No, no, no, Oh, no. Oh, no.

I'M LOST!! Where's the line?! It just went away! What do I do?!

Help!

We'll be stuck here forever!

Mr. Soil

Do not panic. Do not panic! We are trained professionals. Now, stay calm. We are going around the leaf.

Around the leaf. I-I-I don't think we can do that.

Mr. Soil

Oh, nonsense. This is nothing compared to the twig of '93. [gestured for the line of nervous ants to come towards him] That's it. That's it. Good! You're doing great! There you go. There you go! Watch my eyes. Don't look away. And here's the line again.

Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Soil!

Mr. Soil

Good job, everybody!

Dr. Flora

Oh, my. There's quite a gap, Mr. Soil. Shouldn't we tell the queen?

Mr. Soil

I don't think we need to involve the queen in this. She's got enough on her plate already: training her daughter.

Dr. Flora

Oh, yes, Princess Atta. The poor dear.