Venom's taking a break of his own, lazily roosting in one of the many trees. It's hard swinging around like a wild man, letting the tanglesnakes run past him without a care. He has no intention of catching the golden one even though Jim might like it. Bart wouldn't. No way.

As he's happily inhaling the sweet scent, he notices someone else who seems to be enjoying the suddenly positive atmosphere.

"Bright is a lovely way of putting it, sir."