The flight was magical as it always was. She buzzed through the air like a busy worker bee, trying desperately to get to their queen. It had to be pretty crazy to be the only female of your species. All the guys trying to get you to have their babies. Didn't sound very fun at all. No stinger was coming near her . She'd take the honey though. All you can eat honey had to be why the queen bee was always so much bigger to. Always hiding in her kingdom, eating up all the sweet filled goodness. Now that she could totally do. 'Bring thy queen o batch o succulent golden hue.' Man she could sound so sophisticated when she wanted to. All she needed was a nice monocle to complete the act. 

As she buzzed near one of the workers, she widened her legs, knees crouching upwards. It was always fun to see if she could use her feet as hands. Feet hands would be a total craze with humans. She'd become one of their celebrities. Give her a program on one of their television things. For now, feet hands needed to be focused on the toupee of Mr. Kawallski or Mr. K because his name was way too long to say. No one needed a long name like that. It just made things way more difficult than they had to be. She liked things being easy. Was more fun that way. 

Her toes flared into the air like talons, swooping down to steal the toupee like a bug from a tree. Unfortunately, she wasn't a bird. Heel of her foot collided with the back of Mr. K's head, sending him stumbling forward, landing face first into the mud. Before the old man could even utter a response back, Rascal came blundering forward. The mutants feet pounded into the old man's back, sending him deeper into the mud, head nearly fully submerged. Red couldn't help but giggle at the sight. She would never hurt someone with her own hands, but you had to admit it was funny! Mr. K got used like a coat in a rainstorm by some pretty girl. “Sorry Mr K! I'll make it up to you!” She yelled, fluttering towards the entrance of the meeting, landing behind the back row of chairs as others milled in to take their seats. 

She held her hands outwards like one of those human crossing guards, eyes locked onto Rascal as he blundered forward. “Wait! I have something for you that you might like, but you can't kill me or you won't get it ok? Death is bad ok big guy?” 

Rascal peered down, series of grunt emitting from his mouth . She could feel the hot air of his breath hitting her face. Smelled like onions. So that was what he ate. She'd have to show him that onions were better eaten on something and not by themselves. Maybe she'd make him a hamburger after this boring talk was over. As if anyone actually cared what Wishmaster had to say. It was just going to be the same old song and dance. Well not song and dance since those were always fun. It'd be the opposite of that, so the same old paint drying. She was so clever. They should just make her spokesperson of the house. 

Hand reached into the pocket of her stained white shirt, pulling out two lollipops shaped like flowers. Undoing the wrapper on one, she gave it two licks, holding it out to Rascal. He gazed at it in confusion, thick tongue nervously sticking out of the mangled mess that was his mouth. His hands clapped together, light grunts of excitement coming from his mouth. She smiled as he took the lollipop. “Enjoy big guy! Let's get a seat in the back ok?” 

They took their seat in the very back row. Rascal sat on the end, chair struggling to hold up his weight. She scaled up his body like a mountain climber, roosting up onto his shoulders, head resting on the top of his oily head. Both remained quiet as Wishmaster gave his speech. Reasons being very different. Rascal was just polite and afraid to get beaten. Red simply didn't care and began daydreaming. Only noises coming from their direction was the clatter of hardened candy against their teeth.