#taking flights and fuzzy feelings /pos

[caregivingchrysalises]

as your darling butterfly prinx rest assured there will be no shortage of adventures in the air, you’d rather we fly than walk, no problem, you’re feeling overwhelmed and need to be off the ground for a while “up and away we go precious”, you just want uppies “as you wish little one”- these wings were made to take us wherever our hearts want to go, and they’ll fly farther than you could ever know just to see you smile ♡

pssst asks are open if you’d like to fly to them and send something you’re more than welcome to lovebug

#agere caregiver #your charming butterfly prinx #sfw caregiver #age regression caregiver #agere comfort #come fly with me #through rain or shine i will always be here #these wings were made for flying… and that’s just what they’ll do #uppies #sfw agere #my wings are one of my most dashing features don’t you think? #atala’s adventures #royalty agere #i’m a prinx after all #agere cg #safe agere #to infinity and beyond #taking flights and fuzzy feelings /pos #agere blog #thanks for reading these tags love ya

[silverskye13]

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omg i love your ren comic so much!!! /pos

do you think you could explain/expand on the lore behind ren being a werewolf? like did he keep it a secret? or was it just already known by the last life servermates? and what exactly can he do and not do as a werewolf? theres so many possibilities!!!

Hey I'm glad you liked the comic! To say I had a ton of fun making it would be an understatement. I adore werewolf/shapeshifty characters and there needs to be more of them in fiction.

Renwolfy headcanons! Below the cut I guess! It's a long ramble.

I think everyone who followed him into Last Life from Hermitcraft know already that he's a werewolf, but everyone from off the server don't, which is why he pounced on Scott in the comic instead of Cleo. I feel like Cleo knows to stay wary when Ren's getting violent, self defense or otherwise - and also probably wouldn't be afraid of fighting back to keep him from getting his teeth on her. Monster/monster solidarity, you don't allow for there to be any of those "I'm a monster who hurts my own friends!!" moments. Her and Ren have probably bonded over being monsters with monster problems over the years [being that both werewolves and zombies tend to have a violent streak and a craving for human flesh at times].

That being said, I don't think he goes out of his way to keep his werewolf-y-ness a secret, but he also doesn't bring it up in conversation - he feels awkward about it in a "we all have our own problems, no use dumping my weirdness on someone else" sort of way. And a lot of the Hermits, who are used to his random shifting by now, all forget how weird it is for newcomers when the harmless dude with a flair for dramatics randomly turns into an 8ft tall wolf man. Lizzie definitely knows he's a werewolf, and his werewolf-ness would have been really evident when he was the boogeyman [the scene where Lizzie says she doesn't believe him when he says he's not the boogeyman gets so much funnier if you imagine her being busy when he walked up. And she's like looking through a chest going, "So how about you? Are you the boogeyman?" and he says nervously, "What? No, definitely not." and she turns around to see he's a giant wolf man, and without missing a beat she deadpans, "I don't believe a word you just said to me." "I'm such a bad liar," Yes Ren, yes you are. You turn into a dog when you're scared my dude.]

Something that comes with the territory of being a werewolf for a long time and being relatively in control of all your faculties is he controls when he shifts somewhat. There are still some pitfalls he falls into [if he's really freaked out and the fight half of fight/flight is kicking in, he'll shift, and of course during the full moon he has no control over that and stays shifted for the full 24 hours] but for the most part he picks and chooses when he can change. If people need help carrying heavy loads around the server he'll frequently Wolf Up to twice his normal size and throw heavy deepslate tiles around like they're made of sawdust. I feel like when Lizzie first called him over as muscle for the enchanting table, he probably stepped up with all his tall fuzzy glory, axe in hand, ready to intimidate people just by standing nearby.

I'm a bit generic when it comes to what I think he can do as a werewolf! He gets a lot tankier for one thing - he's thick furred and thicker skinned, and all the weapons made for cutting down regular people sized enemies tend to harm him less. That being said, any wound he takes as a werewolf transfers to his regular human self when he shifts back, and there's been many times where he's underestimated just how hurt he was and collapsed the minute he turned back into his more human form [which probably happened immediately after the comic ended, poor dude]. Ren himself has stated he's not a fighter, and he isn't very good at it, and I think that mostly comes from the weirdness of swapping his body around every time a fight happens. He might feel reasonably proficient with a bow and arrow as a human, only to be really clumsy with it as soon as he has big wolf paws. And biting people to do damage is fine when the wolf brain has the reigns, but gets considerably more gross when he has to clean himself up after as a human.

Since Minecraft doesn't have things like Silver or Wolfsbane, those are kind of counted out as Werewolf Ren Weaknesses (tm), but I do feel like copper stings him when he has to handle it too long, and he tends to stay away from flower biomes because all the overpowering smells overwhelm and confuse him at times. He also has a hard time finding people on the LL server because it's so small, and people are constantly running from place to place, he has a hard time picking out what smells are new and who has been through recently. On cold nights at the Fairy Fort he definitely shapeshifts into a massive doggo to keep everyone warm, and when Lizzie wasn't paying attention he would romp with Dragon, Ogre and Taxes. He has a hard time telling when Joel is around because he smells so much like Lizzie that he gets them mixed up, so Joel sneaks past him easier than most of the other folks on the server [which is how he was able to do things like trap Lizzie's houses multiple times]. He had a lot of respect for BigB's "Terry" disguise because he sympathizes with someone feeling so bad about their actions as a monster that they felt the need to take on a whole new identity. Ren feels like he himself is a lot angrier and more violent in his wolf form, and while he's never attacked anyone just out of annoyance, he has snarled and barked and generally scared/intimidated people before, which he feels a lot of shame for later when he's back to human again.

Also I feel like the reason he says things like, "Well if you want to go we can go, I'm ready to do this thing," whenever he gets threatened [cough -- Etho pretending to be the boogeyman -- cough] it's because he's trying to scare people out of picking a fight with him. You want a fight? Okay I will wolf it up and we can fight and you'll lose! Because I'll be a scary wolf! I'm ready! I'm turning into a wolf now! You better back off or I'm going to do the wolf thing! Please!!

He doesn't follow through with it most of the time, but when he does people recognize he's getting serious and tend to backpedal pretty fiercely.

#the barking artist #answering asks #werewolf! Ren #rendog #last life smp #llsmp #anonymous #i really want to doodle more werewolf ren now #i keep reimagining scenes from last life with him as a werewolf #him jumping off the back of the shadow tower - turning into a wolf and getting a massive running/leaping start first #when he dropped the one line to Lizzie about the blood of scum on her weapon - he was definitely a wolf when he said that #Etho: how are you always able to find on the resources Ren? #Ren: I'm a professional minecrafter -- and also dog nose #definitely when he realized he only had two lives he spent a few minutes panicking and pacing around as a wolf #trying to tell himself he was going to be okay #also i feel like the closer he gets to red the more he turns into a wolf #he's keyed up and nervous all the time - any minute could be his last #he's gotta be ready

[mylovelies-docx]

Kid Krow - Fight or Flight

Part 4!

A/N: Angst city, bitches. I don’t know what else to say about this part other than I’m sorry?

Chapter warnings: abandonment issues, panic attack, anxiety, Poe (because he deserves a warning all his own for this chapter)

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Read it on AO3 here!

Word count: 3.3k

“Somethin’s gotten into you,” you stated as you stared at Poe with narrowed eyes, suspicious.

“Nothing has gotten into me, (Y/N),” Poe defended, but he continued stirring his bone broth without taking a sip or looking up at you.

“Okaaaay…” you drawled. You didn’t believe him; something had happened last night that made him like this, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was.

“Did I sleepwalk naked around the cruiser or somethin’?” You joked, trying to break the tension and bring a smile to his face. You did not succeed. “You don’t really look at me the way you used to,” you continued to jest.

Poe let out a deep breath, preparing himself for something.

Arle, Mille, and Zalos had gone to trade with a new customer across town, while you, Poe, and Zorii had stayed to meet with a repeat client. The chatter over the line sounded promising.

Zorii returned to the table with three drinks in hand. She set them down and looked between you and Poe, sensing the tension.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at the two of you.

“I really don’t know,” you replied. You tilted your head at Poe, silently asking what was going on.

“Sit down, Zorii, I have to talk to you both.” Poe’s shoulders were tense and his posture rigid, a determined look on his face.

“Ooh, sounds ominous.” Zorii plopped down beside you, hands clasped in front of her while she leaned closer to Poe over the table. You wished you were as calm as she was, but your heart was racing and your hands had gone clammy.

Whatever Poe was about to say, you weren’t going to like it.

“Just know that I have been thinking about this for a while now, and only recently have… events transpired,” at his phrasing, Poe glanced at you quickly then averted his gaze back to the table, “that have led me to finally make up my mind.”

Oh, kriff, you thought, whatever he’s plannin’ is because of me.

“What kind of events?” Zorii questioned, unable to let his choice of words and meaningful glance at you slide.

Poe’s breath puffed out his cheeks, and his eyes started roving around the cantina, trying to think of something to say. He rubbed at his collarbone and adjusted the position of his mother’s ring on the chain around his throat. He looked back at the two of you.

“We’ve all heard the whispers about the First Order,” he tried.

“So?” prompted Zorii. “We hear whispers about a lot of people all the time. What events have the First Order been a part of recently that have you so wound up?”

You knew that the First Order had very little to do with the decision Poe had made, while you had everything to do with what was about to happen.

Realization dawned on you, bright as a supernova.

“You’re leaving,” you whispered. You stared hard at his face, hoping he would contradict you.

Instead of assuaging your fears and reassuring you that he would never leave you behind, he simply replied, “yes, I’m leaving.” 

He emphasized the one word he knew would break your heart and make you understand that this journey the two of you had been on was now over.

You couldn’t breathe through the fear that was refusing to allow your lungs the expansion they needed. Zorii and Poe were arguing with each other, but your ears were ringing and you could only hear the rush of your blood. Your heart was thumping a fast rhythm in your chest, requiring more oxygen than your lungs were bringing in. The edges of your vision were going black and you began to panic.

You scrambled up from your seat, leaning heavily against the table for balance. History was repeating itself, but this time it was so much worse. Poe had been by your side for so long that you had almost forgotten the feeling of losing a friend.

Now the memories were sizzling through your brain, the only things you could focus on in the moment. You were rushing outside in hopes that the cool air would calm your roiling stomach and staunch the urge to vomit.

A hand grabbed your arm and you flung it away violently, stumbling towards the door and out into the night.

You collapsed against the side of the building, head in your hands between your bent knees. You were trying to take in deep breaths, but you were hyperventilating instead. You hadn’t had a panic attack in years, so it was hard for you to remember your breathing techniques.

You slowly became aware that there was a hand rubbing against your thigh and a voice urging you to match their breathing. You tried to breathe along with them, but it took far longer than you were prepared for.

“(Y/N), just let me explain-” Poe pleaded from his crouched position in front of you.

“I think you’ve done enough, Dameron,” Zorii spat at him. Her hand was still rubbing your thigh vigorously to help you focus on something other than the chaos in your body and mind.

“You know this is something dad has always wanted,” he continued, trying to help you understand, “for me to follow in their footsteps.”

But you refused to understand. It hurt too much to sit there and let Poe lay all his excuses at your feet.

“G-get me out of her, Rii,” you wheezed. 

You gripped her hand hard and let her pull you up and into her side. Zorii was supporting the majority of your weight, but you were able to shuffle forward with her guidance. Your eyes were still fuzzy and your head was pounding, but the worst of the panic attack was over.

“(Y/N), please!” Poe was struggling with your refusal to look at him, having never experienced this side of you. “It’s not what it seems, I’m just trying to help you.”

Do not cry. I’d rather die than have to cry in front of him right now. 

“Help by being an asshole? Kriff off, Poe,” Zorii defended you. “Go be a pilot for the New Republic and leave us alone.”

“I’m not leaving until you guys aren’t mad at me,” Poe pronounced while opening the ship’s bay to allow you all inside the relative warmth of the hull.

“You’ll be here for an eternity, if that’s the case,” Zorii hissed. She was leading you to her quarters for some peace and quiet, but Poe couldn’t stand your silence.

“Princ- (Y/N),” his slip up was excruciating. He hadn’t looked at you or called you princess all day, which should have clued you in that his decision was all on you. “You have to know how much I care about you as a friend. I’m doing this for us, so you can get over your feelings for me.”

Zorii’s eyes widened and she looked down at you. Your face was crumpling and your lip was quivering with the force of your oncoming tears. Zorii sucked in a breath and expelled pure rage because of what Poe had just revealed.

“I swear to the Maker, Dameron, that if you don’t leave her alone right now I will gut you like a ghest.” Zorii’s eyes were hard as beskar, with no trace of the softness she had once felt for the man.

You could tell that Poe was getting frustrated with Zorii’s interference. His face was starting to flush and his mouth was twisted into a flat line.

“Zorii, just give us a minute, would you?” he asked sternly, his hands on his hips and his face tilted towards the ground. He was trying not to show how angry she was making him.

You realized that this stalemate wasn’t going to end unless you said something to Poe. 

It’s your move. Fight or flight.

But if Poe was done fighting for your friendship and was instead running away to academy training, why should you do any different?

“Zorii,” you said, “give us a minute, please.” Your voice was weak, but you untangled yourself from under her arm and began walking towards your own quarters. Poe followed close behind you, hovering his hands as if he wanted to steady you but knew better than to touch you. 

If he touched you you were sure to shatter.

It was slow going down the hall, and neither of you broke the tenuous silence between you until you entered your room.

You sunk down onto your cot, clasping your hands together between your knees. The after effects of your panic attack had left you weak and shaky, wanting nothing more than to lie down and not get up for a while. 

But this conversation needed to happen, and you decided that it was best to just get it over with.

“If you’re lookin’ to make me feel better, I assure you that whatever you have to say is gonna do the opposite,” you stated. One of your legs was bouncing up and down in response to the intensity of your feelings, and there was nothing you could do to stop Poe from noticing.

“I think the main issue is that we haven’t been completely honest with each other,” Poe began, getting straight to the point.

You scoffed. “If anything, I think we’ve been too honest with each other; I’d rather have lied than tell you I was in love with you. I should have kept it to myself and let you live in ignorant bliss.” Your voice was soft and it cracked in a few places despite how adamant you were to not show any more weakness.

“I would have found out, eventually.” Poe leaned against your closed door, arms crossed and staring intently at you.

“Would you have? You didn’t notice in the last 15 years,” you pointed out solemnly. “Kes knew. Did he tell you? After the night you broke my heart and I was too ashamed to face him, did he ask you how it all went? And did he look disappointed when you told him the truth?” you pondered aloud, not really wanting to know the answer but feeling as if you needed to know how their conversation had gone that morning. If Poe was leaving soon, there was no harm in asking now.

Poe was silent for a moment. “He… he asked why I looked sad and I just told him it was because we had to leave early.”

“Ah,” you said, “so you were fine with lyin’ to him and pretendin’ that everything was alright, then?”

“I thought everything was alright!” Poe exclaimed, standing up away from his slouched position and uncrossing his arms. “You told me it was just a misunderstanding and that you’d get over it! I never encouraged you; you just misread the signs and tried to force everything on me. That’s not fair, (Y/N). Not to me, and not to you.” 

Poe walked towards you with an exasperated expression on his face and his hands thrown up in the air, as if asking what he had done to deserve any of this.

You were quietly seething on your bed. You couldn’t help how you felt about Poe! People love who they love, and you just so happened to fall in love with the one person who would never love you back.

A rookie mistake you wouldn’t make again.

“Poe,” you breathed, “I told you already that I’m doin’ fine. I don’t know why you keep bringin’ it up.”

“Because you’re not getting over it, (Y/N)! Apparently everything I do is encouraging you, and I don’t know what else to do besides move on!” 

You whipped your head up to lock eyes with Poe, tried to determine if he really believed what he was saying. That he really wanted to ‘move on’ from you and everything you had built together.

His eyes were clear and bright. Determined. Relentlessly staring back at you.

Now you wish that you didn’t know.

You jerked your face to the side, unable to even look at him in your anger.

“I wish that we had never spoke.” Your voice was deadly quiet.

“Speak up so we can talk about this,” he pleaded, “I can’t hear you when-”

“I’M TELLING YOU I WISHED WE HAD NEVER SPOKE!” You yelled, rising to your feet and raging towards him. “I WISH THAT YOU NEVER SHOWED UP THAT DAY ON YAVIN AND I WISH WE HAD NEVER MET!” 

Your eyes were overflowing with angry and hurt tears -- tears that you could not control. You were so irate that they were falling against your will that you just became even angrier at yourself and at Poe for causing this reaction in you. 

“YOU ARE THE WORST THING TO HAPPEN TO ME, POE DAMERON. YOU SPENT ALL THIS TIME MAKIN’ ME FEEL LIKE I WAS WORTH SOMETHING, ONLY TO RIP IT OUT FROM UNDER ME!”

Your palms were on his chest and you were pushing him towards the door, his face horrified at your screaming, sobbing visage. He was grasping at your wrists, trying to stop your relentless march that was going to throw him out of your life forever.

“I WANT YOU GONE! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN!” You had reached the door. You slammed it open and shoved Poe out into the hallway.

When his warm chest was no longer under your fingers holding you up, all your strength left you.

“I never wanna see you again,” you sobbed brokenly.

“(Y/N)...” 

You slammed the door in his face and collapsed.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #poe x reader #poe dameron/reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x y/n #star wars #star wars fan fiction #sequel trilogy #Kid Krow (A Poe Dameron Story)

[lemonskittlesofficial]

literally my entire vocabulary:

y’all

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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! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can 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 comeback 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 City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job 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, weconstantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing anew helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have ourlatest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honeythat 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 samejob the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to knowthat bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us todeath? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! \"What's the difference?\" How can you saythat? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we onlyhave to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Whywould you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society onEarth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me oneexample. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. RoyalNectar 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, butsome don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You'resky 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 bea Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I willsee in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you'rewearing 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 mustbe dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! Hehad a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thoughtI'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I canautograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hittinga 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 0900means. 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 jobevery day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move itaround, 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 thinkingof what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son'snot sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to befunny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be astirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything rightnow. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll piercemy thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and calleverybody \"dawg\"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! Allthe 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 chanceof getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey'salways open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes anopening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead fromthe neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stuntbee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mitewrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflowerpatch 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'regonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's aKorean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid wesaw 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 arain 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 reportsof 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 tohumans! 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. Scaredout 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 sofast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It'sgot a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pickup 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 ofbright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of theseflowers 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. Itsmells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a littlegrabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could bebad. 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 tellhim? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, becauseyou'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'tsting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tensionlevel out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly inrain. 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-outbrochure. 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'sfantastic. 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 believewhat I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75on 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 allergicto them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does hislife 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 notscared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face couldpuff 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 saysomething. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would Isay? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. Ican'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'mdreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit ofa surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but theywere 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 istalking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to dothat? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. \"Mama, Dada, honey.\" You pick itup. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we haveto deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... Idon't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's justcoffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you wantrum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couplemicrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you knowanything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flyingup 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 awatermelon?\" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what areyou gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can'tdo it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to bea lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Ournew queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There'smy 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... forbefore. 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 wasamazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you werewith 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 ofthem. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. Yousaw whatever you wanted to see. You had your \"experience.\" Now you can pick out yourjoband 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. Iknow 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 notdating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with powerwashers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understandsme. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was sostingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You knowwhat a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sitdown! ...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 tome! 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 knowwhat your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It'sbeen 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 alittle 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 toolong. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respondto yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I'vegotta 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 byflowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. Allright, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you runeverywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze liveTV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horribledisease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It'susually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take awalk, 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 notbothering 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 ourlimit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. Whatin the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, RayLiotta 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? - Beesmake it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. Youneed 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 tothe bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, Iguess 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 wewere 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 thehoney 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. Andnow 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 ontosomething huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'mgoing to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - Awiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everythinghave 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 killno more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tinyscreaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as faras the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. Imean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Notus, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You amosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! Atleast you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with amoth, 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'dcatch 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 youwant. 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 wemake the money. \"They make the honey, and we make the money\"? Oh, my! What's goingon? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fakewalls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man inwomen's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Beehoney. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anythingbears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are takingour honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These areobviously 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 oncein San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do withyour life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I rememberyou coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I rememberthat. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lipbalm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where itreally hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There'sonly one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive'sonly 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'mBob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue thehuman race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrownight on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing theirnew 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 tochange the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'dnever sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The beecommunity 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 lookslike you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes onthe bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They'rescary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. Intennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, herbackhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work goingon 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, Ibelieve. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. Butit's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two havebeen at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How manysugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees havegood qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are givingballoon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those justget me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate thosefake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make upfor it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through withit? 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 theworld anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if ahoneybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? Ican't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollarmultinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind thebarricade. - 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. Oasenumber 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now insession. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? Aprivilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, YourHonor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladiesand gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, shebelieved it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. Ifwe lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. Iwould have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How dowe know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? Theycould be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could beon steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinarybee. 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 thinkthey can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'llsee how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! Iwish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. KlaussVanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - Icouldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, itseems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're verylovable 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! Spittingout your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for beinghere. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called ThePolice. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. Andso here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothingmore 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 hisreal name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guestspot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishlyhandsome 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'thave 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 wecan 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 thejury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to agreat team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, Iwas just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I calledBarry. 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 gamemyself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was lookingat 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 havethat in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking thecrud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for hisfuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look atthat. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - ItalianVogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why isyour life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think somethingstinks 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 isgnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don'teven like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to bethe nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are thereother bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one ofthem! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotionalroller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! Ialways 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 liketo call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's consideredone of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it'sgonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remindthem of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only tolosing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. Whatexactly 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 beedocumentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the beechildren? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Holdme back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'alldate your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what hewants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursingthrough my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can'ttreat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's theirway! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward tosuck 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 thebees 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. Whatmatters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got itfrom the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. Whatwas it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and thenecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. Whatwere we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humansdo to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound sobad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to closethat window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don'tsmoke! 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. Andassuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, YourHonor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to flyhaphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny storyabout... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuabletime? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They havepresented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who runlegitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'mafraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have aterrific 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 beesmoker! 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 thiswhat nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-madewooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What arewe gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free thesebees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The courtfinds 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 haveto 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 areyou 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 acomplete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours tobegin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anythingmore than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in thewoods. 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 stagename! ...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 toshut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop makinghoney! 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'tbelieve 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, sleepingin. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got ourhoney back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's thegreatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. Thiswas my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand whythey'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 didyou 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 tomake honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all needbees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animalkingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it couldall 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 inPasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the lastchance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn outlike 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 itworse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But Ihave 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 flowerbud 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 willbe 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 ThePrincess 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 themattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! Thiswhole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then allwe do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's nostopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in yourpossession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part ofme. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enoughpollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to dothe 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 talkto them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talkinginflatable 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'man attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This isyour captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And pleasehurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One'sbald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one'sflying 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. Notgood. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who'sthat? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than abig metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't JohnTravolta 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 suspensefulscene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting toland a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! Wehave a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flightexperience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson andhis 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 heardthis a million times? \"The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.\" - Get thison 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 smalljob. 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 madeof 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, Ithink we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And nowwe're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move itout! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of theplane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentratewith 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. - Yousnap 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'tknow. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! Theydo get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on theblacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. Yougot to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinkingbee! 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! Thinkingbee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinkingbee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in onbee 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? - Thatflower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giantpulsating 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 thisplane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Fullreverse! 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 theflower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway iscovered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That meansthis is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress likethis. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we goingto be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then followme! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! Andit's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees areback! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working latetonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you likesome 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'msorry. 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.

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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! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? Barry? Adam? Can 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 City graduating class of 9:15. That concludes our ceremonies And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job 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? Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Can 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. Check 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’t just 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. Couple 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. Come 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! Congratulations! Step to the side. What’d you get? Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Couple 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. Cool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow, Could be daisies, Don’t we need those? Copy 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. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Candy-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! Coming 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. Can’t fly in rain. Can’t fly in rain. Can’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Check 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. Come 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… Can I… get you something? Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Coffee? 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. Come 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…? Can 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 Cinnabon 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? cute 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! Crazy 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 Carl 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. Check 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 Chung. 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, classy 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. Case number 4475, Superior Court 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! Cloning! 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! Call 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 right job. 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 Chapstick 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. Could 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. Congratulations 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. Can’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? Cannonball! 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 Carl 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 not just 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. That just 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. Could you ask him to slow down? Could 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, California. 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. Can 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 Captain 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. Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Captain, 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? Come 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. Can you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Come 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. Cut 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! Come 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, or just 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! Can 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. Can 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.

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