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It is estimated that there are some 10 quintillion insects alive

at any one time.

But forget about them, this is about me - Lloyd.

I'm a fly.

Hey!

OK, just stay where I put you.

It's a simple request.

Uh! Why can't the maggots just do what I ask?

They can certainly be a handful.

Aren't you? Yes, you... Yes, you are. Yes, you are.

Lloyd, amazing food! Come quick!

What?! What?! Where?

You can't just yell "amazing food" and then skimp on the details, PB.

Outside, near the toaster.

One word...

...peanut butter.

No, never joke about peanut butter, PB.

Peanut butter is sacred.

Biggo picks that stuff up the moment it's dropped.

I'm not kidding. There's a real-life big blob of peanut butter.

Everyone's going.

Then let's go before it's gone.

Ah!

Yay!

I can't go!

I'm maggot-sitting till Mum and Dad return.

Then I'll go and bring some back.

No, you'll just eat it on the way back, PB.

No matter how hard you try, it will be impossible to resist.

You can both go and I'll maggot-sit.

I don't mind. Oop!

Listen to yourself, Abacus.

This is peanut butter we're talking here.

We all deserve to go. All of us.

That's all 224 ready to go.

Perfect. Everyone stay with their line partner.

Peanut butter, here we come.

Oh.

Wait a minute.

Hmm.

The maggots cannot resist banana.

Hmm. I can't blame them.

Ooh.

See?

With a simple trail of banana,

you can get the maggots to go wherever you want.

Well done, Lloyd. Only 223 maggots to go.

Do we have any more banana? Well...

Well, it worked in principle.

We just need a non-edible way to attract them.

PB, this isn't working. They're not following me.

Oh, it worked in the book I read. Maybe it's the melody. May I try?

Abacus, that's amazing. Keep piping.

That's no use, Abacus, we need them awake.

Abacus?!

So much for that melody.

Uh, you got a maggot on you.

Uh!

Bleh! I forget how sticky their spit is.

I got it.

I give you maggotball -

all held together by, wait for it, maggot spit.

Thank you. Smart or what? Thank you very much.

Oh, right.

...22, 23, 24,

25, 26, 27, 28...

224.

Finally! That's the hard bit over. Let's roll.

Right.

Heave!

Are you heaving? I'm heaving.

Are you heaving, Abacus?

I'm leaving as hard as I can.

But I could try and heave harder.

Hey, guys, haven't you heard?

There's a blob of peanut butter near the toaster.

Yes, we know.

Mmm, so good.

You should hurry. It's going fast.

We'd get there faster with help.

Oh, sorry. My hands are full.

Mmm. See you later.

I'm all out of heave, Lloyd.

Oh! Oof.

Oh, cor, we need a better plan. There's peanut butter at stake.

Aha! Catapult. Oh.

That's it, Abacus. Just jump as hard as you can.

Ha! Ooh.

Hmm. OK, plan B.

...211, 212, 213,

214, 215 216...

Hello, Lloyd and PB.

Hi, Molly.

...217, 218...

I don't know if you know,

but there's a blob of peanut butter near the toaster.

We know. Bye, Molly.

Hello, Lloyd and PB. Have you heard?

Peanut butter, we know. Bye, Polly.

Best hurry if you want some. It's going fast.

What's with the maggotball?

Polly, the unconventional methods by which Malcolm and Gina

raise their maggots is none of our business.

I'm not judging, I'm just curious.

Come on, faster. Stay focused.

Oh, I can smell the peanut butter.

This way. THIS way.

Oh!

Have you heard? There's a blob of peanut butter!

We know!

There's not much left, though.

Uh! We know, we've got to hurry!

Don't hurry. Steady, steady.

Keep it straight. Steady.

Stay away from the edge.

Perfect. Now go, go, go!

This way! No, this way!

No, this way! Which way?

This way!

Look at it. It's there. Behold.

Cast your eyes upon peanut butter.

There's hardly any left. So let's move!

Oh, no!

Stop! Look out!

Runaway maggotball!

Oh, no!

Oh!

No, it's gone.

No!

My grandad just wanted one last taste of peanut butter

before he dies.

I lost my tastebuds in a terrible vinegar accident.

There's only one flavour I can still taste.

Guess what it is. Go on, guess.

Peanut butter was my Jerry's favourite,

and the taste brings back memories of him.

Oh, no.

I mean, who was in charge of that reckless maggotball?

Because shame on them.

If I find out whose maggotball this is,

I'm going to give them a piece of my mind.

Maggotball!

My family!

Maggotball! Maggotball!

It was him! Get back here!

I have a piece of my mind to give you!

I've got you!

Ah!

Good work, Lloyd. You used...

PB, do not say I used my head.

Well done, Lloyd. You used your head.

Uh, thanks, Abacus.

Lloyd, we were on our way home,

and I thought I heard your distinctive scream.

Oh! Hey, Dad.

Mum.

So, is that all 224 of our maggots stuck together in a giant ball?

Um...

...yes.

That is... brilliant!

It's so practical.

It'll make trips so much easier.

Ha! Easier?

Oh, did you hear? There's a blob of peanut butter.

We know!

But it's all gone.

Oh, good job we picked some up for you earlier, then.

Mmm. So good!

Lloyd? You want some?

Yes. Yes, please.

Oh... actually...

Oh, they deserve it more than me.

I lost my appetite.

Right, let's get youse all home.

OK, so, we're getting me out at home, then?

Not here? No? Fine, fine.

Abacus, you've not had any.

Oh, no, thank you. I don't like peanut butter.

You don't like peanut butter?!

You don't like peanut butter?

You don't like peanut butter?!

You don't like peanut butter?

You don't like peanut butter?

Mate... you don't like peanut butter?

Um... no.

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