Look Mr. Antlion, a baby Care Bear! Doesn't it just warm the cockles of your heart?

:Mr. Antlion: "TAKE THAT FORSAKEN CREATURE AND HAVE IT BAGGED, BURNED, AND BURRIED. POOSACK AND ALL!"

Awww, but Mr. Antliooon...

:Mr. Antlion: "I MEAN IT. AND BURN EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES."

*As Crispy trudges off dejectedly to locate a good burning device, the blonde haired cub makes it's way over to the unsuspecting dictator in the unsteady crawling manner common for tiny tikes*

:Mr. Antlion: "What the devil are you doing?..Mm? Ack! g...GET OFF OF ME YOU REPULSIVE ANIMAL! STOP DRENCHING ME WITH YOUR NAUSEATINGLY SUGARY SWEET ICECREAM!! GET OFF! OFF, OFF, OOOFFF!!"

:Mystery Cub: "Aa daa baa..goo goo!"

Good news, Mr. Antlion! Remember that old flamethrower we lost the other week? It was under the torture rack the whole time!"

:Mr. Antlion: "YOU INCOMPETENT EXUSE FOR A HALF-BAKED HAIRBALL! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M-"

And don't you fret your sweet little fascist head, I burned absolutely everything she touched. Even your prized human skin collection! ♥

*taking notice of the small cub, playfully clamboring over the large, and now highly disgruntled insect's body*

Whoops, missed one! Hold still Mr. Antlion, I'll get it off!

:Mr. Antlion: "NO, YOU FOOL!"

*Just as the highly concentrated onslaught of flames burst forth from the activated flamethrower, the tiny cub, becoming distracted by a passing moth, conveniently moves out of the raging inferno's path just in the nick of time, leaving the tyrannical overlord to be burnt into a cinder*

Uh oh, spaghettios..

:Mr. Antlion: *cough* "I'm naming my first ulcer after you, cat.." *hack*