Reese: My foot is killing me.
Hal: Oh, let's be brave soldiers, boys. We might get there after dark but we've got plenty of water and we'll be okay.
Malcolm: Tell us the story again, Dad. Please.
Reese: Yeah, yeah.
Hal: Alright, one last time. Dewey is tied to a post in the burning sun. He's covered entirely in honey.
Reese: Even his eyes?
Hal: Even his eyes. Uh-oh, what's that behind him? A million fire ants! Hungry fire ants! With sharp little mandibles and itchy feet...