#and desided to waste my time to these

[narudoblog]

*hands you couple of idiots*

[shatcey]

1st anniversary (Victor)

William Victor Victor epilogue Liam Liam epilogue

In this part of the event, you could choose between William, Victor, Elbert, Alfons and Roger. I didn't even consider the latter (sorry… I just don't like big guys, not my type, as I recently realized. I'm very slow). But everyone else… It's very tempting. And the idea of saving the story was also extremely tempting. And the fact that I'll probably never read it again won't stop me. It is saved, and I can re-read it at any time… That's all that matters.

So, I chose William with both endings because… why not. And I couldn't choose another one. I didn't want to waste resources on this part of the event, because on the second one will be Ellis AND Jude and I want them both. I really did said that.

After William's story, I got a little worried. I don't wanna think about depressing and upsetting things on the anniversary. So… Elbert somehow disappeared. And Alfie… I can't even find the strength to start his route, how can I choose his event?.. So, the logical conclusion led me to Victor.

It was an absolutely logical decision. Not the birdcage you get for completing the premium ending… And, of course, not the opportunity to buy his epilogue. I'm still considering this option…

So...

If in Will's story was many reminiscences from the prologue, then Victor's story goes even further… There are a lot of reminiscences not only from the prologue, but also from previous events.

Victor once again asks William to decide whether Kate is suitable for this job or not, because… he cannot decide for himself. But William, smiling slyly, turned him down.

Right... he already did it ones. Your turn!

Victor goes to his room, remembering why he hired Kate in the first place.

At that moment, Kate noticed Victor and approached him. She was looking for him to gave her report. And suddenly…

Kate was surprised at first, and he really thought he had been rejected. But she explained that he had never asked her out before… This is the first time. When she gladly agreed and offered to visit some other place. They went to the train.

Victor continues to think that to choose and silence are becoming quite unsettling. Kate starts talking about boys, just to break the ice. Vic thinks they don't know much about each other outside of work.

At the next station, Vic open the window and explain to Kate that if you do so, a flower seller will approach them. So he did. Vic asks what her favorite flower is.

I'm really curious what happened to these flowers? Because… they run around all day, and no one mentioned flowers after that. And yes, it was very sweet of him. But I remember how annoying it is to carry flowers while you on the date… (exhales) Ok…

So they went to another city, and Kate really enjoyed it so very much.

Vic remembers their interaction at different events

"Erase love"? Now I'm scared...

This is from Luxury Liner event

I think it's from the Black wedding event

And he thinks Kate always wanted to stay by his side. It's clear that the Crown benefits from her presence, but what about Kate? Vic noticed that Kate was having fun and decided to follow suit.

They went down to the city and there was a competition. They are, of course, desided participate. And Vic found something in common with her

They win, probably because they look so dashing, and everyone else is too distracted. He, as usual, shows his trick with a pigeon. I can't separate one from the other anymore.

And after that, they return by train. Kate thanks him for a wonderful day and says she will never forget it. And suddenly she mentioned that Vic doesn't do anything without a reason. He agrees and tells her that he decides to let her stay or release her from work. She suddenly felt very sad when she remembered her life before the crown

She asks to be allowed to stay. She likes this job, she thinks she has a lot to learn from Victor, and then she turns around to leave… The next stop is theirs…

Victor, looking at her back, realised…

I'm getting goosebumps from that line… It's so cute))) And look at his face... he's so pretty here...

He hugs her from behind and tells her that he thinks

Awwww… But no, he ended up saying, "Would you continue to be a fairy teller?". It's a pity. What a wonderful declaration of love it could be.

She happily agrees, and after that they go to the park. She asks him to go on a date without reason next time. He thinks she probably likes him, but he can't afford to get too attached to her.

And I'm not sure about this translation, so I'll show you the original

So… He doesn't want her to become one of the victims of his curse, but he cannot figure out the nature of his feelings for her. Something like that. Correct me if I'm wrong.

I bought his epilogue. But too many story events going at the same time have burned out my brain, and I need time to recover. But I will definitely read it later. It must be very interesting.

About this story. I didn't expect Victor to think so much, considering how easy-going and light headed he seems to be. And at first I was a little worried that this story would turn out to be as dark as Williams'. But Victor is as predictable as the weather, so it's always fun to be around.

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[sthormiiii]

What do you like and don’t like about Aaravos ?

omgomg ty for the question i love talking about my man!!!

(this came out wayy longer than i imagined whoops)

okok so.

the things i love about aaravos are many. starting from the obvious, his design!! he is so so pretty i love startouch elves designs in general (all the concept art in the art of the dragon prince made me lose my mind!!) and also the fact you can get a lot about him from his design, like how he changed after he fell and the way he lost many of his accessories which probably represented his status in startouch society- AND THE BLACK HOLE IN HIS CHEST PROBABLY REPRESENTING HIS HEART???? like, he LITERALLY LOST HIS HEART?????

thennn, we go on his personality! that man suffered for CENTURIES, he had to witness so Much Stuff. he got through so much trauma and lost everyone who he ever cared about. but does that bother him? i mean, yes ofc it does...but despise all of it, he still keeps up his silly personality! and manages to still be himself :33

the thing is, my interpretation of aaravos's character is probably very personal, and most of the things i think about him are from my own headcanons, but!!!! we know he is inspired from prometheus, giving humans magic despise the gods (other elves and dragons) didnt want them to have it. but he still did it. he helped them out when they were struggling, and because of it he got punished.

thats the thing!! he loved humans SO MUCH he couldn't help but help them, even if he knew it would get him in trouble.his love for humans, for magic, for xadia, its what keeps him going, he wants to be free and be able to see xadia again, to see the sky, and feel the grass under his feet! him pre-fall was just,, so so filled with love for everything around him

now.

clearly, he also did some really fucked up stuff (like swallowing killing adidi and probably also luna tenebris) he isn't completely good or completely bad. he's in between and everything he does he does it for a reason which he believes is the right one-

rn hes a psycho, he spent 300 years in isolation and he is full of anger and just wants to see the world burn😞😞 he lost everything and everyone and yes hes the villain rn,, but he still has all that love inside of him. his love for humans...for magic...his need to feel someone, anyone by his side, to know hes not alone- him trying to help viren in s5 (in his own fucked up way) shows that he still cares☹️☹️

so yeah, i just- love complex characters!

now, the things I don't like- this is a hard choice bc i honestly love all his flaws too?? but i would say i dont like how the show handles him lmao.

i could talk about this for hours, but to make it simple i think they are totally wasting his character here. like. we're never going to fully see aaravos in all his shades bc

1) we dont have time for all that

2) even if they somehow manage to give us a glimpse of all the pain and suffering he carries on his back,, i think its a bit too late to make the viewers completely emphasise with him

the whole mystery of aaravos arc should have taken a different direction imo. but desides that, i still love the show sm and i cant wait to see more!!

god i love talking about him.

[mklegends-smokescreen]

MKL:RM; Chapter 8: Blood Money

Siris' life has been anything but ordinary, but as she grew older, at times it felt like she's alon against the world. Sometimes consulting her mother, Skarlet, about her issues, rarely actually helped her. The closest she has to a friend in recent times is Red Robin, with whom she can relate to alot. Siris has been feeling less lonely after meeting him, slowly forgetting the things that happened to her in the past. From her hand being amputated, to her neck being close to cut open, to other drama that happened, which is a story for another time.  Meeting Robin several months ago before even knowing who he is was a unique experience for her, as was for him. After a pile of bullshit that was the tournament that this dumbass wrote, they got to know eachother, for real this time. After waking up in her room in the Black Dragon base, she greets her mates, Kobra and Kira, as they were awake for a while now.

Billie: How's it goin', guys?

Kira: Not too bad. Just finnished a sale this morning.

Kobra: and I sold crack.

Kano walks into the room, a clear look of a mad, wet dog is present on his face.

Billie: what's up, pops?

Kano: Don't worry about it, Billie, its fine. How'd you two blokes do?

Kobra: pretty good, if I say so myself.

Kano: Well, glad to hear everyone's workin' hard. But also, did anyone happen to be sneakin' out without my knowledge?

Billie: (in her head) SHIT!

Kira: I was out on the west side, doing recon 'til 12.

Kobra: I was uh...

Kobra fell asleep on he east side of the base around then, which is why he didn't see Billie sneaking out. He tried to make up some bullshit excuse.

Kobra: I was... uh... wasted?

Kano: Something tells me you were slackin' off, Kobra.

Kobra: What? No! Nonononono... yes

Kano: God, damn it.

Kira: Hah!

Kobra: ey, go to hell, man. I was still on the job!

The two got into an argument, allowing Billie to walk away without anyone's notice. She sat at the window while playing music, placing herself in a state of calm for the first few minutes of the song. Suddenly, she heard someone knocking on her door.

Billie: Do ya mind?

Skarlet: Do you have a minute?

Billie hits a pause on her phone, climbing back in and closing the window

Billie: What's up, mum? Is it consultin' time?

Skarlet: Wilhelmina, listen, I must tell you some thing. I am sorry because you were put into the line of danger so many times.

Billie: Don't be, i'm basically at fault 50% of the time.

Skarlet looks at her daughter with a displeased expression

Billie: Okay, a lot of times... But I'm ready for anything now. There's so much to do and so little time, but i know i could--

Skarlet: That is not what I am saying. What I am saying is that I am setting you in the hands of danger too often. What if one day.. I am unable to help you?

Billie: I can fight for myself, mum. Cut off Reiko's head, for God's sake.

Skarlet: I understand, that is why I am harsh on you, sometimes. Because I question your actions which frighten me.

Billie: You should know that, you're an Outworlder.

Skarlet: I am not trying to turn you into me, i'm trying to turn you into you.

The dragoness is confused for a second

Billie: (very silently) ...the fuck?

Skarlet: Look, the point is, I love you, and I am trying to protect you as much as I can. That is all.

The fifty shades of red walks out, and Billie walks around for a bit, before it finally being night. She desides not to go anywhere and instead go to sleep regularly. After drinking a cup of tea, she fell asleep in a matter of seconds. She found herself in some sort of flipped version of her room, covered in thorned vines. She got up, her hands trembling as she exited the room, she noticed that she was the only one there. A long ecoing of her "hello's" was heard from each wall of the structure. She walks out of the base, to find something the never had hopes of seeing. A man, traditionally sitting as if he is meditating. He wore a familiar brown cloak, simmilar to one that a former aquaintance of the Black Dragon had, but... something was off... She walks closer to him, to make sure it really was...

Billie: Tremor...?

The geokinetic opens his eyes, and the earth begins to quake, with pillars of magma gushing from the ground like geisers. Billie hardly holds her ground, and as she is about to be douced in lava, she snaps back to reality. She hyperventilates as a response to this experience. She checked her pulse to see if she's still alive. She calms down eventually.

Billie: What the shit was that? Did I...? was that...?

She was unable to peace together words, as she sat there for a solid five minutes before getting up and heading toward the kitchen to get something to eat. As she's taking an egg from the fridge, a face she hasn't encountered yet starteled her.

Billie: ack-- Who the fuck are you?

Tasia: Firstly, apologies for the scare, and secondly, I am Tasia, long time klan member?

Billie: How come i never saw you 'round, then? And how'd you get here?

Tasia: I'm as silent as a mouse and,  i'm as silent as a mouse.

Billie: ...Well that makes perfect sense.

Tasia: What're you doing here, its half-past 12.

Billie: I'm hungry, lookin' for food. Non' else.

She said, reaching for a can of yogurt and heads back to her room.

Tasia: If somethings stressing you out, call me, we could have a girl talk.

The dragoness had a suspicion about here, but was interested

Billie: sure...

Tasia: Remember, i'm somewhere around here. Buh-bye...

She says as she dissapears in the produce mist, and Siris returns to her room. As she layed in bed, she couldn't shake off a wierd feeling... it looked like Tremor, but, she felt something off about him. Like, a wierd sense of misdirection, the innability to barely stand her ground.

As she falls asleep, she once again finds herself in the dream,  the same damp texture leaks from the walls as she slowly but surely, walks out of her room out to the front. She quickly realizes this has happened before. she walks out the door, finding the same man clad in brown sitting in the same position.

Billie: (very quietly) Am I tripin' right now?

the man sitting there is very obviously Tremor, as his hands are covered in stone, resembling what, from a far seems to be coal. He is unfazed, as his peace was not disturbed.

Billie approached the man who looked like Tremor, her cautious steps echoing in the dreamlike atmosphere. The surreal surroundings, with damp textures and enigmatic shadows, added to the disconcerting ambiance. As she stood before the geokinetic, she couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Billie: (whispering) Tremor... or whatever you are. What is this place? Are you even real?

Tremor remained in his meditative pose, seemingly unaffected by her presence or inquiries. The air felt heavy with an unspoken tension, and Billie couldn't shake off the feeling that something profound was about to unfold.

Billie: (more assertive) Answer me, Tremor! What's going on?

Tremor: I strongly advise, NOT to disturb my peace...

he said, as Billie turned around, recognizing his deep, gravely voice.

Billie felt a chill run down her spine as Tremor's voice resonated through the dreamlike space. Turning back to face him, she could sense an intensity in his words that demanded respect.

Billie: What do you mean, "your peace"? This is my dream... isn't it?

Tremor: Dreams are often shared, but the balance of control is delicate. Disturbing the tranquility may lead to consequences.

His words hung in the air, cryptic and foreboding. Billie couldn't ignore the feeling that there was more to this encounter than met the eye

Billie: Wait, if this is my dream, and you're here, then... what sense does that make? Nico said you left to find some "Dream realm" or whatever.

Tremor: I did, and it has truly changed me. In character and appearance.

Billie: I noticed. You look like a flamin' hot badass.

Tremor acknowledged her comment with a subtle nod, but his demeanor remained solemn.

Tremor: The Dream Realm is a place of self-discovery and transformation. It grants insight into aspects of oneself that might remain obscured in the waking world. I sought it to understand the depths of my own nature.

Billie furrowed her brow, grappling with the surreal nature of the conversation

Billie: So, what did you find out about yourself? And why are you showing up in my dreams?

Tremor: I found a connection, an intricate thread binding me to the essence of the earth. As for appearing in your dreams, it seems our paths are intertwined, perhaps guided by forces beyond our understanding. Be vigilant, Billie, for the threads of destiny weave a tapestry of complexity.

As Tremor's words echoed in the dream, Billie felt a peculiar blend of curiosity and caution. The dream realm, it seemed, held secrets that transcended the boundaries of reality.

Billie: Wait what does any of that meAAAA--

Before she can finish her question, she wakes up in her bed.

Billie: --AAaah, crap.

As Billie abruptly woke up, she found herself back in the familiar surroundings of her room. The remnants of the dream lingered in her mind, leaving a sense of intrigue mixed with a touch of disorientation. The events in the dream realm and encounters with Tremor had left her with more questions than answers.

Billie sighed, rubbing her eyes as if trying to shake off the residual haziness of the dream. Glancing around her room, she noticed the faint light seeping through the window, indicating that it was morning. The events of the dream, however surreal, lingered in her thoughts.

[julik0vatay]

I found some things I wrote for TSPUD last year that I planned to turn into art but never did...

I must say my view on epilogue changed alot between first and second pieces thanks to listening to soundtrack

They're relatively short character study/train of thought kind of things, Im putting them all under readmore

Epilogue (Stanley)

At the end of times I wonder if you dream of me dreaming of you? Or is it the other way around? Or maybe even both? I wouldn't be surprised considering our shared history.

I feel like I'm walking over your grave that you digged yourself and I couldn't stop you.

Sometimes I pretend I still hear your voice telling me where to go. Sometimes I almost believe it is enough to bring you back. But then not-actually-your voice tells me "You know where to find me, Stanley" and "I'm right where you left me, Stanley" and I feel cold shiver run down my spine because yes, I know exactly where to find you.

This is not the outcome I ever wanted.

I so desperately clinged to hope that I can save us both. I think you did the same. Did you destroy yourself for me to run? Even if only in one outcome of them all? Or it didn't matter either way?

Are you still here somewhere, buried memories and all?

I don't really want to be alone.

I should probably just go back, and you will be there waiting for me. Like you always do.

…I don't really want to go back either.

Is there any "forward" for us at all? Somehow I doubt it. I wonder how long it took for you to figure that out. I wonder if that's why you decided to show me all this.

Just the two of us Making castles in the sky Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us You and I

I will go to sleep and I will dream of hundreds of your faces made out of sand, I will dream of embracing you as you slip between my fingers, I will dream of sandfall tears that will burn my hands, and then I will collapse next to you, and then I will wake up and wonder..

Am I dreaming of you dreaming of me or is it the other way around?

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The End (Narrator)

I guess this is goodbye, Stanley…

Oh, don't give me that sour look now, isn't it what you wanted? Isn't it what you were looking for? For both of us to be free? Well there you go, this is as free as we can ever get - no strings attached, no hard feelings.

I know this isn't a happy ending you were hoping for but honestly? I gave you plenty of those and they never satisfied any of us, hm?

Besides, I was always better at writing tragedies.

You know what, Stanley? I think I did pretty good job with this one. This one is bittersweet and aching, maybe even hopeful.

…

What? What are you doing?

Ah. I'm not really a hug person myself. But if it makes you feel any better about making next step, well sure, go ahead.

…you know you'll have to let go eventually, right? That's one lesson we both had to learn… I wouldn't give you meaningless ending as goodbye would I?

Maybe we will meet again in another story, anything could happen! Or maybe not, I'm not going to promise anything.

And if you'll ever miss me, you know where to find me. I will be right where we started.

What? Why are you surprised? We're always there even if we aren't. Time is meaningless for someone like us anyway (not like its passing is any less painful, mind you).

Now, be a good sport, take another step.

This is the End if you decide it to be.

Go ahead. Take a look.

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The Bucket (both)

I am baring my heart for you, Stanley! Everything I hold dear I am bringing into the light for you to see, to judge however you deside, everything that makes me!

Do you see it? Do you see me? Do you understand?

I certainly hope I'm not wasting my breath trying to reach you, to speak to you, to get under your skin, to find way into your mind and heart, Stanley. Does it work? I have no way to know for sure. For me there's only hope you're not as empty-headed as you appear

I see it (I see you) I hold it close Is this enough? If I could take this part of you and keep it forever, I would. (Maybe I will. Maybe some part of you is already deep in my head and isn't getting out anyway.) And then I will let you go. And then you will let me go. And maybe we both will be happy, someway, somehow

[tea-leef]

sometimes after finals are finally over you just have to unwind with a 2 hour long angry conversation with yourself about how mad you are at the dangan ronpa 3 anime despite not having consumed anything dangan ronpa related in years

[peakyblinded]

Mikey anon here! 👋🏻

Firstly sorry for the late reply I’m so bad at replying at times. Secondly your English is brilliant I had no idea it’s not your native language!

“Pretentious” and “wasted potential” sum up this show completely. You’re right the message was not accessible. I honestly think Steven didn’t know what his point was in the end. He tried to be too smart and failed.

Again you’re right there’s a lot of good with the show but the heart of it, the writing, faltered.

I saw a tweet from someone who had wanted Michael to secretly be working with Tommy as a spy and it be revealed at the end and even though it would have been unrealistic id take that no lie.

I’m confused as to what the film is supposed to be about. Maybe it’s cos Iv lost interest but I’m struggling to see a story

No need to apologize, Mikey. It's been what, a week since you sent me this?? 😂

And thank you, I do try my best with this mf language 😇

THE SPY THING WOULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT WE GOT OMG there was no layers to the story (imo), and a plot twist like that would've been a game changer tbh. Like idc if Tommy desides to perhaps betray Michael at the end and kill him anyway IT WOULD'VE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER.

Oh man, I feel ya on this! Idk and idc what that movie is gonna be about. I've lost all faith in Stephen's writing at this point (sorry to be so dramatic). The way i see it this movie is most likely going to and beautiful but empty shell and inside will be Cillian Murphy trying to fill the hole that should have been filled with the quality writing we deserve.

[devilishlexeris]

Commence Operation “Get Jirou to confess” part 2

As she closes the door of Kaminari's room, Jirou hears her friends share a high five and that makes her smile.

I should thank them, later.

If she doesn't reject me...

The purple haired girl makes her way to the 5th floor while pondering about what she's about to do.

She keeps replaying in her head what her friends told her.

I don't want to waste any more time.

Also, I can't hold it in, I can't control this feeling any longer.

This crush isn't just a crush by now.

It's something bigger.

And if there's even the slightest possibility that she likes me back, I need to take the leap and own up.

I have to.

And there she is, in front of her best friend's room.

"Dammit, I must be crazy"

She takes a deep breath and knocks.

"Uhm, Momo, it's me"

Jirou hears fumbling on the other side of the door, as if the other girl was tidying up.

She really can't help it, uh?

She giggles thinking about how Momo wants everything to be perfect, even in front of her best friend.

"You can come in now, Jirou"

She tightens her grip on the doorknob before entering.

And there she is:

Yaoyorozu Momo, with her red, elegant, silky pj.

Her hair down, giving Jirou the usual fond and wide smile, prettier than ever.

The wind gets the wind knocked out of Jirou.

The view astounds her, as if she hadn't already seen Momo in sleepwear.

Maybe the awareness of what she's about to do, amplifies the feelings she has for the raven haired girl, in the same exact way she can amplify her heartbeat.

If she had to do that now, she thinks se would probably tear down the whole building, considering her current heartrate.

She stands at the door frame for 5 seconds straight before snapping back to reality.

"Is everything alright?" usual sweet Momo

"Y-yeah, yeah, I hope I didn't interrupt anything. Were you going to bed? I can come back tomorrow, if now is not a good time"

Why the hell do I feel like short-circuited Kaminari, when she's nearby?

UGH

Momo giggles at her rambling

"No, don't worry. I was just reading. I don't mind the company"

The taller girl sits down on the bed, with her back on the headboard.

She pats the empy spot beside her, signaling Jirou to sit down, but the smaller one decides to take a seat in front of her crush.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something"

Her voice comes out shaky, panic starting to take over her.

Her heart, which started to beat fast as soon as she left Kaminari's room, now's threatening to jump out of her chest.

Jirou has to take a deep breath and close her eyes, to avoid having a heart attack right in front of the girl she's trying to confess to.

She looks down at her own fingers and starts playing with the sheets.

"Then spill the tea. That's how the saying goes, right? Mina's updating me on the latest internet vocabulary"

Even in her nerve-racking position, Jirou manages to let out a chuckle.

Damn you, Yaoyorozu Momo, for being so adorable.

Another deep breath

"You're my best friend, Momo.

You make me feel safe, at ease, special and comfortable like no other.

You bring out a different, better side of me.

When you're near, I'm always in a good mood.

You started to mean so much to me so quickly.

And believe me when I say I tried to stop this... this knot in my chest that shows up whenever I'm around you.

I don't feel any butterfly in my stomach... there's a freaking tornado there.

But I couldn't do anything about it.

This feeling just grew and grew and I risk having a stroke basically every time you look at me.

For once in my life, my mind and my heart are not fighting.

I'm not confused or indecisive, like I was when I had to decide whether to become a hero or a musician.

I know what I want.

And I want you, Momo"

Jirou exhales before carrying on, the tears already starting to reveal in the corners of her eyes

"I'm really sorry.

I had to get it off my chest.

I couldn't hide it very well anyway"

Momo, as the well-mannered girl she is, waits for Jirou to finish before leaning in and taking the other girl's lips in hers.

All the noises around them suddenly vanish.

Almost like they are the only ones in the world.

The planet just shut off, it stops turning to give them the time they deserve for that so greatly desidered kiss.

All the two girls can hear is their hearts quicken at a dangerously fast pace.

But they don't care.

Both would be more than happy to die in this way.

The kiss is tender and slow but full of affection, love and words never spoken.

It's everything the two have wished, hoped and dreamed for.

Reluctantly, Momo and Jirou pull away, but stay a few inches close, forehead resting against forehead.

"S-so... how was it?" Momo asks, insecure, in a shaky breath

Jirou presses both hands to Momo's hot, reddened cheeks.

"Absolutely perfect" she smiles and gives her another peck "But in your fantasies I was the one to lean in, right?"

The smaller one realizes too late what she said and can't stop Momo from pulling away.

Oh god, why can't I keep my mouth shut?

"What d-do you m-mean?" the taller girl barely lets out in a stutter, all flustered and blushing, both for the kiss and Jirou's words

"Well, you see, Mina might have told me something about how you imagined kissing me. But she only did it to convince to come here and tell you how much I'm in love with you"

She tries to say the L word in order to covince Momo to come closer and kiss her again, but the taller girl doesn't dare to look in her direction.

"You're not the only one, you know? I lost count of the times I daydreamed about kissing you. But none was as good as the real thing"

"Really? You did?" the raven haired girl aks while fidgeting with the sheets

"You can bet on it" Jirou admits laughing "I couldn't help it. Your lips are so damn inviting"

The smaller girl stares at her best friend's lips, unapologetically

"Then come here and kiss me" Momo manages to confidently blurt out and starts staring at Jirou, eager to taste those lips again while biting her own.

Jirou notices the look in her best friend's face and she makes a show of slowly getting closer, teasingly.

Until Momo decides she can't wait anymore and crashes their lips together.

The seconds kiss is less timid, far more passionate.

They kiss like they have to make up for all the time they lost wondering if the other liked them back.

Like they're finally complete, two halves of a whole finally combined.

They kiss for what feels like hours, but really it's only a few minutes.

They take a break from all the enthusiastic kissing.

They press their foreheads together, not wanting to pull away the slightest bit.

"I'm going to kill Mina" Jirou giggles at Momo's words

"I think we should thank her instead" Momo feels the other's hand on her cheek and leans in, nodding

"Maybe you're right. But I'm going to kill her first"

The two laugh again, finally happy to fully enjoy each other's presence.

[sweet-and-insane]

So... I've been getting into the Sonic fandom lately. More specificly, the SATAM show. So I made an OC. Hope you like her.

Her name is Ember Ears. She's an assasin who uses a flamethrower to take down her opponents.

Her father was a fire welder and would make tools and decorations from burning metals. She would often watch her father work, which led to her developing a facination with fire. One day, Ixis Naugus attacked her village and killed her father. She had also ended up recieving a scar on her left eye, which she covers up with her hair to this day.

When she grew up, she joined a group of assassins called Team Inferno. However, instead of normal guns, everyone was given a flamethrower, which are quite risky for the assassions. She didn't mind at first, since she was already obsessed with fire, until she found out the reason she was given them.

The boss sees flamethrower as more effective, as the flames can easily surround the enemies. He doesn't care if the assassins themselves perish in the flames, as long as they manage to get the job done. He has plenty of assassins to spare.

One day, she was sent on a mission to assassinate Julian Robotnik. It was much farther away then any of her other missions and by the time she got there, her plane was completely out of fuel and had a lot of damage from being attacked by flying robots. There was no going back. She would ether have to live in Robotropolis for the rest of her life, or die trying to kill Robotnik.

She managed to break into Robotnik's base, but decided against killing him. She was always at risk of dying and she's done doing her boss's dirty work.

She now secretly lives in Robotnik's base, taking out all the robots that end up finding her. No one knows she's there except Julian and Snively. Julian used to send robots after her, but since she kept destroying them, he's given up as to not waste resources. She doesn't really cause any issues anyways. Sometimes, she desides to have a chat with him, much to his annoyance.

She treats Snively like a little kid. She often picks him up and just carries him places, sometimes giving him piggyback rides dispite his protests.

Well, that's everything. I actully put a lot of thought into this one, unlike my other OCs. Feel free to ask questions about her.

[itsamejon-blog]

Update 1

I desided to start writing somewhere to express some positive and negitive emotions as I am now unemployed (thanks COVID-19). I just made an account, and I relize no one will read this probably, but if you do, I can give you a recipie or two for some baked goods as a gift for wasting your time. 

I always found it hard to express my emotions with words, especially because no one around me can really accept that most of my emotions are generally negitive, it’s just who I am. I just feel like a person who has to act like a positive, well rounded, and energetic individual to fit in, when in reality I would like to sit on my couch swearing at anyone on netflix who so much as smiles. I feel like there is an overwhelming undue pressure to pretend to be a “good person” and have a “positive outlook” in society today and I’m not sure i want to keep up the facade.

It is actually quite liberating to write anonymously (I might have spelled that right?) Expressing this feeling of oppressive positivity to freinds and family generally get laghed off like I am making a joke of some type. I gues it’s my fault, I have always made jokes at everyone’s expence (myself included) it is probably natural that they think i am just telling a bad joke that didn’t land.

Anyway I’m done whining today; here are some dark chocolate and cherry cookies I make for folks

2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened

3/4 cup granulated sugar

3/4 cup packed brown sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

2 large eggs

2 cups dark chocolate chips

1 cup dried cherries 

2 tsp bourbon (optional)

375F (190C) for 10 min 

[ashes-and-ashes]

Drarryland #9!

This was really, really fun to write! We have forced bonding, lots of fluff, a bit of angst and of course, Pansy and Blaise being Pansy and Blaise, the two biggest Drarry shippers in Hogwarts. Hope you guys like this - let me know please!

@gameofdrarry

Prompt: Forced Bonding: the fallout of this as told from the POV of either 1) Ron -OR- 2) Blaise -OR- 3) The Minister of Magic - Minimum: 576 words - Maximum: 1675 words.

~

Monday

It really was not Blaise’s fault.

Never mind that he and Pansy had spent 3 months planning this. Never mind that the actual spell itself took 2 weeks to take effect. Never mind that they used some incredibly complicated spell work that would have let them ace their NEWTS for sure.

No, it wasn’t Blaise’s fault at all.

He leans against the wall now, smirking down at Draco and Potter. Both of them are flushed, almost hissing at Blaise, and both of them now had a ring of pure silver wrapped around their middle finger.

It’s interesting, to think of Draco and Potter being together. Blaise had spent the last 4 years of his life listening to Draco, about how Potter was incredibly annoying, immature and infuriating, how just because he’s the chosen one doesn’t mean we all have to bow down before him. It was almost a daily routine - If Draco didn’t mention Potter at least once before breakfast, all of them grew deeply concerned.

Blaise isn’t an idiot. He’s known about Draco, known since 4th year when Draco’s gaze fell on Marcus’ body instead of Millicent’s, known since those awkward dates between him and Pansy. Draco had never told him, not officially, in a household where Gay was uttered right next to mudblood and blood-traitor. Blaise has always known, to some extent.

Of course, all the shagging they did in 6th year didn’t hurt either.

Blaise just leans back, lets that infuriating smirk settle on his lips. It’s winter break, empty courtyards and hallways, and no one wanted to mess with 3 angry 8th years anyways. “So. Here are the rules.”

“Screw the rules.” Potter glares up at him, hair dimples and glasses askew. “What the hell did you do to us?”

Blaise shrugs. “Magic. Unbreakable Connection. We bound you two together for about…” He cocks his head. “5 days. Starting now.”

Draco splutters. “5 days?”

“Yep!” Blaise winks. “Or, you know. However long it takes for you two to decide.”

Potter groans. “Deside what, Zabini?”

Blaise shrugs. “Decide if you two are going to start shagging, or go back to being mortal enemies.” He smirks at the dumbfounded looks that cross both their faces. “Oh, get over it. Pansy and I aren’t blind, you know. We’ve seen you two eye-screwing from across the bleeding hall.”

Draco swears. “Goddamn it Blaise, if I get my hands on you…” He starts forwards, fists clenched when suddenly he jerks back. The silver rings on both his finger and Potter’s glows silver, and Draco curses at the invisible string that binds them together. Blaise nods. “Well. We know it works now!” He sketches a mocking bow. “If you excuse me, I have to go meet Pansy in the library. She’s busy making sure that the potion we put in your breakfast this morning won’t give you some nasty disease. It prevents you from telling anyone, by the way.” He winks at them both. “Enjoy your week!”

Without a backwards glance, Blaise struts down the hall, ignoring the angry cussing from behind him.

~

Tuesday

He’s eating his porridge when Pansy plops down next to him.

He’s exhausted, onto his third cup of coffee. He spent the whole night chatting and plotting with Pansy and he’s regretting it now.

He scowls over at Pansy, chipper as always, delicately eating a chocolate croissant. “How the hell are you so cheerful?”

Pansy shrugs. “I’m always cheerful!”

Blaise shakes his head. “You don’t get hungover. You never get tired. You can eat whatever you want and you have perfect skin.” He groans. “Screw you, Pans.”

Pansy smiles, resting her head on his shoulder. “You wish you could screw me.”

Blaise sticks his tongue out at her, and she shrugs. “How’s the Potty and the Malfoy going?”

Blaise points across the hall with his spoon. “Been arguing for half an hour.”

Pansy follows his gaze, where Potter and Draco stood fighting. Obviously Potter wanted to sit with the Gryffindors, while Draco wanted to sit with the Slytherins, and neither of them were giving in. They stand in the middle of the hall, their tense whispers filling the room.

Pansy sighs. “Why can’t they just kiss already?”

Blaise shakes his head, watching the two bicker. “I don’t know Pans,” he says. “I don’t know.”

~

Wednesday

They watch them, from behind the trees, watches the two of them walk around the grounds. They’re far enough not to hear the conversation, but close enough to see the glances, the small smiles, the way Draco’s hand brushed Potter’s face as he adjusted his glasses.

Pansy lets out a quiet squeal. “Oh my god, they are so perfect together! I ship it so much.”

Blaise nods, watching. There’s something beautiful in their movements, the two of them, the way they knew each other so well. He supposed they did, having spent 8 years in a war together, wasting so much energy on each other.

The line between hatred and love was very thin. Blaise knew that painfully well.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Draco this unguarded before, this relaxed, hasn’t seen him like this since the war had started. Potter brought out something in him, something so different to the boy Blaise used to know.

Pansy steps on his toe, making him wince. “Crap Pans. Do you have to wear the Heels of Death everywhere you go?”

Pansy flips him off. “You’d probably wear them if you could get away with it.” She pauses. “Anyways, we need a ship name for the two of them.”

Blaise shrugs. “Harco, Palfoy, Motter?”

Pansy frowns. “Nah. I’ll think of it.”

Blaise just laughs, quietly, turning back to watch the two of them. “Take your time, Pansy. Take your time.”

~

Thursday

They sit on the tower together, watching them fly.

Close, so close together, in perfect and compete unison. Their brooms pressed next to each other’s, legs almost touching, flying in huge circles and arcs across the quickly-darkening sky.

It’s beautiful, the way Draco and Harry flew, the way they were able to dance across the air.

Blaise leans back, into Pansy’s shoulders. It was slightly chilly outside, the stars bright above them. Pansy rests her head on Blaise’s, her legs bare. The Heels of Death lie on the stones, Blaise’s feet dangling over the edge of the roof.

Pansy smiles. “You know, for someone who claims not to care, you seem awfully invested in this relationship Blaise.”

Blaise shrugs. “So are you.”

“Yes, but I wasn’t the one who dragged us up here just to watch Potter and Draco fly.” Pansy winks. “Turning into a fanboy?”

Blaise scowls at her. “Oh, shut up.” Pansy smirks at him, and he exhales. “I just want him to be happy, you know? Draco, I mean.”

Pansy raises her eyebrows, Blaise’s words stumbling over one another. “It’s just…” He swallows. “The War. We were too young, all of us. Every single one of us were too young. You know. You know what Draco did, what he was forced to do. You know what they did to us. You’re maybe the only person besides Draco who truly knows what the war stole from us.”

Pansy’s eyes darkened, her face draining of blood as she nods. Blaise sighs. “He deserves to be happy. We all do.”

“Who did you lose, Blaise?” Pansy’s voice is a near-whisper. “Who did you lose?”

Blaise lets out a bitter laugh. “It was a boy. It was always a boy. A muggle. And he died.”

Pansy closes her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Blaise just swallows. There’s a pair of letters carved into the stone in front of him, dark against the stone. It’s just two initials, RL + SB, and he presses his fingers into the indents. “Shit happens. We move on.”

Pansy shakes her head. “Do we though?”

Blaise’s throat has closed up, making talking, swallowing, breathing painful. He shrugs. “It’s the best we can do.”

They sit there in silence for awhile, watching the silhouettes of two boys against the setting sun, the memories heavy in their heads. Pansy clears her throat. “Well.” Her voice is hoarse, clogged, and she coughs before giving Blaise a small smile. “I finally thought of their ship name.”

Blaise raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Pansy just brings her lips close to his ear, and Blaise can feel himself starting to grin as she whispers it.

~

Friday

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry.

He’s back in the hallway with Pansy, both of them with their wands out and there’s Harry and Draco, against the wall, snogging fiercely.

Blaise sighs. “God, Pansy, I wish I could bleach my goddamn eyeballs.”

The two of them jump apart, both breathing heavily, and Blaise would pay money to see the expression that passed over Harry’s face again. “What. The. Hell?”

Pansy lifts her hands, exposing her palms. “Hey. We were going to reverse the enchantment, but, um, if you’re into that sort of...ropes and things, we can keep it on…”

Draco glares at her. “Traitor.”

Pansy smiles back sweetly. “You’re welcome.”

“Merlin’s saggy left - “ Harry thrusts his hands out in front of him, blushing furiously. “Can you undo the bloody spell?”

“No,” Blaise tells him, and Harry flips him off. He sighs. “Fine. Give me your hand.”

With a suspicious look, Harry places his hand in Blaise’s. He flicks his wand, and the silver ring around his finger disappears. Pansy does the same with Draco, and before long, the two of them stand there, pissed off and angry.

Blaise gives them a small salute. “And with that, we’re off before you guys start shagging. Thank us later. Invite us to the wedding!”

Pansy winks. “And your ship name is Drarry! Just thought you wanted to know that.”

They manage to flee down the hall moments before Harry’s wand flies down and hits the wall where their heads were moments before.

[graycatnebula]

Does anyone else get triggered and just not express it because you know its a over reaction but still its tearing you up inside

[ragnvdnir]

*drops mic after seeing this gigantic reply* 👁👄👁 I think i just unleashed the tot beast

Before i jump into this, great to know you've been doing well! I'm also excited for 2.8 and Kazuha 😍 no primos tho coz i wasted it all on Xiao :)

I was looking at mihoyo's new game ZZZ when i came across a guy from tot, he was on the beach with MC? I think? Found his name; Marius and searched him up and god damn it was he so freaking hot!!! 🤤🤤 *chokes on air* I actually downloaded the game but can't play it coz i have no storage 😐

After reading your reply i might have changed my initial assumptions about the boys 🤔👀

Luke... i wasn't sure about him at first but after this he might jump up to my favs (even tho i barely know any of them 😅) he's cute but idk... didn't really feel him but i am a sucker for childhood friends to loves!!!

Marius was def on top untill you told me about his personality 😃 maybe I'm still a simp for him but idk about the teasing and love hate realationship.... i still want him tho😐

Ok Vyn was not my fav but after reading what you said??? I might change my mind 👀 1) yes! I wanna live a lavish life! Castle, ballrooms, the whole shebang 😤 And 2) honestly i wouldn't mind these red flags coz i feel like i need someone like that to keep my ditzy side under control??? 🤷🏻‍♀️ And read me too coz sometimes even idk what i want 😅

Malewife and househusband??😳 Say no more where do i sign up! Artem was second on my first impression list mainly because he was the oldest... but now i think i love him more??

HSHSNSK WHT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME 😐 how do i deside between them?? Can i have em all 🙏🏻

-☘

you asked for it😒😒 /j

OH IS THE CARD WHERE THE MC IS ON THE TOP OF HIM WHILE DRINKING?? bc that card got me👀👀👀

i feel u anon😭 storage was my biggest problem too so i didn't play tot for months (i think i first played around september last year? before the lost gold event) i missed a lot of good events and cards🤧🤧

AS YOU SHOULD??? LUKE IS VERY VERY CUTE I WANNA NOMNOM HIM👹👹 HAVE U SEEN HIS LITTLE FANGS?? *faints* have a little break sir my heart is about to burst😩

LMAOO I CANT WISJDKKSKS but besides the teasing marius is actually caring and thoughtful. i really just cant put up with his flirty remarks so its love hate👉👈

RIGHT??? FINALLY SOMEONE THAT GETS ME😩😩 VYN IS MWAH MWAH I WAS IMMEDIATELY ATTRACTED TO HIM🙏🙏 we need a therapist anon🙋🙋 tldr: we need vyn

OH LAWD ARTEM REALLY HITS DIFFERENT TO ME THESE DAYS🧎‍♀️💍 there's just something in older men that got me like😗😗 its probably the maturity his mindset is just 💘💘 im like sir are you available for a marriage??💍💍 he's awkward at first since he's single since birth and haven't experienced sooo but do i look like i care?? im not loud and funny(?) for nothing🙄🙄 /j nah bc he's my standard. dude reads romace/psychology books bc its his first time falling inlove 🙏🙏 (forgot where i saw this info but yeah)

thats my question too tbh. simple, just be rosa(mc)

[selkie-elf]

Sweet tunes

Day 5 of @tazrarepairweek Au Day! Desided to go with some Modern au Spiderbard :3

He was playing again. Sweet sounds of a violin could be heard loud and clear in the small pet store.

” So have you chosen what you want already?” Brian forced a smile on his face. Brian wanted to be done with the customer quickly. It was his break time and this old lady had been trying to pick a fish for what felt like hours. Finally the lady pointed on one of tanks which had neon tetras swimming in it. Brian quickly scooped the five tetras in to a plastic  bag and handed the old lady a small booklet about aquarium keeping and made sure that the lady had a tank of a right size.  As soon as the bell above the door rang as mark of the customer leaving, Brian ran to the break room.

”Carey your shift starts now! I’ll go have something to eat! Take care of the store, bye!” Brian gleefully announced and grabbed his wallet from the counter. He took off his workjacket and untied his hair from the tight bun.

”Okay B! But if you are late again, I’ll tell Leon!” Carey laughed as she tied her shoelaces. Brian blew a small kiss to his co-worker and flipped her off before he ran to the street.

 There was already a small crowd surrounding him. People who also had heard the magnificent melody of the violinist. His case was on his feet and one by one the people around him would drop coins in it.

Brian was a bit too late.  As he arrived, people were already clapping their hands and throwing more  coins in to the violin case. The musician bowed with roaring round of applause. Most of the people had started to leave, couple curious ones were still talking to the young man, complimenting him and praising his skills. The dude however seemed pretty uninterested in them, as he was just trying to focus on trying to count his daily earnings. He just flashed small smiles and nodded as an older man tried to convince him, that he should join an orcheresta and how his skills were wasted on the street. He quickly gathered his stuff and started to walk away.

 Brian kind of woke up from his daze and took a deep breath. In his head he had gone throug this scenario many times. He just hoped he wasn’t blushing too hard. Brian started to take big leaps as he tried to reach the musician.

”I’m sorry”, Brian tapped the handsome musician’s shoulder. The man turned around and took his headphones off.

”Yeah?” his voice was almost monotone. Brian gulped down and offered the twenty dollar bill in his hands.

”I’m sorry I was late for your show. Please take this!” Brian quickly coughed and straightened his back, as he had almost bowed in front of the musician. The man just laughed and Brian felt the blush rising on his cheeks again.

”Hey, I’ve seen you before. You are Brian aren’t you?” the man laughed.

”How do you know my name?” Brian asked confused. This was the first time he had actually had some courage to talk to man.

”My friend Carey works in the same pet store as you. I’ve heard that you really like my music. My name is Johann, by the way”, Johann got the feeling that he was going to miss his next bus to home anyway, so he could just as well introduce himself to his new tall friend, who had a weirdly adorable voice.

” Ah! Talking about the pet store, I should probably get something to eat. So yeah, enjoyed your show, love your music can you take the money now” Brian started to ramble, offering the bill to Johann more eagerly. Johann just smiled gently.

”Sorry but the show is over, I don’t need your money” Johann laughed.

”Oh. Okay, sorry to bother” Brian sighed dissapointed, jamming the bill back to his wallet as he started to walk towards the nearest cafe.

”But if you want, you could offer me a lunch with that twenty!” Johann yelled, catching up with Brian.

[thecreativeangel]

Junior Year In Queens Would Include...

If you don’t understand some references in this part, read the first two parts in the series.

Freshman Year

Sophomore Year

- After the entire summer you had barely seen Peter, partly because you were avoiding him, and partly because when you tried to hang out, he was busy. (Although you knew from Ned that Peter did indeed talk a lot about Evelyn. Oh goody.)

- Plus side: ….

- Actually there isn’t one. 

- Ahh, junior year is going to be interesting.

-  But at the beginning of school May (you can call her May because you love her and she loves you and she’s like a sister instead on an aunt) invites you over. Obviously you can’t say no, May is just too awesome to say no to. 

- You just wanted a quiet night to watch movies and you almost got your wish. Key word: almost. *sigh* 

- Authors Note: Guys… just-just take a guess to who was sitting beside Peter when you arrived. *Jazz hands* *Confetti rains down from the sky* It’s EVELYN. Yayyy….

- Peter smiles really wide when he sees you, and so does Evelyn, except her smile is like someone dumped ice cream, candy, chocolate, whipped cream and tons of actual sugar into a blender and force fed it to you. Or in other words, sickeningly sweet to the point where you wanna throw up.

- You kind of stare intently at the screen as Evelyn and Peter do weird couple shit without even being a couple. Ex: Holding hands and thinking no one sees them, Evelyn starts feeding Peter popcorn halfway through the movie? Her hand is on his thigh and you’re kinda beyond the point of nausea and more to the point of fRICKING PROJECTILE VOMITING YOUR DISGUST OUT RIGHT INTO HER PERFECT SLEEK HAIR BECAUSE DAMN IT CAN YOU NOT GROPE MY BEST FRIEND IN FRONT OF ME? THANKS???

- You get up to “get more popcorn” and god damn it you just stay in the kitchen for a while. May walks in (and being the awesome person she is) automatically sees Evelyn and Peter’s gross shit, and you standing there behind the kitchen counter, looking bored and uncomfortable.

- GOD BLESS HER, SHE FIGURES IT OUT. THANK FUCK FOR AUNT MAY.

- Her eyes narrow and your breath catches cuz when May narrows her eyes, everyone in the room is in for a nasty shit show. 

- You have to whisper so Peter wouldn’t hear you.

- “May, I’m fine, really. This popcorn is uh… taking a long time to pop?”

- “(Name), I love you, you’re a very smart girl, but you’re a shit lair. The popcorn isn’t even in the microwave.”

- “S-shit?”

- Thank GOD the movie ended, cuz after yelling bye to Peter and May you’re out of there sooo fast. 

- Peter keeps asking you and Michelle about what girls like, and every time you and Michelle look at each other and roll your eyes, because damn it Peter how would we know we’re boyish nerds not popular barbie dolls.

- There’s a winter formal coming up and of course Peter wants to go with Evelyn. He asks you about EVERYTHING. 

- “Hey, do you think she wants to match? What about the corsage? Should I cut my hair? I heard her say she likes shorter hair.”

- So you finally explode. (Well kind of. It’s still Peter, so you don’t explode, but just go ‘pop’. It’s really hard to be mad at him, and you did your best.)

 - “Peter, I am a NERD. I might not even GO. I’ve never spent more than five minutes on my clothes, much less wasted time to make sure they match. Your hair is fine. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll help you get ready.”

- So here you are, helping May get Peter ready for the dance. 

- “What are you going to do with my hair?”

- “I have an idea.”

- You make Peter wash his hair and leave it curly. 

- “(Name), can you pass the hair gel?”

- Instead, you reach over as Peter is brushing his hair and ruffle it like crazy.

- *Internal screaming because it’s sO FUCKING SOFT AJIANCIWCN*

- “wHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

- “Calm your shit Peter it looks better when it’s messy.”

- After he leaves you go to Michelle’s house and chill with her, as she also chose to skip. 

- Peter and Ned keep texting you photos and it’s very annoying. 

- After a about forty minutes of almost non stop texting, (most of them texts were pictures of Evelyn and Peter dancing) you calmly took your phone and repeatedly slammed it against the couch cushion. Michelle just snorts.

- “Why don’t you just mute the group chat?”

- “...fUCK OKAY.”

- Fast forward to the last months of the school year, Peter and Evelyn aren’t dating yet but the entire school ships them, and Evelyn finds the BEST ways to hurt you when he’s not looking.

- Sticking her foot out to trip you, snide comments about your clothes, sometimes when you’re talking she’ll “accidentally” act like she wasn’t listening, etc... 

- Peter obviously doesn’t hang out with you guys as much. I mean, he’s dating THE most popular girl at school. He tries to talk to you guys, but it doesn’t work out because random girls (and sometimes guys) hit on him, and it’s really awkward. 

- “Hi (Name), do you wan’t to watch a movie a-”

- *A random girl asking him for the tenth time, looking ready to pop out of her shirt* “Ohmygoddoyouwannacometomypartytonightbecauseitsgonnabegreat.”

- *You, maybe a tiny bit pissed* “Oh. my. god. can. you. please. stop. trying. to. get. him. to. fuck. you. please. and. thank. you.”

- IN THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL. YOU THINK: “Wow, I made it through the year without being made into a complete idiot.”

- THEN DIS BITCH (Evelyn). DESIDES TO TALK BAD. ABOUT MICHELLE. TO HER OTHER FRIENDS. 

- NO ONE TALKS BAD ABOUT MICHELLE WITHOUT GETTING THEIR ASS WHOOPED.

- NO ONE. YOU HEAR? NO. ONE. 

- After like thirty seconds you’ve had enough, and actually start to yell out of nowhere. 

- “What the frick frack diddily dack patty wack snick snack crack pack slack mack quarterback crackerjack backtrack thumbtack did you just say about my best friend you psychotic bitchy fuck.”

 - Oh THAT didn’t go well.

- Her tall ass friends surrounded you in seconds, and she was way too close.

- You didn’t mean to, but years of being bullied meant that when someone you don’t like is too close, you punch them.

- She... she ended up with a very bad black eye. 

- And Peter just had to show up right then and there. You could have sworn he looked angrier than you ever saw him. He was all over Evelyn, with the “are you okay”s and “what happened”s. 

- Her friends blocked them from your view, there was no way out. The only one who got to tell her side of the story... was Evelyn. 

- Peter looked at you once. Just once. It was the first time you felt unsafe because of him. Because he looked ready to hurt you. And the fact that he would have hurt you if you stayed there any longer was what stung the most, but you didn’t wait to test that theory. 

- You fucking ran out of school and didn’t look back, barely noticing that you were almost run over by cars sprinting across the road. 

- Your parents made you go to school the next day. Evelyn’s friends were there, of course. One moment you were in the hallway, then in the girls bathroom, then running again as they chased you off school grounds. 

- Delmar’s sandwich shop was where you hid for a good hour, just walking around the isles with a black eye, a bruised jaw and a limp. 

- Mr. Delmar finally saw you and (thank all that is holy) didn’t call the school. Your parents were overseas for another business trip and wouldn’t answer either, so he gave you an ice pack and listened to how your week went. (You left out the whole Peter and Evelyn thing.)

- His daughter came out, and was really understanding. She gave you the address to a “really cheap special defense gym”, which was cool. 

- You avoided Peter (and basically everyone) until school ended. 

- And when it did end... Boy did you run to that self defensive gym faster than a hyperactive kid on white power. (Relax it’s sugar. I think...)

- Turns out it was an abandoned underground boxing gym, gREAT RIGHT?

-That summer was spend by sneaking out of your apartment, mercilessly attacking old punching bags and using the exposed support beams on the roof as an obstacle course at the abandoned gym. 

- Whenever you felt like giving up you remembered how helpless you felt in front of Peter of all people, and that made you angry like nothing else could. 

- Being Mr. Stark’s assistant and working at his lab also meant you got to use the new Avengers headquarters to tinker with hand made weapons and (probably) illegal chemicals. Mr. Stark would often see the bruises from your training and ask lots of questions. 

- “So... you’re not secretly a super villain, right kid?” 

- *sigh* “For the last time, no Mr. Stark.”

- One thing was for sure, you would never let anyone hurt you again. See you in senior year, Evelyn. 

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Accordwing to awl known waws of aviwation,   der is no way a bwee should be abwle to fwy.   Its wings are too wittle to get its fat wittle body off de gwound.   De bwee, of cwourse, fwies anyway   becwauwse bwees don't care what hwumans thwink is impwossible. OwO   Ywellow, bwack. Ywellow, bwack. Ywellow, bwack. Ywellow, bwack.   Ooh, bwack and ywellow! Wet's shake it up a wittle.   Barry! Bweakfast is weady!   OwO Coming!   Hang on a secwend.   Hewwo?   - Barry? - Adam?   - Oan you bewieve dis is happwening? - I can't. I'll pick you up.   Lookwing sharp.   Uwse te stairs. Your fawther pwaid gud munny for dose.   Sowwy. I'm excitwed.   Hewre's te gwaduate. We're wery pwoud of you, son. >w<   A pewrfect report card, awl B's.   Wery pwoud.   Ma! I got a thing gowing hewre.   - You got wint on your fuzz. - Ow! Dat's me! >-<   - Wave to us! We'll be in rwow 118,000. - Bye!   Barry, I twold you, stop fwying in te houwse!

- Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is dat fuzz gel? - A wittle. Special day, graduation. Never tot I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. dose were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked awound dehive. You did come back diffwent. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks gud. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You gowwing to defuneral? - No, I'm nwot gowwing. Ewerybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could hav just gotten out of deway. I love dis incorporating an amuwsement park into our day. dat's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under decircumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - bwee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bwees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. dat concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! hwere we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside detram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A wittle scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of deHexagon Group. dis is it! Wow. Wow. We know dat you, as a bwee, hav worked your whole life to get to depoint whwere you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant pwollwen Jocks bring denectar to dehive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into dis soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - dat girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - wight. You're wight. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve ewery aspect of bwee existence. dees bwees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you tink he makes? - nwot enough. hwere we hav our watest advancement, deKrelman. - What does dat do? - Oatches dat wittle strand of honey dat hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on deKrelman? Of cwourse. Most bwee jobs are small ones. But bwees know dat ewery small job, if it's done well, mweans a lot. But choose carefully becwauwse you'll stay in dejob you pick for derest of your life. desame job derest of your life? I didn't know dat. What's dedifference? You'll be happy to know dat bwees, as a speciwes, havn't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! dat blew my mind! "What's dedifference?" How can you say dat? One job forever? dat's an insane choice to hav to make. I'm relieved. Now we only hav to make one dweciswun in life. But, Adam, how could they never hav told us dat? Why would you question anything? We're bwees. We're demost perfwectly functioning society on Earth. You ever tink maybe things work a wittle too well hwere? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear degate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a secwend. Oheck it out. - Hey, dose are pwollwen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen dem dis close. They know what it's like outside dehive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did gwate! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder whwere they were. - I don't know. Their day's nwot planned. Outside dehive, fwying who knows whwere, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a pwollwen Jock. You hav to be bred for dat. wight. Look. dat's more pwollwen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. bwees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and deladies see you wearing it. dose ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at dees two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - wet's hav fun with dem. It must be dangerous being a pwollwen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with deother, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never tot I'd knock him out. What were you doing during dis? Trying to alert deauthorities. I can autograph dat. A wittle gusty out dere today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunfwower patch six miles from hwere tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're nwot up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are nwot! We're gowwing 0900 at J-Gate. What do you tink, buzzy-boy? Are you bwee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 mweans. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, dere's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing desame job ewery day? Son, wet me tell you about stirring. You grab dat stick, and you just move it awound, and you stir it awound. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, demore I tink about it, maybe dehoney field just isn't wight for me. You were tinking of what, making balloon animals? dat's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's nwot sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm nwot trying to be funny. You're nwot funny! You're gowwing into honey. Our son, destirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see desticks I hav. I could say anything wight now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! wet's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shav my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call ewerybody "dawg"! I'm so pwoud. - We're starting work today! - Today's deday. Oome on! All degud jobs will be gone. Yeah, wight. pwollwen counting, stunt bwee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still availabwle? - Hang on. Two left! One of dem's yours! Oongratulations! Step to deside. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are weady! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's availabwle? Restroom attendant's open, nwot for dereason you tink. - Any chance of getting deKrelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sowwy, deKrelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. deKrelman opened up again. What happwened? A bwee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Anwother dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from deneck up. Dead from deneck down. dat's life! Oh, dis is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bwee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector numbwer seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you tink I should... Barry? Barry! All wight, we've got desunfwower patch in quadrant nine... What happwened to you? Whwere are you? - I'm gowwing out. - Out? Out whwere? - Out dere. - Oh, no! I hav to, before I go to work for derest of my life. You're gonna die! You're cwazy! hewwo? Anwother call coming in. If anyone's fweeling brave, dere's a Korean deli on 83rd dat gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at dat. - Isn't dat dekid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna twake him up. Really? fweeling lucky, are you? Sign hwere, hwere. Just initial dat. - tank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bwees cannwot fwy 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 bweer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home becwauwse of it, babbling like a cicada! - dat's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bwee law numbwer one, absolutely no talking to hwumans! All wight, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! bwack and ywellow! hewwo! You weady for dis, 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, wet's move it out! Pound dose petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain dose fwowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't bewieve I'm out! So blue. I fweel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! fwowers! dis is Blue Leader. We hav roses visual. Bring it awound 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it awound. Stand to deside, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. dat is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pwollwen hwere, sprinkle it over hwere. Maybe a dash over dere, a pinch on dat one. See dat? It's a wittle bit of magic. dat's amazing. Why do we do dat? dat's pwollwen power. More pwollwen, more fwowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bwight ywellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need dose? Oopy dat visual. Wait. One of dees fwowers seems to be on demove. Say again? You're reporting a moving fwower? Affirmative. dat was on deline! dis is decoolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving dis color. It smells gud. nwot like a fwower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a wittle grabby. My sweet lord of bwees! Oandy-brain, get off dere! pwoblem! - Guys! - dis could be bad. Affirmative. wery close. Gonna hurt. Mama's wittle boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! hwelp me! I don't tink dees are fwowers. - Should we tell him? - I tink he knows. What is dis?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, becwauwse you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. dere's a bwee in decar! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bwee. - He's back hwere! He's gowwing 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... detension level out hwere is unbelievabwle. I gotta get home. Oan't fwy in rain. Oan't fwy in rain. Oan't fwy in rain. Mayday! Mayday! bwee gowwing down! Ken, could you close dewindow please? Ken, could you close dewindow please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More hwumans. I don't need dis. What was dat? Maybe dis time. dis time. dis time. dis time! dis time! dis... Drapes! dat is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's numbwer one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for dat... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to dem. They're out of their minds. When I weave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't bewieve what I say. dere's desun. Maybe dat's a way out. I don't remember desun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could fweel it getting hotter. At first I tot it was just me. Wait! Stop! bwee! Stand back. dees are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to dem! dis thing could kill me! Why does his life hav less value than yours? Why does his life hav any less value than mine? Is dat your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capabwle of fweeling. My brochure! dere you go, wittle guy. I'm nwot scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put dat 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. wight. Bye, Vanessa. tanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt nite? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on dere. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All wight, hwere it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bwee law. You're nwot supposed to talk to a hwuman. I can't bewieve I'm doing dis. 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, dat's no gud. hwere she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sowwy. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sowwy. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall gowwing to bed. Well, I'm sure dis is wery disconcerting. dis is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bwee! I am. And I'm nwot supposed to be doing dis, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to tank you. It's just how I was raised. dat was a wittle weird. - I'm talking with a bwee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bwee. And debwee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll weave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do dat? - What? detalking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - dat's wery funny. - Yeah. bwees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we hav to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It twakes 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. - hav some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Whwere? - dees stripes don't hwelp. You look gwate! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all wight? No. He's making detie in decab as they're fwying up Madison. He finally gets dere. He wuns up desteps into dechurch. dewedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I tot you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is dat a bwee joke? dat's dekind of stuff we do. Yeah, diffwent. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for dehive, but I can't do it deway they want. I know how you fweel. - 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 fwowers. Our new queen was just elected with dat same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... dere's my hive wight dere. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm wight off deTurtle Pond! No way! I know dat area. I lost a toe ring dere once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why nwot? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try dat. - You all wight, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, dis has bween gwate. tanks for decoffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. sowwy I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up derest of my life. Are you...? Oan I twake a piece of dis with me? Sure! hwere, hav a crumb. - tanks! - Yeah. All wight. Well, den... I guess I'll see you awound. Or nwot. OK, Barry. And tank you so much again... for before. Oh, dat? dat was nwothing. Well, nwot nwothing, but... Anyway... dis can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull dechute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was descariest, happiest moment of my life. hwumans! I can't bewieve you were with hwumans! Giant, scary hwumans! What were they like? hwuge and cwazy. They talk cwazy. They eat cwazy giant things. They drive cwazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of dem. But some of dem 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 bwee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, nwot a wasp. - Spider? - I'm nwot attracted to spiders. I know it's dehottest thing, with deeight legs and all. I can't get by dat face. So who is she? She's... hwuman. No, no. dat's a bwee law. You wouldn't break a bwee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a hwuman florist! We're nwot dating. You're fwying outside dehive, talking to hwumans dat attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. dis is over! Eat dis. dis is nwot over! What was dat? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And dat's nwot what they eat. dat's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are nwot dem! We're us. dere's us and dere's dem! Yes, but who can deny deheart dat is yearning? dere's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You hav got to start tinking bwee, my fwiend. tinking bwee! - tinking bwee. - tinking bwee. tinking bwee! tinking bwee! tinking bwee! tinking bwee! dere he is. He's in depool. You know what your pwoblem is, Barry? I gotta start tinking bwee? How much longer will dis go on? It's bween three days! Why aren't you workwing? I've got a lot of big life dweciswuns to tink about. What life? You hav no life! You hav no job. You're barely a bwee! Would it kill you to make a wittle honey? Barry, come out. Your fawther's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got ewerything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch dis! Vanessa! - We're still hwere. - I told you nwot to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - den why yell at me? - becwauwse you don't listen! I'm nwot listening to dis. sowwy, I've gotta go. - Whwere are you gowwing? - I'm meeting a fwiend. A girl? Is dis why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's bwee-ish. They hav a hwuge parade of fwowers ewery year in Pasadena? To be in deTournament of Roses, dat's ewery florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by fwowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do deroses compete in athwetic events? No. All wight, I've got one. How come you don't fwy ewerywhwere? It's exhausting. Why don't you wun ewerywhwere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All wight, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? dat's insane! You don't hav dat? We hav Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bwees! You must want to sting all dose jerks. We try nwot to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you hav to watch your temper. wery carefully. You kick a wall, twake a walk, write an angry wetter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my gudness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's nwot bothering anybwudy. Get out of hwere, you creep! What was dat? 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 dat down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in dename of Mighty Hercules is dis? How did dis get hwere? Oute bwee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he dat actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is dis hwere? - For people. We eat it. You don't hav enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - bwees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! dere's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! bwees don't know about dis! dis is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've twaken our homes, schools, hospitals! dis is all we hav! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to debottom of dis. I'm getting to debottom of all of dis! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is hwere. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just weave dis nice honey out, with no one awound. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Whwere you getting desweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I tot we were fwiends. delast thing we want to do is upset bwees! You're too wate! It's ours now! You, sir, hav crossed dewrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Whwere is dehoney coming from? Tell me whwere! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happwened hwere? dees faces, they never knew what hit dem. And now they're on deroad to nowhwere! Just keep still. What? You're nwot dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything dat moves. Whwere you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something hwuge hwere. I'm gowwing to Alaska. Moose bwood, cwazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm gowwing to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All wight. Uh-oh! - What is dat?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bwee! Why does ewerything hav to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out dewindow! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - bwee! - Moose bwood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off deradio. Whassup, bwee boy? Hey, bwood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as deeye could see. Wow! I assume whwerever dis truck goes is whwere they're getting it. I mean, dat honey's ours. - bwees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. nwot us, man. We on our own. Ewery 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 deworld. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfwy. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Moosebwood's about to weave debuilding! So long, bwee! - Hey, guys! - Moosebwood! I knew I'd catch y'all down hwere. Did you bring your cwazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is dis place? A bwee's got a brain desize of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out denew smoker. - Oh, sweet. dat's deone you want. deThomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice denicotine, all detar. A couple breaths of dis knocks dem wight out. They make dehoney, and we make demoney. "They make dehoney, and we make demoney"? Oh, my! What's gowwing 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 hwere. We had no choice. dis is your queen? dat's a man in women's clothes! dat's a drag queen! What is dis? Oh, no! dere's hundreds of dem! bwee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! dis is worse than anything bears hav done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you hwumans are taking our honey? dat's a rumor. Do dees look like rumors? dat's a conspiracy theory. dees are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in dis? He's bween talking to hwumans. - What? - Talking to hwumans?! He has a hwuman girlfwiend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do nwot. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? debwees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. dose cwazy legs kept me up all nite. Barry, dis is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bwees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember dat. What wight do they hav 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 bwee do? Sting dem whwere it really hurts. In deface! deeye! - dat would hurt. - No. Up denose? dat's a killer. dere's only one place you can sting dehwumans, one place whwere it matters. Hive at Five, dehive's only full-hour action news source. No more bwee beards! With Bob Bumble at deanchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - gud evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bwee, Barry Benson, intends to sue dehwuman race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow nite on bwee Larry King, we'll hav three former queens hwere in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out dis week on Hexagon. Tonite we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever tink, "I'm a kid from dehive. I can't do dis"? bwees hav never bween afraid to change deworld. What about bwee Oolumbus? bwee Gandhi? Bejesus? Whwere I'm from, we'd never sue hwumans. We were tinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? debwee community is supporting you in dis case, which will be detrial of debwee century. You know, they hav a Larry King in dehwuman 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 debottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and hwere live. Always leans foward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, wery Jewish. In tennis, you attack at depoint of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm nwot gonna twake advantage of dat? Quiet, please. Actual work gowwing on hwere. - Is dat dat same bwee? - Yes, it is! I'm hwelping him sue dehwuman race. - hewwo. - hewwo, bwee. dis is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I bewieve. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cauwse we're really busy workwing. But it's our yogurt nite! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt nite so difficult?! You poor thing. You two hav bween at dis for hours! Yes, and Adam hwere has bween a hwuge hwelp. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try nwot to uwse decompetition. So why are you hwelping me? bwees hav gud qualities. And it twakes my mind off deshop. Instead of fwowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. dose are gwate, if you're three. And artificial fwowers. - Oh, dose just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. bwees must hate dose fake things! nwothing worse than a daffodil dat's had work done. Maybe dis could make up for it a wittle bit. - dis 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 dehwumans, they won't be abwle to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene hwere in downtown Manhattan, whwere deworld anxiously waits, becwauwse for defirst time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybwee can actually speak. What hav we gotten into hwere, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't bewieve how many hwumans don't work during deday. You tink billion-dollar multinational food companies hav gud lawyers? Ewerybody needs to stay behind debarricade. - What's dematter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't debwee team. You boys work on dis? All rise! deHonorabwle Judge Bumbweton presiding. All wight. Oase numbwer 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry bwee Benson v. deHoney Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing defive food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all debwees of deworld? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're weady to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of dejury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she bewieved it was man's divine wight to benefit from debounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in detopsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just tink of what would it mean. I would hav to negotiate with desilkworm for deelastic in my britches! Talking bwee! How do we know dis isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, dere's no trickery hwere. I'm just an ordinary bwee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bwees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, dere are some people in dis room who tink they can twake it from us 'cauwse we're dewittle guys! I'm hoping dat, after dis is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you nwot only twake ewerything we hav but ewerything we are! I wish he'd dress like dat all detime. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you hav. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide bweekeepers for our farms. bweekeeper. I find dat to be a wery disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bwee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. becwauwse you don't free bwees. You keep bwees. nwot only dat, it seems you tot a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're wery lovabwle creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like dis? Bears kill bwees! How'd you like his head crashing through your wiving room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, dat's enough. twake him away. So, Mr. Sting, tank you for being hwere. Your name intrigues me. - Whwere hav I heard it before? - I was with a band called dePolice. But you've never bween a police officer, hav you? No, I havn't. No, you havn't. And so hwere we hav yet anwother example of bwee culture casually stolen by a hwuman for nwothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. hav you ever bween stung, Mr. Sting? becwauwse I'm fweeling a wittle stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! dat's nwot his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, bewated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. tank you. tank you. I see from your resume dat you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil dat's weady to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is dat a crime? nwot yet it isn't. But is dis what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, hwelpless bwees so you don't hav to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow wight now! dis isn't a gudfella. dis is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on dis creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in dis court! - You're all tinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I tink it was awfully nice of dat bear to pitch in like dat. I tink dejury's on our side. Are we doing ewerything wight, legally? I'm a florist. wight. Well, hwere's to a gwate team. To a gwate team! Well, hewwo. - Ken! - hewwo. I didn't tink you were coming. No, I was just wate. I tried to call, but... debattery. I didn't want all dis to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, dat was lucky. dere's a wittle left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm nwot much for degame myself. deball's a wittle grabby. dat's whwere I usually sit. wight... dere. Ken, Barry was lookwing at your resume, and he agreed with me dat eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You tink I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find dewightjob. We hav dat in common. Do we? bwees hav 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking decrud out. dat's just what I was tinking about doing. Ken, I wet Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope dat was all wight. I'm gowwing to drain deold stinger. Yeah, you do dat. Look at dat. You know, I've just about had it with your wittle mind games. - What's dat? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, dat's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuabwle than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall dat! I tink something stinks in hwere! I love desmell of fwowers. How do you like desmell of flames?! nwot as much. Water bug! nwot taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! dis is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! dat bowl is gnarly. Except for dose dirty ywellow 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 wittle bwee! And he happwens to be denicest bwee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are dere other bugs in your life? No, but dere are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of dem! Fine! Talking bwees, no yogurt nite... My nerves are fried from riding on dis emotional roller coaster! gudbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sowwy about all dat. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt dere was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for detrial? I bewieve Mr. Montgomery is about out of idewas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson bwee to destand. gud idewa! You can really see why he's considered one of debest lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with dis jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. deonly thing I hav to do to turn dis jury awound is to remind dem of what they don't like about bwees. - You got detweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson bwee, I'll ask you what I tink we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to dat woman? We're fwiends. - gud fwiends? - Yes. How gud? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her wittle... ...bedbug? I've seen a bwee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all debwee children? - Yeah, but... - So dose aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bwee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bwees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm gowwing to pincushion dis guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! devenom! devenom is coursing through my veins! I hav bween felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat dem like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's deonly thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't fweel my legs. What angel of mercy will come foward to suck depoison from my heaving buttocks? I will hav order in dis court. Order! Order, please! decase of dehoneybwees versus dehwuman race took a pointed turn against debwees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is dere much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew dewhole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could hav died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from decafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, dere's a wittle celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and den... and den ecstasy! All wight. You tink it was all a trap? Of cwourse. I'm sowwy. I flew us wight into dis. What were we tinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in dis world. What will dehwumans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put deroaches in motels. dat doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close dat window? - Why? - desmoke. bwees don't smoke. wight. bwees don't smoke. bwees don't smoke! But some bwees are smoking. dat's it! dat's our case! It is? It's nwot over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhwere. Get back to decourt and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're weady for detub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Whwere is derest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. bwees are trained to fwy haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make wery gud time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, havn't dees ridiculous bugs twaken up enough of dis court's valuabwle time? How much longer will we allow dees absurd shenanigans to go on? They hav presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who wun legitimate businesses. I move for a compwete dismissal of dis entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm gowwing to hav to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We hav a terrific case. Whwere is your proof? Whwere is deevidence? Show me desmoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? hwere is your smoking gun. What is dat? It's a bwee smoker! What, dis? dis harmless wittle contraption? dis couldn't hurt a fwy, wet alone a bwee. Look at what has happwened to bwees who hav never bween asked, "Smoking or non?" Is dis what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? wiving out our lives as honey slaves to dewhite man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing despeciwes card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free dees bwees! Free debwees! Free debwees! Free debwees! Free debwees! Free debwees! decourt finds in favor of debwees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! sowwy. I'm OK! You know what dis mweans? All dehoney will finally belong to debwees. Now we won't hav to work so hard all detime. dis is an unholy perversion of debalance of nature, Benson. You'll regret dis. Barry, how much honey is out dere? All wight. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I hav no pants. - What if Montgomery's wight? - What do you mean? We've bween wiving debwee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a compwete shutdown of all bwee work camps. den we want back dehoney dat was ours to begin with, ewery last dwop. We demand an end to deglorification of debear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in dewoods. Wait for my signal. twake him out. He'll hav nauwseous for a few hours, den he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bwee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da hwuman tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it wight dere! gud. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and dere's gallons more coming! - I tink we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey pwoductwen! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey pwoductwen! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't bewieve how much honey was out dere. Oh, yeah? What's gowwing on? Whwere is ewerybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I tink, so what if hwumans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's degwateest thing in deworld! I was excited to be part of making it. dis was my new desk. dis was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're nwot happy. I tot their lives would be better! They're doing nwothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't hav any idewa what's gowwing on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - dis. What happwened hwere? dat is nwot dehalf of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look wery gud, does it? No. And whose fault do you tink dat is? You know, I'm gonna guess bwees. bwees? Specifically, me. I didn't tink bwees nwot needing to make honey would affect all dees things. It's nwotjust fwowers. Fruits, vegetabwles, they all need bwees. dat's our whole SAT test wight dere. twake away produce, dat affects deentire animal kingdom. And den, of cwourse... dehwuman speciwes? So if dere's no more pollination, it could all just go south hwere, couldn't it? I know dis is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - datjust kills you twice. wight, wight. Listen, Barry... sowwy, but I gotta get gowwing. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Whwere are you gowwing? To definal Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to dis weekend becwauwse all defwowers are dying. It's delast chance I'll ever hav to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sowwy. I never meant it to turn out like dis. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are fwowers! - Yes, they are. fwowers, bwees, pwollwen! I know. dat's why dis is delast parade. Maybe nwot. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a hwuge mistwake. dis is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined deplanet. I wanted to hwelp you with defwower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's compwetely closed down. I tot maybe you were remodeling. But I hav anwother idewa, and it's gwateer than my previous idewas combined. I don't want to hear it! All wight, they hav deroses, deroses hav depwollwen. I know ewery bwee, plant and fwower bud in dis park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back hwere with what we've got. - bwees. - Park. - pwollwen! - fwowers. - Repollination! - Across denation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nwothing but fwowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I hav an idewa. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. sowwy, ma'am. Nice brooch. tank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick dewight float. How about dePrincess and dePea? I could be deprincess, and you could be depea! Yes, I got it. - Whwere should I sit? - What are you? - I bewieve I'm depea. - depea? It goes under demattresses. - nwot in dis fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting demarshal. You do dat! dis whole parade is a fiasco! wet's see what dis baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! den all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at deairport, dere's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it bween in your possession deentire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. den if we're lucky, we'll hav just enough pwollwen to do dejob. Oan you bewieve how lucky we are? We hav just enough pwollwen to do dejob! I tink dis is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, dis is Oaptain Scott. We hav a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, dees are cut fwowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up dere and talk to dem. Be careful. Oan I get hwelp with deSky Mall magazine? I'd like to order detalking inflatabwle nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - nwothing. bwee! Don't freak out! My entire speciwes... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. gud awftwernoon, passengers. dis is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to decockpit? And please hurry! What happwened hwere? dere was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is dat anwother bwee joke? - No! No one's fwying deplane! dis is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? dis is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Whwere's depilot? He's unconscious, and so is decopilot. nwot gud. Does anyone onboard hav flight experience? As a matter of fact, dere is. - Who's dat? - Barry Benson. From dehoney trial?! Oh, gwate. Vanessa, dis is nwothing more than a big metal bwee. It's got giant wings, hwuge engines. I can't fwy a plane. - Why nwot? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. dis is Bob Bumble. We hav some wate-breaking news from JFK Airport, whwere a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... dat's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, fwowers and an incapacitated flight crew. fwowers?! We hav a storm in dearea and two individuals at decontrols with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. dere's a bwee on dat 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 bwee shouldn't be abwle to fwy at all. Their wings are too small... havn't we heard dis a million times? "desurface area of dewings and body mass make no sense." - Get dis on deair! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're gowwing live. deway we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey twakes a lot of bwees doing a lot of small jobs. But wet me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to eweryone. dat's why I want to get bwees back to workwing together. dat's debwee way! We're nwot made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - bwack and ywellow! - hewwo! Left, wight, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. dis isn't so hard. bweep-bweep! bweep-bweep! Barry, what happwened?! Wait, I tink we were on autopilot dewhole time. - dat may hav bween hwelping me. - And now we're nwot! So it turns out I cannwot fwy a plane. All of you, wet's get behind dis fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with dewings of deplane! Don't hav to yell. I'm nwot yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's wery hard to concentrate with dat panicky tone in your voice! It's nwot a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do dis! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You hav to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is deplane fwying? I don't know. hewwo? Benson, got any fwowers for a happy occasion in dere? depwollwen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - bwack and ywellow. - hewwo. All wight, wet's dwop dis tin can on debwacktop. Whwere? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nwothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to tink bwee, Barry. - tinking bwee. - tinking bwee. tinking bwee! tinking bwee! tinking bwee! Wait a minute. I tink I'm fweeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring denose down. tinking bwee! tinking bwee! tinking bwee! - What in deworld is on detarmac? - Get some lights on dat! tinking bwee! tinking bwee! tinking bwee! - Vanessa, aim for defwower. - OK. Out deengines. We're gowwing in on bwee power. weady, boys? Affirmative! gud. gud. Easy, now. dat's it. Land on dat fwower! weady? Full reverse! Spin it awound! - nwot dat fwower! deother one! - Which one? - dat fwower. - I'm aiming at defwower! dat's a fat guy in a fwowered shirt. I mean degiant pulsating fwower made of millions of bwees! Pull foward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate awound it. - dis is insane, Barry! - dis's deonly way I know how to fwy. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is dis plane fwying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in dere. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just dwop it. Be a part of it. Aim for decenter! Now dwop it in! dwop it in, woman! Oome on, alweady. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fwy! - Yes. No high-five! - wight. Barry, it worked! Did you see degiant fwower? What giant fwower? Whwere? Of cwourse I saw defwower! dat was genius! - tank you. - But we're nwot done yet. Listen, eweryone! dis wunway is covered with delast pwollwen from delast fwowers availabwle anywhwere on Earth. dat mweans dis is our last chance. We're deonly ones who make honey, pollinate fwowers and dress like dis. If we're gonna survive as a speciwes, dis is our moment! What do you say? Are we gowwing to be bwees, orjust Muwseum of natwural History keychains? We're bwees! Keychain! den fwollow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. hwere. You've earned dis. Yeah! I'm a pwollwen Jock! And it's a perfwect fit. All I gotta do are desleeves. Oh, yeah. dat's our Barry. Mom! debwees are back! If anybwudy needs to make a call, now's detime. I got a fweeling we'll be workwing wate tonite! hwere's your change. hav a gwate awftwernoon! Oan I hwelp who's next? Would you like some honey with dat? It is bwee-approved. Don't forget dees. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just fweel like a piece of meat! I had no idewa. Barry, I'm sowwy. hav you got a moment? Would you excuwse me? My mosquito associate will hwelp you. sowwy I'm wate. He's a lawyer too? I was alweady a bwood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a bweifcase. hav a gwate awftwernoon! Barry, I just got dis hwuge tuwip order, and I can't get dem anywhwere. No pwoblem, Vannie. Just weave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I hwelp who's next? All wight, scwamble, jocks! It's time to fwy. tank you, Barry! dat bwee is wiving my life! wet it go, Kenny. - When will dis nitemare end?! - wet it all go. - Beautiful day to fwy. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of dat office. You hav got to start tinking bwee, my fwiend. - tinking bwee! - Me? Hold it. wet's just stop for a secwend. Hold it. I'm sowwy. I'm sowwy, eweryone. Oan we stop hwere? I'm nwot making a major life dweciswun during a pwoductwen numbwer! All wight. twake ten, ewerybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had vwitually no rehearsal for dat.