They sat lounged on the porch, eating the various insects that came their way. The team had been designated to the nearest pond to keep unwanted insects and mosquitoes in check. But the tension between them could almost act as a barrier between them; they were all uneasy. Timmy's stomach sounded like a lawnmower; he wanted more than insects as food; he wanted to eat his friends. He crept behind them, but contradicting his worries, his growling stomach was masked in their incessant croaking; there was no way that they could have heard him coming. He lassoed out his cohesive tongue and snatched Karl tight put of his cubbyhole and swallowed him before he realised he was even struck by a cohesive tongue. The rest of them would have followed in suit if it had not been interrupted by Aunt Betty, who quickly set the self-destruction system and blew all of them up

Into the starry night sky.

But then, a frolicking fly waddled into the scene and ate another fly, activated its self-destruction system and the chain continued until everyone in the Southern Hemisphere had been blown up or eaten. It was known as the purge of the Southerners.