and when i was 15 i wondered why i had a job but had saved no money

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m sorry. - You’re talking. - Yes, I know. You’re talking! I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you. It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I’m talking with a bee. - Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. - That’s very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? - Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It’s just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don’t be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn’t. - Have some. - No, I can’t. - Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don’t help. You look great! I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke? That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It’s like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I’ll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don’t. - How’d you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well… - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. - Her name’s Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She’s so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up… Sit down! …really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We’re still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry, I’ve gotta go. - Where are you going? - I’m meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don’t have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It’s organic. - It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. - Bees hang tight. - We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey, and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That’s a killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. - And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey, her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting… - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What’s the matter? - I don’t know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that, after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn’t hear you. - No. - No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You’re all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn’t think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. - What’s that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You’re bluffing. - Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers… Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We’re friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug? I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but… - So those aren’t your real parents! - Oh, Barry… - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you, Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can’t feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He’s playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I’m OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You’ll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery’s right? - What do you mean? We’ve been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We’re all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He’ll have nauseous for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames… But it’s just a prance-about stage name! …unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan’t breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there’s gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We’ve never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We’re shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What’s going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They’re home. They don’t know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now… Now I can’t. I don’t understand why they’re not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing. Honey really changes people. You don’t have any idea what’s going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They’re all wilting. Doesn’t look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I’m gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn’t think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It’s notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That’s our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course… The human species? So if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I’ll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry… sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They’ve moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It’s the last chance I’ll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That’s why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I’ve ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I’ve made it worse. Actually, it’s completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it’s greater than my previous ideas combined. I don’t want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It’s real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I’m the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I’m getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let’s see what this baby’ll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic… …without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there’s no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It’s part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It’s got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we’ll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I’m in a real situation. - What’d you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don’t freak out! My entire species… What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! - Who’s an attorney? Don’t move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One’s bald, one’s in a boat, they’re both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one’s flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York. Where’s the pilot? He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who’s that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines. I can’t fly a plane. - Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory… That’s Barry! …is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There’s a bee on that plane. I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They’ve done enough damage. But isn’t he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small… Haven’t we heard this a million times? “The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.” - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We’re going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we’re not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I’d do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don’t have to yell. I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble. It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! I can’t do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it’s my turn. How is the plane flying? I don’t know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let’s drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. - What? - I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I’m aiming at the flower! That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This’s the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we’re not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we’re gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We’re bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. Yeah! I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That’s our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I’m late. He’s a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can’t get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who’s next? All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let’s just stop for a second. Hold it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone.Can we stop here? I’m not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that
—  The Bee Movie
Sweet Creature

Words: 7,500

Warnings: Smut

Harry sighed as he peered into the kitchen from his spot by the staircase in the living room. He’d like to be next to Y/N and Gemma right now, but his neighbor had whisked him off into a conversation about gardening that he truly had no interest. Nevertheless, Harry was polite, so he stood patiently and nodded and “mhmm”ed at the appropriate moments. He couldn’t help but let out a wistful sigh as he saw his sister and best friend slip out into the backyard.

As much as he appreciated Anne throwing a party in celebration of his first solo concert, he silently wished he had just gotten a private day in his hometown. Harry knew his friends and family were proud of him. But he was nothing if not humble and a little bit selfish. He so rarely got time at home to see Y/N, and he wished he could actually spend a moment with her now instead of playing host to what felt like the whole village. He’d much rather have been relaxing on the couch watching a rom-com with the girl he could never get enough of.

Just then, his mother swooped in to rescue him with a bright smile and gentle hand on his arm. “Sweetie, would you mind bringing the rest of the chicken out to Robin to grill? And maybe bring him a beer?”

He nodded much too fast for someone being asked to do chores. “Sure, mum.” He kissed her cheek and smiled brightly at their slightly disgruntled neighbor. “Sorry, mate. Talk to you later, yeah?”  

Harry wove his way through the crowd in the house to get to the kitchen. After slamming the refrigerator door shut with his hip, two beers clutched in one hand, he snatched up the last tray of chicken from its spot on the stove. He thanked Barbara from the bakery for opening the door to the back garden for him and offered her a cheeky smile she saw more than nearly anyone else.

Robin stood at the grill next to the deck, laughing and listening to the conversation going on in the chairs nearby. He saw Harry exit the door from the house and quickly waved him over.

“Having fun?” he asked, taking the tray of chicken and leaving Harry’s other hand open to start popping caps on the beer bottles.

Harry shook his head a little and snorted.  “You know how it is. Lots of small talk and cheek squishing.”

“And not getting to see Y/N,” Robin replied knowingly. He chuckled as Harry rolled his eyes before taking a pull from his beer.

“How has she been? I haven’t really talked to her much yet.”

“She’s lovely as always. I think her dad is having a bit of a hard time. You know the 15th anniversary of her mum’s passing is next week. She’s stayed with us the last couple of nights.”

Harry couldn’t help but frown. Y/N’s mum had died of cancer when she was only seven. Her father had been a dear friend of his mother’s, so they’d taken Y/N in when it happened. Her father hadn’t wanted her to see her mother like that, nor did he think he could properly care for her. Harry and Y/N had always been friends, but those four months that she lived with them had given them a bond no one could ever replace. They’d been absolutely attached at the hip their whole lives. To this day, the guest room at the Styles/Twist household was mostly considered Y/N’s and held some of her pictures and personal belongings. She’d long been a member of their family.  “She’s coping okay, right?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself, nosy?”

One of his only regrets about participating in X Factor and leaving home so young was that he felt like he had abandoned Y/N. She had come to visit him in LA and London a few times and had even joined him on tour, but she always felt obligated to return to Holmes Chapel to make sure her father was cared for. Though they were best friends, they often went months without talking because Harry was just too busy. He hated himself for that.

“Harry! Come sit a mo’ and have a chat?”

He turned to see his cousin Charlotte gesturing to the chair next to her. Robin’s clap to his back was taken as a dismissal as he made his way over.

“Hey there, rockstar. How ya doing?”

Harry settled in the chair and grinned. “Good, good. ‘N you?”

“Wonderful! Kyle just started his new job, so we’ve got a good income now. Not that you’d know anything about that,” she joked and leaned over to playfully nudge his shoulder.

Harry was sure his smile looked more like a grimace. While he may not have been hurting for money, there had certainly been a time when he would skip dinner just to save his mum a little money. He knew as much as anyone how hard it could be.

“Robin! Anne wants to know what’s taking so long with those birds!” Harry perked up at the sound of Y/N’s sweet voice washing over him like a lullaby. He quickly turned to see her leaning out the back door with a bright grin.

“Can’t rush these things, Y/N. At least gotta buy ‘em a drink first, love,” Robin joked. The crowd around him laughed along with Y/N.

“Right, I’ll be sure to tell your wife that!” Her gaze shifted to Harry and she smiled softly at him. He tried to wave her over, but she held up a finger in a “hold on” motion and disappeared back into the house.

“So what is Kyle doing, then?” He continued to make small talk with his cousin Charlotte as Gemma reappeared and took up the last chair on the deck right next to him.

Y/N returned about five minutes later carrying a bowl that Harry quickly determined was filled with fruit.  She stood by him and held the bowl down to offer him a piece, but he shook his head. “Come sit,” he told her instead.

She rolled her eyes at him. “There aren’t anymore chairs, H.”

Just as her hand holding the bowl of fruit started to retreat from him, he quickly grasped around her wrist and tugged her forward. When she stumbled just as he knew she would, he took a firm but gentle grasp of her hips and settled them down on his legs.

“Harry!” she scolded, knowing he’d made a scene. While Harry tended to thrive under the public eye, Y/N often did her best to hide from it. That was the primary reason Harry loved to take the piss out of her. Nevertheless, she shifted back to a more comfortable position on his lap and sat a bit sideways so she could hear the conversations going on. Harry wrapped one arm around her, resting his hand on her opposite thigh to keep her securely in place while the hand nursing a beer rested itself against her knee. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she flinched at the cold bottle just barely touching her skin. She finally went back to eating her assortment of pineapples, strawberries, and grapes as she listened to Charlotte.

“He’s just started work at the pub down the road from our house. The pay isn’t that great, but he’s been making loads in tips,” she finished.

“Where is Kyle, anyway?  I haven’t seen him yet, I don’t think.” Y/N was considered a member of the extended family and had attended every family event for the last 15 years. Since she had stayed in Holmes Chapel, Harry figured she probably knew more about his family these days than he did.

“Oh he’s off on a lad’s weekend in Bristol. His mate is getting married next week.”

“Oh good, that means he’ll be all freed up for when Harry and Y/N over here get married soon,” Gemma teased.

“Gem!” Y/N exclaimed. Harry noticed that her cheeks flushed to a pink very similar to the bath water on his album cover.

He just chuckled and gave her a little squeeze.

“Just saying! You two have that whole agreement anyway where if you’re still single at 28 you’re gonna get married. I hate to say it, Y/N, but you two aren’t getting any younger.  Plus you’re like in love anyway. It’s inevitable,” Gemma defended. She seemed unfazed by Y/N’s embarrassment.  

“Ooh, that just reminded me! Harry, you just have to tell me about that girl you wrote ‘Carolina’ about! That’s far and away my favorite song on the album, and I need to hear more about my future cousin in law!”  Charlotte gushed, looking at Harry with excitement in her eyes.

Harry didn’t miss how Y/N tensed at the mention of the song that he knew she for some reason despised. He hated to admit that it hurt him a little bit. He was proud of “Carolina”, and though he knew his opinion of his artistry was the one that truly counted, he didn’t like the thought of Y/N not liking one of his songs.  His hand slipped from her thigh and rested on the arm of his chair. “Oh, I don’t think she’s your future cousin in law.  Just a girl I met in paradise.”

Y/N quickly scarfed down the few remaining pieces of fruit in her bowl. “Think I’m gonna bring this back inside.   I’ll catch up with you later,” she told him quietly. She didn’t bother to look at him as she stood from her seat on his lap and retreated back into the house.

Gemma couldn’t help but sigh as she watched the exchange unfold. The two of them were too oblivious of the others’ feelings for their own good and were absolutely horrid at communication.

Robin finally finished the last batch of chicken and called everyone inside to make plates of food. If Harry thought the inside of the house had been busy before, it was nothing compared to when all the people that had been outside also made their way in for food. There was hardly room in the house to walk, much less find anyone.  Luckily, Harry was tall enough to see over the majority of the crowd, and he found Y/N sitting next to his mum as they split a plate of food.  

After he’d had his fill, Harry stood off to the side and leaned against the wall as he observed everyone around him. He finally had a moment alone as it seemed that everyone was too busy chewing to make conversation.  

He wasn’t alone for long, however, and he stood up straighter as soon as he saw Y/N making her way over to him.  She didn’t look particularly happy, but he put that down to her current family affairs. Though she tried to not let it show, Harry knew how much the loss of her mother affected her.

When Y/N finally reached him, she wrapped her arms tightly around  his waist and rested her cheek upon his chest.  He was much taller and could tuck her head snugly under his chin as he returned her embrace. “Missed you,” he heard her mumble.

Pushing his upset feelings about her distaste for his song aside, he squeezed her tighter and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Missed yeh, too, love.” His hands took to rubbing her back comfortingly as they stood in their embrace. He knew how much Y/N having her back rubbed soothed her. “Yeh look pretty today.”

Her hair had been curled prettily, her lashes long and full with the help of the mascara she had applied to them. Her outfit had been kept simple with a pink sweater over her flowy white tank that she had paired with jeans and flats. She didn’t try as hard as most did to look pretty, but Harry always thought she was the most beautiful girl in the room.

A rosy blush painted her cheeks as she pulled a little to look at him. “Thank you, bubs. You’re looking mighty handsome today, as well.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. It was the one she had given him when she was six and he was seven, and to this day he’d never heard her use it on anyone else. “Thank ya, love.”

“Harry!” they heard Robin call, and Harry chuckled as Y/N whined quietly and squeezed a little tighter around his waist. “Can you come help me clean the grill real quick?”

Harry left one last parting peck to her forehead before releasing his grip on her and moving out of her arms.  He followed his step dad into the back garden to provide assistance.

“I think now that everyone has full stomachs, they might be heading out soon. Hopefully we won’t have all these stragglers on our hands late tonight,” Robin commented as they went to work scrubbing the burnt bits from the grate.

Harry huffed in response. “Better not. I’d quite like a relaxing night in to be honest.”

Robin nodded. “I know you would, kiddo. You’ll get it, I’m sure.”

All in all, cleaning the grill only took about ten minutes. While they were outside, the two men wandered the yard holding trash bags to pick up garbage that had been left around to minimize the cleaning later. Finally, Anne called Harry in to start saying goodbye to guests as they began to depart just like Robin suspected they would.

When Harry made his way into the house, he saw that Y/N and Gemma had started to pick up the kitchen much as he and Robin had been cleaning the back garden. He saw them occasionally reach for their respective glasses of wine as they put food in containers and cleaned dishes.

Harry continued to play host and made small talk with the guests as they all gave him their closing remarks and good luck wishes. He thanked each of them sincerely and made sure to give an anecdote about their lives as well. Finally, after what felt like hours of talking, hugs, and handshakes, he collapsed onto the couch with the opening titles of The Notebook playing on the telly.

One by one, the family settled in with him. Robin took his usual recliner spot, and Gemma curled up with Dotty and a blanket on the love seat. Harry could hear Y/N fussing with Anne over helping to clean the kitchen.

“Y/N, I will not take ‘no’ for an answer. You go relax a bit. You’ve been picking up after people all day,” he heard his mother scolding and Y/N’s response in the form of an exasperated huff.

“We’ll get it done faster if I help you, Anne. You deserve to relax, too.”

“And I will as soon as I finish this. Now, shoo. Go be lazy for a tick.”

Y/N was still grumbling quietly to herself as she reached the living room and collapsed in a heap next to Harry on the couch. She automatically leaned her head against his arm, wrapping her own around his waist and craning her neck to see the move on the screen.

Harry chuckled. “You’re a snuggly little thing today. Budge up for a sec, love.”

Y/N groaned but lifted back off of him. He didn’t say anything as he moved a throw pillow to rest against the arm of the couch before swinging his legs up to the side and sprawling out across the length of it. With Y/N trapped between him and the back of the couch, she had nowhere to go but to rest against him as he held his arms open for her. After her head was settled against his chest and her hand against his heart, he reached down to pull her knee up and tuck her top leg between his. Once their ankles were comfortably tangled together, he clasped his hands together on her upper arm. “Comfy?” he checked, though he knew she was. Y/N loved to be held almost as much as he did, and this was their favorite cuddling couch. They were practically pros at the movie session cuddling by now.

She nodded against his chest but didn’t verbally respond as she had already gotten herself engrossed in Noah and Allie’s summer romance.

When Anne returned from the kitchen, she settled down with Gemma and pulled her daughter’s feet into her lap.  She took to reading a book while the rest of the family watched the movie on screen. Just as Allie discovered Lon was in town looking for her, Anne felt Gemma’s foot gently nudging at her thigh. Anne looked up at her, and Gemma jabbed her finger in the direction of the couch.

The Notebook was Harry’s all time favorite movie, but he couldn’t seem to be bothered by what was happening on the screen. His hand was wrapped up in Y/N’s hair, softly pulling his fingers through the tresses as he seemed to be humming to her. Her eyes were shut as she rested against him, but Anne doubted she was totally asleep. Unlike Harry, Y/N found it hard to sleep in public settings. Even this house, one she’d practically grown up in, was usually too public for her to sleep aside from in her designated bedroom.  Occasionally she’d see Harry whisper something and Y/N’s lips move in return, but her eyes never once blinked back open.

Finally, when the movie credits started rolling, Robin was the one to shatter their bubble. “Y/N, I hope you were planning on staying here again tonight, because I’m not letting you drive home at this hour. You’re too knackered. Get upstairs, kiddo.”

Y/N yawned and leaned up, Harry’s hands falling from her body in response. She had a few lines on her cheek from the wrinkles in his Harley Davidson tee, and she rubbed gently at her face to relieve the soreness. “Y’ can’t get rid of me that easy, Robin,” she replied, her voice laced with drowsiness. “I see your plan. I’m staying in that guest room forever.”

Anne laughed at her. “That’s your room, anyway, sweetheart. It’s for you to sleep in as long as you want it.”

Harry sat up as well so that Y/N wasn’t pinned behind him on the couch. “I’m pretty tired, too. Think I’m g’na head to bed.”

Anne nodded.  “Alright. Sleep well, love. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Harry climbed the stairs behind Y/N and watched as she went straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take her makeup off. He shuffled up beside her to brush his teeth as well and made sure to annoy her by bumping her hip with his to make her move to the side.

“You’re a right pest,” she grumbled, “D’ya know that?”

Harry grinned, mouth full of foamy toothpaste, and pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek.

“Ew, Harry!” she scolded, wetting her hand to wipe the toothpaste from her face.  

He finished his nightly routine long before she did and retreated in to his childhood bedroom to go to bed.  He stripped off his tee and jeans, opting to leave his briefs on just in case Anne came to wake him up for breakfast in the morning. He had just settled into bed and was scrolling through Instagram on his phone when he heard the quietest of knocks sound on  his door.  “Yes, love?”

Y/N just slightly peaked the door open, looking as shy as ever as she stood in an old shirt and her worn out plaid sleep shorts. “Can I come in?”

“’Course ya can,” Harry said, setting his phone down on his nightstand. He shifted a little further to the other side of the bed and sat up a bit as she quietly shut his bedroom door behind her and tiptoed over to his bed.  Instead of sitting cross-legged on top of the comforter as she usually did when she came in for their late night chats, she gently lifted the blankets up and climbed in next to him and settled her head against the other pillow.  She didn’t say anything but started to trace the tattoos adorning his arm as he looked down at her. “Y/N? What’s gotten into yeh today, love?”

She shook her head and didn’t respond, seemingly too caught up in the outline of his rose to properly respond.

“Y/N,” Harry said a little more stern, gently moving his arm away from her as he sat up fully against the headboard.

She shifted in response to his tone, backing up a little and sitting up in the bed.  Her bum rested on her feet as she stared at him solemnly.  “It’s just…”

“What, love?”

Y/N shook her head, features showing that of shame as she looked down at the bed linens instead of him. “Nevermind, I’m being silly.” She started to move to get up from the bed and make her retreat, but she was stopped by Harry’s large hand cupping her cheek.

“Love, if something is truly bothering you,then s’not silly. I can’t make it better if you don’t tell me what it is, hmm?” His hand against her face made it so that it was nearly impossible for her to look away from his piercing green eyes.  

“It’s just…Townes.”

Harry blinked, barely understanding what she meant. “Okay…? What about her?”

She sniffed, and Harry’s heart broke knowing she was struggling so much with what she wanted to say. “It’s stupid and selfish, but I hate knowing that you write all these songs about these girls and the world knows all about them and you thrive on it. You put her name in the bloody song, Harry! Everyone loves it, and I don’t even know her, but I feel like you guys just have this connection now that I was never good enough to have. It’s just…am I not special enough to you for a song? I don’t want you to be so ashamed of me that you won’t tell anyone about me.”

Harry’s mind scrambled as he intook this information. He never imagined this was how she would feel about the song.  Her words hit him like a ton of bricks and suddenly he knew. That feeling in the back of his mind that he’d always tried so hard to keep at bay…she felt it, too. She wouldn’t be so upset if she didn’t.  She loved him, too.  And he’d inadvertently made her feel unwanted. Y/N was all he’d ever wanted whether Harry had known it or not. He knew he had to make her feel better and hurried to grab her hips and pull her closer to him. She started to slip and fumble against the bed so she grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself. Once her knees had been pulled to either side of his lap, he pushed her hips down to settle her into a straddle above him. “No, love.  That’s not it at all. ‘S that what’s had yeh upset ever since we were out in the yard today? Yeah, I wrote a song about a girl that I barely know. Think people might get a bit tired of me if I wrote them all about you like I’d like to do.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “W-what?”

Harry chuckled, pulling her closer by the hips and nuzzling against her neck. “You beautiful, silly girl. You didn’t really think ‘Sweet Creature’ was about Gem, did you? You do have a song, and a very special place in my heart. But that’s just it. You’re too special, love. I’m too selfish to share you with the whole world.”

“W-wait, ‘Sweet Creature is about me?” her eyes watered as she looked at him in awe.

“’Course it is, love. ‘S just that you’re mine and the world can’t have you. Gotta protect yeh from them. Pretty sure I’ve loved you my whole life. But my love for you is just for you, and I don’t wanna share that with the world.”

Y/N seemed to sputter as she struggled to keep up. “You l-love me? Harry, I-I-” She started to get choked up and couldn’t seem to find the words to say.

“I know, love.  I know.” He reached up to hold her face in his hands, lifting his leg up to shift her closer to him. His gaze was locked on her mouth as he inched closer, and Y/N thought she might faint.

Finally, when their foreheads were pressed together and she could feel his warm, minty breath on her tongue, she let her eyes slip closed. One of her hands that had been resting against his shoulder moved up to fist at the back of his curly locks. “I love you, too, bubs.”

Harry felt as if he’d been struck by lightning when he buttoned his mouth firmly to hers. He was sure he could’ve spent his entire life just kissing her like that, but his body immediately craved to have her closer. She gasped when he traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and he quickly took the opportunity to dive into her mouth. She let out a little whimper that almost made Harry groan aloud when his tongue touched hers. Her fingers tugged gently at the roots of his hair as she pushed herself as closely to him as she possibly could. Their tongues tangled between their mouths for a moment before Harry gave her what she thought would be a reprieve, but she let out another little noise when he took her bottom lip between his teeth and gently sucked. This time he couldn’t control the little growl that bubbled up from the back of his throat and quickly reattached his lips to hers.

Y/N could feel the vague smug smirk adorning his lips through their kiss over the noises he was making her generate.  To retaliate, she quickly disconnected their kiss and trailed her lips down his jaw and neck, finding a nice place to bite down on at the same time that she rolled her hips forward against his. He groaned in pain and pleasure and took her hips back in his hand. “D-Do that again, love.”

“Do what again, Harry?” Y/N teased as she soothed over the bite on the side of his neck with her tongue. She gasped lightly when his hands gripped firmly to her bum and pushed her hips forward again. This time, there was no mistaking the erection straining hard against his briefs. “F-fuck,” he stuttered in her ear as she moved against him once more in a wave, enjoying the feeling of him heavy and warm between her legs.

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him again as she continued to grind against him. While she had him thoroughly distracted with her lips, she quickly moved her hand down between them to palm at him through his underwear. As soon as she pressed down into the bulge, Harry parted from her with a gasp of his own. “Don’t h-have to, love.” The next noise he let out could only be called a moan as she pressed her small hand against him again.

She shook her head and pressed her lips against his in a quick peck. “Want to,” she promised.  

Harry nodded, eyes closed and head leaned back as he just absorbed the feeling of her against him. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth to avoid being too loud as he felt her hand dip inside his underwear and brush against his swollen length.

“Can we get these off?” She tugged at the waistband of his Calvins, eager to get him loose so she could put her mouth on him.

Harry fought to open his eyes and make them focus on her face as he nodded and tapped against her thigh to signal her to move off him.  As soon as she was kneeling at his side, he stuffed his thumbs into the side of the briefs and lifted his bum to shove them down his legs. Once they were successfully discarded, he looked down at himself to see his length twitch slightly against his tummy, the raspberry tip bubbling a little bit of pre-cum against the hairs just under his belly button. He could almost cry it felt to good to be out of the confines of his underwear.

If he thought that felt good, it was nothing compared to what the felt when Y/N leaned down to timidly kitten lick at the little spot he’d dripped on himself. He bit down on the skin of his hand to keep from making a noise too loud as her tongue accidentally brushed against his slit. She looked up at him as if to get permission, and he nodded quickly at her before she looked back down and began to kitten lick at the underside of him as she took his length in her hand. Her tongue brushed against the vein throbbing there before getting caught briefly on the ridge of his head, and already Harry was frustrated by the veil of her hair obscuring his view. He gently brushed it up into his hands to hold on to as she finally took the head of him into her warm, wet mouth.

“Baby, please,” Harry almost whimpered. His balls were starting to hurt because of how turned on he was.  Luckily, she didn’t make him wait any longer and quickly bobbed down on him, her hand following her mouth’s path back up before sliding down again. On her next pass up, she lolled her tongue around his tip like it was a lolly, and his head fell back at the feeling. “Ungh.”

Y/N began to move faster against him, dragging her hand up and down the length of him with her mouth provide sufficient lubrication. She could taste the occasional blurt of pre-cum against her tongue, and it only made her want more. His little groans and gasps spurred her on even more, and she finally reached up his hands to cup at his balls while she had him deep in her mouth.  He groaned a little louder than he should have at the feeling, and she slid her mouth back up for her tongue to swipe at the slit of him just as her thumb gently pressed to the space just behind his sac.  He immediately gasped and reached down to grab at her hand. “N-No, I’ll cum. Ungh. Can’t cum yet. Have to be inside you first. P-Please, oh God, please don’t make me cum.”

She pulled up and swirled her tongue against his head one last time before sliding off him with a little “pop” noise. She pressed kisses against his hips and fern tattoos while she waited for him to catch his breath.

He panted rapidly against her, struggling to keep a quiet level as he tried not to lose his mind. “Fuck, where did you even learn that?” He laughed a little deliriously as she smiled against his hipbone. Finally, Y/N pulled herself up against him and he didn’t waste time pressing his lips to hers. “Are you gonna let me make you feel good?” He asked between kisses.

She whimpered against him and nodded almost imperceptibly. “Please,” she whispered against him, and he took that as his cue to gently flip them over so she was on her back.

“Let’s get this off o’ yeh, yeah?” Harry gently pushed her shirt up her torso, pressing kisses to the skin he exposed along the way. His tongue just briefly caught against her erect nipple before he lifted up to pull the shirt completely from her body. He quickly returned to the area, suckling her right nipple into his mouth as his fingers tweaked her left. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment against him and tangled her fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. After giving her left breast the same attention her right had received, he started kissing back down her torso.  His hands slipped into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place.

Harry almost groaned at the sight of Y/N’s underwear. Baby pink cotton was darkened slightly between her legs, and he couldn’t help but gently press his tongue against the wet spot she had made. He wasn’t sure if it was the pineapple she’d had earlier in the day or if she just always tasted that sweet, but he immediately knew he had to get a better sense. He dragged his tongue up and pressed it gently against where he knew her clit would be, and she let out a wet gasp at the feeling. “S-stop teasing,” she stuttered, tanking gently against his curly locked entangled between her fingers.

Harry chuckled against her and kissed gently at her hipbone. “Just returning the favor, love.” He gently pulled down her underwear, and his mouth began to water at the pretty pink feast in front of him. “Christ, baby. So beautiful. Are yeh wet for me? I know yeh are.”

She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she waited for him to move. Unfortunately, he seemed to be too preoccupied admiring her to actually do anything. “Harry, dammit, do something!” she groaned.

He looked up at her with a smirk. “Now, love. Gotta be patient fo’ me. Can yeh do that? Here, suck my fingers and get them nice and wet fo’ me, please.” He pressed his ring and middle finger against her lips and waited for her to close her eyes and suck them into her mouth. “Good girl.” Just when he was sure she was sufficiently distracted, he dipped down and licked a broad stripe up her sex. She immediately went slack jawed and struggled to inhale. He pressed his fingers against her tongue to remind her of her task at hand, and it took a moment before she wrapped her lips back around him and went back to sucking.

Harry’s tongue gently prodded against her entrance, taking the opportunity to lap up the sweet essence that was nothing but uniquely Y/N. When he had gathered most of her wetness on his tongue, he pushed his tongue into her briefly and made her whimper before removing his fingers from her mouth. “Thank you, love. Doin’ so good for me, aren’t you?” He brought his newly wet fingers down to her entrance and slowly pushed just one in, feeling her wet, spongy warmth wrap tightly around him. He fought against a groan of his own as his tongue gently lapped at her clit.

“Haoh, shit, Harry,” Y/N moaned, making sure to keep her voice low as her grip tightened in his hair. As soon as she pulled slightly against him, he groaned against her and set vibrations all across her clit. She whimpered and tugged a little harder, noticing how Harry’s eyes squeezed tighter shut and he licked at her with a little more enthusiasm. The knowledge that he liked having his hair pulled when he was eating a girl out nearly made Y/N fall apart. “Harry, please, more.”

He was apparently done with the teasing as well and pushed a second finger into her without preamble. He thrust them gently inside of her as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, and she turned her head and moaned into the pillow next to her. His fingers began searching her walls for that spot that would drive her mad, and he licked her clit into his mouth before gently shaking his head against her. His fingers brushed against a spongy spot inside her at the same moment and pressed into it. Her legs immediately snapped shut around his head as her muffled moans increased slightly in volume. Harry went back to licking against her for a moment as his fingers thrusted against her spot. Then he alternated between suckling against her and licking, noticing how the variety had her squirming underneath him. When he felt her walls begin to flutter around his fingers, he hooked his fingers against her little spongy bump and rubbed against it and his teeth sunk gently into her clit before giving her a good suck. His tongue ran just once against her clit, and she was falling apart beneath him whispering his name like a mantra. He worked her through her orgasm, only coming up when she tugged a little harsher against his curls due to sensitivity.

Her chest heaved against him as he journeyed up to her neck, pressing gentle kisses against her while she came down. “Yeh good, love?” he checked when he felt her breathing start to slow to a normal pace.

She managed the smallest of laughs against him. “I’m much better than good, bubs. I’d quite like for you to make love to me, though.”

Harry couldn’t help the elated grin that lit up his features, and he pecked gently against her lips twice. “Are you sure you’re still up for it?” When he saw her sparkly-eyed little nod, he couldn’t help but kiss her again. “Then it’d be my pleasure. Do yeh want me to use a rubber?” He knew she’d been on birth control since she was 17, but he’d still give her the option to see what she was more comfortable with.

She shook her head immediately. “Just wanna feel you.”

Harry smiled against her lips. “Never been bare with anyone before.”

Her cheeks got dusted with that rosy pink color he loved, but she didn’t seem as embarrassed as usual by his blunt language. “Me either. ‘M glad we can be each others’ firsts.”

Harry immediately shook his head and reached down to line up against her entrance, smiling at her gasp when his tip brushed against her still-sensitive clit. “Baby, we’re each others’ lasts.” He covered his mouth with hers before she could respond, he pushed inside her.

Y/N certainly hadn’t been with as many people as Harry, but she was no virgin. Despite that, she’d never felt anything quite like Harry inside her. She knew it wasn’t about the lack of a condom covering his length. It was her Harry, the boy she’d run through gardens with as a little kid. The guy she’d shared her first kiss with against a tree when she was eleven years old. She’d always loved him, and she’d never felt closer with anyone in her entire life. The knowledge that she, with her legs wrapped around Harry’s waist as he was buried to the hilt inside her, his lips gently rubbing against her collarbone, could not be any physically closer to him if she tried was enough to make her eyes misty.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N. Swear I’m gonna love yeh forever.” She could barely hear the words uttered against her neck as he made his first careful withdrawal, all the way to the tip, before gently thrusting forward again. He looked up in alarm when he heard her sniffle, but she quickly took his face in her hands and pressed kisses to every bit of skin she could get at.

“I love you, too, bubs. Forever and a day,” she promised. He smiled against her just because she always had to one up him, then he pressed his lips to hers as he began to move a little faster inside her.

She gasped when the length of him brushed against that spot inside her, and her arm tugged him closer by wrapping around his shoulder.

“Shh, baby, gotta stay quiet. Can’ have them comin’ in, can we?” Harry gently hushed her his lips brushed against her temple.

She nodded against him and tried not to cry out as he reached down to grab at one of her knees around his waist. He gently hoisted her leg up into the crook of his arm to provide a new angle in which he could push deeper into her. His other hand braced against the bed to hold himself up as he pushed in all the way and grinded his pelvic bone against her clit. Immediately, her eyes snapped shut and jaw dropped open at the feeling, nails digging into his back as she fought for something to keep her grounded to earth.

Harry continued to thrust a little harder against her, always aiming for her spot, and stopped occasionally for those little grinds he quickly discovered drove her crazy. Her little gasps morphed into whimpers and whisperings of his names and quiet moans, and Harry nearly lost his mind. He began to thrust faster against her with the leverage his arm provided against the mattress, hitching her leg higher up in his arm so it was pressed between their torsos.

“Harry, Harry, ‘m gonna cum, please come back,” Y/N sounded desperate as she tried to hold off her climax. She wanted him close to her when she came, and she ran her nails down his back in an effort to pull him down to her.

“Shh, shh, I’m here, love. S’alright.” Harry immediately dropped her leg down from his arm and moved down to hover just above her. He took one of her hands from his back and intertwined their fingers together above their heads. He felt her legs wrap back around his waist as he pressed his lips against hers and moved a bit faster in an effort to get her to climax. He cursed slightly under his breath when the headboard started to gently tap against the wall in their efforts, and he reached up to hold the top to keep it from making to much noise. “Rub your clit for me. Can yeh do that, love? ‘M gonna make yeh come, I promise.”

The hand of Y/N’s that he wasn’t holding onto snaked into the narrow space between their bodies, and she gasped as soon as her fingers made contact with the nerves. She used her legs around his waist to pull her hips tight to his on every thrust he gave her, meeting him halfway. “Wan’ you to come with me. Please, please do it with me.”

Harry nodded frantically, feeling the coil burning white hot in his belly. “I will, baby, I will. Fuck, I love you so much.” He felt her walls begin to flutter around him, and he knew he was done for. He squeezed her hand tighter in his and thrusted as hard as he could while keeping a hand on the headboard in order to minimize the noise. “Come now, baby. Come with me.” They moaned into each other’s mouths as she clenched around him like a vice in her climax. He didn’t stand a chance as soon as she started to close in on him, and he disconnected his lips from hers to bite down into the spot between her neck and shoulder as he felt the coil in tummy snap. She continued to use her hips to thrust up against him as his orgasm hit full force and he emptied himself inside her. The feeling of rope after rope coating her walls was something she’d never felt before and never wanted to go without again. Finally, when she started to feel that he was spent, she released her legs from around him and reached up to brush a stray curl from where it was matted with sweat against his forehead. Her own forehead and body felt clammy with perspiration, but whether it was hers or his she couldn’t be sure. He shook lightly in her arms as he lowered himself down to her, pressing kisses to every bit of skin he could get at. He went to pull out of her, but she scrambled to put a hand against his hip and push him down into her.

“Not yet,” she begged, “wanna feel you just a little longer.”

Harry smiled, nodding his head as he lifted his head just slightly to kiss her. This kiss was less frantic than the previous ones had been. It was slow and unhurried and full of nothing but love. When Harry felt himself going soft inside her, he gently retracted his pelvis from Y/N’s before pressing kisses across her face. “Thank you for being amazing, love.”

Y/N felt her eyelids beginning to flutter shut from exhaustion but smiled nonetheless. “Thank you for loving me, Harry Styles.” She allowed him to pull the covers up their naked bodies, turning off to the side so that Harry could spoon behind her. She prayed they’d wake up in the morning before Anne came knocking on either of their doors and discovered what had happened before they got a chance to properly explain themselves. But when she felt Harry’s lips press gently to the shell of her ear, his arm around her waist and his whole body warming the back of hers, she decided to live in the moment. She’d worry about tomorrow when it came, because she knew she could handle anything with Harry by her side.




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-S

Kinktober #15: Lap Dance

Guess who’s back~ (This is a prostitute!Kageyama AU, although that is barely relevant in this fic, because it’s turned into a cringey!Hinata AU at this point)


“I wanna try something.”

These words, spoken out of the blue by Hinata, on a Saturday evening that previously held no other plans but Top Ramen and board games, strike fear into Kageyama’s heart.

Hinata is staring at him expectantly, adorably, but Kageyama isn’t falling for it. I want to try something means Hinata has gotten ideas into his head again, sex ideas, and Kageyama is about to be an awkward erotic guinea pig if he doesn’t think of a way out quick.

“Why don’t we play Monopoly first—” he starts to say, realizing his mistake too late. Neither of them even likes Monopoly. But they’d decided not to splurge on a Wii until they had more money saved up, so here they are.

Hinata rolls his eyes. “You know we’d just end up having sex on the board and ruining it anyway!” He flashes Kageyama a cheeky thumbs up. “This is a shortcut.”

“I'm… not sure I want to take this shortcut,” Kageyama tells him.

Hinata pouts. “I promise it’ll be fun. Really! I did a lot of research online.”

Fuuuuck my life, Kageyama thinks. It just keeps getting better.

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According to all known 💢 laws of 😜😏💯😎🍆 aviation, 💢 there is 🍆👅🐔 no 😩 way 💀 a bee 💏💖 should 💯 👌 👀 be able 💇 to 😡😠 fly. 👳👳 Its ✈🏢 wings 😜 are too small 👀 to get 🔞🕯🔥 its fat little 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 body 💇💺 off the ground. 👼☝🙏 The ✋ bee, of 👳👳 course, flies 🍆 anyway because bees don’t care what 👌💻 humans 👌 think ✋ is impossible. 👀 Yellow, black. 👼☝🙏 Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, 🔞🕯🔥 black. 😡😠 Ooh, 👊👊💪 black and 😜😏💯😎🍆 yellow! Let’s shake it 👌 up 👌💻 a 💦💦 little. Barry! 😜 Breakfast is 👏💦 ready! Ooming! Hang 👳👳 on 🍎🍑👖 a 😩 second. 💢 Hello? - 💩💩💩 Barry? - 💇 Adam? 😈🔥👏👏👏 - 🍆👅🐔 Oan you believe this is 🍎🍑👖 happening? - 💢 I 💯 👌 👀 can’t. 👌💻 I’ll 👌 pick 💀 you 😉😝 up. Looking sharp. 😎 Use 🍆 the 🍑💺 stairs. 💢 Your 🔫🚫 father 😜😏💯😎🍆 paid 🍎🍑👖 good money ✈🏢 for 🍎🍑👖 those. 🍆👅🐔 Sorry. I’m excited. 😜😏💯😎🍆 Here’s 🍆 the 🍆👅🐔 graduate. 😎 We’re very proud of 😩 you, 👳👳 son. 💢 A perfect 🍆👅🐔 report 🍎🍑👖 card, all B’s. Very proud. ✈🏢 Ma! 🔫🚫 I 🍑💺 got a 👊👊💪 thing going 👌👀 here. - You got ✈🏢 lint on ✈🏢 your 😈🔥👏👏👏 fuzz. - ✋ Ow! That’s 🍑💺 me! 💩💩💩 - Wave 💀 to us! 💢 We’ll 😜😏💯😎🍆 be 🍑💺 in row 118,000. - ✈🏢 Bye! Barry, 😡😠 I 👳👳 told you, 🔫🚫 stop flying ✈🏢 in 😡😠 the house! - 👅🔥 Hey, Adam. - Hey, 🍆 Barry. - Is 💢 that fuzz gel? - 🔞🕯🔥 A 😜😏💯😎🍆 little. 🍆👅🐔 Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d 👳👳 make 👌💻 it. Three 🍎🍑👖 days grade school, 👌👀 three 👌👀 days 😉😝 high school. Those were 💇💺 awkward. Three days college. I’m ✋ glad I took a 💩💩💩 day and 💇💺 hitchhiked 😉😝 around 👅🔥 the 😡😠😾 hive. 💇 You 😡😠 did 😡😠😾 come 💯 👌 👀 back different. - Hi, 😉😝 Barry. 👼☝🙏 - Artie, growing 👌 a mustache? Looks 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 good. - Hear about 😜 Frankie? 👳👳 - 💀 Yeah. - 😡😠 You 👳👳 going 😎 to the funeral? - No, 😈🔥👏👏👏 I’m not 🍆👅🐔 going. 😜😏💯😎🍆 Everybody 💦💦 knows, sting someone, 🍆 you 👊👊💪 die. Don’t 💢 waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. 😏💦👅 I 👌💻 guess 😩 he 👀 could 👌 have just 👳👳 gotten 💯 👌 👀 out 🍆👅🐔 of 👌 the 😜 way. 👊👊💪 I love 👳👳 this 👌👀 incorporating an amusement park into our 👼☝🙏 day. 👏💦 That’s why we don’t 💇💺 need vacations. 😡😠😾 Boy, 🔞🕯🔥 quite a 💇 bit of 👀 pomp… 😎 under the 💢 circumstances. - 😎 Well, Adam, 👏💦 today we are men. 🍆 - We 💯 are! 👀 - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! 👏💦 Students, 💏💖 faculty, distinguished bees, 🍎🍑👖 please welcome Dean 😜😏💯😎🍆 Buzzwell. 💀 Welcome, New Hive Oity 🍎🍑👖 graduating class of… 💯 …9:15. 🍎🍑👖 That 💇💺 concludes 🍑💺 our ceremonies. 💀 And begins your career at 🔫🚫 Honex Industries! Will 😡😠😾 we pick 💩💩💩 ourjob today? 😎 I 🍆 heard it’s 😩 just orientation. 👌 Heads up! Here 👌👀 we go. Keep 😜 your 👌👀 hands 🍆👅🐔 and 👀 antennas 🍎🍑👖 inside 🍎🍑👖 the tram 😩 at all 💯 👌 👀 times. - 💦💦 Wonder 💇 what 💩💩💩 it’ll 👼☝🙏 be 💇 like? - 🔫🚫 A little scary. Welcome 🍎🍑👖 to 🍆👅🐔 Honex, a division of Honesco and 🔞🕯🔥 a 💦💦 part of 🍆👅🐔 the 💇💺 Hexagon 💢 Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We 😏💦👅 know that you, as ✈🏢 a bee, have worked your 😜 whole life to get 😜 to 😏💦👅 the point 😜 where you ✈🏢 can work 🍆👅🐔 for 😜😏💯😎🍆 your 👌💻 whole 😏💦👅 life. 🔞🕯🔥 Honey begins when 😎 our 💀 valiant Pollen 😡😠 Jocks 👌👀 bring 👌💻 the 😜 nectar to 💏💖 the 💯 👌 👀 hive. 🍑💺 Our 😡😠😾 top-secret formula is 🍎🍑👖 automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this 😩 soothing 🍎🍑👖 sweet 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 syrup 👊👊💪 with 😈🔥👏👏👏 its 😡😠 distinctive 🍎🍑👖 golden 👊👊💪 glow 💢 you know as… 😈🔥👏👏👏 Honey! 👌💻 - 💩💩💩 That 💀 girl was hot. 👌👀 - 💏💖 She’s my 👌💻 cousin! - She is? 😎 - 😈🔥👏👏👏 Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re 💢 right. 💯 👌 👀 - At Honex, we constantly strive 💢 to improve every 💯 👌 👀 aspect 🍑💺 of bee existence. 👌👀 These bees 🍎🍑👖 are stress-testing 💇💺 a 🍎🍑👖 new helmet technology. 💇 - 👊👊💪 What do you think he 😏💦👅 makes? 🍎🍑👖 - 😉😝 Not 👊👊💪 enough. Here we 👌 have 👌💻 our latest 👌💻 advancement, the 🍑💺 Krelman. - 😡😠😾 What 👌💻 does that do? 💇💺 - 😉😝 Oatches 👳👳 that 🍑💺 little strand of 💯 👌 👀 honey 😏💦👅 that hangs after 😉😝 you 😉😝 pour it. Saves 💦💦 us millions. 💦💦 Oan 👅🔥 anyone 💯 work on the 💯 👌 👀 Krelman? 🍑💺 Of course. Most 😡😠😾 bee jobs 👀 are small 💯 ones. But bees know that every small job, 💦💦 if 💀 it’s 😜😏💯😎🍆 done well, means 😡😠 a 👅🔥 lot. But 😈🔥👏👏👏 choose 💩💩💩 carefully 👳👳 because 👏💦 you’ll 😎 stay in the ✋ job you pick for the rest of ✋ your life. The 💦💦 same job the 👀 rest 🍑💺 of your 👅🔥 life? 💩💩💩 I 👏💦 didn’t know 💩💩💩 that. What’s 💢 the 👅🔥 difference? You’ll 😡😠😾 be happy 👳👳 to know that 🔞🕯🔥 bees, 😈🔥👏👏👏 as 💇 a species, haven’t 😩 had one day ✋ off 😜😏💯😎🍆 in 💦💦 27 million 🍆👅🐔 years. So you’ll just work 🔞🕯🔥 us ✋ to death? We’ll sure try. 😩 Wow! 👳👳 That blew 😜 my mind! “What’s the 💯 👌 👀 difference?” How 💢 can you say that? One job forever? 🍆 That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we 👌💻 only 👳👳 have to make one decision 💀 in life. 👌👀 But, Adam, how could they 💦💦 never have told us that? Why would 😎 you question 😩 anything? We’re bees. We’re the most 😡😠😾 perfectly functioning 💢 society on Earth. You ever 💀 think maybe 😉😝 things 💇💺 work a little 👼☝🙏 too well 💦💦 here? Like 🍆👅🐔 what? 🔞🕯🔥 Give me one 👀 example. I 👳👳 don’t 😩 know. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 But you 👌👀 know 👌 what I’m 👌 talking 👏💦 about. Please 😩 clear the gate. Royal Nectar 😩 Force 🍎🍑👖 on approach. 😜😏💯😎🍆 Wait a 😈🔥👏👏👏 second. 😈🔥👏👏👏 Oheck it out. 😩 - Hey, 💯 👌 👀 those 👌👀 are 😜 Pollen 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Jocks! 🍑💺 - 🔞🕯🔥 Wow. 👌 I’ve 😜😏💯😎🍆 never 😩 seen them ✋ this ✋ close. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 They know what it’s like outside 👼☝🙏 the hive. 💀 Yeah, but 😎 some 👅🔥 don’t 😡😠😾 come back. - 💀 Hey, Jocks! 😉😝 - 💏💖 Hi, 😩 Jocks! 😉😝 You guys did 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 great! You’re 💢 monsters! You’re 💀 sky 👅🔥 freaks! 👌💻 I 💩💩💩 love 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 it! I love 💦💦 it! - 👊👊💪 I ✈🏢 wonder ✋ where they were. 🍎🍑👖 - I don’t 😏💦👅 know. Their day’s not planned. 👏💦 Outside 👌 the 😩 hive, flying who knows where, 👀 doing 👅🔥 who knows 🔫🚫 what. 🍆 You can’tjust decide 🍆 to be a Pollen Jock. 🍎🍑👖 You have 💦💦 to 🔫🚫 be 🔫🚫 bred 👅🔥 for 👌👀 that. Right. Look. 💯 That’s 👅🔥 more pollen 🍆 than 💢 you and 💯 I 👌💻 will see 🍎🍑👖 in 💢 a 👌 lifetime. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 It’s just a 👌💻 status symbol. 👊👊💪 Bees 👌💻 make too much of 🍎🍑👖 it. Perhaps. Unless you’re 😜😏💯😎🍆 wearing 💏💖 it and 👌 the 👌👀 ladies see 😏💦👅 you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t ✈🏢 they 👅🔥 our cousins too? 🍎🍑👖 Distant. Distant. Look 💇 at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Let’s have 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 fun 👌💻 with them. 👌💻 It must be dangerous being 🔫🚫 a 😈🔥👏👏👏 Pollen 🔫🚫 Jock. Yeah. 😜😏💯😎🍆 Once a bear 💯 👌 👀 pinned me against 🔞🕯🔥 a mushroom! 😜😏💯😎🍆 He had 🍆👅🐔 a paw 😉😝 on ✈🏢 my 🍑💺 throat, and 🔫🚫 with the other, he 👌👀 was slapping 🍎🍑👖 me! - 👀 Oh, my! - 😈🔥👏👏👏 I 👼☝🙏 never 💇 thought I’d 😩 knock him out. What were you doing during this? 💇 Trying to alert the authorities. I 🍑💺 can autograph that. A little gusty 💀 out there 🍆 today, ✈🏢 wasn’t it, 👊👊💪 comrades? 😈🔥👏👏👏 Yeah. 💀 Gusty. 💢 We’re 😈🔥👏👏👏 hitting 😜😏💯😎🍆 a 👏💦 sunflower 🍆👅🐔 patch six 💢 miles from 👼☝🙏 here 👀 tomorrow. - Six 😡😠😾 miles, ✋ huh? 👼☝🙏 - Barry! A 🍆 puddle jump 👅🔥 for 💏💖 us, 💀 but 💯 maybe you’re not 🍑💺 up for 👀 it. - Maybe I am. - 😡😠😾 You are 😜😏💯😎🍆 not! 💇💺 We’re 👀 going 💀 0900 at J-Gate. 😉😝 What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you 💇💺 bee enough? I might be. It 💇💺 all 💢 depends on what 0900 means. 💢 Hey, 🍎🍑👖 Honex! 💯 Dad, 😈🔥👏👏👏 you 😈🔥👏👏👏 surprised me. 🍆 You decide what you’re 😏💦👅 interested in? - Well, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 there’s 👳👳 a lot of choices. 🍆👅🐔 - But you 💏💖 only 😈🔥👏👏👏 get one. 🍆👅🐔 Do 👏💦 you ever 👼☝🙏 get ✈🏢 bored 💯 👌 👀 doing ✋ the ✈🏢 same job 👊👊💪 every day? 👏💦 Son, let ✈🏢 me 😩 tell 💦💦 you 😡😠😾 about stirring. You grab 💇💺 that 💯 stick, and 🍆 you just move 💇 it 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 around, 😜😏💯😎🍆 and 💇 you stir 💯 👌 👀 it around. You get yourself 💇 into 👌💻 a rhythm. 💀 It’s a 😡😠😾 beautiful ✈🏢 thing. You 🍆 know, Dad, 👀 the 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 more I think about it, 🍑💺 maybe the 🍎🍑👖 honey 🔫🚫 field 👅🔥 just isn’t 👏💦 right 💇💺 for 👏💦 me. 💯 👌 👀 You were thinking of what, 🔫🚫 making 💯 👌 👀 balloon 👊👊💪 animals? That’s a bad 💯 👌 👀 job for 👌 a guy with 👅🔥 a stinger. 😏💦👅 Janet, 🍑💺 your son’s not 🔫🚫 sure 💇 he 💏💖 wants to 👳👳 go into honey! 🍆👅🐔 - 😏💦👅 Barry, you 🍆👅🐔 are so funny 👌💻 sometimes. - 😩 I’m not trying 👳👳 to 😜 be funny. You’re 👀 not 💢 funny! You’re going 👼☝🙏 into honey. 😈🔥👏👏👏 Our 💏💖 son, 👅🔥 the stirrer! - 😈🔥👏👏👏 You’re gonna 💩💩💩 be 🔫🚫 a 😩 stirrer? - 😈🔥👏👏👏 No 💀 one’s 💇 listening to me! 💀 Wait till you 👀 see 👊👊💪 the 😩 sticks I have. ✈🏢 I 💀 could 💯 👌 👀 say anything 😎 right 😈🔥👏👏👏 now. 💯 👌 👀 I’m gonna 🔞🕯🔥 get an 😩 ant 😏💦👅 tattoo! Let’s 💀 open 😈🔥👏👏👏 some honey and 💦💦 celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce 👀 my ✋ thorax. Shave my 💦💦 antennae. Shack up 😩 with ✈🏢 a 👌 grasshopper. Get 😏💦👅 a gold 👌👀 tooth 👊👊💪 and call everybody 🔫🚫 “dawg”! 💇 I’m 💯 👌 👀 so 😉😝 proud. - 🍆👅🐔 We’re starting work today! 👏💦 - 🔞🕯🔥 Today’s 🔞🕯🔥 the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be 👳👳 gone. 💯 Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, 👏💦 pouring, 😎 stirrer, 👌👀 front 😉😝 desk, hair 😈🔥👏👏👏 removal… - Is it 👳👳 still 😉😝 available? - Hang on. 💯 Two left! One 😈🔥👏👏👏 of 💦💦 them’s ✈🏢 yours! 👅🔥 Oongratulations! Step 👌💻 to the side. ✈🏢 - What’d you 👌💻 get? 😎 - 💀 Picking crud 🍑💺 out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple 💇💺 of newbies? 🍆👅🐔 Yes, 💯 👌 👀 sir! Our ✈🏢 first 👀 day! 👏💦 We 👌💻 are ready! 😎 Make your 👀 choice. 😜 - You ✈🏢 want to 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 go first? - No, you 👌👀 go. Oh, 👌💻 my. What’s available? 💢 Restroom 👏💦 attendant’s open, 😎 not for the reason 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 you 💩💩💩 think. ✋ - 💢 Any chance 💯 👌 👀 of 👌👀 getting the 🍎🍑👖 Krelman? - Sure, you’re ✋ on. I’m sorry, 👼☝🙏 the 🔞🕯🔥 Krelman just 💯 👌 👀 closed out. Wax 💩💩💩 monkey’s always 💢 open. The Krelman 🍆👅🐔 opened up again. What happened? 💀 A bee 🔫🚫 died. Makes 💇💺 an 💢 opening. See? 💦💦 He’s dead. 💯 Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more 😡😠😾 dead. Dead from the 💇 neck 👅🔥 up. Dead 🔞🕯🔥 from 😈🔥👏👏👏 the 💇 neck 💢 down. That’s life! ✈🏢 Oh, this 💇💺 is so hard! Heating, 😏💦👅 cooling, 👌👀 stunt 🍑💺 bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, 🔞🕯🔥 inspector 💦💦 number seven, lint 💦💦 coordinator, 💢 stripe 💀 supervisor, mite 💇 wrangler. Barry, 👼☝🙏 what 🍆👅🐔 do 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 you 😜 think I should… 😉😝 Barry? 👅🔥 Barry! 💩💩💩 All right, 👼☝🙏 we’ve ✈🏢 got 🍆👅🐔 the 🔞🕯🔥 sunflower patch 🔞🕯🔥 in quadrant nine… 😈🔥👏👏👏 What 🔫🚫 happened to you? Where are 👌💻 you? 😡😠 - I’m going out. 💦💦 - Out? 💯 Out where? 😉😝 - Out there. - Oh, 💯 no! 🔞🕯🔥 I 💦💦 have 💇 to, before 💦💦 I 🔞🕯🔥 go 🔫🚫 to work 😏💦👅 for the rest of 👀 my 🔞🕯🔥 life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? 😏💦👅 Another 💩💩💩 call ✈🏢 coming in. 🍆 If anyone’s feeling ✋ brave, there’s a 😉😝 Korean 👌💻 deli 😡😠 on 83rd 😜😏💯😎🍆 that gets 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 their roses 👊👊💪 today. Hey, 😡😠 guys. - 🍎🍑👖 Look at 😉😝 that. - Isn’t that 👼☝🙏 the kid we 🔫🚫 saw 💀 yesterday? Hold 💇 it, son, flight 😈🔥👏👏👏 deck’s 🔫🚫 restricted. It’s 😜 OK, 💀 Lou. 🔫🚫 We’re 💇 gonna 😎 take him 💯 👌 👀 up. Really? Feeling lucky, 🍆 are you? Sign 💦💦 here, 👌 here. 😉😝 Just 😈🔥👏👏👏 initial 💇💺 that. 👌 - 👅🔥 Thank 💯 you. 👼☝🙏 - ✈🏢 OK. You 💯 👌 👀 got 😡😠 a 🔞🕯🔥 rain advisory 👊👊💪 today, 🔫🚫 and as you 💀 all 💇 know, 💀 bees 🍆👅🐔 cannot 💇💺 fly 👌 in 👅🔥 rain. So be 💦💦 careful. 💯 👌 👀 As always, watch 😜😏💯😎🍆 your 😜 brooms, 👼☝🙏 hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. 💯 Also, 😜😏💯😎🍆 I ✋ got 🍆 a couple 💯 of reports 💇 of root beer 💯 👌 👀 being poured 💀 on us. 🍆 Murphy’s in a home 💢 because 💯 of 😩 it, babbling like 😡😠 a cicada! 💯 - 💇 That’s awful. - 💇💺 And a 🍑💺 reminder for you rookies, 👏💦 bee 🍆 law number one, 💯 absolutely 🍑💺 no talking 😩 to humans! All right, launch positions! 💯 👌 👀 Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! 💯 Buzz, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 buzz, 💀 buzz, 😩 buzz! Buzz, buzz, 😎 buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! 💀 Hello! You ready for this, 😏💦👅 hot shot? 💯 Yeah. 💯 👌 👀 Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. 👌👀 - Antennae, check. - 👅🔥 Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of 👏💦 my 😜 shorts, check. OK, ladies, 💯 👌 👀 let’s 💇 move it 😩 out! Pound those petunias, 🍆 you striped stem-suckers! 😡😠😾 All of you, 😏💦👅 drain those flowers! Wow! 💯 I’m 💇💺 out! I ✈🏢 can’t 🔫🚫 believe I’m 👌👀 out! So blue. 😜😏💯😎🍆 I feel 👳👳 so fast 👌💻 and free! 💀 Box 💀 kite! 💇💺 Wow! Flowers! 👌👀 This ✋ is Blue Leader. We 💩💩💩 have 🍆 roses 😡😠😾 visual. Bring it 🍆 around 😡😠😾 30 🔫🚫 degrees and 🍆👅🐔 hold. 💢 Roses! 30 💩💩💩 degrees, 🍎🍑👖 roger. Bringing 🔞🕯🔥 it 👏💦 around. Stand to 🍆 the 🔞🕯🔥 side, 👌 kid. 😉😝 It’s got 😏💦👅 a 💩💩💩 bit 😈🔥👏👏👏 of 🍑💺 a 🍆👅🐔 kick. That 🍆 is 👏💦 one 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 nectar collector! - Ever 👏💦 see 💦💦 pollination 👳👳 up 👏💦 close? 👼☝🙏 - No, 😉😝 sir. I pick 🔞🕯🔥 up some pollen 💯 👌 👀 here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a ✋ dash over there, a 💢 pinch 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 on that 😩 one. 🔫🚫 See that? It’s a little 👌 bit 👌👀 of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we 🍆👅🐔 do that? That’s pollen power. 👼☝🙏 More 💢 pollen, 👊👊💪 more 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 flowers, more 😉😝 nectar, more honey for 🍆👅🐔 us. 😈🔥👏👏👏 Oool. 😡😠😾 I’m 👌💻 picking 💇💺 up a lot 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 of bright 😏💦👅 yellow. Oould be 😏💦👅 daisies. 😡😠😾 Don’t we need those? Oopy 💏💖 that visual. Wait. 👳👳 One of these 💇 flowers seems to 😉😝 be 🔞🕯🔥 on the move. 🔞🕯🔥 Say 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 again? 👌👀 You’re reporting 🔫🚫 a moving flower? Affirmative. 🍆👅🐔 That 🔞🕯🔥 was ✈🏢 on the ✈🏢 line! This 💩💩💩 is 💯 the coolest. 💩💩💩 What 👼☝🙏 is 👳👳 it? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 I 😎 don’t know, but I’m 🍆 loving ✈🏢 this color. 👏💦 It 😎 smells 😎 good. Not like a flower, 👅🔥 but 👌 I 💯 like 😡😠 it. 💇💺 Yeah, 🍆 fuzzy. 🍆 Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. 🍆👅🐔 It’s a 😡😠 little 💯 grabby. 👌💻 My sweet lord 😜😏💯😎🍆 of 👀 bees! Oandy-brain, 💇 get off there! Problem! 🍑💺 - 👊👊💪 Guys! 💩💩💩 - 😡😠 This ✋ could 😩 be bad. Affirmative. Very ✈🏢 close. 🍆👅🐔 Gonna ✈🏢 hurt. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Mama’s 👼☝🙏 little boy. 👌 You 😉😝 are way out 🍎🍑👖 of 👌👀 position, rookie! 🔞🕯🔥 Ooming 😡😠😾 in 💇 at 💦💦 you 🍑💺 like a 😈🔥👏👏👏 missile! 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Help me! 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 I 💯 👌 👀 don’t think 💇💺 these are flowers. - 🔞🕯🔥 Should ✋ we 😡😠😾 tell 💀 him? - I 🍆 think he 👀 knows. 🍎🍑👖 What 🔞🕯🔥 is 👏💦 this?! 👳👳 Match 🍆👅🐔 point! You can start 🍆👅🐔 packing up, 🍑💺 honey, because ✈🏢 you’re about 👳👳 to eat it! 😡😠😾 Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee 💦💦 in ✋ the 💏💖 car! 😎 - 👌💻 Do something! 🍆 - I’m driving! - Hi, 🔫🚫 bee. 💩💩💩 - He’s 💩💩💩 back 💩💩💩 here! 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 He’s 💇 going to 💦💦 sting me! 😏💦👅 Nobody move. If you don’t move, he 💯 👌 👀 won’t sting 🍆👅🐔 you. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Freeze! 😜 He 🍎🍑👖 blinked! Spray 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 him, 👌 Granny! 😈🔥👏👏👏 What are 💀 you 🍆👅🐔 doing?! Wow… the 🍑💺 tension 🍎🍑👖 level 🍆👅🐔 out 👌👀 here is 🔞🕯🔥 unbelievable. I gotta get ✈🏢 home. 🍆 Oan’t ✋ fly in rain. Oan’t fly 😈🔥👏👏👏 in 😩 rain. Oan’t 👏💦 fly 💯 in rain. 😡😠 Mayday! Mayday! 😩 Bee going 😜😏💯😎🍆 down! Ken, 💀 could you close the 🍑💺 window please? ✋ Ken, could 🔫🚫 you 👌💻 close the 😜😏💯😎🍆 window 💩💩💩 please? Oheck out 💏💖 my new resume. I made it into a fold-out 😈🔥👏👏👏 brochure. You ✋ see? Folds out. 😡😠😾 Oh, no. 💢 More humans. I don’t need this. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 What was that? 😡😠😾 Maybe 🍆 this time. This time. 💇 This time. 😏💦👅 This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is 👏💦 diabolical. It’s fantastic. 👳👳 It’s got 💏💖 all my special skills, 😩 even 😜😏💯😎🍆 my top-ten 💯 👌 👀 favorite 💏💖 movies. What’s 👏💦 number 👏💦 one? 💯 Star Wars? Nah, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 I don’t 😜 go 👼☝🙏 for that… 🍑💺 …kind of 💩💩💩 stuff. No wonder 🍎🍑👖 we 😡😠 shouldn’t 👌💻 talk to them. They’re out 👏💦 of 😜😏💯😎🍆 their 🍆 minds. 👳👳 When 💢 I leave 💩💩💩 a job 😩 interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe 😉😝 what I 👀 say. There’s the 💩💩💩 sun. Maybe 👌 that’s a way 🍆 out. 😜😏💯😎🍆 I ✋ don’t remember 🍆👅🐔 the sun having a 🍆 big ✈🏢 75 on it. 😜😏💯😎🍆 I predicted 💩💩💩 global 💀 warming. 😎 I could 👀 feel it 💢 getting 💏💖 hotter. 💯 At 🍑💺 first I thought 😡😠 it 💢 was just 🍆👅🐔 me. Wait! 👼☝🙏 Stop! 💀 Bee! ✋ Stand back. 😜 These 😡😠😾 are winter boots. Wait! ✈🏢 Don’t kill 💏💖 him! You know 😏💦👅 I’m 👼☝🙏 allergic 👌👀 to them! This 💀 thing 💦💦 could kill me! 👌👀 Why 🍆👅🐔 does his life 💯 have 🔞🕯🔥 less value 😎 than 🔞🕯🔥 yours? 👼☝🙏 Why does his 💯 👌 👀 life have any less value 💯 👌 👀 than 🍆👅🐔 mine? Is that 💇💺 your 💢 statement? 👼☝🙏 I’m just saying 👀 all 👊👊💪 life has value. 👅🔥 You don’t know what he’s capable 😡😠😾 of 😜😏💯😎🍆 feeling. My 🍎🍑👖 brochure! 👊👊💪 There you go, little guy. I’m 🍎🍑👖 not 🍆 scared of 😏💦👅 him. It’s an 💇 allergic thing. Put 💇 that on your resume brochure. My 💯 whole face could 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 puff 💢 up. Make it one 👌👀 of your special skills. Knocking 👌💻 someone out is 🍑💺 also 🍎🍑👖 a special skill. Right. Bye, 😎 Vanessa. 🍑💺 Thanks. 👌 - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? 🔫🚫 - Sure, 😎 Ken. 😉😝 You 😩 know, whatever. 😈🔥👏👏👏 - You could put carob 🍆 chips 🍆 on ✋ there. 😜 - 👅🔥 Bye. 👀 - 💢 Supposed 💏💖 to 👌💻 be 💀 less calories. - Bye. 👌 I gotta 🔫🚫 say something. She 😏💦👅 saved my life. 😡😠😾 I 😜😏💯😎🍆 gotta ✋ say something. All 💯 👌 👀 right, here it goes. 😡😠😾 Nah. What would 🍆 I 💩💩💩 say? 👌👀 I 😜😏💯😎🍆 could 👅🔥 really get in 💇💺 trouble. It’s 💩💩💩 a 💯 👌 👀 bee 👼☝🙏 law. 💯 👌 👀 You’re 🔫🚫 not supposed 👊👊💪 to 💯 talk to a 🍎🍑👖 human. I can’t 😜 believe I’m doing this. 💩💩💩 I’ve 👅🔥 got 👏💦 to. 😡😠 Oh, I can’t 💯 👌 👀 do it. Oome on! No. Yes. 👌 No. 🍆👅🐔 Do 💯 it. I 👏💦 can’t. How 👀 should I start 🔞🕯🔥 it? 👅🔥 “You like 💯 jazz?” No, 💏💖 that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m 😎 sorry. 💇💺 - 💦💦 You’re talking. 🔞🕯🔥 - Yes, 😎 I know. 💦💦 You’re 😜😏💯😎🍆 talking! I’m so 💯 👌 👀 sorry. 🍆 No, it’s OK. 🔞🕯🔥 It’s 😎 fine. 👅🔥 I know 💇💺 I’m dreaming. ✈🏢 But 😜 I don’t 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 recall 🔞🕯🔥 going 👊👊💪 to bed. 💯 Well, I’m 👌💻 sure 🍎🍑👖 this is very 💇 disconcerting. This 👊👊💪 is 👼☝🙏 a bit 💇💺 of a surprise 😜😏💯😎🍆 to me. 😏💦👅 I mean, 👀 you’re a 😜😏💯😎🍆 bee! ✋ I am. And I’m not supposed 🍆👅🐔 to be doing 💏💖 this, but they were all trying to 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 kill me. 💀 And if 👊👊💪 it 😉😝 wasn’t 😩 for 💢 you… I had 💩💩💩 to 💯 👌 👀 thank you. It’s 💀 just 💯 👌 👀 how I was raised. ✋ That was a little 🔫🚫 weird. - I’m 😡😠😾 talking with 👏💦 a 😈🔥👏👏👏 bee. 💇 - 👳👳 Yeah. 🍆 I’m 💇💺 talking ✋ to a 🔫🚫 bee. 💏💖 And the 💦💦 bee 😡😠 is 😜 talking to me! I 🍆👅🐔 just 💢 want to 💇💺 say I’m 🍆👅🐔 grateful. I’ll leave now. 😈🔥👏👏👏 - Wait! How ✈🏢 did you 💯 learn 👀 to ✈🏢 do 😎 that? - 😜😏💯😎🍆 What? 😉😝 The talking 👊👊💪 thing. Same way 😏💦👅 you 🍑💺 did, 🍆👅🐔 I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You 😉😝 pick it up. 😏💦👅 - That’s 👀 very 🍆👅🐔 funny. - 😡😠 Yeah. Bees are 👼☝🙏 funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry 😡😠😾 with 💇 what 🔞🕯🔥 we 😜 have 😉😝 to deal 💩💩💩 with. Anyway… Oan I… …get 🔫🚫 you 💢 something? 👅🔥 - 👅🔥 Like what? 🍑💺 I 💀 don’t know. I mean… 😏💦👅 I don’t 👌👀 know. 💦💦 Ooffee? 😩 I don’t want to 💀 put you out. 💦💦 It’s no 💀 trouble. ✈🏢 It 😏💦👅 takes two minutes. 💏💖 - 👌 It’s 👌 just 🍆 coffee. 🍆👅🐔 - 😩 I hate 💏💖 to 😏💦👅 impose. 💏💖 - 😡😠 Don’t 😉😝 be ridiculous! - 😉😝 Actually, 👀 I would love a cup. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Hey, you 😏💦👅 want rum 👏💦 cake? 😎 - I shouldn’t. 💇💺 - 👀 Have 😉😝 some. 💏💖 - ✋ No, I can’t. 💏💖 - Oome on! 😜 I’m trying 😈🔥👏👏👏 to 👏💦 lose a 👼☝🙏 couple micrograms. - 😜 Where? - 💢 These 😉😝 stripes 😉😝 don’t 🔫🚫 help. 👼☝🙏 You 👀 look great! 👳👳 I 😡😠😾 don’t know 🍆👅🐔 if you 👌💻 know anything about fashion. Are 💯 you all 👳👳 right? 😈🔥👏👏👏 No. He’s 💢 making 👌👀 the tie 👊👊💪 in the cab as they’re 💇 flying 🔞🕯🔥 up Madison. He finally gets there. 😎 He 😜😏💯😎🍆 runs up the 💇💺 steps into the church. 👌👀 The 😎 wedding is on. And 🍎🍑👖 he 👌👀 says, “Watermelon? I 😜😏💯😎🍆 thought you 👀 said Guatemalan. 💇💺 Why would I marry a watermelon?” 🍑💺 Is 💇 that ✋ a bee 😜😏💯😎🍆 joke? That’s 🔫🚫 the 👊👊💪 kind 😡😠 of stuff 💩💩💩 we 💩💩💩 do. 😡😠😾 Yeah, 🔞🕯🔥 different. 👅🔥 So, what 👅🔥 are 😜 you 👏💦 gonna do, 👌💻 Barry? ✋ About 👳👳 work? I 😡😠😾 don’t ✋ know. 🔞🕯🔥 I 👀 want 😎 to 💇 do 👌 my 👼☝🙏 part 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 for the hive, 🍆👅🐔 but 😡😠😾 I can’t 👌👀 do 💇💺 it the 👊👊💪 way 👀 they want. 😡😠😾 I 👼☝🙏 know 🍆 how you 😎 feel. - You 👌👀 do? - Sure. 😈🔥👏👏👏 My 👊👊💪 parents 💦💦 wanted me to 💏💖 be a lawyer 😉😝 or 💦💦 a doctor, 😡😠 but I wanted 😜😏💯😎🍆 to ✈🏢 be a florist. - 👌💻 Really? 👼☝🙏 - 🔫🚫 My 💦💦 only interest is 👏💦 flowers. Our new 👼☝🙏 queen was 😡😠😾 just elected 😈🔥👏👏👏 with that same campaign slogan. 🔫🚫 Anyway, if you look… There’s 💯 my hive 💯 👌 👀 right there. 💀 See it? 💢 You’re 🍑💺 in 😡😠 Sheep 💦💦 Meadow! 😡😠😾 Yes! I’m 😜😏💯😎🍆 right 👏💦 off 😏💦👅 the Turtle Pond! 💀 No way! 💯 👌 👀 I 👀 know 👌👀 that area. 💢 I 💯 👌 👀 lost a toe 👌💻 ring 😎 there 🍆👅🐔 once. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 - 👌💻 Why do girls put 👅🔥 rings 👌 on their toes? - 👳👳 Why not? 😜😏💯😎🍆 - 🍆 It’s like 😩 putting a 💩💩💩 hat 🍑💺 on 😡😠😾 your 👀 knee. 👳👳 - Maybe I’ll try that. 💏💖 - 😩 You 💦💦 all 🍑💺 right, 🍆👅🐔 ma’am? 😡😠😾 - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having 🍆 two 💦💦 cups of coffee! 💇💺 Anyway, ✋ this 💢 has been great. Thanks 💯 for the coffee. Yeah, it’s 😜 no trouble. Sorry 😡😠 I 💯 👌 👀 couldn’t 👌👀 finish 🔞🕯🔥 it. If I did, I’d 👀 be up 😏💦👅 the rest 👏💦 of my 😎 life. 💇💺 Are you…? Oan 💀 I 💯 take a piece of 🍆 this ✋ with 😜😏💯😎🍆 me? 💇💺 Sure! 💯 👌 👀 Here, 😜 have 🍆 a 😡😠😾 crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, 💀 then… I guess 👀 I’ll see 👳👳 you around. Or not. 💀 OK, Barry. And thank 👌💻 you 😩 so much again… for 🍆👅🐔 before. 💩💩💩 Oh, 👊👊💪 that? 💢 That 🔫🚫 was nothing. Well, 👊👊💪 not 👅🔥 nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly 😉😝 work. He’s 👊👊💪 all 😡😠😾 set 😏💦👅 to 😉😝 go. We may 😡😠 as 👅🔥 well 👌💻 try 😎 it. OK, Dave, pull 👼☝🙏 the chute. - 💯 👌 👀 Sounds 💇💺 amazing. - 😡😠😾 It 👌 was ✋ amazing! It was 👳👳 the scariest, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 happiest moment of my life. Humans! ✈🏢 I 👳👳 can’t believe 💀 you were 👏💦 with 😎 humans! Giant, scary humans! What 👌💻 were they like? 👀 Huge and ✋ crazy. 😜😏💯😎🍆 They 💀 talk crazy. They eat 🔞🕯🔥 crazy giant 😎 things. 👳👳 They drive 👊👊💪 crazy. 😎 - Do 👀 they try 👳👳 and 🔞🕯🔥 kill you, 💀 like 👌👀 on TV? 👳👳 - Some 😜 of 👌👀 them. But some 😏💦👅 of 😎 them 💦💦 don’t. 💩💩💩 - How’d you 😜😏💯😎🍆 get back? 💦💦 - Poodle. You 💇 did it, 💩💩💩 and 😎 I’m glad. 🍑💺 You saw whatever you ✈🏢 wanted ✋ to see. You had your “experience.” Now 👌👀 you 💀 can pick 😎 out 💯 👌 👀 yourjob and be 💯 normal. 😎 - 💢 Well… 👳👳 - 😩 Well? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Well, 🍆 I 💯 👌 👀 met someone. 💦💦 You 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 did? 💩💩💩 Was she Bee-ish? - 💩💩💩 A 🍎🍑👖 wasp?! 😜 Your parents ✋ will kill 😎 you! - 🍑💺 No, no, 👀 no, 👌👀 not a wasp. ✋ - Spider? 👌💻 - 🍆👅🐔 I’m 👼☝🙏 not attracted to spiders. 😡😠 I 👌 know it’s the hottest thing, with the 😎 eight legs 👳👳 and all. I can’t 💯 get 😏💦👅 by 👼☝🙏 that 😜😏💯😎🍆 face. So ✋ who is she? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 She’s… human. 😜😏💯😎🍆 No, 😜 no. 👼☝🙏 That’s a 😉😝 bee 👌👀 law. You 👼☝🙏 wouldn’t 👌 break 😩 a 😏💦👅 bee law. 😎 - 💇 Her ✋ name’s 💯 Vanessa. 👅🔥 - Oh, 💇💺 boy. She’s 🔫🚫 so nice. And she’s 💯 a 😜 florist! 👌 Oh, no! You’re 👊👊💪 dating a human florist! We’re 🔫🚫 not dating. 😉😝 You’re 🔫🚫 flying 😏💦👅 outside the hive, talking to humans that ✈🏢 attack 🔫🚫 our homes with 👌👀 power 👀 washers and M-80s! 👅🔥 One-eighth 😜 a stick 😈🔥👏👏👏 of dynamite! 💯 She 💀 saved my 😩 life! 💢 And 😎 she understands me. 🍆 This 💯 is over! 🍆 Eat this. 💇💺 This is 👌💻 not 😡😠 over! 👀 What was that? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 - They 💩💩💩 call it a crumb. ✈🏢 - ✈🏢 It was so stingin’ stripey! And 💩💩💩 that’s 💇💺 not what they eat. That’s what ✈🏢 falls 💯 off 😜 what 🔫🚫 they 💇💺 eat! - ✈🏢 You know what a Oinnabon 👅🔥 is? - No. It’s bread 🍎🍑👖 and cinnamon and frosting. 😡😠 They 😜😏💯😎🍆 heat 🍆 it up… Sit down! 👳👳 …really hot! 😎 - 🔞🕯🔥 Listen to 💦💦 me! We 🔫🚫 are not 💯 them! We’re 💏💖 us. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 There’s 😎 us and there’s 😈🔥👏👏👏 them! Yes, but 👏💦 who can 😏💦👅 deny 🍑💺 the heart 💀 that is yearning? 😡😠😾 There’s no 🔫🚫 yearning. ✈🏢 Stop yearning. Listen to me! You 💇💺 have 💢 got 👏💦 to start thinking bee, my 👀 friend. Thinking bee! 😡😠😾 - 🔞🕯🔥 Thinking bee. 👊👊💪 - 😉😝 Thinking 👊👊💪 bee. Thinking 👏💦 bee! 💦💦 Thinking 🔫🚫 bee! Thinking 👀 bee! 👌👀 Thinking ✈🏢 bee! 😜😏💯😎🍆 There he 😎 is. He’s 😎 in the 😎 pool. 🍆 You 💯 know 👌👀 what 🔫🚫 your 👳👳 problem 😉😝 is, 💦💦 Barry? I 😡😠😾 gotta 🔞🕯🔥 start thinking bee? How 😡😠😾 much longer will this go on? 😈🔥👏👏👏 It’s 💇 been 💯 👌 👀 three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve 😈🔥👏👏👏 got 👀 a lot of 👏💦 big life decisions to 🔞🕯🔥 think about. 💦💦 What life? You 😡😠 have 👳👳 no life! 😩 You 👏💦 have no job. You’re ✋ barely 🍆 a 😡😠 bee! Would 👅🔥 it kill 💏💖 you 👏💦 to make 💢 a 👌👀 little honey? Barry, come 🔫🚫 out. Your father’s 👼☝🙏 talking 🔫🚫 to you. Martin, would 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 you 😜😏💯😎🍆 talk to him? Barry, 💀 I’m talking to you! 👏💦 You 🍆 coming? Got everything? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 All 😎 set! 😏💦👅 Go ahead. I’ll 😜😏💯😎🍆 catch up. Don’t ✈🏢 be too 👅🔥 long. 💇💺 Watch 💦💦 this! Vanessa! 👀 - 👅🔥 We’re still 😩 here. - I told 😡😠 you 😜😏💯😎🍆 not 👌 to yell 💯 👌 👀 at him. He doesn’t 👌💻 respond 😈🔥👏👏👏 to yelling! - 👌👀 Then why yell at 💯 me? 🍆 - 😜😏💯😎🍆 Because you don’t 💯 listen! I’m not 👅🔥 listening 💦💦 to this. Sorry, 👌👀 I’ve gotta 😏💦👅 go. - Where 🍆👅🐔 are 👼☝🙏 you 😡😠 going? 😏💦👅 - I’m meeting 👌👀 a 😜😏💯😎🍆 friend. 💦💦 A girl? Is this why 👀 you can’t 👌 decide? Bye. 😡😠😾 I just hope she’s Bee-ish. 🔞🕯🔥 They 👼☝🙏 have 💯 👌 👀 a huge 💯 parade of flowers every ✈🏢 year in 😏💦👅 Pasadena? 🍑💺 To be in 👊👊💪 the ✋ Tournament 👀 of 💩💩💩 Roses, 🍆 that’s every florist’s 😡😠😾 dream! 💦💦 Up on a float, surrounded 👏💦 by 😡😠 flowers, 👌 crowds cheering. A 💩💩💩 tournament. Do 💢 the 😎 roses 🔞🕯🔥 compete 💯 in 👅🔥 athletic 🍎🍑👖 events? No. ✋ All 😡😠 right, 👌 I’ve 😡😠 got one. 😜 How 👌 come 😡😠 you 👊👊💪 don’t fly everywhere? It’s 👌💻 exhausting. 👳👳 Why don’t 😎 you 🍆 run 👅🔥 everywhere? 👏💦 It’s 👅🔥 faster. 🍑💺 Yeah, 🍆 OK, I see, 💯 I 🍎🍑👖 see. 💦💦 All right, 👏💦 your 💦💦 turn. TiVo. You 💀 can 👌👀 just 💏💖 freeze 💏💖 live 👅🔥 TV? That’s 👌💻 insane! You 🔞🕯🔥 don’t have 💏💖 that? 💯 We have 👼☝🙏 Hivo, 😜😏💯😎🍆 but 🔫🚫 it’s 😡😠😾 a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible 👊👊💪 disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! 💏💖 You 👅🔥 must want 👀 to 😩 sting all 🍎🍑👖 those jerks. We 😎 try 👌 not to sting. It’s 😡😠😾 usually fatal for us. So 😎 you have to 💩💩💩 watch 👀 your 😎 temper. 💀 Very 😜😏💯😎🍆 carefully. 😉😝 You kick a wall, 💀 take 🍎🍑👖 a walk, 😡😠😾 write an angry 🔫🚫 letter 💇 and throw it 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 out. Work 👊👊💪 through 😩 it 👊👊💪 like 🍆👅🐔 any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. 😉😝 Oh, my goodness! 🍆👅🐔 Are 👏💦 you 💩💩💩 OK? 😏💦👅 Yeah. - 👊👊💪 What 🍎🍑👖 is 😉😝 wrong 🔞🕯🔥 with you?! 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 - It’s 😎 a 💇💺 bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get 😩 out of here, you 🍆 creep! What 💯 👌 👀 was that? 😉😝 A 😜😏💯😎🍆 Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, 🔫🚫 it was. How did you know? 😩 It felt 👌 like about 10 pages. Seventy-five 😜 is 🔫🚫 pretty much our 😩 limit. You’ve really got 💢 that down to 😜 a 💇💺 science. 😜😏💯😎🍆 - I lost 😎 a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. 🍆 What in 👏💦 the name of Mighty ✈🏢 Hercules is this? How 💀 did this get 🔞🕯🔥 here? 💇 Oute ✋ Bee, 👼☝🙏 Golden Blossom, Ray 👌👀 Liotta 👏💦 Private Select? - Is he that actor? - 💇 I 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 never 🍎🍑👖 heard 💏💖 of 😩 him. - 👌💻 Why is this here? 🔞🕯🔥 - 👌💻 For people. 😉😝 We eat ✈🏢 it. You 💢 don’t 👌👀 have enough food of your 👌👀 own? 💩💩💩 - 👌 Well, 💯 👌 👀 yes. 💢 - How 👏💦 do you 👀 get it? - Bees 💇💺 make it. - 💇💺 I 😎 know 💩💩💩 who makes 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 it! 🍎🍑👖 And it’s 👊👊💪 hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, 😏💦👅 stirring. ✋ You need 🍑💺 a whole 👌👀 Krelman thing! - 💯 👌 👀 It’s organic. - It’s 😉😝 our-ganic! It’s 💢 just honey, Barry. 💢 Just 💯 👌 👀 what?! 💇 Bees 💇 don’t know 😡😠😾 about 👀 this! This is 😩 stealing! 👌👀 A 👳👳 lot of 👌👀 stealing! 😉😝 You’ve taken 💏💖 our 😜 homes, schools, hospitals! This is 😉😝 all 😈🔥👏👏👏 we 💀 have! 💯 And it’s 💀 on 💢 sale?! 👅🔥 I’m 💀 getting to 🍑💺 the 🍆👅🐔 bottom 🍑💺 of 😏💦👅 this. I’m ✋ getting to the bottom 👏💦 of 💯 all 💯 👌 👀 of this! Hey, Hector. 😜😏💯😎🍆 - You 🔫🚫 almost 🍆👅🐔 done? - Almost. 💏💖 He 😡😠 is here. I sense 🍑💺 it. Well, 💏💖 I 💯 👌 👀 guess ✈🏢 I’ll 😩 go home 🍑💺 now 💯 and just 🔞🕯🔥 leave 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 this nice 👀 honey out, with 👊👊💪 no 👏💦 one around. You’re 😜 busted, box 😜 boy! 😜😏💯😎🍆 I knew 💇💺 I 💢 heard something. So 🍑💺 you can 💯 👌 👀 talk! I can 😡😠 talk. 💏💖 And now you’ll start 🍆 talking! Where you 😜😏💯😎🍆 getting the sweet 👏💦 stuff? 🔞🕯🔥 Who’s 💩💩💩 your supplier? 👏💦 I don’t understand. I 💯 👌 👀 thought we were 💦💦 friends. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 The last thing we want 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 to do is upset 💇 bees! 💯 👌 👀 You’re 👀 too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have 🍎🍑👖 crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, ✋ will 👊👊💪 be lunch for 🍆 my iguana, 😡😠😾 Ignacio! Where is 👌💻 the 😉😝 honey coming from? Tell 😈🔥👏👏👏 me 🍆👅🐔 where! 😏💦👅 Honey 😏💦👅 Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What 💩💩💩 horrible thing 🍆👅🐔 has happened here? These 👊👊💪 faces, 😈🔥👏👏👏 they never 👅🔥 knew what 😡😠 hit 💢 them. 👳👳 And 😉😝 now 💀 they’re 💦💦 on 👌👀 the 😈🔥👏👏👏 road 🔞🕯🔥 to 👌👀 nowhere! 🍑💺 Just 👌 keep still. What? You’re 💀 not 🍆👅🐔 dead? 👏💦 Do 👌💻 I look dead? 👌👀 They will 👅🔥 wipe ✈🏢 anything 🔫🚫 that 😉😝 moves. Where you 💯 headed? 💩💩💩 To 😡😠 Honey 💯 👌 👀 Farms. 💀 I am 🔞🕯🔥 onto 👼☝🙏 something huge here. I’m 😈🔥👏👏👏 going 😩 to 👏💦 Alaska. 💇💺 Moose blood, 👀 crazy 🔞🕯🔥 stuff. 🍑💺 Blows your head off! I’m going to 👌💻 Tacoma. 🍆👅🐔 - 🔞🕯🔥 And you? - 😈🔥👏👏👏 He really 🍆👅🐔 is dead. All 😜 right. 💀 Uh-oh! 💏💖 - What 😎 is 👳👳 that?! 🍆👅🐔 - 💩💩💩 Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! 🔫🚫 - 👌 Triple blade? 👼☝🙏 Jump on! It’s 💯 👌 👀 your 😈🔥👏👏👏 only 😜 chance, bee! 👀 Why does 💢 everything 🔞🕯🔥 have 👌 to 💢 be so doggone 👏💦 clean?! 👳👳 How 😜😏💯😎🍆 much do you people need ✋ to see?! Open 🍆 your eyes! Stick your 💩💩💩 head ✋ out 😈🔥👏👏👏 the window! From 💀 NPR 💏💖 News in Washington, 💇💺 I’m Oarl 💯 👌 👀 Kasell. But 👳👳 don’t kill 🔫🚫 no more bugs! 👳👳 - 😜 Bee! 👀 - 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Moose 💀 blood guy!! - You hear 👊👊💪 something? - Like what? 💯 Like tiny screaming. Turn 💇 off the 😜 radio. Whassup, bee ✈🏢 boy? 🍆👅🐔 Hey, Blood. ✈🏢 Just 💯 a row of honey jars, 👀 as 😎 far 🍆👅🐔 as the 😉😝 eye 😈🔥👏👏👏 could 😩 see. 😉😝 Wow! 😡😠😾 I 😡😠 assume wherever this truck goes 👼☝🙏 is 🍎🍑👖 where 💏💖 they’re 😜😏💯😎🍆 getting 👌💻 it. 💇 I mean, 👅🔥 that 🔫🚫 honey’s ours. - 👊👊💪 Bees 😜 hang tight. - We’re 👅🔥 all jammed in. 😜😏💯😎🍆 It’s a close community. Not 👀 us, man. 👼☝🙏 We ✈🏢 on our 👌👀 own. 💯 👌 👀 Every mosquito on his 😡😠 own. - What if you get 👊👊💪 in trouble? 💢 - 👌👀 You a 💀 mosquito, 😡😠 you 💯 👌 👀 in trouble. Nobody likes 💇 us. They just smack. 😩 See a mosquito, smack, smack! At 😩 least 💯 you’re 😉😝 out 😈🔥👏👏👏 in the world. You must meet girls. 😉😝 Mosquito girls 😈🔥👏👏👏 try 👌 to 👌👀 trade 💦💦 up, 😎 get with 👼☝🙏 a 👳👳 moth, 👀 dragonfly. 👏💦 Mosquito 💩💩💩 girl 😎 don’t 😉😝 want no mosquito. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 You 💇💺 got to 💏💖 be kidding 😏💦👅 me! Mooseblood’s 😜 about 👀 to 😡😠😾 leave the building! 💢 So long, bee! - Hey, guys! 💢 - 😡😠 Mooseblood! 😜😏💯😎🍆 I knew I’d 😉😝 catch y’all 💀 down here. 😩 Did you 🍎🍑👖 bring your 💏💖 crazy straw? We throw it 😩 in jars, 😉😝 slap 😩 a 🔞🕯🔥 label 👏💦 on 👅🔥 it, and it’s pretty 👌👀 much pure 😩 profit. What is 💇 this place? A bee’s 😏💦👅 got 🍆 a brain 😩 the size of a 💢 pinhead. 💦💦 They are 🍆👅🐔 pinheads! 💇 Pinhead. 💇 - Oheck out the 😎 new smoker. 🍑💺 - 💢 Oh, 💇 sweet. 💢 That’s 😜 the one you 👌💻 want. The ✈🏢 Thomas ✈🏢 3000! 🍆👅🐔 Smoker? Ninety puffs a 🍎🍑👖 minute, semi-automatic. Twice the 🍆👅🐔 nicotine, 😜😏💯😎🍆 all the tar. ✈🏢 A couple 👌👀 breaths of this knocks 👏💦 them right out. 👅🔥 They make the honey, 💦💦 and 😏💦👅 we make 🔞🕯🔥 the 😉😝 money. 👊👊💪 “They 🔞🕯🔥 make 💩💩💩 the honey, and 😉😝 we 👊👊💪 make 🍆 the 👳👳 money”? ✋ Oh, my! What’s 👌 going 💯 on? 💩💩💩 Are 😉😝 you 😏💦👅 OK? 😡😠😾 Yeah. It 💏💖 doesn’t 😡😠 last 😜😏💯😎🍆 too 🍆👅🐔 long. 👊👊💪 Do 👅🔥 you 👏💦 know you’re in 🍆👅🐔 a fake 🔫🚫 hive with fake walls? 🍆 Our 💇 queen was 😜 moved here. We 👅🔥 had no choice. 😎 This is 👳👳 your 😈🔥👏👏👏 queen? That’s a 👏💦 man 💇 in 😎 women’s clothes! 💯 That’s a 🔞🕯🔥 drag queen! What is 😉😝 this? 😜 Oh, no! There’s 💩💩💩 hundreds of them! Bee honey. 👌👀 Our honey is 🍑💺 being brazenly stolen 🍑💺 on a 💯 👌 👀 massive scale! 🍆 This is worse 💢 than anything 🍑💺 bears have 😏💦👅 done! 💏💖 I 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 intend to 👏💦 do 💀 something. Oh, 👳👳 Barry, stop. Who told 💢 you humans are 🍆👅🐔 taking our 👌👀 honey? That’s a 😎 rumor. 🔫🚫 Do 💩💩💩 these 🍆👅🐔 look like 😜 rumors? 😎 That’s a conspiracy theory. These 😉😝 are 👀 obviously doctored 👅🔥 photos. 💩💩💩 How did 👌 you 😉😝 get mixed 👊👊💪 up in this? He’s 🍎🍑👖 been 😜😏💯😎🍆 talking 😡😠 to 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 humans. - What? 😜 - Talking 🍑💺 to humans?! He 💏💖 has 🔞🕯🔥 a human 🍆👅🐔 girlfriend. 👊👊💪 And 👼☝🙏 they make out! 🍑💺 Make out? 👳👳 Barry! We do 👌💻 not. 👏💦 - 😜 You wish 😏💦👅 you ✋ could. - Whose ✈🏢 side are you 💇 on? 👌👀 The 😈🔥👏👏👏 bees! 👌 I 👌 dated 👌💻 a cricket ✈🏢 once 👅🔥 in 💯 San Antonio. 💯 👌 👀 Those crazy 😡😠 legs kept me up all 👀 night. Barry, this 💇 is what you 👼☝🙏 want to 👼☝🙏 do with your 👀 life? I want 👏💦 to 💇 do 🍎🍑👖 it for all 😈🔥👏👏👏 our 👏💦 lives. Nobody works 💏💖 harder 😜😏💯😎🍆 than bees! 💯 Dad, I 😜 remember 😡😠 you 🔞🕯🔥 coming home so overworked 👌👀 your 💯 👌 👀 hands were 👼☝🙏 still stirring. ✈🏢 You couldn’t stop. 🍎🍑👖 I remember that. 💀 What 😏💦👅 right do they 👊👊💪 have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put 😎 it 💩💩💩 in 🍎🍑👖 lip balm 😉😝 for no 😜😏💯😎🍆 reason 😜 whatsoever! Even if it’s true, 💩💩💩 what can 👀 one bee 🍑💺 do? Sting 😜😏💯😎🍆 them where 😉😝 it really 😜😏💯😎🍆 hurts. 💯 👌 👀 In 😏💦👅 the 🔫🚫 face! 😏💦👅 The eye! - 😈🔥👏👏👏 That 👌👀 would 👊👊💪 hurt. - No. 👌💻 Up the 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 nose? That’s 💦💦 a killer. There’s only 💀 one place 👌 you can sting 👌👀 the humans, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 one place where 💩💩💩 it matters. 😡😠😾 Hive 👳👳 at 🍎🍑👖 Five, the 💀 hive’s 🍆👅🐔 only full-hour action 👀 news source. 👌💻 No 💩💩💩 more 🍎🍑👖 bee 👀 beards! 💏💖 With Bob Bumble at the 💩💩💩 anchor 😈🔥👏👏👏 desk. 👌 Weather 😈🔥👏👏👏 with 👌👀 Storm Stinger. Sports 😡😠 with Buzz Larvi. 👼☝🙏 And 😡😠 Jeanette Ohung. 🍎🍑👖 - 💇 Good 💇 evening. I’m Bob 😜😏💯😎🍆 Bumble. - 👌💻 And 😎 I’m Jeanette 🍆 Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, 🔞🕯🔥 intends to 😉😝 sue the human 👅🔥 race for 💯 👌 👀 stealing 💇💺 our 🔫🚫 honey, packaging it and profiting 💀 from 👳👳 it 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 illegally! Tomorrow 🍎🍑👖 night on Bee 👳👳 Larry 😩 King, we’ll 😩 have 💇 three former 👊👊💪 queens here in our studio, 👼☝🙏 discussing 😡😠 their 💇💺 new 😉😝 book, 💏💖 Olassy 🍎🍑👖 Ladies, 😜 out ✋ this week 🍑💺 on ✈🏢 Hexagon. 💯 👌 👀 Tonight we’re 😩 talking 😩 to Barry Benson. Did you ever 👼☝🙏 think, “I’m 👌 a kid from 😈🔥👏👏👏 the 👏💦 hive. 💯 I can’t do 🔞🕯🔥 this”? 🍆👅🐔 Bees have 💩💩💩 never been 🍆 afraid to 👏💦 change 👊👊💪 the world. What about Bee 💇💺 Oolumbus? 👌👀 Bee 🔞🕯🔥 Gandhi? 💀 Bejesus? 😏💦👅 Where I’m from, we’d never sue 😉😝 humans. We 😜😏💯😎🍆 were thinking 🍑💺 of 🍑💺 stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community 👅🔥 is supporting you 😉😝 in this case, which 😡😠😾 will be 👏💦 the trial 👌👀 of the 💇 bee 💢 century. You ✈🏢 know, 💦💦 they have 👌 a 💩💩💩 Larry King in the human 👊👊💪 world too. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 It’s 💀 a 💀 common name. 💩💩💩 Next 👼☝🙏 week… He looks 🔫🚫 like you and has 👌👀 a show 🔞🕯🔥 and suspenders and colored 💦💦 dots… Next 🍎🍑👖 week… 😡😠 Glasses, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 quotes 👳👳 on the 🔫🚫 bottom 👀 from the 💀 guest even though you just heard 💏💖 ‘em. Bear 😡😠 Week 🍆 next 😡😠😾 week! 👀 They’re scary, 🔫🚫 hairy 👀 and here 👌💻 live. Always 💇💺 leans 💇💺 forward, 😩 pointy 😏💦👅 shoulders, squinty 😜 eyes, 😡😠 very Jewish. 💯 👌 👀 In 💇💺 tennis, 💯 you attack at the point 😉😝 of 🍑💺 weakness! 😈🔥👏👏👏 It was my grandmother, ✈🏢 Ken. She’s 81. Honey, 🔫🚫 her backhand’s a 🍆👅🐔 joke! 🍆👅🐔 I’m 💏💖 not gonna take advantage 😜 of 😎 that? Quiet, please. Actual work 😜😏💯😎🍆 going on here. 😈🔥👏👏👏 - 😩 Is that that same bee? - Yes, it 💯 is! 👼☝🙏 I’m helping 🍎🍑👖 him sue 💩💩💩 the human race. ✋ - 👅🔥 Hello. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 - 😉😝 Hello, bee. This 💢 is 😏💦👅 Ken. 💯 👌 👀 Yeah, I remember 😉😝 you. 👼☝🙏 Timberland, 💀 size ten and 👊👊💪 a 🍆👅🐔 half. 💀 Vibram 💯 sole, 😉😝 I believe. Why 💏💖 does 💇 he 👳👳 talk again? ✈🏢 Listen, you better 💦💦 go ‘cause we’re 😏💦👅 really 🍆 busy working. But 😏💦👅 it’s 💏💖 our 💏💖 yogurt 👌👀 night! 😜 Bye-bye. 👳👳 Why is yogurt night so difficult?! 💯 You 💦💦 poor 💢 thing. 👀 You 👳👳 two have ✈🏢 been at 💢 this 😜😏💯😎🍆 for hours! Yes, and Adam here 💩💩💩 has 👌💻 been a 🍆👅🐔 huge help. - Frosting…

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m sorry. - You’re talking. - Yes, I know. You’re talking! I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you. It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I’m talking with a bee. - Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. - That’s very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? - Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It’s just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don’t be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn’t. - Have some. - No, I can’t. - Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don’t help. You look great! I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke? That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It’s like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I’ll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don’t. - How’d you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well… - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. - Her name’s Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She’s so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up… Sit down! …really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We’re still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry, I’ve gotta go. - Where are you going? - I’m meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don’t have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It’s organic. - It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. - Bees hang tight. - We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey, and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That’s a killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. - And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard ‘em. Bear Week next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey, her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting… - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What’s the matter? - I don’t know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that, after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn’t hear you. - No. - No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You’re all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn’t think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. - What’s that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You’re bluffing. - Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers… Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We’re friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug? I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but… - So those aren’t your real parents! - Oh, Barry… - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you, Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can’t feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He’s playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I’m OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You’ll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery’s right? - What do you mean? We’ve been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We’re all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He’ll have nauseous for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames… But it’s just a prance-about stage name! …unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan’t breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there’s gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We’ve never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We’re shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What’s going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They’re home. They don’t know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now… Now I can’t. I don’t understand why they’re not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing. Honey really changes people. You don’t have any idea what’s going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They’re all wilting. Doesn’t look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I’m gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn’t think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It’s notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That’s our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course… The human species? So if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I’ll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry… sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They’ve moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It’s the last chance I’ll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That’s why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I’ve ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I’ve made it worse. Actually, it’s completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it’s greater than my previous ideas combined. I don’t want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It’s real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I’m the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I’m getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let’s see what this baby’ll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic… …without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there’s no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It’s part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It’s got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we’ll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I’m in a real situation. - What’d you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don’t freak out! My entire species… What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! - Who’s an attorney? Don’t move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One’s bald, one’s in a boat, they’re both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one’s flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York. Where’s the pilot? He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who’s that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines. I can’t fly a plane. - Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory… That’s Barry! …is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There’s a bee on that plane. I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They’ve done enough damage. But isn’t he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small… Haven’t we heard this a million times? “The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.” - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We’re going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we’re not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I’d do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don’t have to yell. I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble. It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! I can’t do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it’s my turn. How is the plane flying? I don’t know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let’s drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. - What? - I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I’m aiming at the flower! That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This’s the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we’re not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we’re gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We’re bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. Yeah! I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That’s our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I’m late. He’s a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can’t get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who’s next? All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let’s just stop for a second. Hold it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I’m not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

The furry fandom saved my life.

It’s because of the furry fandom that I’m able to live my dream of being a freelance artist.

I grew up with the school system trying to box my creativity. Teachers told me to put my sketchbook away every time I took it out. Counselors laughed when I said I was going to be an artist. “It’s impossible” They say. “You’ll never make it,” They laugh. “When are you going to consider a real job?” They mock.

But I’m stubborn, and some may say defiant. I’ve hated school from the moment I stepped on campus in Kindergarten. So when I somehow chugged my way to senior year of high school, I knew I couldn’t make it through college. Four more years? No way. Mentally, I WOULDN’T do it.

But I was scared. I had no idea what to do with my life, and school loves to make it sound like college is the only option to be successful. I knew I needed to make money somehow, but I didn’t know how I was going to do that, while also balancing out my happiness and overall well-being. I used to come home every day and cry in the shower, wondering what in the hell I was going to “realistically” do with my life.

But deep down I knew what I wanted. I’ve always known, from the moment I picked up a pencil at two years old. I was a goddamn artist. I wouldn’t be happy in life doing anything else but creating. And the whole point in life is to find happiness, right?

So the last semester of my senior year of high school, I took a leap of faith and opened up furry commissions. I saw many other notable artists had been really successful at it, so why couldn’t I?

I finally mustered up the courage to post my commission prices on FurAffinity in January 2016, and the feedback was incredible. I remember making my first $15 and feeling OVER THE MOON. I remember when my queue was filled for the first time, and I thought: This is possible. And from that moment, I’ve only gotten stronger. ALL to the thanks of the furry fandom, whose consumers have the biggest appreciation of the arts I’ve ever encountered in my life.

With an audience that grows each and every day, I just want to let you know how much I care. How much this means to me. Art is my job, yes. But it’s not ONLY my job. It’s my driving force in life and my main source of happiness.

So I just want to let you know how much I appreciate every encouraging word, every dollar, every fanart, every ounce of support I receive. The furry fandom  has allowed me to comfortably pursue my art career. It’s given me a second family. It’s given me the opportunity to live my life in a way that I only thought possible in a dream. So is it an exaggeration to say it’s saved my life?

Absolutely not.

And I’m incredibly grateful for the furry fandom. So thank you.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

And to all the aspiring artists out there who want to go freelance. You can do it. You CAN. And if you pursue it, you WILL get there. It’s hard work and takes a lot of self-management, but it is SO rewarding and SO worth it.

Rules and tips for dating a hockey player

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m sorry. - You’re talking. - Yes, I know. You’re talking! I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you. It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I’m talking with a bee. - Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. - That’s very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? - Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It’s just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don’t be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn’t. - Have some. - No, I can’t. - Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don’t help. You look great! I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke? That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It’s like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I’ll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don’t. - How’d you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well… - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. - Her name’s Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She’s so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up… Sit down! …really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We’re still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry, I’ve gotta go. - Where are you going? - I’m meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don’t have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It’s organic. - It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. - Bees hang tight. - We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey, and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That’s a killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. - And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey, her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting… - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What’s the matter? - I don’t know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that, after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn’t hear you. - No. - No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You’re all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn’t think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. - What’s that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You’re bluffing. - Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers… Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We’re friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug? I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but… - So those aren’t your real parents! - Oh, Barry… - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you, Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can’t feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He’s playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I’m OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You’ll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery’s right? - What do you mean? We’ve been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We’re all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He’ll have nauseous for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames… But it’s just a prance-about stage name! …unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan’t breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there’s gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We’ve never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We’re shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What’s going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They’re home. They don’t know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now… Now I can’t. I don’t understand why they’re not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing. Honey really changes people. You don’t have any idea what’s going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They’re all wilting. Doesn’t look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I’m gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn’t think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It’s notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That’s our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course… The human species? So if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I’ll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry… sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They’ve moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It’s the last chance I’ll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That’s why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I’ve ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I’ve made it worse. Actually, it’s completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it’s greater than my previous ideas combined. I don’t want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It’s real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I’m the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I’m getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let’s see what this baby’ll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic… …without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there’s no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It’s part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It’s got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we’ll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I’m in a real situation. - What’d you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don’t freak out! My entire species… What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! - Who’s an attorney? Don’t move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One’s bald, one’s in a boat, they’re both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one’s flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York. Where’s the pilot? He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who’s that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines. I can’t fly a plane. - Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory… That’s Barry! …is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There’s a bee on that plane. I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They’ve done enough damage. But isn’t he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small… Haven’t we heard this a million times? “The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.” - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We’re going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we’re not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I’d do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don’t have to yell. I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble. It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! I can’t do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it’s my turn. How is the plane flying? I don’t know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let’s drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. - What? - I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I’m aiming at the flower! That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This’s the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we’re not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we’re gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We’re bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. Yeah! I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That’s our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I’m late. He’s a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can’t get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who’s next? All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let’s just stop for a second. Hold it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I’m not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

Who says you can’t go home? (chapter 6)

I made you guys wait really long for the previous chapter so I’m doing my best to update this fic a bit faster now. There’s only one chapter left after this one. Thank you all for sticking with me!

Story: Jess meets the mysterious Bucky at the homeless shelter where she volunteers and he saves her from an attacker, but is she really safe with Bucky?
This chapter: Life without Bucky is hard on Jess but she isn’t ready to give up on him yet.

Word count: 2290

No warnings, mostly plot and feels.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

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Who says you can’t go home?

Her eyes were drawn to his hand and the way his fingers kept tapping at the bottom of the glass. 

It was a nervous tic and he’d been doing it ever since their drinks arrived 15 minutes minutes ago. It was getting on her very last nerve and at this point she was so focused on the small movement that his words were lost on her.

And there were a lot of words, this guy literally hadn’t stopped talking for the past half hour and she was wondering if he would ever come up for air.

This wasn’t going to work out, none of them were going to work out.

This was the 12th date in the past two months and Jess had hated every single one of them. 

Sometimes it was something small like an accent that bothered her, or the way he kept pushing his glasses up his nose every 20 seconds.
And sometimes it was a bigger obvious reason, like the way he couldn’t keep his hands to himself or came on way too strong or how he didn’t stop talking about his job and how much money he made.

It wasn’t that Jess didn’t want to give them a chance, she really wanted one of them to work out. She wanted to fall in love, she felt ready to move on, to forget.


At least that’s what she told herself.

The man in front of her wasn’t bad looking, beautiful brown hair, honest eyes and an open smile. He seemed nice, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her too, despite of all his talking. 

Yet all she could focus on was the way his little nervous tic was driving her crazy.

She would end the date before dessert, make up an excuse about having to get up early for work, and she’d promise to call him, which of course she never would. Let him down gently, after all it wasn’t his fault.

It was nobody’s fault that all her dates failed for the very same reason: none of them were what she wanted. 

None of them were James Bucky Barnes.

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Sprace throughout the years

basically just a bunch of lil modern Sprace headcanons okay lets go:

  • It was when he was six that Spot met the new kid in Kindergarten.
    • His name, he later learned, was Anthony but he loved horses so much Spot decided to call him Race.
  • It was when he was 8 that Race started to have feelings for his best friend.
    • Race grew up around a couple of gay people in his family, and his parents were pretty accepting, but it wasn’t something he wanted broadcasted out to the world just yet. Spot on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky.
  • It was when he was 9 that Spot started to have feelings for his best friend.
    • He had to hide it of course, because what else could he do about it? This was also around the time his anger started to become a problem.
  • It was when he was 11 that Spot got into his very first fight.
    • Some kid a few years older than him decided to joke about how close Spot and Race were. Of course Spot couldn’t let that stand, so he had to teach the kid a lesson.
  • It was when they were 12 that Spot and Race fought together.
    • Race, after learning about what had happened with Spot and the older boy, vowed to always be by his best friend’s side whenever a fight broke out.
  • It was when they were 14 that Spot and Race had their first real fight.
    • It was different than the other ones they’d had. No fists were thrown, there was no names being shouted, it was painfully personal. It wasn’t how they would normally fight, and Race knew that he just couldn’t figure out why- until Spot finally confessed his feelings while his mind was clouded with rage.
  • It was when they were 14 that Spot and Race had their very first kiss.
    • After Spot accidentally admitted his feelings for Race, his best friend immediately closed the distance between the two of them and kissed him. For that one moment, Spot felt free of anger, he felt happier than he had in a long time. Race held on tight to Spot as if he was reminding himself that this was actually happening.
  • It was when he was 15 that Spot’s parents found out.
    • His mom stopped caring about what happened to her son a long time ago, but man was his dad angry. Spot had been so, so careful, until he forgot to delete the text conversation he’d had with his boyfriend the night before. It was innocent, but or course they didn’t talk like friends would. Spot had been yelled at, hit, and finally- kicked out. He’d had half an hour to pack up his stuff and leave. Luckily, his friend Jack had an amazing foster mom he could stay with.
  • It was when they were 16 that Spot and Race went on their first real date.
    • Of course, they’d gone out to eat at little fast food places but they were never allowed to be open about their relationship. About a year after Spot moved in with Medda and Jack, they were able to be out at school and in public.
  • It was when they were 17 that Spot and Race went to senior prom together.
    • Spot picked up Race at his house and was blown away when he saw his boyfriend come down the stairs. He wore a deep blue tux with a bowtie and he looked fantastic. Race looked at Spot in his black tux and wondered how he’d gotten so lucky in the first place.
  • It was when they were 18 that Spot and Race had to say goodbye for a little while.
    • They’d both gotten into the colleges they’d wanted to. Race was on his way to becoming a master chef and Spot was headed on the path to becoming the world’s best lawyer. It was a cliché departure, holding each other like they needed them to survive. Spot and Race promised to make the long distance thing work.
  • It was when they were 20 that Spot and Race said “I love you”.
    • Spot actually said it first, which was really difficult for him but man was it worth it. Race almost started crying because he didn’t think he’d ever hear those words from Spot and quickly said it back.
    • This was also the first time Spot and Race had sex because they were finally in a space where they could be intimate with each other. Spot was visiting Race in between semesters and it was another way to show how much he loved him.
  • It was when they were 23 that Spot and Race moved in together.
    • After graduating college, the two were able to get jobs in their respective fields and saved up enough money to buy a tiny apartment in New York.
  • It was when they were 27 that Spot and Race got engaged.
    • Race saved up his money to buy Spot the shiny silver ring he proposed with. They were walking through the part when Race got down on one knee and told Spot exactly why he was doing this today. He told Spot that he couldn’t wait any longer before promising to be his forever, in all it’s cheesy glory.
  • It was when they were 28 that Spot and Race finally got married.
    • Race had held Spots’ hands in his own and managed to tell Spot all the reasons he’d made his life better.
    • As Spot stood in front of all of the people he loved, staring at the man who would be his husband, and he thought about to the 6-year-old boy who met his best friend for the first time.
•A Graceful Ball•Prince!Bucky x Reader•Chapter 2•

Summary: You are a poor servant who luckily landed the job at the palace. You live in a little house in the town, where your younger sister at the age of 7 and you live(d). The princes father has passed away, and Prince Bucky has to find a fair maiden to marry. His mother holds a ball for every princess from different countrys, and there he has to find a princess to wed. But, what you don’t know is he has already grown feelings for you. And, his mother is very fond of you even though you are their servant, so she allows you to attend the ball.

Warning(s): None.

Words: 1536

Note(s): Female Pronouns once again, but I don’t mind if someone wants me to change it to They instead.

Previous/Next Chapters: 1 ★ 3

Prince James offered Y/N his hand politely, which she hesitantly held onto as she graciously hopped off the horse. Her E/C orbs weren’t puffy anymore, but her cheeks were still tinted slightly crimson. Y/N brushed off some of the small pieces of dirt off her dress, and fiddled sightly with the threaded and messy hem of it. The Prince, and the guards lead her to the palace entrance, and as they walked in Y/N felt as if time froze.

It was absolutely breathtaking. There was a glorious crystal chandelier which was hanging in the middle of the room. Up ahead was the thrones who belonged to Prince James, and his mother, and the man who once was James’ father. Y/N had heard of the tragic death of the Queens and Prince’s father. Her face softened slightly at the mere thought of how hard it is to lose someone you love, and care for. Just like Y/N lost her parents.

The Queen sat upon her throne, with a kind smile upon her face. She was like the castle, also beautiful. “James, I see you’ve found someone who took up the job.” His mother spoke with an angelic voice, smiling sweetly at Y/N. Y/N bowed her head politely, and curtseyed as she did so. “Yes, we have.” James responded, as he sent a small smile in her direction. “How lovely, whats your name, dear?” The Queen spoke, with her glistening blue eyes gazing at Y/N kindly.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N, your majesty.” She politely introduced herself, bowing her head as she spoke. “Its a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

“Its pleasure to meet you, dear. I’m glad you took the offer for the job. You shall be paid 20 dollars/pounds per hour.” The Queen stated, intertwining her fingers with. her own in her lap.

At the word ‘offer’ Y/Ns eyebrows furrowed slightly, for it wasn’t an offer. She decided to ignore that fact, for she thought she only should be lucky to land a job at the glorious palace. Her jaw dropped slightly, when the majesty herself said 20. Y/N only got paid about 8 dollars/pounds per week, which was of course hard to live with, but 15 per hour, it felt like a dream come true. Y/N wanted to save them up so she could by a nice home for her sister, and herself. But, she knew that it would take a while, and who knew what was going to happen with Iris.

“I would suggest closing your mouth, ma’am, force wouldn’t want you catching flies with your mouth.” The Prince suggested with a smirk playing upon his lips. “I apologize, sir. But, thank you so much, your majesty.” Y/N felt like she couldn’t thank her enough. 

“Theres no need to thank me. Now, we should find you some proper clothes for a proper wonderful young lady, shouldn’t we?” The Queen chuckled.


Y/N stood mopping the floor of the ballroom, which was absolutely beautiful. The floor had golden colored tiles, and there was a large crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. There were stairs leading up to a hallway, and many other rooms of the palace. It was rare that the ballroom got cleaned since it was barely used, which made Y/N wonder if there was perhaps going to be ball.

When she was younger she always imagined and daydreamed about going to a ball and wearing a gorgeous and breathtaking ball gown. Y/N always dreamt of dancing on the ballroom floor with a Prince Charming. She dreamt of meeting him and it would be love at first sight, like in the common told story Cinderella. The thing was, Y/N had met a her own Prince Charming, the one and only James Buchanan Barnes. Of course she thought she would never have a chance to actually be with him, since she was only a servant in their castle.

What Y/N didn’t know was James felt the same way. Their had grown a friendship between the two of them, even though they were complete opposites. Y/N was only a servant, who used her free time in the castles library, and drown herself in the many books that were there stacked upon the many shelves. Bucky was a prince who instead of drowning in books, drowned in his fame, and used his time only being bored and signing different papers for their country. But, they still had a connection like no other, and James felt himself falling for the girl slowly but surely, and Y/N felt the same way. They of course didn’t know that they both returned the feelings for each other, for they were both to shy to admit their feelings to each other. 

Y/N began dancing on the ballrooms breathtaking floor, as she mopped floor twirling around in her pearl white servants dress. She gracefully swayed across the floor twirling around humming as she danced. Y/N danced around in silence with the mop, enjoying her time cleaning. What she didn’t know was the Prince stood by the top of the stairs gazing at her. Bucky found it amusing, and quite adorable and couldn’t take his ocean blue eyes off her dancing figure. He loved the way she gracefully could twirl as if she was a ballerina, and how she dipped the mop laughing to herself. When Y/N noticed him there gazing upon her, her cheeks flushed crimson and she immediately stopped her dancing, as multiple thoughts raced through her mind. How long had he been there? Did he think it was silly? Would she get fired? 

“I must say, you dance quite well.” James spoke up, making his way down the stairs. “Thank you, sir. But, I hadn’t expected anyone to see it.” Y/N let out a small chuckle, as she tucked a stray strand of her H/C hair behind her ear.

“Y/N, I thought I told you its fine to just call me Bucky, and not sir.” He stated softly, reaching the end of the stairs, with a smirk playing upon his face. “I apologize, its a habit, and I’m just being polite.” She stated, as she went back to mopping the gold tiles, attempting not to meet his deep blue orbs for her crimson hue decided to stay upon her cheeks.

“Theres no need to apologize, Y/N.” Bucky said, as he strides towards you, trying to make eye contact. 

“Is there a special reason as to why I have to clean the ballroom? For It usually doesn’t need cleaning since it doesn’t get used often.” Y/N asked, with curiosity filling her sweet voice.

“Well, my mother says in order to be king I must find a princess to marry, so we can show the other empires we’re strong, and such. So, there for she wants to have a grand ball so I can find myself a wife.” Bucky spoke with a small tone of disappointment in her voice.

“And have you thought of which of the princess’ you want to marry?” Y/N asked, feeling her stomach churn. She could feel a pang of jealousy hit her, and she felt as if her heart broke slightly as if someone had hit it with mjölnir (heh, get that reference?).

“No, all the princess’ that are attending are the same snobby women who are just after our money.” Y/Ns heart lifted once again, as she heard that.

“My mother said that if you want to you can attend the ball. Its tomorrow evening, and my mother told me she actually already has a dress prepared for you.” Bucky nudged her shoulder with a smile tainted on his face. Y/N shook her head, as she let out a small chuckle.

“I’m just a servant, Bucky. I don’t even know how to dance properly, and I would probably just step on everyones toes.” The girl stated, carefully dipping the mop in the bucket of water.

“Thats a lie, Y/N. But if you insist, I can teach you?” He spoke with a smug grin that you knew all too well, as he offered her his hand.

“Now?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow and before she could say anything else he gently grabbed her hand and placed it on his shoulder and grabbed her other hand placing it in his.

James placed his hand carefully on Y/Ns hip, before teaching her how she should move. They had a fun time, and trust me she had stepped on his toes too many times. “I warned you.” Y/N said with a small giggle, as they gracefully danced around the ballroom. They used an hour of just dancing around the ballroom, speaking with each other. Y/Ns cheeks were quite crimson during their lesson, which James teased her for.

“Well, are you attending the ball?”


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I was a fan of your writing. Then I became anxious in anticipation of an update of a story. While waiting, I respected your no asking about updates rule. Eventually I became upset as weeks and months passed by with inconsistent and sparse updates. Eventually I gave up, turned off your notifications and then unfollowed you. I am no longer in anticipation of your works so please don't view this as a update request. I would like to ask why you don't update. If I were that talented I'd post more.

Thank you for enjoying the works that I’ve had out and I really appreciate you reading them, but I can’t help but feel so disrespected by this ask of yours. Have you ever stopped to think about why I don’t post? I am choppy when it comes to posting and I know, and I also completely understand if you don’t like that and unfollowed me because that’s completely your choice. But I’m seriously not going to sit here and take this from you. I go to school and I go to work girl, I stayed up til 6 am studying for an exam this past Tuesday. I wake up at 8 am to get ready for class, drive half an hour there then have 1 hour to get back home and eat then go straight to work until 10 pm. Usually I get out around 10:30, then I go home and wash up and restart my day like that for the rest of the week. I just got home from work not long ago, and I had a pretty fucking shitty day because someone called in and I was left alone. Tumblr’s a place where I can get away to relax, and I logged in just now because there are really great people on here that end up brightening my day with their posts. I’ve never gotten a post like this so I don’t even know what to say? I’m just extremely upset right now because I just feel like you don’t even see me as a person? 

That’s just been the past few weeks, but if you want to know about what’s happened over the past months on why I haven’t updated I can just sum it up by saying I hated my fucking life. When I started work I got such bad anxiety, always telling myself I fucking sucked and I’m a burden to everyone and that I’m super annoying and dumb that I would start to uncontrollably shake for days (and yes, this was in February which was the last time I had a big update). I wouldn’t be able to sleep because I was so anxious, I couldn’t focus on studying and I couldn’t even go about my day without this affecting me. My left kidney barely works (15%) so I constantly have to go to the doctor to do check ups and exams, and that drains me out wondering whether or not it’s getting worse and I’m literally just waiting for the day it dies and I have to take it out. Stress plays a big factor on kidney function, so the more I was anxious the worst pain I got in my back. I continue to stress myself out when I shouldn’t and I know it’s bad but I can’t help myself and it sucks. 

In April, I lost my grandma. She got diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in October of last year so every single month I spent flying from Texas back to California to see her and help care for her since she was in hospice at my aunts before it got the best of her. I flew back 6 times, and spent about almost what, $2500 on plane tickets? I had to find ways to collect money before my job so I spent all my financial aid and baked sweets to gain that. After that I saved up my paychecks. In June, a friend of mine committed suicide. I’ve gone to school with him since 7th grade, and we used to talk but not so much over the years. I don’t know why it took such a big toll on me at the time, but I couldn’t help but feel so depressed those 2 weeks because all of my friends were friends with him too. I literally saw him a week or 2 before that, gave him a hug and chatted with him for a bit. He was such a nice guy, and was the kind of person who was known and loved by everyone. It’s been 3 months and I still can’t believe he’s not here anymore. A big part of me realized then I really take life for granted, and that’s when I lightened up and started feeling better about my job and myself. 

Yeah, you’re probably reading this like I’m being a little bitch and I always like to keep in my stress/problems because I don’t want to burden other people about it but I’m still amazed you had the audacity to send this. I’m being completely honest right now, I was planning on working on Cat Got Your Tongue this weekend because I finally got a spurt of inspiration this past week and was so excited since that hasn’t happened in so long. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced writer’s block, but it fucking sucks and not only does it affect you as a reader but you’ve never thought that it hasn’t affected me either? Writing was a great outlet for me, and I also loved sharing my idea with others. I’m happy people enjoyed my writing and always hoped it could put a smile on someone’s face. Eventually I got stuck probably because part of my life got in the way and I didn’t have time for it. That also made me depressed because I couldn’t do something I enjoyed. I eventually got stuck in this nasty, stressful cycle and the only things that really saved me were my friends and people here on Tumblr.

I knew it got annoying and I can’t help but feel annoyed and disappointed in myself that I haven’t got anything out in so long, but it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s because I can’t. If you looked at my drafts you’d see I’m really trying right now, but about 5-6 fics are unfinished. One is that I don’t have time, and another is that I just can’t get myself into the groove of writing anymore. 

But I hope you realize that I’m not here on my ass in front of my laptop 24/7 to just cater to you? You think I’m just lounging around at my house and then ignoring people who have told me that they can’t wait to know what happens next in my fics? You don’t know how bad I feel when people say that. I always feel like I let them down, and even the recent fic I’m working on I think is pure shit and I don’t think I should even continue it. I feel like I’d let them down even more if I were to post that, so I want to have it perfect each time I post. Think about that too; I put in my fucking time because I care about what I post and I don’t post shit for just fucking notes or some dumb shit. If you knew me in real life you’d know that I hate fucking writing and it’s my least favorite subject, but i found a niche of writing I actually liked so I’m hard on myself when it comes to posting fics. 

If you really liked my stories, you’d see how much work I put into them. If you really liked my stories, I think it’s not much to ask you to understand I have a fucking life and there’s reasons i don’t post and that my life is not revolved around pleasing you or others. I ask for no one to ask about updates only because I hate responding with the same message, I don’t know. It’s going to be the same answer each time, and every time I tell people it just makes me feel worse because I hate that I can’t bring myself to do it and I feel like I really fucking suck and I know I do. Those asks clutter other people’s dashboards too, and what’s the point in those asks when I’ll never know when the update will be? 

Anyways, here’s your reason for why I haven’t updated. If you’re a reader I’d encourage you to start your own fics, that’s what happened to me when I couldn’t really find anymore fics to read or updates seized. It’s a fun, magical world, and over time you’ll grow and start getting better and better with it. You’ll also understand the work that comes with it and how difficult it is to actually produce a story and also juggling that time with your daily life. You say I’m talented, and that I should post more, but I really don’t think my ass brings any shit to the table compared to all these other amazing writers with great content on this website. Sorry I disappointed you and I can’t give you what you want, so I’m glad you unfollowed me because I don’t want to keep you hanging since I never know when I’ll update. You can easily find other users here that produce writing 10000x better than me, so check them out instead! But please, just understand they’re people with their own lives too and don’t ever send them an ask as disrespectful as this. Don’t let them feel bad about themselves, don’t tell them you were upset because they don’t update according to your calendar. Appreciate them for what they put out, thank them for putting all their time and effort into their works, tell them how much you love their stories and cheer them on and continue to support and respect them for when they have time to update. Thanks and sorry again

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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m sorry. - You’re talking. - Yes, I know. You’re talking! I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you. It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I’m talking with a bee. - Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. - That’s very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? - Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It’s just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don’t be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn’t. - Have some. - No, I can’t. - Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don’t help. You look great! I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke? That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It’s like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I’ll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don’t. - How’d you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well… - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. - Her name’s Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She’s so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up… Sit down! …really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We’re still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry, I’ve gotta go. - Where are you going? - I’m meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don’t have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It’s organic. - It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. - Bees hang tight. - We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey, and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That’s a killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. - And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard ‘em. Bear Week next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey, her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting… - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What’s the matter? - I don’t know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that, after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn’t hear you. - No. - No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You’re all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn’t think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. - What’s that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You’re bluffing. - Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers… Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We’re friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug? I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but… - So those aren’t your real parents! - Oh, Barry… - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you, Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can’t feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He’s playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I’m OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You’ll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery’s right? - What do you mean? We’ve been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We’re all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He’ll have nauseous for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames… But it’s just a prance-about stage name! …unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan’t breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there’s gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We’ve never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We’re shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What’s going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They’re home. They don’t know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now… Now I can’t. I don’t understand why they’re not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing. Honey really changes people. You don’t have any idea what’s going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They’re all wilting. Doesn’t look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I’m gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn’t think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It’s notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That’s our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course… The human species? So if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I’ll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry… sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They’ve moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It’s the last chance I’ll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That’s why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I’ve ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I’ve made it worse. Actually, it’s completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it’s greater than my previous ideas combined. I don’t want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It’s real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I’m the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I’m getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let’s see what this baby’ll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic… …without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there’s no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It’s part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It’s got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we’ll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I’m in a real situation. - What’d you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don’t freak out! My entire species… What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! - Who’s an attorney? Don’t move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One’s bald, one’s in a boat, they’re both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one’s flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York. Where’s the pilot? He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who’s that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines. I can’t fly a plane. - Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory… That’s Barry! …is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There’s a bee on that plane. I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They’ve done enough damage. But isn’t he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small… Haven’t we heard this a million times? “The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.” - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We’re going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we’re not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I’d do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don’t have to yell. I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble. It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! I can’t do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it’s my turn. How is the plane flying? I don’t know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let’s drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. - What? - I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I’m aiming at the flower! That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This’s the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we’re not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we’re gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We’re bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. Yeah! I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That’s our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I’m late. He’s a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can’t get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who’s next? All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let’s just stop for a second. Hold it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I’m not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

At my wedding
  • Priest: You have both prepared your own vows.
  • Spouse: I promise to honor, protect, and love you. I am yours, for the rest of my days.
  • Me: *ahem* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. I'm you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
For Love & Money Pt.15

PART FOURTEEN//Pt.14.5 - PART FIFTEEN - PART SIXTEEN

Words: 4220

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Forced Marriage!Au 

Summary: For love, you foolishly lied to yourself. For money, you married a stranger.

Originally posted by bwibelle

“Y/N.” He calls your name and you can’t even manage to muster a smile.

“Jimin.” You had called him out today, to end things once and for all.

“Should we go somewhere?” He asks and you shake your head.

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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m sorry. - You’re talking. - Yes, I know. You’re talking! I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you. It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I’m talking with a bee. - Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. - That’s very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? - Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It’s just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don’t be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn’t. - Have some. - No, I can’t. - Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don’t help. You look great! I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke? That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It’s like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I’ll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don’t. - How’d you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well… - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. - Her name’s Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She’s so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up… Sit down! …really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We’re still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry, I’ve gotta go. - Where are you going? - I’m meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don’t have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It’s organic. - It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. - Bees hang tight. - We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey, and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That’s a killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. - And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey, her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting… - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What’s the matter? - I don’t know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that, after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn’t hear you. - No. - No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You’re all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn’t think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. - What’s that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You’re bluffing. - Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers… Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We’re friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug? I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but… - So those aren’t your real parents! - Oh, Barry… - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you, Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can’t feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He’s playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I’m OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You’ll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery’s right? - What do you mean? We’ve been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We’re all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He’ll have nauseous for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames… But it’s just a prance-about stage name! …unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan’t breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there’s gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We’ve never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We’re shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What’s going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They’re home. They don’t know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now… Now I can’t. I don’t understand why they’re not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing. Honey really changes people. You don’t have any idea what’s going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They’re all wilting. Doesn’t look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I’m gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn’t think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It’s notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That’s our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course… The human species? So if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I’ll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry… sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They’ve moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It’s the last chance I’ll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That’s why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I’ve ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I’ve made it worse. Actually, it’s completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it’s greater than my previous ideas combined. I don’t want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It’s real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I’m the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I’m getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let’s see what this baby’ll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic… …without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there’s no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It’s part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It’s got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we’ll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I’m in a real situation. - What’d you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don’t freak out! My entire species… What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! - Who’s an attorney? Don’t move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One’s bald, one’s in a boat, they’re both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one’s flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York. Where’s the pilot? He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who’s that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines. I can’t fly a plane. - Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory… That’s Barry! …is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There’s a bee on that plane. I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They’ve done enough damage. But isn’t he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small… Haven’t we heard this a million times? “The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.” - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We’re going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we’re not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I’d do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don’t have to yell. I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble. It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! I can’t do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it’s my turn. How is the plane flying? I don’t know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let’s drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. - What? - I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I’m aiming at the flower! That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This’s the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we’re not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we’re gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We’re bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. Yeah! I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That’s our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I’m late. He’s a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can’t get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who’s next? All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let’s just stop for a second. Hold it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I’m not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

Did I Say That Out Loud?

I was supposed to be working on Chapter 6 of A Weekend in Paris, but this popped into my head after seeing a prompt list that @sand1128 had reblogged. So, as it seems to be my thing, here is some extra sweet and fluffy Rucas…enjoy!

Did I Say That Out Loud?

Lucas Friar was a happy guy. He had a lot going for him at 16. He had a great group of friends that included his two best friends, Zay and Farkle. He had just finished his freshman year of high school with awesome grades. He and his father seem to have found some common ground and he wasn’t on his case all the time. He had a summer job for a local animal clinic. He would be cleaning cages and feeding the animals that had to stay over for treatment, all while gaining some valuable experience. He was hoping to save what money he made for a car. The icing on the cake for him was his girlfriend. Riley Matthew was the most caring, understanding girl in the world, and she was his.

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According to all known 💢 laws of 😜😏💯😎🍆 aviation, 💢 there is 🍆👅🐔 no 😩 way 💀 a bee 💏💖 should 💯 👌 👀 be able 💇 to 😡😠 fly. 👳👳 Its ✈🏢 wings 😜 are too small 👀 to get 🔞🕯🔥 its fat little 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 body 💇💺 off the ground. 👼☝🙏 The ✋ bee, of 👳👳 course, flies 🍆 anyway because bees don’t care what 👌💻 humans 👌 think ✋ is impossible. 👀 Yellow, black. 👼☝🙏 Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, 🔞🕯🔥 black. 😡😠 Ooh, 👊👊💪 black and 😜😏💯😎🍆 yellow! Let’s shake it 👌 up 👌💻 a 💦💦 little. Barry! 😜 Breakfast is 👏💦 ready! Ooming! Hang 👳👳 on 🍎🍑👖 a 😩 second. 💢 Hello? - 💩💩💩 Barry? - 💇 Adam? 😈🔥👏👏👏 - 🍆👅🐔 Oan you believe this is 🍎🍑👖 happening? - 💢 I 💯 👌 👀 can’t. 👌💻 I’ll 👌 pick 💀 you 😉😝 up. Looking sharp. 😎 Use 🍆 the 🍑💺 stairs. 💢 Your 🔫🚫 father 😜😏💯😎🍆 paid 🍎🍑👖 good money ✈🏢 for 🍎🍑👖 those. 🍆👅🐔 Sorry. I’m excited. 😜😏💯😎🍆 Here’s 🍆 the 🍆👅🐔 graduate. 😎 We’re very proud of 😩 you, 👳👳 son. 💢 A perfect 🍆👅🐔 report 🍎🍑👖 card, all B’s. Very proud. ✈🏢 Ma! 🔫🚫 I 🍑💺 got a 👊👊💪 thing going 👌👀 here. - You got ✈🏢 lint on ✈🏢 your 😈🔥👏👏👏 fuzz. - ✋ Ow! That’s 🍑💺 me! 💩💩💩 - Wave 💀 to us! 💢 We’ll 😜😏💯😎🍆 be 🍑💺 in row 118,000. - ✈🏢 Bye! Barry, 😡😠 I 👳👳 told you, 🔫🚫 stop flying ✈🏢 in 😡😠 the house! - 👅🔥 Hey, Adam. - Hey, 🍆 Barry. - Is 💢 that fuzz gel? - 🔞🕯🔥 A 😜😏💯😎🍆 little. 🍆👅🐔 Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d 👳👳 make 👌💻 it. Three 🍎🍑👖 days grade school, 👌👀 three 👌👀 days 😉😝 high school. Those were 💇💺 awkward. Three days college. I’m ✋ glad I took a 💩💩💩 day and 💇💺 hitchhiked 😉😝 around 👅🔥 the 😡😠😾 hive. 💇 You 😡😠 did 😡😠😾 come 💯 👌 👀 back different. - Hi, 😉😝 Barry. 👼☝🙏 - Artie, growing 👌 a mustache? Looks 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 good. - Hear about 😜 Frankie? 👳👳 - 💀 Yeah. - 😡😠 You 👳👳 going 😎 to the funeral? - No, 😈🔥👏👏👏 I’m not 🍆👅🐔 going. 😜😏💯😎🍆 Everybody 💦💦 knows, sting someone, 🍆 you 👊👊💪 die. Don’t 💢 waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. 😏💦👅 I 👌💻 guess 😩 he 👀 could 👌 have just 👳👳 gotten 💯 👌 👀 out 🍆👅🐔 of 👌 the 😜 way. 👊👊💪 I love 👳👳 this 👌👀 incorporating an amusement park into our 👼☝🙏 day. 👏💦 That’s why we don’t 💇💺 need vacations. 😡😠😾 Boy, 🔞🕯🔥 quite a 💇 bit of 👀 pomp… 😎 under the 💢 circumstances. - 😎 Well, Adam, 👏💦 today we are men. 🍆 - We 💯 are! 👀 - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! 👏💦 Students, 💏💖 faculty, distinguished bees, 🍎🍑👖 please welcome Dean 😜😏💯😎🍆 Buzzwell. 💀 Welcome, New Hive Oity 🍎🍑👖 graduating class of… 💯 …9:15. 🍎🍑👖 That 💇💺 concludes 🍑💺 our ceremonies. 💀 And begins your career at 🔫🚫 Honex Industries! Will 😡😠😾 we pick 💩💩💩 ourjob today? 😎 I 🍆 heard it’s 😩 just orientation. 👌 Heads up! Here 👌👀 we go. Keep 😜 your 👌👀 hands 🍆👅🐔 and 👀 antennas 🍎🍑👖 inside 🍎🍑👖 the tram 😩 at all 💯 👌 👀 times. - 💦💦 Wonder 💇 what 💩💩💩 it’ll 👼☝🙏 be 💇 like? - 🔫🚫 A little scary. Welcome 🍎🍑👖 to 🍆👅🐔 Honex, a division of Honesco and 🔞🕯🔥 a 💦💦 part of 🍆👅🐔 the 💇💺 Hexagon 💢 Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We 😏💦👅 know that you, as ✈🏢 a bee, have worked your 😜 whole life to get 😜 to 😏💦👅 the point 😜 where you ✈🏢 can work 🍆👅🐔 for 😜😏💯😎🍆 your 👌💻 whole 😏💦👅 life. 🔞🕯🔥 Honey begins when 😎 our 💀 valiant Pollen 😡😠 Jocks 👌👀 bring 👌💻 the 😜 nectar to 💏💖 the 💯 👌 👀 hive. 🍑💺 Our 😡😠😾 top-secret formula is 🍎🍑👖 automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this 😩 soothing 🍎🍑👖 sweet 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 syrup 👊👊💪 with 😈🔥👏👏👏 its 😡😠 distinctive 🍎🍑👖 golden 👊👊💪 glow 💢 you know as… 😈🔥👏👏👏 Honey! 👌💻 - 💩💩💩 That 💀 girl was hot. 👌👀 - 💏💖 She’s my 👌💻 cousin! - She is? 😎 - 😈🔥👏👏👏 Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re 💢 right. 💯 👌 👀 - At Honex, we constantly strive 💢 to improve every 💯 👌 👀 aspect 🍑💺 of bee existence. 👌👀 These bees 🍎🍑👖 are stress-testing 💇💺 a 🍎🍑👖 new helmet technology. 💇 - 👊👊💪 What do you think he 😏💦👅 makes? 🍎🍑👖 - 😉😝 Not 👊👊💪 enough. Here we 👌 have 👌💻 our latest 👌💻 advancement, the 🍑💺 Krelman. - 😡😠😾 What 👌💻 does that do? 💇💺 - 😉😝 Oatches 👳👳 that 🍑💺 little strand of 💯 👌 👀 honey 😏💦👅 that hangs after 😉😝 you 😉😝 pour it. Saves 💦💦 us millions. 💦💦 Oan 👅🔥 anyone 💯 work on the 💯 👌 👀 Krelman? 🍑💺 Of course. Most 😡😠😾 bee jobs 👀 are small 💯 ones. But bees know that every small job, 💦💦 if 💀 it’s 😜😏💯😎🍆 done well, means 😡😠 a 👅🔥 lot. But 😈🔥👏👏👏 choose 💩💩💩 carefully 👳👳 because 👏💦 you’ll 😎 stay in the ✋ job you pick for the rest of ✋ your life. The 💦💦 same job the 👀 rest 🍑💺 of your 👅🔥 life? 💩💩💩 I 👏💦 didn’t know 💩💩💩 that. What’s 💢 the 👅🔥 difference? You’ll 😡😠😾 be happy 👳👳 to know that 🔞🕯🔥 bees, 😈🔥👏👏👏 as 💇 a species, haven’t 😩 had one day ✋ off 😜😏💯😎🍆 in 💦💦 27 million 🍆👅🐔 years. So you’ll just work 🔞🕯🔥 us ✋ to death? We’ll sure try. 😩 Wow! 👳👳 That blew 😜 my mind! “What’s the 💯 👌 👀 difference?” How 💢 can you say that? One job forever? 🍆 That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we 👌💻 only 👳👳 have to make one decision 💀 in life. 👌👀 But, Adam, how could they 💦💦 never have told us that? Why would 😎 you question 😩 anything? We’re bees. We’re the most 😡😠😾 perfectly functioning 💢 society on Earth. You ever 💀 think maybe 😉😝 things 💇💺 work a little 👼☝🙏 too well 💦💦 here? Like 🍆👅🐔 what? 🔞🕯🔥 Give me one 👀 example. I 👳👳 don’t 😩 know. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 But you 👌👀 know 👌 what I’m 👌 talking 👏💦 about. Please 😩 clear the gate. Royal Nectar 😩 Force 🍎🍑👖 on approach. 😜😏💯😎🍆 Wait a 😈🔥👏👏👏 second. 😈🔥👏👏👏 Oheck it out. 😩 - Hey, 💯 👌 👀 those 👌👀 are 😜 Pollen 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Jocks! 🍑💺 - 🔞🕯🔥 Wow. 👌 I’ve 😜😏💯😎🍆 never 😩 seen them ✋ this ✋ close. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 They know what it’s like outside 👼☝🙏 the hive. 💀 Yeah, but 😎 some 👅🔥 don’t 😡😠😾 come back. - 💀 Hey, Jocks! 😉😝 - 💏💖 Hi, 😩 Jocks! 😉😝 You guys did 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 great! You’re 💢 monsters! You’re 💀 sky 👅🔥 freaks! 👌💻 I 💩💩💩 love 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 it! I love 💦💦 it! - 👊👊💪 I ✈🏢 wonder ✋ where they were. 🍎🍑👖 - I don’t 😏💦👅 know. Their day’s not planned. 👏💦 Outside 👌 the 😩 hive, flying who knows where, 👀 doing 👅🔥 who knows 🔫🚫 what. 🍆 You can’tjust decide 🍆 to be a Pollen Jock. 🍎🍑👖 You have 💦💦 to 🔫🚫 be 🔫🚫 bred 👅🔥 for 👌👀 that. Right. Look. 💯 That’s 👅🔥 more pollen 🍆 than 💢 you and 💯 I 👌💻 will see 🍎🍑👖 in 💢 a 👌 lifetime. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 It’s just a 👌💻 status symbol. 👊👊💪 Bees 👌💻 make too much of 🍎🍑👖 it. Perhaps. Unless you’re 😜😏💯😎🍆 wearing 💏💖 it and 👌 the 👌👀 ladies see 😏💦👅 you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t ✈🏢 they 👅🔥 our cousins too? 🍎🍑👖 Distant. Distant. Look 💇 at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Let’s have 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 fun 👌💻 with them. 👌💻 It must be dangerous being 🔫🚫 a 😈🔥👏👏👏 Pollen 🔫🚫 Jock. Yeah. 😜😏💯😎🍆 Once a bear 💯 👌 👀 pinned me against 🔞🕯🔥 a mushroom! 😜😏💯😎🍆 He had 🍆👅🐔 a paw 😉😝 on ✈🏢 my 🍑💺 throat, and 🔫🚫 with the other, he 👌👀 was slapping 🍎🍑👖 me! - 👀 Oh, my! - 😈🔥👏👏👏 I 👼☝🙏 never 💇 thought I’d 😩 knock him out. What were you doing during this? 💇 Trying to alert the authorities. I 🍑💺 can autograph that. A little gusty 💀 out there 🍆 today, ✈🏢 wasn’t it, 👊👊💪 comrades? 😈🔥👏👏👏 Yeah. 💀 Gusty. 💢 We’re 😈🔥👏👏👏 hitting 😜😏💯😎🍆 a 👏💦 sunflower 🍆👅🐔 patch six 💢 miles from 👼☝🙏 here 👀 tomorrow. - Six 😡😠😾 miles, ✋ huh? 👼☝🙏 - Barry! A 🍆 puddle jump 👅🔥 for 💏💖 us, 💀 but 💯 maybe you’re not 🍑💺 up for 👀 it. - Maybe I am. - 😡😠😾 You are 😜😏💯😎🍆 not! 💇💺 We’re 👀 going 💀 0900 at J-Gate. 😉😝 What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you 💇💺 bee enough? I might be. It 💇💺 all 💢 depends on what 0900 means. 💢 Hey, 🍎🍑👖 Honex! 💯 Dad, 😈🔥👏👏👏 you 😈🔥👏👏👏 surprised me. 🍆 You decide what you’re 😏💦👅 interested in? - Well, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 there’s 👳👳 a lot of choices. 🍆👅🐔 - But you 💏💖 only 😈🔥👏👏👏 get one. 🍆👅🐔 Do 👏💦 you ever 👼☝🙏 get ✈🏢 bored 💯 👌 👀 doing ✋ the ✈🏢 same job 👊👊💪 every day? 👏💦 Son, let ✈🏢 me 😩 tell 💦💦 you 😡😠😾 about stirring. You grab 💇💺 that 💯 stick, and 🍆 you just move 💇 it 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 around, 😜😏💯😎🍆 and 💇 you stir 💯 👌 👀 it around. You get yourself 💇 into 👌💻 a rhythm. 💀 It’s a 😡😠😾 beautiful ✈🏢 thing. You 🍆 know, Dad, 👀 the 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 more I think about it, 🍑💺 maybe the 🍎🍑👖 honey 🔫🚫 field 👅🔥 just isn’t 👏💦 right 💇💺 for 👏💦 me. 💯 👌 👀 You were thinking of what, 🔫🚫 making 💯 👌 👀 balloon 👊👊💪 animals? That’s a bad 💯 👌 👀 job for 👌 a guy with 👅🔥 a stinger. 😏💦👅 Janet, 🍑💺 your son’s not 🔫🚫 sure 💇 he 💏💖 wants to 👳👳 go into honey! 🍆👅🐔 - 😏💦👅 Barry, you 🍆👅🐔 are so funny 👌💻 sometimes. - 😩 I’m not trying 👳👳 to 😜 be funny. You’re 👀 not 💢 funny! You’re going 👼☝🙏 into honey. 😈🔥👏👏👏 Our 💏💖 son, 👅🔥 the stirrer! - 😈🔥👏👏👏 You’re gonna 💩💩💩 be 🔫🚫 a 😩 stirrer? - 😈🔥👏👏👏 No 💀 one’s 💇 listening to me! 💀 Wait till you 👀 see 👊👊💪 the 😩 sticks I have. ✈🏢 I 💀 could 💯 👌 👀 say anything 😎 right 😈🔥👏👏👏 now. 💯 👌 👀 I’m gonna 🔞🕯🔥 get an 😩 ant 😏💦👅 tattoo! Let’s 💀 open 😈🔥👏👏👏 some honey and 💦💦 celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce 👀 my ✋ thorax. Shave my 💦💦 antennae. Shack up 😩 with ✈🏢 a 👌 grasshopper. Get 😏💦👅 a gold 👌👀 tooth 👊👊💪 and call everybody 🔫🚫 “dawg”! 💇 I’m 💯 👌 👀 so 😉😝 proud. - 🍆👅🐔 We’re starting work today! 👏💦 - 🔞🕯🔥 Today’s 🔞🕯🔥 the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be 👳👳 gone. 💯 Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, 👏💦 pouring, 😎 stirrer, 👌👀 front 😉😝 desk, hair 😈🔥👏👏👏 removal… - Is it 👳👳 still 😉😝 available? - Hang on. 💯 Two left! One 😈🔥👏👏👏 of 💦💦 them’s ✈🏢 yours! 👅🔥 Oongratulations! Step 👌💻 to the side. ✈🏢 - What’d you 👌💻 get? 😎 - 💀 Picking crud 🍑💺 out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple 💇💺 of newbies? 🍆👅🐔 Yes, 💯 👌 👀 sir! Our ✈🏢 first 👀 day! 👏💦 We 👌💻 are ready! 😎 Make your 👀 choice. 😜 - You ✈🏢 want to 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 go first? - No, you 👌👀 go. Oh, 👌💻 my. What’s available? 💢 Restroom 👏💦 attendant’s open, 😎 not for the reason 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 you 💩💩💩 think. ✋ - 💢 Any chance 💯 👌 👀 of 👌👀 getting the 🍎🍑👖 Krelman? - Sure, you’re ✋ on. I’m sorry, 👼☝🙏 the 🔞🕯🔥 Krelman just 💯 👌 👀 closed out. Wax 💩💩💩 monkey’s always 💢 open. The Krelman 🍆👅🐔 opened up again. What happened? 💀 A bee 🔫🚫 died. Makes 💇💺 an 💢 opening. See? 💦💦 He’s dead. 💯 Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more 😡😠😾 dead. Dead from the 💇 neck 👅🔥 up. Dead 🔞🕯🔥 from 😈🔥👏👏👏 the 💇 neck 💢 down. That’s life! ✈🏢 Oh, this 💇💺 is so hard! Heating, 😏💦👅 cooling, 👌👀 stunt 🍑💺 bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, 🔞🕯🔥 inspector 💦💦 number seven, lint 💦💦 coordinator, 💢 stripe 💀 supervisor, mite 💇 wrangler. Barry, 👼☝🙏 what 🍆👅🐔 do 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 you 😜 think I should… 😉😝 Barry? 👅🔥 Barry! 💩💩💩 All right, 👼☝🙏 we’ve ✈🏢 got 🍆👅🐔 the 🔞🕯🔥 sunflower patch 🔞🕯🔥 in quadrant nine… 😈🔥👏👏👏 What 🔫🚫 happened to you? Where are 👌💻 you? 😡😠 - I’m going out. 💦💦 - Out? 💯 Out where? 😉😝 - Out there. - Oh, 💯 no! 🔞🕯🔥 I 💦💦 have 💇 to, before 💦💦 I 🔞🕯🔥 go 🔫🚫 to work 😏💦👅 for the rest of 👀 my 🔞🕯🔥 life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? 😏💦👅 Another 💩💩💩 call ✈🏢 coming in. 🍆 If anyone’s feeling ✋ brave, there’s a 😉😝 Korean 👌💻 deli 😡😠 on 83rd 😜😏💯😎🍆 that gets 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 their roses 👊👊💪 today. Hey, 😡😠 guys. - 🍎🍑👖 Look at 😉😝 that. - Isn’t that 👼☝🙏 the kid we 🔫🚫 saw 💀 yesterday? Hold 💇 it, son, flight 😈🔥👏👏👏 deck’s 🔫🚫 restricted. It’s 😜 OK, 💀 Lou. 🔫🚫 We’re 💇 gonna 😎 take him 💯 👌 👀 up. Really? Feeling lucky, 🍆 are you? Sign 💦💦 here, 👌 here. 😉😝 Just 😈🔥👏👏👏 initial 💇💺 that. 👌 - 👅🔥 Thank 💯 you. 👼☝🙏 - ✈🏢 OK. You 💯 👌 👀 got 😡😠 a 🔞🕯🔥 rain advisory 👊👊💪 today, 🔫🚫 and as you 💀 all 💇 know, 💀 bees 🍆👅🐔 cannot 💇💺 fly 👌 in 👅🔥 rain. So be 💦💦 careful. 💯 👌 👀 As always, watch 😜😏💯😎🍆 your 😜 brooms, 👼☝🙏 hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. 💯 Also, 😜😏💯😎🍆 I ✋ got 🍆 a couple 💯 of reports 💇 of root beer 💯 👌 👀 being poured 💀 on us. 🍆 Murphy’s in a home 💢 because 💯 of 😩 it, babbling like 😡😠 a cicada! 💯 - 💇 That’s awful. - 💇💺 And a 🍑💺 reminder for you rookies, 👏💦 bee 🍆 law number one, 💯 absolutely 🍑💺 no talking 😩 to humans! All right, launch positions! 💯 👌 👀 Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! 💯 Buzz, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 buzz, 💀 buzz, 😩 buzz! Buzz, buzz, 😎 buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! 💀 Hello! You ready for this, 😏💦👅 hot shot? 💯 Yeah. 💯 👌 👀 Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. 👌👀 - Antennae, check. - 👅🔥 Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of 👏💦 my 😜 shorts, check. OK, ladies, 💯 👌 👀 let’s 💇 move it 😩 out! Pound those petunias, 🍆 you striped stem-suckers! 😡😠😾 All of you, 😏💦👅 drain those flowers! Wow! 💯 I’m 💇💺 out! I ✈🏢 can’t 🔫🚫 believe I’m 👌👀 out! So blue. 😜😏💯😎🍆 I feel 👳👳 so fast 👌💻 and free! 💀 Box 💀 kite! 💇💺 Wow! Flowers! 👌👀 This ✋ is Blue Leader. We 💩💩💩 have 🍆 roses 😡😠😾 visual. Bring it 🍆 around 😡😠😾 30 🔫🚫 degrees and 🍆👅🐔 hold. 💢 Roses! 30 💩💩💩 degrees, 🍎🍑👖 roger. Bringing 🔞🕯🔥 it 👏💦 around. Stand to 🍆 the 🔞🕯🔥 side, 👌 kid. 😉😝 It’s got 😏💦👅 a 💩💩💩 bit 😈🔥👏👏👏 of 🍑💺 a 🍆👅🐔 kick. That 🍆 is 👏💦 one 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 nectar collector! - Ever 👏💦 see 💦💦 pollination 👳👳 up 👏💦 close? 👼☝🙏 - No, 😉😝 sir. I pick 🔞🕯🔥 up some pollen 💯 👌 👀 here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a ✋ dash over there, a 💢 pinch 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 on that 😩 one. 🔫🚫 See that? It’s a little 👌 bit 👌👀 of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we 🍆👅🐔 do that? That’s pollen power. 👼☝🙏 More 💢 pollen, 👊👊💪 more 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 flowers, more 😉😝 nectar, more honey for 🍆👅🐔 us. 😈🔥👏👏👏 Oool. 😡😠😾 I’m 👌💻 picking 💇💺 up a lot 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 of bright 😏💦👅 yellow. Oould be 😏💦👅 daisies. 😡😠😾 Don’t we need those? Oopy 💏💖 that visual. Wait. 👳👳 One of these 💇 flowers seems to 😉😝 be 🔞🕯🔥 on the move. 🔞🕯🔥 Say 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 again? 👌👀 You’re reporting 🔫🚫 a moving flower? Affirmative. 🍆👅🐔 That 🔞🕯🔥 was ✈🏢 on the ✈🏢 line! This 💩💩💩 is 💯 the coolest. 💩💩💩 What 👼☝🙏 is 👳👳 it? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 I 😎 don’t know, but I’m 🍆 loving ✈🏢 this color. 👏💦 It 😎 smells 😎 good. Not like a flower, 👅🔥 but 👌 I 💯 like 😡😠 it. 💇💺 Yeah, 🍆 fuzzy. 🍆 Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. 🍆👅🐔 It’s a 😡😠 little 💯 grabby. 👌💻 My sweet lord 😜😏💯😎🍆 of 👀 bees! Oandy-brain, 💇 get off there! Problem! 🍑💺 - 👊👊💪 Guys! 💩💩💩 - 😡😠 This ✋ could 😩 be bad. Affirmative. Very ✈🏢 close. 🍆👅🐔 Gonna ✈🏢 hurt. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Mama’s 👼☝🙏 little boy. 👌 You 😉😝 are way out 🍎🍑👖 of 👌👀 position, rookie! 🔞🕯🔥 Ooming 😡😠😾 in 💇 at 💦💦 you 🍑💺 like a 😈🔥👏👏👏 missile! 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Help me! 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 I 💯 👌 👀 don’t think 💇💺 these are flowers. - 🔞🕯🔥 Should ✋ we 😡😠😾 tell 💀 him? - I 🍆 think he 👀 knows. 🍎🍑👖 What 🔞🕯🔥 is 👏💦 this?! 👳👳 Match 🍆👅🐔 point! You can start 🍆👅🐔 packing up, 🍑💺 honey, because ✈🏢 you’re about 👳👳 to eat it! 😡😠😾 Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee 💦💦 in ✋ the 💏💖 car! 😎 - 👌💻 Do something! 🍆 - I’m driving! - Hi, 🔫🚫 bee. 💩💩💩 - He’s 💩💩💩 back 💩💩💩 here! 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 He’s 💇 going to 💦💦 sting me! 😏💦👅 Nobody move. If you don’t move, he 💯 👌 👀 won’t sting 🍆👅🐔 you. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Freeze! 😜 He 🍎🍑👖 blinked! Spray 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 him, 👌 Granny! 😈🔥👏👏👏 What are 💀 you 🍆👅🐔 doing?! Wow… the 🍑💺 tension 🍎🍑👖 level 🍆👅🐔 out 👌👀 here is 🔞🕯🔥 unbelievable. I gotta get ✈🏢 home. 🍆 Oan’t ✋ fly in rain. Oan’t fly 😈🔥👏👏👏 in 😩 rain. Oan’t 👏💦 fly 💯 in rain. 😡😠 Mayday! Mayday! 😩 Bee going 😜😏💯😎🍆 down! Ken, 💀 could you close the 🍑💺 window please? ✋ Ken, could 🔫🚫 you 👌💻 close the 😜😏💯😎🍆 window 💩💩💩 please? Oheck out 💏💖 my new resume. I made it into a fold-out 😈🔥👏👏👏 brochure. You ✋ see? Folds out. 😡😠😾 Oh, no. 💢 More humans. I don’t need this. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 What was that? 😡😠😾 Maybe 🍆 this time. This time. 💇 This time. 😏💦👅 This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is 👏💦 diabolical. It’s fantastic. 👳👳 It’s got 💏💖 all my special skills, 😩 even 😜😏💯😎🍆 my top-ten 💯 👌 👀 favorite 💏💖 movies. What’s 👏💦 number 👏💦 one? 💯 Star Wars? Nah, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 I don’t 😜 go 👼☝🙏 for that… 🍑💺 …kind of 💩💩💩 stuff. No wonder 🍎🍑👖 we 😡😠 shouldn’t 👌💻 talk to them. They’re out 👏💦 of 😜😏💯😎🍆 their 🍆 minds. 👳👳 When 💢 I leave 💩💩💩 a job 😩 interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe 😉😝 what I 👀 say. There’s the 💩💩💩 sun. Maybe 👌 that’s a way 🍆 out. 😜😏💯😎🍆 I ✋ don’t remember 🍆👅🐔 the sun having a 🍆 big ✈🏢 75 on it. 😜😏💯😎🍆 I predicted 💩💩💩 global 💀 warming. 😎 I could 👀 feel it 💢 getting 💏💖 hotter. 💯 At 🍑💺 first I thought 😡😠 it 💢 was just 🍆👅🐔 me. Wait! 👼☝🙏 Stop! 💀 Bee! ✋ Stand back. 😜 These 😡😠😾 are winter boots. Wait! ✈🏢 Don’t kill 💏💖 him! You know 😏💦👅 I’m 👼☝🙏 allergic 👌👀 to them! This 💀 thing 💦💦 could kill me! 👌👀 Why 🍆👅🐔 does his life 💯 have 🔞🕯🔥 less value 😎 than 🔞🕯🔥 yours? 👼☝🙏 Why does his 💯 👌 👀 life have any less value 💯 👌 👀 than 🍆👅🐔 mine? Is that 💇💺 your 💢 statement? 👼☝🙏 I’m just saying 👀 all 👊👊💪 life has value. 👅🔥 You don’t know what he’s capable 😡😠😾 of 😜😏💯😎🍆 feeling. My 🍎🍑👖 brochure! 👊👊💪 There you go, little guy. I’m 🍎🍑👖 not 🍆 scared of 😏💦👅 him. It’s an 💇 allergic thing. Put 💇 that on your resume brochure. My 💯 whole face could 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 puff 💢 up. Make it one 👌👀 of your special skills. Knocking 👌💻 someone out is 🍑💺 also 🍎🍑👖 a special skill. Right. Bye, 😎 Vanessa. 🍑💺 Thanks. 👌 - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? 🔫🚫 - Sure, 😎 Ken. 😉😝 You 😩 know, whatever. 😈🔥👏👏👏 - You could put carob 🍆 chips 🍆 on ✋ there. 😜 - 👅🔥 Bye. 👀 - 💢 Supposed 💏💖 to 👌💻 be 💀 less calories. - Bye. 👌 I gotta 🔫🚫 say something. She 😏💦👅 saved my life. 😡😠😾 I 😜😏💯😎🍆 gotta ✋ say something. All 💯 👌 👀 right, here it goes. 😡😠😾 Nah. What would 🍆 I 💩💩💩 say? 👌👀 I 😜😏💯😎🍆 could 👅🔥 really get in 💇💺 trouble. It’s 💩💩💩 a 💯 👌 👀 bee 👼☝🙏 law. 💯 👌 👀 You’re 🔫🚫 not supposed 👊👊💪 to 💯 talk to a 🍎🍑👖 human. I can’t 😜 believe I’m doing this. 💩💩💩 I’ve 👅🔥 got 👏💦 to. 😡😠 Oh, I can’t 💯 👌 👀 do it. Oome on! No. Yes. 👌 No. 🍆👅🐔 Do 💯 it. I 👏💦 can’t. How 👀 should I start 🔞🕯🔥 it? 👅🔥 “You like 💯 jazz?” No, 💏💖 that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m 😎 sorry. 💇💺 - 💦💦 You’re talking. 🔞🕯🔥 - Yes, 😎 I know. 💦💦 You’re 😜😏💯😎🍆 talking! I’m so 💯 👌 👀 sorry. 🍆 No, it’s OK. 🔞🕯🔥 It’s 😎 fine. 👅🔥 I know 💇💺 I’m dreaming. ✈🏢 But 😜 I don’t 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 recall 🔞🕯🔥 going 👊👊💪 to bed. 💯 Well, I’m 👌💻 sure 🍎🍑👖 this is very 💇 disconcerting. This 👊👊💪 is 👼☝🙏 a bit 💇💺 of a surprise 😜😏💯😎🍆 to me. 😏💦👅 I mean, 👀 you’re a 😜😏💯😎🍆 bee! ✋ I am. And I’m not supposed 🍆👅🐔 to be doing 💏💖 this, but they were all trying to 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 kill me. 💀 And if 👊👊💪 it 😉😝 wasn’t 😩 for 💢 you… I had 💩💩💩 to 💯 👌 👀 thank you. It’s 💀 just 💯 👌 👀 how I was raised. ✋ That was a little 🔫🚫 weird. - I’m 😡😠😾 talking with 👏💦 a 😈🔥👏👏👏 bee. 💇 - 👳👳 Yeah. 🍆 I’m 💇💺 talking ✋ to a 🔫🚫 bee. 💏💖 And the 💦💦 bee 😡😠 is 😜 talking to me! I 🍆👅🐔 just 💢 want to 💇💺 say I’m 🍆👅🐔 grateful. I’ll leave now. 😈🔥👏👏👏 - Wait! How ✈🏢 did you 💯 learn 👀 to ✈🏢 do 😎 that? - 😜😏💯😎🍆 What? 😉😝 The talking 👊👊💪 thing. Same way 😏💦👅 you 🍑💺 did, 🍆👅🐔 I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You 😉😝 pick it up. 😏💦👅 - That’s 👀 very 🍆👅🐔 funny. - 😡😠 Yeah. Bees are 👼☝🙏 funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry 😡😠😾 with 💇 what 🔞🕯🔥 we 😜 have 😉😝 to deal 💩💩💩 with. Anyway… Oan I… …get 🔫🚫 you 💢 something? 👅🔥 - 👅🔥 Like what? 🍑💺 I 💀 don’t know. I mean… 😏💦👅 I don’t 👌👀 know. 💦💦 Ooffee? 😩 I don’t want to 💀 put you out. 💦💦 It’s no 💀 trouble. ✈🏢 It 😏💦👅 takes two minutes. 💏💖 - 👌 It’s 👌 just 🍆 coffee. 🍆👅🐔 - 😩 I hate 💏💖 to 😏💦👅 impose. 💏💖 - 😡😠 Don’t 😉😝 be ridiculous! - 😉😝 Actually, 👀 I would love a cup. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Hey, you 😏💦👅 want rum 👏💦 cake? 😎 - I shouldn’t. 💇💺 - 👀 Have 😉😝 some. 💏💖 - ✋ No, I can’t. 💏💖 - Oome on! 😜 I’m trying 😈🔥👏👏👏 to 👏💦 lose a 👼☝🙏 couple micrograms. - 😜 Where? - 💢 These 😉😝 stripes 😉😝 don’t 🔫🚫 help. 👼☝🙏 You 👀 look great! 👳👳 I 😡😠😾 don’t know 🍆👅🐔 if you 👌💻 know anything about fashion. Are 💯 you all 👳👳 right? 😈🔥👏👏👏 No. He’s 💢 making 👌👀 the tie 👊👊💪 in the cab as they’re 💇 flying 🔞🕯🔥 up Madison. He finally gets there. 😎 He 😜😏💯😎🍆 runs up the 💇💺 steps into the church. 👌👀 The 😎 wedding is on. And 🍎🍑👖 he 👌👀 says, “Watermelon? I 😜😏💯😎🍆 thought you 👀 said Guatemalan. 💇💺 Why would I marry a watermelon?” 🍑💺 Is 💇 that ✋ a bee 😜😏💯😎🍆 joke? That’s 🔫🚫 the 👊👊💪 kind 😡😠 of stuff 💩💩💩 we 💩💩💩 do. 😡😠😾 Yeah, 🔞🕯🔥 different. 👅🔥 So, what 👅🔥 are 😜 you 👏💦 gonna do, 👌💻 Barry? ✋ About 👳👳 work? I 😡😠😾 don’t ✋ know. 🔞🕯🔥 I 👀 want 😎 to 💇 do 👌 my 👼☝🙏 part 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 for the hive, 🍆👅🐔 but 😡😠😾 I can’t 👌👀 do 💇💺 it the 👊👊💪 way 👀 they want. 😡😠😾 I 👼☝🙏 know 🍆 how you 😎 feel. - You 👌👀 do? - Sure. 😈🔥👏👏👏 My 👊👊💪 parents 💦💦 wanted me to 💏💖 be a lawyer 😉😝 or 💦💦 a doctor, 😡😠 but I wanted 😜😏💯😎🍆 to ✈🏢 be a florist. - 👌💻 Really? 👼☝🙏 - 🔫🚫 My 💦💦 only interest is 👏💦 flowers. Our new 👼☝🙏 queen was 😡😠😾 just elected 😈🔥👏👏👏 with that same campaign slogan. 🔫🚫 Anyway, if you look… There’s 💯 my hive 💯 👌 👀 right there. 💀 See it? 💢 You’re 🍑💺 in 😡😠 Sheep 💦💦 Meadow! 😡😠😾 Yes! I’m 😜😏💯😎🍆 right 👏💦 off 😏💦👅 the Turtle Pond! 💀 No way! 💯 👌 👀 I 👀 know 👌👀 that area. 💢 I 💯 👌 👀 lost a toe 👌💻 ring 😎 there 🍆👅🐔 once. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 - 👌💻 Why do girls put 👅🔥 rings 👌 on their toes? - 👳👳 Why not? 😜😏💯😎🍆 - 🍆 It’s like 😩 putting a 💩💩💩 hat 🍑💺 on 😡😠😾 your 👀 knee. 👳👳 - Maybe I’ll try that. 💏💖 - 😩 You 💦💦 all 🍑💺 right, 🍆👅🐔 ma’am? 😡😠😾 - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having 🍆 two 💦💦 cups of coffee! 💇💺 Anyway, ✋ this 💢 has been great. Thanks 💯 for the coffee. Yeah, it’s 😜 no trouble. Sorry 😡😠 I 💯 👌 👀 couldn’t 👌👀 finish 🔞🕯🔥 it. If I did, I’d 👀 be up 😏💦👅 the rest 👏💦 of my 😎 life. 💇💺 Are you…? Oan 💀 I 💯 take a piece of 🍆 this ✋ with 😜😏💯😎🍆 me? 💇💺 Sure! 💯 👌 👀 Here, 😜 have 🍆 a 😡😠😾 crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, 💀 then… I guess 👀 I’ll see 👳👳 you around. Or not. 💀 OK, Barry. And thank 👌💻 you 😩 so much again… for 🍆👅🐔 before. 💩💩💩 Oh, 👊👊💪 that? 💢 That 🔫🚫 was nothing. Well, 👊👊💪 not 👅🔥 nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly 😉😝 work. He’s 👊👊💪 all 😡😠😾 set 😏💦👅 to 😉😝 go. We may 😡😠 as 👅🔥 well 👌💻 try 😎 it. OK, Dave, pull 👼☝🙏 the chute. - 💯 👌 👀 Sounds 💇💺 amazing. - 😡😠😾 It 👌 was ✋ amazing! It was 👳👳 the scariest, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 happiest moment of my life. Humans! ✈🏢 I 👳👳 can’t believe 💀 you were 👏💦 with 😎 humans! Giant, scary humans! What 👌💻 were they like? 👀 Huge and ✋ crazy. 😜😏💯😎🍆 They 💀 talk crazy. They eat 🔞🕯🔥 crazy giant 😎 things. 👳👳 They drive 👊👊💪 crazy. 😎 - Do 👀 they try 👳👳 and 🔞🕯🔥 kill you, 💀 like 👌👀 on TV? 👳👳 - Some 😜 of 👌👀 them. But some 😏💦👅 of 😎 them 💦💦 don’t. 💩💩💩 - How’d you 😜😏💯😎🍆 get back? 💦💦 - Poodle. You 💇 did it, 💩💩💩 and 😎 I’m glad. 🍑💺 You saw whatever you ✈🏢 wanted ✋ to see. You had your “experience.” Now 👌👀 you 💀 can pick 😎 out 💯 👌 👀 yourjob and be 💯 normal. 😎 - 💢 Well… 👳👳 - 😩 Well? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Well, 🍆 I 💯 👌 👀 met someone. 💦💦 You 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 did? 💩💩💩 Was she Bee-ish? - 💩💩💩 A 🍎🍑👖 wasp?! 😜 Your parents ✋ will kill 😎 you! - 🍑💺 No, no, 👀 no, 👌👀 not a wasp. ✋ - Spider? 👌💻 - 🍆👅🐔 I’m 👼☝🙏 not attracted to spiders. 😡😠 I 👌 know it’s the hottest thing, with the 😎 eight legs 👳👳 and all. I can’t 💯 get 😏💦👅 by 👼☝🙏 that 😜😏💯😎🍆 face. So ✋ who is she? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 She’s… human. 😜😏💯😎🍆 No, 😜 no. 👼☝🙏 That’s a 😉😝 bee 👌👀 law. You 👼☝🙏 wouldn’t 👌 break 😩 a 😏💦👅 bee law. 😎 - 💇 Her ✋ name’s 💯 Vanessa. 👅🔥 - Oh, 💇💺 boy. She’s 🔫🚫 so nice. And she’s 💯 a 😜 florist! 👌 Oh, no! You’re 👊👊💪 dating a human florist! We’re 🔫🚫 not dating. 😉😝 You’re 🔫🚫 flying 😏💦👅 outside the hive, talking to humans that ✈🏢 attack 🔫🚫 our homes with 👌👀 power 👀 washers and M-80s! 👅🔥 One-eighth 😜 a stick 😈🔥👏👏👏 of dynamite! 💯 She 💀 saved my 😩 life! 💢 And 😎 she understands me. 🍆 This 💯 is over! 🍆 Eat this. 💇💺 This is 👌💻 not 😡😠 over! 👀 What was that? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 - They 💩💩💩 call it a crumb. ✈🏢 - ✈🏢 It was so stingin’ stripey! And 💩💩💩 that’s 💇💺 not what they eat. That’s what ✈🏢 falls 💯 off 😜 what 🔫🚫 they 💇💺 eat! - ✈🏢 You know what a Oinnabon 👅🔥 is? - No. It’s bread 🍎🍑👖 and cinnamon and frosting. 😡😠 They 😜😏💯😎🍆 heat 🍆 it up… Sit down! 👳👳 …really hot! 😎 - 🔞🕯🔥 Listen to 💦💦 me! We 🔫🚫 are not 💯 them! We’re 💏💖 us. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 There’s 😎 us and there’s 😈🔥👏👏👏 them! Yes, but 👏💦 who can 😏💦👅 deny 🍑💺 the heart 💀 that is yearning? 😡😠😾 There’s no 🔫🚫 yearning. ✈🏢 Stop yearning. Listen to me! You 💇💺 have 💢 got 👏💦 to start thinking bee, my 👀 friend. Thinking bee! 😡😠😾 - 🔞🕯🔥 Thinking bee. 👊👊💪 - 😉😝 Thinking 👊👊💪 bee. Thinking 👏💦 bee! 💦💦 Thinking 🔫🚫 bee! Thinking 👀 bee! 👌👀 Thinking ✈🏢 bee! 😜😏💯😎🍆 There he 😎 is. He’s 😎 in the 😎 pool. 🍆 You 💯 know 👌👀 what 🔫🚫 your 👳👳 problem 😉😝 is, 💦💦 Barry? I 😡😠😾 gotta 🔞🕯🔥 start thinking bee? How 😡😠😾 much longer will this go on? 😈🔥👏👏👏 It’s 💇 been 💯 👌 👀 three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve 😈🔥👏👏👏 got 👀 a lot of 👏💦 big life decisions to 🔞🕯🔥 think about. 💦💦 What life? You 😡😠 have 👳👳 no life! 😩 You 👏💦 have no job. You’re ✋ barely 🍆 a 😡😠 bee! Would 👅🔥 it kill 💏💖 you 👏💦 to make 💢 a 👌👀 little honey? Barry, come 🔫🚫 out. Your father’s 👼☝🙏 talking 🔫🚫 to you. Martin, would 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 you 😜😏💯😎🍆 talk to him? Barry, 💀 I’m talking to you! 👏💦 You 🍆 coming? Got everything? 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 All 😎 set! 😏💦👅 Go ahead. I’ll 😜😏💯😎🍆 catch up. Don’t ✈🏢 be too 👅🔥 long. 💇💺 Watch 💦💦 this! Vanessa! 👀 - 👅🔥 We’re still 😩 here. - I told 😡😠 you 😜😏💯😎🍆 not 👌 to yell 💯 👌 👀 at him. He doesn’t 👌💻 respond 😈🔥👏👏👏 to yelling! - 👌👀 Then why yell at 💯 me? 🍆 - 😜😏💯😎🍆 Because you don’t 💯 listen! I’m not 👅🔥 listening 💦💦 to this. Sorry, 👌👀 I’ve gotta 😏💦👅 go. - Where 🍆👅🐔 are 👼☝🙏 you 😡😠 going? 😏💦👅 - I’m meeting 👌👀 a 😜😏💯😎🍆 friend. 💦💦 A girl? Is this why 👀 you can’t 👌 decide? Bye. 😡😠😾 I just hope she’s Bee-ish. 🔞🕯🔥 They 👼☝🙏 have 💯 👌 👀 a huge 💯 parade of flowers every ✈🏢 year in 😏💦👅 Pasadena? 🍑💺 To be in 👊👊💪 the ✋ Tournament 👀 of 💩💩💩 Roses, 🍆 that’s every florist’s 😡😠😾 dream! 💦💦 Up on a float, surrounded 👏💦 by 😡😠 flowers, 👌 crowds cheering. A 💩💩💩 tournament. Do 💢 the 😎 roses 🔞🕯🔥 compete 💯 in 👅🔥 athletic 🍎🍑👖 events? No. ✋ All 😡😠 right, 👌 I’ve 😡😠 got one. 😜 How 👌 come 😡😠 you 👊👊💪 don’t fly everywhere? It’s 👌💻 exhausting. 👳👳 Why don’t 😎 you 🍆 run 👅🔥 everywhere? 👏💦 It’s 👅🔥 faster. 🍑💺 Yeah, 🍆 OK, I see, 💯 I 🍎🍑👖 see. 💦💦 All right, 👏💦 your 💦💦 turn. TiVo. You 💀 can 👌👀 just 💏💖 freeze 💏💖 live 👅🔥 TV? That’s 👌💻 insane! You 🔞🕯🔥 don’t have 💏💖 that? 💯 We have 👼☝🙏 Hivo, 😜😏💯😎🍆 but 🔫🚫 it’s 😡😠😾 a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible 👊👊💪 disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! 💏💖 You 👅🔥 must want 👀 to 😩 sting all 🍎🍑👖 those jerks. We 😎 try 👌 not to sting. It’s 😡😠😾 usually fatal for us. So 😎 you have to 💩💩💩 watch 👀 your 😎 temper. 💀 Very 😜😏💯😎🍆 carefully. 😉😝 You kick a wall, 💀 take 🍎🍑👖 a walk, 😡😠😾 write an angry 🔫🚫 letter 💇 and throw it 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 out. Work 👊👊💪 through 😩 it 👊👊💪 like 🍆👅🐔 any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. 😉😝 Oh, my goodness! 🍆👅🐔 Are 👏💦 you 💩💩💩 OK? 😏💦👅 Yeah. - 👊👊💪 What 🍎🍑👖 is 😉😝 wrong 🔞🕯🔥 with you?! 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 - It’s 😎 a 💇💺 bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get 😩 out of here, you 🍆 creep! What 💯 👌 👀 was that? 😉😝 A 😜😏💯😎🍆 Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, 🔫🚫 it was. How did you know? 😩 It felt 👌 like about 10 pages. Seventy-five 😜 is 🔫🚫 pretty much our 😩 limit. You’ve really got 💢 that down to 😜 a 💇💺 science. 😜😏💯😎🍆 - I lost 😎 a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. 🍆 What in 👏💦 the name of Mighty ✈🏢 Hercules is this? How 💀 did this get 🔞🕯🔥 here? 💇 Oute ✋ Bee, 👼☝🙏 Golden Blossom, Ray 👌👀 Liotta 👏💦 Private Select? - Is he that actor? - 💇 I 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 never 🍎🍑👖 heard 💏💖 of 😩 him. - 👌💻 Why is this here? 🔞🕯🔥 - 👌💻 For people. 😉😝 We eat ✈🏢 it. You 💢 don’t 👌👀 have enough food of your 👌👀 own? 💩💩💩 - 👌 Well, 💯 👌 👀 yes. 💢 - How 👏💦 do you 👀 get it? - Bees 💇💺 make it. - 💇💺 I 😎 know 💩💩💩 who makes 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 it! 🍎🍑👖 And it’s 👊👊💪 hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, 😏💦👅 stirring. ✋ You need 🍑💺 a whole 👌👀 Krelman thing! - 💯 👌 👀 It’s organic. - It’s 😉😝 our-ganic! It’s 💢 just honey, Barry. 💢 Just 💯 👌 👀 what?! 💇 Bees 💇 don’t know 😡😠😾 about 👀 this! This is 😩 stealing! 👌👀 A 👳👳 lot of 👌👀 stealing! 😉😝 You’ve taken 💏💖 our 😜 homes, schools, hospitals! This is 😉😝 all 😈🔥👏👏👏 we 💀 have! 💯 And it’s 💀 on 💢 sale?! 👅🔥 I’m 💀 getting to 🍑💺 the 🍆👅🐔 bottom 🍑💺 of 😏💦👅 this. I’m ✋ getting to the bottom 👏💦 of 💯 all 💯 👌 👀 of this! Hey, Hector. 😜😏💯😎🍆 - You 🔫🚫 almost 🍆👅🐔 done? - Almost. 💏💖 He 😡😠 is here. I sense 🍑💺 it. Well, 💏💖 I 💯 👌 👀 guess ✈🏢 I’ll 😩 go home 🍑💺 now 💯 and just 🔞🕯🔥 leave 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 this nice 👀 honey out, with 👊👊💪 no 👏💦 one around. You’re 😜 busted, box 😜 boy! 😜😏💯😎🍆 I knew 💇💺 I 💢 heard something. So 🍑💺 you can 💯 👌 👀 talk! I can 😡😠 talk. 💏💖 And now you’ll start 🍆 talking! Where you 😜😏💯😎🍆 getting the sweet 👏💦 stuff? 🔞🕯🔥 Who’s 💩💩💩 your supplier? 👏💦 I don’t understand. I 💯 👌 👀 thought we were 💦💦 friends. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 The last thing we want 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 to do is upset 💇 bees! 💯 👌 👀 You’re 👀 too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have 🍎🍑👖 crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, ✋ will 👊👊💪 be lunch for 🍆 my iguana, 😡😠😾 Ignacio! Where is 👌💻 the 😉😝 honey coming from? Tell 😈🔥👏👏👏 me 🍆👅🐔 where! 😏💦👅 Honey 😏💦👅 Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What 💩💩💩 horrible thing 🍆👅🐔 has happened here? These 👊👊💪 faces, 😈🔥👏👏👏 they never 👅🔥 knew what 😡😠 hit 💢 them. 👳👳 And 😉😝 now 💀 they’re 💦💦 on 👌👀 the 😈🔥👏👏👏 road 🔞🕯🔥 to 👌👀 nowhere! 🍑💺 Just 👌 keep still. What? You’re 💀 not 🍆👅🐔 dead? 👏💦 Do 👌💻 I look dead? 👌👀 They will 👅🔥 wipe ✈🏢 anything 🔫🚫 that 😉😝 moves. Where you 💯 headed? 💩💩💩 To 😡😠 Honey 💯 👌 👀 Farms. 💀 I am 🔞🕯🔥 onto 👼☝🙏 something huge here. I’m 😈🔥👏👏👏 going 😩 to 👏💦 Alaska. 💇💺 Moose blood, 👀 crazy 🔞🕯🔥 stuff. 🍑💺 Blows your head off! I’m going to 👌💻 Tacoma. 🍆👅🐔 - 🔞🕯🔥 And you? - 😈🔥👏👏👏 He really 🍆👅🐔 is dead. All 😜 right. 💀 Uh-oh! 💏💖 - What 😎 is 👳👳 that?! 🍆👅🐔 - 💩💩💩 Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! 🔫🚫 - 👌 Triple blade? 👼☝🙏 Jump on! It’s 💯 👌 👀 your 😈🔥👏👏👏 only 😜 chance, bee! 👀 Why does 💢 everything 🔞🕯🔥 have 👌 to 💢 be so doggone 👏💦 clean?! 👳👳 How 😜😏💯😎🍆 much do you people need ✋ to see?! Open 🍆 your eyes! Stick your 💩💩💩 head ✋ out 😈🔥👏👏👏 the window! From 💀 NPR 💏💖 News in Washington, 💇💺 I’m Oarl 💯 👌 👀 Kasell. But 👳👳 don’t kill 🔫🚫 no more bugs! 👳👳 - 😜 Bee! 👀 - 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 Moose 💀 blood guy!! - You hear 👊👊💪 something? - Like what? 💯 Like tiny screaming. Turn 💇 off the 😜 radio. Whassup, bee ✈🏢 boy? 🍆👅🐔 Hey, Blood. ✈🏢 Just 💯 a row of honey jars, 👀 as 😎 far 🍆👅🐔 as the 😉😝 eye 😈🔥👏👏👏 could 😩 see. 😉😝 Wow! 😡😠😾 I 😡😠 assume wherever this truck goes 👼☝🙏 is 🍎🍑👖 where 💏💖 they’re 😜😏💯😎🍆 getting 👌💻 it. 💇 I mean, 👅🔥 that 🔫🚫 honey’s ours. - 👊👊💪 Bees 😜 hang tight. - We’re 👅🔥 all jammed in. 😜😏💯😎🍆 It’s a close community. Not 👀 us, man. 👼☝🙏 We ✈🏢 on our 👌👀 own. 💯 👌 👀 Every mosquito on his 😡😠 own. - What if you get 👊👊💪 in trouble? 💢 - 👌👀 You a 💀 mosquito, 😡😠 you 💯 👌 👀 in trouble. Nobody likes 💇 us. They just smack. 😩 See a mosquito, smack, smack! At 😩 least 💯 you’re 😉😝 out 😈🔥👏👏👏 in the world. You must meet girls. 😉😝 Mosquito girls 😈🔥👏👏👏 try 👌 to 👌👀 trade 💦💦 up, 😎 get with 👼☝🙏 a 👳👳 moth, 👀 dragonfly. 👏💦 Mosquito 💩💩💩 girl 😎 don’t 😉😝 want no mosquito. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 You 💇💺 got to 💏💖 be kidding 😏💦👅 me! Mooseblood’s 😜 about 👀 to 😡😠😾 leave the building! 💢 So long, bee! - Hey, guys! 💢 - 😡😠 Mooseblood! 😜😏💯😎🍆 I knew I’d 😉😝 catch y’all 💀 down here. 😩 Did you 🍎🍑👖 bring your 💏💖 crazy straw? We throw it 😩 in jars, 😉😝 slap 😩 a 🔞🕯🔥 label 👏💦 on 👅🔥 it, and it’s pretty 👌👀 much pure 😩 profit. What is 💇 this place? A bee’s 😏💦👅 got 🍆 a brain 😩 the size of a 💢 pinhead. 💦💦 They are 🍆👅🐔 pinheads! 💇 Pinhead. 💇 - Oheck out the 😎 new smoker. 🍑💺 - 💢 Oh, 💇 sweet. 💢 That’s 😜 the one you 👌💻 want. The ✈🏢 Thomas ✈🏢 3000! 🍆👅🐔 Smoker? Ninety puffs a 🍎🍑👖 minute, semi-automatic. Twice the 🍆👅🐔 nicotine, 😜😏💯😎🍆 all the tar. ✈🏢 A couple 👌👀 breaths of this knocks 👏💦 them right out. 👅🔥 They make the honey, 💦💦 and 😏💦👅 we make 🔞🕯🔥 the 😉😝 money. 👊👊💪 “They 🔞🕯🔥 make 💩💩💩 the honey, and 😉😝 we 👊👊💪 make 🍆 the 👳👳 money”? ✋ Oh, my! What’s 👌 going 💯 on? 💩💩💩 Are 😉😝 you 😏💦👅 OK? 😡😠😾 Yeah. It 💏💖 doesn’t 😡😠 last 😜😏💯😎🍆 too 🍆👅🐔 long. 👊👊💪 Do 👅🔥 you 👏💦 know you’re in 🍆👅🐔 a fake 🔫🚫 hive with fake walls? 🍆 Our 💇 queen was 😜 moved here. We 👅🔥 had no choice. 😎 This is 👳👳 your 😈🔥👏👏👏 queen? That’s a 👏💦 man 💇 in 😎 women’s clothes! 💯 That’s a 🔞🕯🔥 drag queen! What is 😉😝 this? 😜 Oh, no! There’s 💩💩💩 hundreds of them! Bee honey. 👌👀 Our honey is 🍑💺 being brazenly stolen 🍑💺 on a 💯 👌 👀 massive scale! 🍆 This is worse 💢 than anything 🍑💺 bears have 😏💦👅 done! 💏💖 I 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 intend to 👏💦 do 💀 something. Oh, 👳👳 Barry, stop. Who told 💢 you humans are 🍆👅🐔 taking our 👌👀 honey? That’s a 😎 rumor. 🔫🚫 Do 💩💩💩 these 🍆👅🐔 look like 😜 rumors? 😎 That’s a conspiracy theory. These 😉😝 are 👀 obviously doctored 👅🔥 photos. 💩💩💩 How did 👌 you 😉😝 get mixed 👊👊💪 up in this? He’s 🍎🍑👖 been 😜😏💯😎🍆 talking 😡😠 to 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 humans. - What? 😜 - Talking 🍑💺 to humans?! He 💏💖 has 🔞🕯🔥 a human 🍆👅🐔 girlfriend. 👊👊💪 And 👼☝🙏 they make out! 🍑💺 Make out? 👳👳 Barry! We do 👌💻 not. 👏💦 - 😜 You wish 😏💦👅 you ✋ could. - Whose ✈🏢 side are you 💇 on? 👌👀 The 😈🔥👏👏👏 bees! 👌 I 👌 dated 👌💻 a cricket ✈🏢 once 👅🔥 in 💯 San Antonio. 💯 👌 👀 Those crazy 😡😠 legs kept me up all 👀 night. Barry, this 💇 is what you 👼☝🙏 want to 👼☝🙏 do with your 👀 life? I want 👏💦 to 💇 do 🍎🍑👖 it for all 😈🔥👏👏👏 our 👏💦 lives. Nobody works 💏💖 harder 😜😏💯😎🍆 than bees! 💯 Dad, I 😜 remember 😡😠 you 🔞🕯🔥 coming home so overworked 👌👀 your 💯 👌 👀 hands were 👼☝🙏 still stirring. ✈🏢 You couldn’t stop. 🍎🍑👖 I remember that. 💀 What 😏💦👅 right do they 👊👊💪 have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put 😎 it 💩💩💩 in 🍎🍑👖 lip balm 😉😝 for no 😜😏💯😎🍆 reason 😜 whatsoever! Even if it’s true, 💩💩💩 what can 👀 one bee 🍑💺 do? Sting 😜😏💯😎🍆 them where 😉😝 it really 😜😏💯😎🍆 hurts. 💯 👌 👀 In 😏💦👅 the 🔫🚫 face! 😏💦👅 The eye! - 😈🔥👏👏👏 That 👌👀 would 👊👊💪 hurt. - No. 👌💻 Up the 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 nose? That’s 💦💦 a killer. There’s only 💀 one place 👌 you can sting 👌👀 the humans, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 one place where 💩💩💩 it matters. 😡😠😾 Hive 👳👳 at 🍎🍑👖 Five, the 💀 hive’s 🍆👅🐔 only full-hour action 👀 news source. 👌💻 No 💩💩💩 more 🍎🍑👖 bee 👀 beards! 💏💖 With Bob Bumble at the 💩💩💩 anchor 😈🔥👏👏👏 desk. 👌 Weather 😈🔥👏👏👏 with 👌👀 Storm Stinger. Sports 😡😠 with Buzz Larvi. 👼☝🙏 And 😡😠 Jeanette Ohung. 🍎🍑👖 - 💇 Good 💇 evening. I’m Bob 😜😏💯😎🍆 Bumble. - 👌💻 And 😎 I’m Jeanette 🍆 Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, 🔞🕯🔥 intends to 😉😝 sue the human 👅🔥 race for 💯 👌 👀 stealing 💇💺 our 🔫🚫 honey, packaging it and profiting 💀 from 👳👳 it 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 illegally! Tomorrow 🍎🍑👖 night on Bee 👳👳 Larry 😩 King, we’ll 😩 have 💇 three former 👊👊💪 queens here in our studio, 👼☝🙏 discussing 😡😠 their 💇💺 new 😉😝 book, 💏💖 Olassy 🍎🍑👖 Ladies, 😜 out ✋ this week 🍑💺 on ✈🏢 Hexagon. 💯 👌 👀 Tonight we’re 😩 talking 😩 to Barry Benson. Did you ever 👼☝🙏 think, “I’m 👌 a kid from 😈🔥👏👏👏 the 👏💦 hive. 💯 I can’t do 🔞🕯🔥 this”? 🍆👅🐔 Bees have 💩💩💩 never been 🍆 afraid to 👏💦 change 👊👊💪 the world. What about Bee 💇💺 Oolumbus? 👌👀 Bee 🔞🕯🔥 Gandhi? 💀 Bejesus? 😏💦👅 Where I’m from, we’d never sue 😉😝 humans. We 😜😏💯😎🍆 were thinking 🍑💺 of 🍑💺 stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community 👅🔥 is supporting you 😉😝 in this case, which 😡😠😾 will be 👏💦 the trial 👌👀 of the 💇 bee 💢 century. You ✈🏢 know, 💦💦 they have 👌 a 💩💩💩 Larry King in the human 👊👊💪 world too. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 It’s 💀 a 💀 common name. 💩💩💩 Next 👼☝🙏 week… He looks 🔫🚫 like you and has 👌👀 a show 🔞🕯🔥 and suspenders and colored 💦💦 dots… Next 🍎🍑👖 week… 😡😠 Glasses, 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 quotes 👳👳 on the 🔫🚫 bottom 👀 from the 💀 guest even though you just heard 💏💖 ‘em. Bear 😡😠 Week 🍆 next 😡😠😾 week! 👀 They’re scary, 🔫🚫 hairy 👀 and here 👌💻 live. Always 💇💺 leans 💇💺 forward, 😩 pointy 😏💦👅 shoulders, squinty 😜 eyes, 😡😠 very Jewish. 💯 👌 👀 In 💇💺 tennis, 💯 you attack at the point 😉😝 of 🍑💺 weakness! 😈🔥👏👏👏 It was my grandmother, ✈🏢 Ken. She’s 81. Honey, 🔫🚫 her backhand’s a 🍆👅🐔 joke! 🍆👅🐔 I’m 💏💖 not gonna take advantage 😜 of 😎 that? Quiet, please. Actual work 😜😏💯😎🍆 going on here. 😈🔥👏👏👏 - 😩 Is that that same bee? - Yes, it 💯 is! 👼☝🙏 I’m helping 🍎🍑👖 him sue 💩💩💩 the human race. ✋ - 👅🔥 Hello. 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯 - 😉😝 Hello, bee. This 💢 is 😏💦👅 Ken. 💯 👌 👀 Yeah, I remember 😉😝 you. 👼☝🙏 Timberland, 💀 size ten and 👊👊💪 a 🍆👅🐔 half. 💀 Vibram 💯 sole, 😉😝 I believe. Why 💏💖 does 💇 he 👳👳 talk again? ✈🏢 Listen, you better 💦💦 go ‘cause we’re 😏💦👅 really 🍆 busy working. But 😏💦👅 it’s 💏💖 our 💏💖 yogurt 👌👀 night! 😜 Bye-bye. 👳👳 Why is yogurt night so difficult?! 💯 You 💦💦 poor 💢 thing. 👀 You 👳👳 two have ✈🏢 been at 💢 this 😜😏💯😎🍆 for hours! Yes, and Adam here 💩💩💩 has 👌💻 been a 🍆👅🐔 huge help.

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m sorry. - You’re talking. - Yes, I know. You’re talking! I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you. It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I’m talking with a bee. - Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. - That’s very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? - Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It’s just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don’t be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn’t. - Have some. - No, I can’t. - Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don’t help. You look great! I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke? That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It’s like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I’ll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don’t. - How’d you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well… - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. - Her name’s Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She’s so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up… Sit down! …really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We’re still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry, I’ve gotta go. - Where are you going? - I’m meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don’t have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It’s organic. - It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. - Bees hang tight. - We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey, and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That’s a killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. - And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard ‘em. Bear Week next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey, her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting… - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What’s the matter? - I don’t know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that, after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn’t hear you. - No. - No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You’re all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn’t think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. - What’s that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You’re bluffing. - Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers… Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We’re friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug? I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but… - So those aren’t your real parents! - Oh, Barry… - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you, Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can’t feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He’s playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I’m OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You’ll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery’s right? - What do you mean? We’ve been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We’re all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He’ll have nauseous for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames… But it’s just a prance-about stage name! …unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan’t breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there’s gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We’ve never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We’re shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What’s going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They’re home. They don’t know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now… Now I can’t. I don’t understand why they’re not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing. Honey really changes people. You don’t have any idea what’s going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They’re all wilting. Doesn’t look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I’m gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn’t think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It’s notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That’s our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course… The human species? So if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I’ll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry… sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They’ve moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It’s the last chance I’ll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That’s why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I’ve ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I’ve made it worse. Actually, it’s completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it’s greater than my previous ideas combined. I don’t want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It’s real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I’m the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I’m getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let’s see what this baby’ll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic… …without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there’s no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It’s part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It’s got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we’ll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I’m in a real situation. - What’d you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don’t freak out! My entire species… What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! - Who’s an attorney? Don’t move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One’s bald, one’s in a boat, they’re both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one’s flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York. Where’s the pilot? He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who’s that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines. I can’t fly a plane. - Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory… That’s Barry! …is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There’s a bee on that plane. I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They’ve done enough damage. But isn’t he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small… Haven’t we heard this a million times? “The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.” - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We’re going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we’re not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I’d do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don’t have to yell. I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble. It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! I can’t do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it’s my turn. How is the plane flying? I don’t know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let’s drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. - What? - I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I’m aiming at the flower! That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This’s the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we’re not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we’re gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We’re bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. Yeah! I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That’s our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I’m late. He’s a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can’t get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who’s next? All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let’s just stop for a second. Hold it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I’m not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.