A.N.T. Farm

I think I did pretty well on that French test.

It was a math test.

- Ay, dios mio! - That's Spanish.

Oh. Well, then I did very badly either way.

Don't worry. We're never going to need all this math.

Yet everyone always tells you how important it is.

If I had a nickel for every time I've heard it I'd have...

I'd have... Some nickels.

Ow!

Ha-ha!

First victim of my holographic chair!

Angus! That was incredibly mean! Why would you do that to me?

It was meant for Fletcher.

Oh. Okay then.

Well, I don't understand. Our A.N.T. Pads can't project 3D images.

Mine can.

I accessed the manufacturer's secure server

and downloaded an experimental beta update.

I'd be happy to tell you more of the details, Fletcher,

while you relax in this completely real lounge chair.

No way. I'm not falling for that.

Suit yourself.

Ah!

Wait.

You broke into the Z-Tech servers?

They're a huge, powerful technology company!

Aren't you worried about getting in trouble?

Nope. There is absolutely no way they can trace it back to me.

Because I used Fletcher's computer to do it.

Oh.

Okay then.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Don't hurt me! Do you not speak English?

I'll say it in Spanish. X plus three equals seven!

He's got a weapon!

I am the great and powerful Grundy!

I created this new voice modulation app that makes your voice sound

scary and awesome!

You're Zoltan Grundy!

I read your book about how you founded Z-Tech

and built it into the world's largest technology company.

You liked my book?

I said I read your book.

Mr. Grundy, I'm a huge fan.

I have your cell phone, your laptop,

your desktop, your mp3 player, your tablet,

your mini-tablet, and your jumbo mini-tablet.

Wow. You have a really good marketing department.

If you like the jumbo mini-tablet,

you'll love the mega nano jumbo mini-tablet. It's huge,

while also being quite tiny.

Now,

where is the villainous cyber-crook responsible for the break-in?

It was him! He framed me! He used my computer!

What!

You're telling me some kid

breached our network,

bypassed our intrusion detection algorithms, and somehow

figured out the answer to my security question?

I mean how did he know the name of my first pet?

I miss Password.

Such a great dog.

So, what are you going to do to me?

Well, I'd like to start...

by shaking your hand.

But I can't, because I'm on my private jet.

I'm not flying anywhere. It's just very comfortable.

So, what are you?

Some sort of child prodigy?

Everyone in the A.N.T. Program's a prodigy.

I'm a musician, Fletcher's an artist, Olive has an eidetic memory,

and that kid rides a stationary bike!

You're in a special program for child prodigies?

I was a child prodigy!

Yes, we know. Some of us labored through your book.

I've got to meet you guys in person and learn all about this A.N.T. Program.

I'm on my way. Commandos, fall back!

I love this app!

Whew. That was close.

Ha!

Zoltan Grundy is coming here! Do you know how much he's worth?

Every human life has an immeasurable intrinsic worth, so you can't really...

Sixty-two billion dollars!

Yeah, so we figured you'd want to roll out the red carpet.

Or at least hit on him in a sloppy and embarrassing way.

This is a huge opportunity!

Grundy gives millions of dollars to all sorts of causes.

Maybe he'll sponsor the A.N.T. Program!

Think what we could use that money for!

- New equipment! - Teacher training!

A principal who doesn't hate children.

What? No.

I can finally get a koi pond for my office!

Right now the koi just flop around and die on the carpet.

Well, Mr. Grundy will be here soon. We'd better get this place in shape.

Way ahead of you.

What are you doing?

We need to make everything here look old and run down.

Like this?

And here is the shining jewel of Webster High,

the Ant Farm.

Wow.

Like many of the women my mother sets me up with,

this place looks much worse in person.

I can't believe a handsome man like you would need

someone to fix him up with women.

Sloppy, check. Embarrassing, check.

How can we be expected to learn in an environment like this,

crumbling infrastructure, ancient equipment,

dead fish all over the carpets...

To say nothing of the filth and disgusting "food" in the cafeteria!

We didn't do anything to the cafeteria.

If only there were some way

to improve the situation of us poor, unfortunate prodigies

with whom you have a deep personal connection.

There is. I am going to make the education of these gifted children

- my highest priority. - Yes!

I will spare no expense making sure they have everything they need to thrive.

- Yes! - By building a new, improved school

and taking these prodigies away from Webster High forever!

Yes! Take them! Take them all!

Someone has to rescue these gifted children from this...

eyesore!

There's no way you're taking these prodigies away from me.

They are extremely loyal.

Where did you say we could get an application?

You know, I'll just give you my information.

Hold still, Susan.

Hey, Olive! I wrote a song for my audition for Mr. Grundy's new school.

It's called "Stars Aligning."

And yes, I know that stars are fixed points in space and can't actually align,

but it's a song, so cut me some slack, Olive!

Interesting factoid. You actually don't cut slack, you release it.

It's a nautical term dating back to 17th Century England.

Wow. For your audition, you should definitely not tell that story!

I would never do that. Gosh, Chyna, release me some slack.

Besides, I'm not gonna audition.

I can't go to another school. I love it here.

You hate it here. You complain about everything.

Last week, you complained they didn't have a complaint box.

Because, I love complaining.

Besides, I can't leave Webster. I'm needed here.

You are? By who!

I've never told anyone this, but...

I'm Wacky.

You're not Wacky. In fact, I've seen you in the same room as him.

Nope. Couldn't happen. Impossible.

I'll prove to you that I'm Wacky. Check out my wolf moves!

See? I'm marking my territory by releasing my own scent.

Okay, I take that back. You definitely are wacky.

Olive,

what's going on? Why don't you want to go?

Chyna, it's a boarding school. Do you know what that means?

"A boarding school is an educational institution

where children study, live away from their parents

with their fellow students and teachers and/or administrators."

Next time you say, "Do you know what that means,"

please give me a chance to say, "Yes."

I can't live miles away from home.

I'm scared to go to this school, and I live across the street.

Olive, there will be no reason to be scared.

Because I'll be there with you, to support you.

And think about how much fun we'd have. We could be roommates.

Now that you mention it,

if we were roommates, I'm sure I'd have a new bunch of things to complain about.

All right, I'm in!

What are you doing?

Marking my territory. I don't want people near my locker.

Roommates, huh?

To prove that I deserve to go to your school,

I have recreated a famous painting using only car windshield dust,

Edvard Munch's The Scream.

Or as I like to call it,

"What my dad looked like when I told him I wanted to be an artist."

Very impressive.

Plus it's a great way to repurpose old abandoned rust buckets

that no one would otherwise want.

Hey, there's my car!

Why did you draw a picture of your father on my windshield!

For my audition, I will demonstrate my eidetic memory.

Name any page from any book and I'll recite the text verbatim.

My autobiography,

page... 47!

"I've always been rather fond of sherbet.

My favorite of all the sherbet flavors is indubitably Rainbow,

but if forced to select a single flavor,

I would have to lean toward..."

- Why are you stopping? - That was as far as I could get.

After that, I threw it in the fireplace.

I'm the most gifted computer science prodigy in the country.

You should be auditioning for me.

No.

Okay.

- Next, please. - Wait, wait!

Thank you!

We'll be in touch.