"There is no room for mercy in its tiny heart!" Sadie cries as she clings to Frank. The bumblebee, completely unconcerned with the Doyles' hysterics, hovers curiously above the spilled rye on Penelope's shoulder.

"Don't you dare hurt our cabbie!" Sadie shouts. "Or Barty!" A beat. "Or our booze! Frank, it's going for the rye - the nerve!" Will her glass of whiskey be next, or will it skewer Barty with its stinger? Neither option bears thinking about, and despite her terror, Sadie must act.

"Around the back!" she says to Frank, pulling him down past Penelope's tail. "We can grab Barty from this side!"