Mr. Centipede Want food.

Food.

Mr. Grasshopper Are you sure you know where we're going?

I don't see how you can navigate without a compass.

The Centipede grabs one of the segals holding up the peach.

Mrs. Ladybug Unhand that bird!

Mr. Centipede Ahhh! But I'm dyin' of hunger.

Mrs. Ladybug Oh, perhaps I have a bit of soda bread in here somewhere.

Mr. Grasshopper Food?

Mrs. Ladybug It's not much, but it's-

Mr. Grasshopper Not so fast!

Mr. Centipede Hey! You?

Mr. Grasshopper I need this food. I have a much higher metabolism.

Mr. Centipede Bite me!

Mr. Grasshopper What?

Mr. Centipede Let go of it, gramps!

Give it! Give it to me!

Mr. Grasshopper Let go of my coat!

Mr. Centipede Give it to me!

Mr. Grasshopper Ow! My lower thorax.

Mr. Centipede I'll rip you apart!

Mr. Grasshopper I tell you, it's mine!

Mr. Centipede Give it back!

The soda bread falls off the peach.

Both Now look what you've done!