Hopper led his gang of grasshoppers as they flew away from Ant Island. They were unsuccessful in getting the amount of food that they were usually supplied by the ants year after year.
"Those stupid ants didn't keep their end of the deal," Hopper said. "They are showing some resistance."
"We're going back home, right?" Axel asked.
"Not yet," Hopper said.
"Where are we going?" Loco asked.
"We're looking for other ants who can get food for us."
"We've already flown a lot," Axel complained.
"Would you rather wait for those ants back there to give us the food at the end of autumn? We need food right now."
"I see your point," Molt said. "We've flown all this way without any breakfast. I'm very hungry. We all deserve a treat. I feel like I could eat a whole rock."
"You better shut up or I'll make you eat one!" Hopper yelled.
"Shutting up," Molt said.
Molt was Hopper's little brother. Like some other little brothers, he annoyed Hopper. The only reason Molt was still alive was that Hopper promised their mother that he wouldn't kill him. If Molt had been born in another family, Hopper would not have allowed him to be in the gang.
"Where are we gonna find another ant hill?" Loco asked.
"We should fly towards a city," Hopper answered. "There will be plenty of food for us."
A pale grasshopper named Thumper made a lot of noises. He was Hopper's "pet". He was kept on a leash that other grasshoppers held.
"Don't worry," Hopper said. "There will also be enough for you."
The grasshoppers continued flying in the direction that Hopper led them.
