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Z:
Huh.

Bala:
All right. All right. You’re genius.

Z:
Let’s eat.

[Z has been trying to feast on a sandwich at a picnic, only to be blocked by the clingfilm it's wrapped in]

Bala:
Well, what's the problem?

Z:
There's some kind of force-field!

[Above them, two wasps - Chip and Muffy - arrive]

Z:
Uh, excuse me? Excuse me? How... How do you get in?

Chip:
[flying down to them] Yes, yes, well, I'm afraid this is a private function.

Muffy:
Who are your friends, dear?

Chip:
Crawling insects, poopsie.

Muffy:
Oh, the poor dears. [to Z and Bala, slowly] Uh, good... morning!

Chip:
Darling, really? Greeting every insect that emerges out of the grass?

Bala:
Pardon me? I guess you don't recognize me! [the wasps land in front of them] I've been travelling, and I'm all... schlumpy. I'm Princess Bala.

Chip:
Oh! [to Muffy] It's even worse. They're Eurotrash!

Muffy:
Darling, they're poor, they're dirty, they're smelly. We have to help them. [leaning down, to Z and Bala] If you just wait right here, we'll get you a little something.

Chip:
Ugh! Please, Muffy, not another crusade.

Muffy:
Chippy, we have a social obligation to the less fortunate. [Chip rolls his eyes] I know you laugh at my hobbies, but this is important to me! [Z and Bala flinch as she stamps in frustration]

Chip:
Hm. You have such a big heart. That's why you're my little cuddly-widdles...!

Muffy:
Oh, my big strong pheromone factory...!

[The wasps start kissing in an exaggerated manner]

Z:
Oh, brother. Suddenly I've lost my appetite.