A.N.T. Farm

Chyna Parks:
[excitedly] Oh, look! I just got a text from Satan! "See you soon." We're going bowling on Saturday.

Fletcher Quimby:
What? Satan and I are supposed to go rollerblading on Saturday. Ah! You cannot trust that guy.

Olive Doyle:
Forget it. I am not joining the cheerleaders. It goes against everything I stand for as a feminist. Plus, I'm scared of them.

Olive Doyle:
Someone toss something out there. No idea is a bad idea.

Fletcher Quimby:
How about a bake sale?

Olive Doyle:
A BAKE SALE? SERIOUSLY FLETCHER, THINK!

Susan Skidmore:
Attention minions! I need to use your natural talents to make toys for me.

Fletcher Quimby:
Aren't you a little old for toys?

Susan Skidmore:
I may be old, but I am going to outlive you!

Cameron Parks:
Fletcher! I have an opportunity for you that will change your life.

Fletcher Quimby:
But I like my life.

Cameron Parks:
Why?

Fletcher Quimby:
Good point. Go on.

Olive Doyle:
Be careful with that! That bag has my breakfast. I like to eat this really rare, special cereal that you guys don't have.

Chyna Parks:
[Chyna pulls a box of cereal out of the bag] Corn Flakes? I think we have corn flakes.

Olive Doyle:
No, I've seen your cabinets and you only have Honey Crusted Sugar Loops, Donut Crisps, Sugar Frosted Sugar Cubes, Captain Chocolard, Candy Cane Crunch , High Fructosey-Os, and Ice Cubes freeze.

Chyna Parks:
Those are my dads. I don't eat that unhealthy junk. I usually just have some leftover pie.

Cameron Parks:
So, which Superhero is our million dollar idea?

Fletcher Quimby:
Fletcher: None of them! Seriously, Pool Boy, Dare-Deviled Egg, Spider Manatee, and worst of all, Iron Man. I mean a Superhero who irons, that's my Mom!

Olive Doyle:
Dust is mostly made of dead human skin. There is nothing I'm more scared of than dust. Well, except for ghosts, vampires, witches, zombies, leprechauns, giraffes, double decker buses, balloons and...

[shudders]

Olive Doyle:
Curly fries.

Cameron Parks:
Curly fries? Leprechauns? I didn't know you were easily frightened.

Olive Doyle:
What the heck?

Cameron Parks:
Something wrong Olive?

Olive Doyle:
Look!

Cameron Parks:
Uh oh! Is that ghost ectoplasm all over your locker? Wasn't ghosts on the list of things you were afraid of? It was on the list right?

Olive Doyle:
Yeah, but this looks like jelly.

Cameron Parks:
It's not jelly.

Olive Doyle:
Smells like jelly.

Cameron Parks:
It's not jelly!

Olive Doyle:
Tastes like jelly.

Cameron Parks:
It's not jelly!

Olive Doyle:
[Olive opens her locker, gasps] Go away?

Cameron Parks:
And it's written in blood.

Olive Doyle:
Looks like ketchup.

Cameron Parks:
It's not ketchup!

Susan Skidmore:
I would like for you to paint my portrait.

Fletcher Quimby:
Will you pay me?

Susan Skidmore:
Not even a compliment. The whole point of the A.N.T. Program is so that I can take your advanced natural talents and exploit them for my own benefit. It's like a sweat shop; only we have smoke alarms. Well, I mean they're not actually hooked up, but we got 'em!

Olive Doyle:
Do not anger the big kids! They'll kill us, make jewelry out of our bones and then sell them at craft fairs! I do not want to end up around the neck of a middle-aged woman in a jean skirt!