The story begins with a small, but hefty Ant named Paul Crumby-Buggins who lives in the small village of Anthill Downs. Paul is an introverted Aphid-Farmer. It is his birthday, and he has invited all his friends from the Buggit village. Unfortunately, only one guest actually show up revealing to Paul that his introversion has made him less known in his village than he thought. The guest was his best friend, Mr. Phillip Chirpington showed up.
Phillip is a cricket that is always hungry. He calls his friend Paul, ‘Crumby’. He gets nervous when his stomach is empty. So he is always eating. Which is one of the reasons he came to Crumby’s party, he was looking forward to eating some of his delectable Honey Dew Cake.
The party seems quite dead with only Paul and his only guest. The music really can’t fill up the void of conversation. It is a disaster, until there is a loud knock on the door.
Paul answers it to be introduced to a weather-worn gray-bearded Grasshopper with a tall pointy hat. He announces himself, “I am Grasstiel the Green at your service. And you must be Paul Crumby-Buggins. You are a little smaller than I expected.”
Paul invites Grasstiel in thinking he is here for the party. But Grasstiel reveals that he his looking for someone to go on an adventure with. Paul, never having left the borders of Anthill Downs, is intrigued in going on adventure, but declines due to his introverted nature. “I am sorry. I think you have the wrong Ant. I am just a humble Aphid-Farmer. No adventures for me. I prefer the walls of my Anthole, nothing more.”
Grasstiel could see that Paul said this reluctantly. “And what say your friend? Mr. Chirpington, what have you of an adventure?”
Phillip turned to his friend, “Come on, Crumby! Its always the same old same old here in Anthill Downs. Let’s go! It will be fun!” Apparently the Honey Dew Cake was setting well in the cricket’s tummy and clouding his normal sense of nervousness.
“NO, NO, NO! I am a simple Ant, nothing more! Now go, Mr. Grasstiel. As you can see I am having a party. No ADVENTURES!” Paul opened the door for the grasshopper.
Grasstiel took his hat and cloak, thanked Mr. Crumby-Buggins for his time, and left. Paul shut the door a little harder than he wished. The record player began to skip the track, repeating the same sound over and over.
No sooner had he joined his friend in the other room when the door knocked again. Paul stomped over and opened it, shouting, “I said NO ADVENTURES!”
But it was not Grasstiel, to Paul’s surprise it was Fira Flickerwithe the firefly that worked at the local library. She usually went around with her nose in the air or in a book. She was not really one to socialize. She was the last Buggit he expected to find at his door.
“Typical.” She said haughtily. She turned to leave.
“No, wait!” He said quickly. “Do come in. I thought you were someone else. Where did that tall grasshopper fellow go?” Paul looked over Estrella’s shoulder into the darkness of the night.
“Grasshopper? I did not see anyone.”
“What? Well, never mind, do come in. The party is just getting started.” Paul said pretentiously.
“I bet it is.” Fira goaded.
Paul took Fira’s coat and led her into the other room where Phillip was helping himself to another piece of Paul’s delicious Honey Dew Cake. There was another knock at the door.
“More guest!” Paul said elatedly. “I will be right back.”
Paul turned the knob of the front door. The door burst open and 4 large and burly Beetles toppled into his Anthole.