But Spidey is too busy to answer as he is helping Redbeet out of her sticky situation. Little by little, the mud disintegrates and begins to crack until, under the insistent pulling and professional hoisting of one of the tiniest spiders in the world, it eventually gives way. Suddenly, Redbeet is free from her sticky enemy, hanging loose above it.
Shinybeet claps its arms and cheers.
“See?” he says to Redbeet, “What did I tell you? The ordeal will be over soon.”
“Where am I going from here?” Redbeet asks.
“Keep your head back or you’ll fall through,” warns Spidey.
“I suggest you swing me sideways so that I can let go and drop on the dry ground on either side of the mud” Redbeet says.
“Can’t do. My thread would break,” Spidey maintains, “it’s too dangerous.”
“I’m not fat, I’m barely four times your size,” Redbeet retorts, offended.
“I never said you’re fat,” Spidey answers, rolling its eyes, not caring much.
“But you ARE fat,” Shinybeet says to Redbeet.
“Why do you need to humiliate me like this?” thunders Redbeet.
“I’m being honest. Haven’t you noticed? Since we began our travels, you’ve trebled your body size and I’m not exaggerating.”
“Ok, I’m bloated. What’s your point?”
“There’s none. You’re just too sensitive.
“Hey!” Spidey interrupts. “Can we start hoisting to the top level now?”
“What if I fall?” continues Redbeet.
“Secure the rope between your neck’s layers of fat and it should hold.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Your neck looks like it’s made of several rolls of tyres if you like. Use your remaining arms to secure the rope between two such tyres.”
To be continued…