#ladies… ladies please… theres enough of me to go around…/j

[cupsy-daisy]

Woagh! 2 posts in 1 day! (Saying this like it’s not uncommon) but have my tma sona!!! These drawings are a month or 2 old but i’m finally posting them!!

This is just my sona from season 1-3 the progression of it n stuff, there were some sketches of 4 and 5 but i never finished them, idk if i will! But idk! We’ll see!

I’m wanna ramble a bit about my sona so if you wanna read it’s under the cut! Grahh

Got the idea from bestie @catattack08 to make it so i got hired at first for redesigning the institute logo, Because i’m a freelance artist, but then i started working on organizing physical files n caseloads on the shelves n stuff.

Hired me (mostly) because i had severe connections to a lot of entities, i had been touched by several throughout my lifetime :p

Nothing major happened to me through season 1 and 2 besides being kinda wary about john and probably agreeing that he murdered leitner in season 3.

So like- my sona story is involved with my friends a lot- and my friend was leaning towards john being innocent so managed to keep contact with him and we both went to georgies house to deliver some books, and i came with them to make sure they didn’t get murdered cuz i was still under the impression he murdered that guy.

John went out for a smoke, got kidnapped, i stepped outside to “have a word” with him abt what really went on and breekon and hope saw me, said “no witnesses” and dragged me along too, i have some drawings of that if anyones interested aaghh

When we were both together we had some time to connect and understand eachother (or as best we could) i was kept for the sake of extra skin in case john didn’t “fit” but anywayss- we bonded a lot and this is probably where i would’ve (in super canon) died, nikola kinda using me as a decoration for the ritual.

BUT i dont think abt that cuz i wanna see what happens if i live, so instead, micheal almost leaves me for dead until helen comes along and letting john and me pass through her door, we both make it back and i gain a lot more mutual respect and understanding for him, we’re both decently good friends now, then everything kinda moves forward from then on.

Until peter comes in, this is already getting long enough but long story short, i was used as a practice dummy for the lonely kinda, and i couldn’t kill em, so i got sent to super hell where martin found me. Talked me out of it, withhh the poowerrr of friendshipppp/j

Thennn i either go back home to @catattack08 orrr i stay and they come, and those have 2 different routes but grahhh idk if i should put it here, feel free to ask!

[pissypuppyboy]

grr back off anon he's MY PUPPYSLUT

anon war …. holding them back by their heads and going ladies and gents please !! theres enough of me to go around ! /j

[smallestclowninthecircus]

Season 3 notes popping off

due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.

ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?

ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.

ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.

ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes

ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.

ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.

ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.

ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.

ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.

ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.

ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.

ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.

ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.

Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.

Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?

ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?

ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.

ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!

ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?

ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again

110: who wants to bet its a leitner?

111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.

112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...

113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough

114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?

115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?

116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.

117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.

118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.

119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!

120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.

[cleaduvalls]

i watched “spy kids 4″ exactly twice and i plan to keep it that way. here are my thoughts

i had the volume up from the last one because it was SO QUIET and now my ears hurt. not a great start

i used to think that was carmen and i was so disappointed because i wanted to see carmens kids 😔

tik tok????? oh no

i thought tick tock was matthew lillard for most of the movie

you cant do that in the SIMS

why are you shifitng gears. you dont need to shift gears

shut up wilbur have YOU given birth?????

YOU GO IN AT EVERY FIVE TO SEVEN MINUTES AND YOURE AT THREE ARE YOU S T U P I D

wait it sounds like ive given birth i havent i assure you

a pregnant belly wouldnt make that sound

yeah alright whatever shaggy youre high

isnt she from girl meets world??????

itd make a better sitcom honestly

hahah funney because shes a spy

WHY ARE YOU NOT IN THERE WITH YOUR W I F E

birth is NOT that short

i would be great at cinemasins

oh!!!! disabled character!!!!

who approved this show

oh like its HER fault

youre watching the clock speed up why are you not suspicious

roll credits

argonaut. my english teacher would like that

its 5 o clock somewhere

have you not been watching the show??????

there is a serious lack of floop

i feel like ive seen the boy before too

guess not

also i guess this one had a smell feature?????? ig thats why the baby farts so much

AND IT EXPLAINS THE DRESSING!!!! YOU CAN SMELL DRESSING!!!!!

dont say stepmother its creepy

ooh tinker toys!!!! real ones this time!!!!

girl its dyed blue youre gonna stain your carpet

oh God she wants to be FRIENDS

epic????? No

these pranks can all be used for smellovision

aromascope ig??????

BEING FRIENDS!!!! THATS SOME FANFIC LEVEL TROPEYNESS

oops

the CHEETOS

because you pulled the prank?????

power move

those are really your worst fears?????

i have almost that exact clock

youre looking for SPIES not VILLIANS

i kinda want a clock hand sword

MARISSA NO IM DYING OF SECONDHAND EMBARASSMENT

cecils so chill

it looks like the slime from floops castle..... i miss floop

felix has been replaced??? by a computer voice????

oh mood

hahah carmen said that

is that ricky gervais

oh!!!! they broke gender binary!!!!!! took the other chair!!!!!

worlds smallest camera!!!!!!

yeah hes right theres no invisibility powder

ew

its not a SPACESHIP theyre not IN SPACE

hey can we maybe not put that in a movie thanks

yeah i hate this one

that fall was awful

C A R M E N!!!!!!!!!!!

wilbur youre so boring

spy week???? dont you mean shark week?????

buddypack!!!!

IS THAT THE PICTURE FROM WHERE THEY ENTERED FLOOPS CASTLE AND THEN JUNI SAW A THUMB THUMB

i watch these movies too much

except this one this one sucks

7 years ago????? when game over came out????? nice

THE BRAIN THING THAT MADE FOOGLIES!!!

SPY PLANE!!!

SEA GUPPY!!!!

CARMENS GAME SUIT!!!!

why does she still have that

HOW does she still have that

MACHETES ELECTROSHOCK GUMBALLS!!!!!!

DRAGON SPY!!!!

take that giggleses

JUNI!!!! only video tho ://

oof

WAIT I JUST SAW ARGONAUTS NAME TAG AND MY DOG HAD THAT SAME ONE BUT IN PINK AND WE HAD TO GET HER A NEW ONE BECAUSE IT WAS S O  L O U D

your baby is your back up????? Bad Idea

did you not name your child????

why did they pause for a label????

stop making time puns i hate you

i really hope those are floops. like the cereal

stop calling her stepmother like its her name its CREEPY

stop WASTING them

just say youre marissas kids?????? they know who she is

oh God piss joke

oh God POOP joke

right its the bombs that make him cool not the fact that hes literally ricky gervais

and a fart joke????? i hate this movie

silent but LETHAL???? awfyl. i hate it

toot??? stop making fart jokes

OH THEYRE GETTING CHASED CUZ THE SAPPHIRE i need to pay attention more. i blame buzzfeed

“you weirdo you vaporized us” STOP TRYING TO GET ME TO LIKE THIS MOVIE BY PLAYING ON MY NOSTALGIA

its not working btw. i hate this movie

oh look. a butt joke.

oh yay disney acid trip

uh yeah???? hes ricky gervais

yeah except shes WHITE

i kinda wanna go to the cheese shop. wisconsin instincts ig

thats not a WORD

no the red ones the second hand do you know anything?????

how does she know how to army crawl???? shes EIGHT

there are 42 minutes left im suffering

oh no he died

is she wearing twinkle toes??????

did they.... teleport???? was that an awkward cut???? did they straight up travel through time????? im so confused

yknow as an OBVIOUS choice for the next doctor, floop should REALLY be in the movie centered around time

im gonna punch this dude

IM GONNA PUNCH THIS DUDE TOO YOU CAN STILL BE A FAMILY AND CALL YOURSELF STEPKIDS

hes the hulk

oh dear he referenced a meme

he just called the google lady annoying im gonna punch him next

n i c e

SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS!!!!!!

yeah theyre gonna flip youre STALKING THEM

that seems like a Bad Idea

try harder rebecca

IF YOURE GONNA TAKE THEM THERE W H A T DO YOU THINK THEYRE GONNA DO???????

dude you look like youre on crack

youre gonna divorce her because she wasnt allowed to tell you?????????

W H A T

no???? ofc not???? you have no weapons??????

DUDE CHILL SHE L I T E R A L L Y COULDNT TELL YOU

and i feel fine~

J U N I!!!!!!!!!!! FOR REALS!!!!!!!!

oh shiitake mushrooms he got kinda cute

you can???? reach into the garbage can???????

BECAUSE YOURE CHILDREN!!!!!! THEY SHUT DOWN THE SPY KIDS PROGRAM!!!!!!

i love the sound of clockwork. so soothing. that doctor who episode with the time robots???? a fave

oh no they all have died

M A C H E T E!!!!!!!!

why did juni freeze if he didnt really freeze???? thats some buzz lightyear level stuff

oh hey i just realized that junis hair is back!!

oh no now argos the hulk too

the baby looks like dora

hahah funney

HE WAS TOAST IN THE FIRST MOVIE S T O P  P L A Y I N G  O N  N O S T A L G I A

and diaper lady???? Stop

nice censorship

can hearing aids work that well???? im no expert but i dont think they can do that?????

taking his hearing aids???? i hate this guy

R A L P H!!!!

oh!!!!!! sign language!!!!!

Even Evil Has Standards

are they trying to make me cry?? im not

you can travel through time youre just not COOL ENOUGH

oh worm????

side note i figured they were the same guy but i was so disappointed when it wasnt matthew lillard

please let this be over i need to mindlessly scroll the spy kids wiki

stop being philosophical youre wearing twinkle toes

roll credits

us???? wouldnt that be me???? or is us right??? clones are wack

yEET

oh no he died

why did he float???? did they run out of gravity?????

he moved before he touched the watch

yeah but hell see his dad again and thats the point of this whole thing????

oh no he died. for reals this time

this time???? you have 6 months

STOP👏MAKING👏TIME👏PUNS👏

i cant raise my eyebrow😔

YOU CANT DO THAT WE JUST DISCUSSED IT

thats hot

WHY DOES SHE NOT HAVE A NAME

yes bc youre a robot shut up

oh thank God its over

[the-mf-bread-babies]

1/8/20

VOLUME FOUR, PART TWO~!

WHO ELSE IS WRITING IT?! ROCCO NORTH, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER ONE

I CHANGED MY MIND HE DOESN'T GET KIDNAPPED lmao

After their work in protecting the house, the family went to bed. Well, except for Aaron, who watched Damon sleep just in case he died or anything.

The next morning, they woke up peacefully, to the sound of–

EXPLOOOSIIOOONNSSS!!!

Well, SHIT !!! Aaron, passed out from tiredness was still sleeping on the floor, though. “Aaron!! Wake the hell up, there's bombs!!” Damon shouted, repeatedly slapping Aaron's face. “Huh…?” Damon gave up and dragged his dad across the bedroom floor. “Hey, hey, I can walk, dude,” Aaron assured, slowly standing up.

A loud boom echoed throughout the house, alerting them even more. Although, it didn't seem like it came from an explosive, but rather, an impact. Their first thoughts were that NULL was using a battering ram on their front door.

The family assembled in the basement, equipped with weapons and protection. “So, what the hell's goin’ on now?” Gabriel asked. “Man, I thought you were gonna explain it or something.” Damon sighed as he looked at the others. “Dennis?” “I literally was friggin’ shaving when I heard the sounds?” he uselessly explained. “I was performing satanic rituals for the plants.” Lan confessed. “Okay, dad, but seriously, where are these guys?” Aaron grumbled, rubbing his forehead.

CRASH!

A hole formed in the stone basement ceiling as it came crashing down, sunlight shining into the area. A small woman whose grey hair covered her whole body to her knees swiftly emerged from the rubble, dusting herself off and hopping back outside.

“Who. Who was that.” Gabriel asked. “Do we have banshees here?” Lan added. “To my knowledge, the only ghosts related to Irish folklore in this house are the deer leg ladies and the lady who keeps using the washing machine to wash medieval armor.” Aaron explained. “Other than that, nada,”

The family halted their conversation as they heard the sound of multiple people screaming for their lives. “Okay, well, what's that?” Gabriel asked. “I– Dad, I don't even know where the rubble lady came from!” Aaron whined, the screaming still in the background.

ace: “die, bitches!”

“Yeah, pretty sure that's not NULL,” Lan pointed out. “Their agents get shot on sight after using foul language.” He revealed. “Really?” Damon asked, thinking about how bad of an agent he would be if he was recruited. “No, I just made that up.” Lan confessed, smirking. “Why…” Gabriel questioned, looking at him with a disappointed face. “Why not?”

nova: “OOH, A STUN GUN, OH NO!”

“HOWEVER WILL WE MAKE IT OUT ALIVE?!”

“HELP~!”

The four paused, noticing a third person in the fight. “Rude.” Damon commented at the girl's behavior.

sarah: “guys i accidentally fricked up the floor”

“do we have to pay insurance or whatever”

“also whats insurance”

ace: “it's a scam designed for you to die.”

Andre: “What Ace said. Also, pretty sure we don't have to do anything, since this place is a ghost town, anyways.”

jake: “mhm also theres probably horses or w/ever so watch out for that lol”

orc: “I SAW A PILE OF FROGS EARLIER”

j: “or that sometimes yknow”

The family peeked their heads out from inside, eavesdropping on the conversation.

o: “YEA BUT THE THING IS”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO HOLD FROGS”

sar: “you have to like. gently carry those gentlemen around. palm at the side, fingers supporting their body and your thumb keeps them in place, orc, my friend,”

a: “ALSO SPRAY THE BITCHES!”

s: “yea spray them they like it it's fun n stuff”

andre: “Where. Where's the little froggies.”

j: “idk im scared”

a: “coward”

o: “ALSO SCARED OF FROGS”

“THEY ARE METAPHORICALLY CHILDREN”

s: “explain”

o: “SMALL AND CAN DIE EASILY ALSO WEIRDLY SLIMY AND SOFT”

andre: “Babies aren't slimy tho…”

o: “FLORIDA”

an: “oh ok”

“NULL doesn't usually talk about frogs.” Dennis pointed out. “They don't.” Damon agreed. “Also, they don't have members that tall. Or short.” Aaron commented. “Rebel gang?” Lan suggested. Gabriel squinted his eyes, staring at the group. “Last time I checked, undercover NULL agents, even if they exist, don't hide that kind of hair under their helmets. That kid next to the banshee there definitely does not have helmet hair, I mean, the volume and all…”

“hmm? i think those are peeeoopleeee” “guyss” The stylish hair kid pointed out. “cuz i dont think horses look like that!!!!!!!” they exclaimed, strutting towards the basement. “im scared” “help” “yall” “yall means all” they continued, facing their group. “Well, damn, Ace, if it's a horse, give it a carrot or something.” another voice said nonchalantly.

“meanie” “ill kill u” Ace threatened threateningly. “I CAN GO WITH YOU IF YOU WANT!!” A voice offered politely. “thanks nova!!!!!!! andre u can choke” Ace thanked, proceeding with Nova to the basement, the family anxiously awaiting them.

Ace had a normal, skinny, 5'7"-ish body, and they had a sharp jaw and small eyes. Their hair was brightly colored, with brown roots turning into an orange and then into a red, with yellow tips. They were wearing a gray vest above a loose black sleeveless shirt. Also jeans and shoes. Ace is not naked or something.

Nova, on the other hand, towered over Ace. She wore a trucker hat that pushed down her thick hair enough to cover her eyes, and it was tied into two big puffs. Her hair was dyed different shades of green in small spots, making it look like a small, bright shrub sitting on her head. She wore a denim jacket with lots of enamel pins stuck to it. Beneath that was a grey t-shirt, and below that were ripped jeans and UGG boots… somehow, in the amalgamated world.

“Hi! We're the Russell family!” Aaron welcomed, nearly giving them heart attacks by LOON∆ i should listem to that again. “What the fuck?!” Andre remarked, leading the rest into the basement. He was wearing a silky-looking black button-up shirt with a red tie with dress shoes, and his dreadlocks were neatly tied back. He certainly wore a fancy look for raiding NULL bases.

“Yeah, I'm Aaron, this is my dad Gabriel, my dad Lan, my husband Dennis, and my son, (no matter what,) Damon. We have 36 cats and countless ghosts here. Please proceed with caution, most of these babies are strictly indoors-only!”

The group stared at them in shock, unable to believe anything Aaron just said. “How… do you get… 36 cats…” Andre asked. “We used to have a pet shop. It fell down, though, so that's that.” Dennis answered casually. “like. how. like fell down into space” A blue-haired man asked, earning him Damon's full attention.

“Yeah, into space.” Gabriel said. “Just straight down.” Lan elaborated, “No stops or anything, just ZOOP!” “Yeah, that's why we moved into a haunted mansion.” Aaron added. “So, what group are you guys in?” he asked, making a head shoot up in surprise from one of them.

He had gelled blue hair parted in the middle, and his right eye seemed like it had something inserted in it. He wore a dark blue denim jacket with ripped off sleeves and very short, tight jorts. He also had black wristbands, indicating a past emo phase. Or one that's still ongoing, as made obvious by his combat boots.

“oh its kinda indie u guys. u guys probably dont know it :,(” The blue-haired man said sadly, pouting. “We're called the…” Andre began. “C'mon, Jakey, say it.” “no its dumb” he grumbled. “skullsmashers. it's because we smash people's skulls. metaphorically.” Ace explained, asking Jake for confirmation. “right, 8-ball?”

“we really dont......” Jakey/8-Ball said sadly. “Oh, you named us this, Jakey, honey,” Andre contested. “So why can't we smash people's skulls? Like, clearly, I can take the emotional trauma or whatever, as long as it's NULL, or hell, maybe even some dipshit, I can do that.” he added softly.

“Ah, pretty sure they're not NULL,” Lan said, smiling. “So, did you kill them all of them or what?” he asked as he raised his weapon, a mace he was somehow managing to hold with ease. Like. A mace with spikes. Ace nervously played with their hair, sporting a terrified face. “what!?” they exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. “We can definitely take care of them. How do you think this place is officially a ghost town?” Gabriel asked. “Setting up traps and making friends with the local ghosts go a long way, y'know,”

“There's fucking ghosts?!” Andre exclaimed, pulling out daggers from under his arms. “Yeah, but they're nice, so it's okay.” Damon explained with not a trace of fear in his eyes, making Andre slowly put the daggers back in. “Oh, by the way, if you guys see an arm there, could you get it for me?” he requested politely, “And honestly, I'd like to make a pun with lending hands, but I can't seem to put my finger on which one I'd make.” He added, raising his bandaged stump.

“Oh, Jake, don't–” Andre warned before Jake fainted instantly from seeing the bloody bandages on Damon's wound. “I'm sorry,” he apologized. The fainting had sent Aaron quickly went to the operating room, just now realising that he hasn't changed the bandages yet. “uh lemme go check if theres any” the small woman said, scuttling away. “Thanks,” Damon said before following Aaron.

Dennis, Lan, and Gabriel stood awkwardly in front of The Skullsmashers, not knowing what to do. “So, uh, whaddya do?” Dennis asked, folding his hands together. “gamign” Ace quickly responded. “Well, we each tend to go our own ways, but occasionally we team up to raid NULL bases and stuff.” Andre explained, ignoring Ace's statement. “What about you guys?”

“Ah, so I like gardening, and also do some baking from time to time, and Gabriel here used to be a traveling psychic, but now he tends to help me with errands and chores and sometimes we communicate with the ghosts here. Dennis and Aaron used to run a pet shop near here, but now Dennis does some farming, and Aaron spends his spare time caring for our pets.” Lan explained.

“And I do the groceries! And all the other stuff that involves going outside,” Damon intervened, coming back with an anxious, squeaky-clean Aaron. “Which is why my arm got cut off.” he revealed, sitting down on the wooden floor. “ok im back did i miss anything :'//” Jake asked, waking up from his faint earlier. “… we'll catch up later.” Andre replied.

“arm!!!” The banshee yelled out excitedly, waving a cooler back and forth. “Great! Just toss it down,” Aaron said happily, reaching his arms out. Seeing this, Damon ran to the operating room. “Last one's a rotten egg!” he shouted, snickering. “Well, while they work on that, do you guys maybe wanna come in and grab a snack?” Gabriel suggested politely, eager to learn more about the group. “yea sure!! thanks!!” said Jake, who was joyfully running to the front door.

A large figure stood patiently outside the door, belonging with the Skullsmashers. It seemed like a gentle giant, tapping its index fingers together. It was definitely from another world. It had greenish grey skin, and its head was blocky and looked like it was separate from his large jaw that had two moles on it. Its eyes were big and white, and above them were thick eyebrows. And it was wearing what seemed to be a large, furry, ruff reaching his knees that were covered by jorts. Its shoulders were completely covered with a large spiky red boulder on each one. The creature was ten feet tall, and was very strong.

At last, the large doors opened with a creak, the sunlight from outside shining brightly into the house. It was the first time in years that the front doors were opened, and it was for good; they had stayed in there for too long.

CHAPTER TWO

A PROPER INTRODUCTION

The family and the group were sitting in the dining hall, awaiting the arrival of Aaron and Damon. A shit ton of homemade potato chips were strewn across a long plate in the middle as the main course. Lan had prepared a variety of dipping sauces and some napkins. They sat in silence.

“I don't mean to be rude or anything, but how… are you guys still alive?” Andre asked cautiously, starting a conversation. Gabriel dipped a chip in cheese sauce, then thought of a simple answer: “We really just hide and plant stuff. Also, we were really lucky.”

Nova played around with a fork, debating whether these people were real or not. Yes, NULL couldn't possibly use their precious budget to make intricately designed haunted houses with personal touches and residents whose personalities were very unique, as well as their relationship with each other, but, hell, maybe they can.

NULL always had a way to worm themselves everywhere, down to the place she stayed in, the people she knows, and, well, really, everywhere. Even if this family was what they presented themselves as, NULL could do lots of things to not only dishevel Nova and the group she was in, as well as this family, they can manipulate both of them to destroy each other. After all, that's the kind of thing they do– get someone else to do their dirty work.

Nova made up her mind, opting to ask them directly. “I also really don't mean to be rude, but given the large amount of undercover NULL agents and all the different ways they come as, I just have to ask… and this is a very dumb, and useless question, but are you guys in any way… involved with NULL?”

Dennis smiled lightly, understanding that this group was in the same deliberation as they were. “To be honest, we were gonna ask you that too at some point, but I personally don't think NULL agents would look this…” “well, they wouldn't, like… have wrists this limp.”

The room was silent for a while, before erupting with laughter. “You– you fuckin’ thought we weren't NULL because–” Andre struggled, wheezing. “No NULL agent would dress like that, Andre,” Gabriel pointed out, snickering. “Yeah, you think those idiots can achieve this level of interior design?!” Lan added, gesturing wildly towards every piece of furniture in the hall.

“… But really, to answer your question there, yeah, we are technically involved with NULL,” Dennis said, completely changing the atmosphere of the room. “We're classified as Class-4 criminals for, um, giving some of their agents here some mild inconveniences.” he added in a serious tone. “And by mild inconveniences, I mean a few cases of attempted murders, robberies, hauntings, and other stuff like that.” The group sighed a breath of relief, knowing they were both on the same page.

“I have to say, 45 cases of attempted murder and two cases of successful murder does sort of count as a bit more than a mild inconvenience, though, Dennis,” Lan said jokingly. “Oh, and remember when someone planted poison ivy that somehow mysteriously completely wrapped around the whole base they had here, down to the basement?” he added, grinning. “Okay, well let's not compare our crimes here, dad,” Dennis teased. “Everybody knows mine was the best attack yet when I trapped them inside the base by encasing it with raw eggs! somehow” he added, cackling.

The two families had a great time together, laughing and talking about their experiences in the new lives they lived caused by the amalgamation. Meanwhile, Aaron was carefully reattaching an arm to an unconscious Damon. After some hard work, he succeeded, and did his best to celebrate in the operating room.

However, at this point, he became too tired to do so, considering the fact that he alone performed an entire surgery. Still, it was a miracle for both of them. He waited for Damon to wake up and see the finished product, but he ended up passing out while making a celebratory coffee.

The two slept well and endlessly. The rest of the family, however, were faced with a tough decision to make. Dennis, Gabriel, and Lan had the same question echo in their minds:

“Would you like to consider joining us, The Skullsmashers?”

It was a question Andre always asked to those who he saw potential in, no matter who– or whom, no idea. They could be two friends living in a dilapidated house with rats and mice, or three odd creatures in a grocery store, or even some nervous teenager who suddenly asked him to kill someone in the middle of his New Year's Eve party.

It's not that he simply sees something out of the ordinary happen and immediately hands out flyers, but it's that Andre has been gifted with an eye for this type of thing– take, for example, the situation at hand.

Andre raids a NULL base with his friends. The fight continues into the abandoned city the base was in. His friend lands into a basement of a house. Sarah, the friend, points out that there are people living in said house. Said people are clearly weird.

Resident asks for his arm back. Very weird. Still little to no potential, except maybe for interior design. Residents invite them for dinner. Residents have knives and shit.

Potential spotted. nah jk lemme do this again lol

[TAKE TWO]

Okay, okay. Andre doesn't just see people doing weird shit and immediately hires them, contract and all, but instead he observes them further.

If he sees someone hurling flaming batons into the sky, that person does have potential, yes, definitely, but what kind? This style of combat could definitely be a possibility in their attacks, given the practicality and the ostentatiousness of it.

However, it's an art one could hardly practice. The perils one could face are far too much for such a display. But, even though it's inconvenient, it's still very useful. If there was a good amount of accelerant on the baton, an enemy could not only receive a strong blow, but the added accelerant will most likely set them on fire too, rendering them not only useless in further combat (unless they're a very determined individual) but also a potential threat to anyone near them.

And the fact that a person is employed as the weapon is more convenient than, say, a large flaming baton-throwing machine, which would be difficult to program and to bring to an attack.

However, Andre also has to consider the person (itself? themselves? idk man) in an approach. Maybe they're NULL, or maybe even just someone who wants to throw flaming stuff into the air with no deeper meaning or intent. Maybe this person is unsuitable for combat; maybe this person is an enemy or a rival.

The approach is like a job interview– ask them about their experience in the field, if they have any other [good points?? is good points the word], if they're okay with joining the group– but sadly, he lives in a world where anything wildly good or wildly bad can happen, and it makes the whole process a whole lot more harder.

So, maybe these people inviting them over for a meal might give them a new addition or two. Or, sadly, remove some members.

Will the Russell family join The Skullsmashers? The decision has to be made any second now.

• end •

[straight-outta-exo]

Oxygen

Title: Oxygen

Genre: Smut

Characters: Reader (Y/n) / Kim Jongdae

Notes: well, i mean im just gonna say theres some kinky ass shit here ok thanks bye;) ps; he is killing me. he is killing me and im dying. death by kim jongdae

Summary: When Jongdae has a long night with some coworkers, all he wants to do is unwind with a few drinks. But apparently that’s a bit too much to ask for when his girlfriend is just a little too tempting. Maybe she deserves a lesson on how to act around company.

Words: 2,020

“Well, I think it’s time for us to head home now. Sorry we had to leave so soon. We’ll be in Korea a few more days and then we head back home. Congratulations on your promotion Jongdae. It’s so nice meeting you.” Your cheeks felt like they were going to rip with tension as you smiled your ass off.

With a few more waves and farewells, your aunt and uncle stepped out the door. You let your shoulders fall and groaned. “God, how much can that lady talk?” You whined, rubbing your cheeks and pouting. “I thought she’d never shut up. I’m sorry, Jongdae. This is your party and she practically talked the entire time. At least she had to leave early.”

Jongdae smiled and shook his head. “No,” he paused to wrap his fingers around your waist. “She didn’t ruin anything. And she just misses you.” His lips found yours and you felt your back press against the wall. His body heat was squeezing you between him and the wall.

“You pulled back quickly. "Jongdae, there’s still guests in the other room, can’t you just wait until they leave? It’s only like forty minutes.” Jongdae whined quietly. “But I can’t wait the long.. please? I promise I’ll be quick.” He stomped his foot and frowned like a child. You scoffed. “No, stop acting immature and get back to your guests.” You pushed him away and into the living room. He whimpered and threw a fit.

“Congratulations to my longtime friend, companion, coworker and over all funniest guy I know, Jongdae for his promotion. Cheers!” Chanyeols drunk proposal was followed with links of glass around the table and a few laughs. You sipped the strong alcohol, never being one to love it.

“Its felt like hours.” Jongdae leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Maybe because it has been? They won’t leave until you tell them to, Dae.”

Jongdae sulked. “Well I don’t wanna be mean.” You could only chuckle, keeping in your thoughts.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know, just.. would you rather be mean or ignore the raging boner in your pocket for another few hours?”

Jongdae blushed immediately, turning away from you and sliding his hand over his crotch to cover it somewhat. Only made it worse.

“Jongdae, are you okay?” His coworker asked, drawing attention to the crimson red Jongdae who’s lips curled downwards in guilt instead of his normal grin. “I think you’ve had a little to much to drink..” His brother set his hand over his forehead.

“He feels okay.” A few men shrugged and went on to their previous conversations. Jongdae glared at you, scowling slightly.

Immediate revenge was the only thing on Jongdae’s mind as his hand sneakily - yet not - slid over your thigh. You coughed on your drink and turned to him, your eyebrows furrowing in menace.

“Jongdae, that’s a dangerous game your playing,” you whispered with gritted teeth. “I’m not the one with a hose threatening to burst through my jeans.”

Jongdae’s lips eventually curled upwards into a malignant smirk and he shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s okay, cause soon you’ll be so wet for me, you’ll shove everyone out so you can scream my name all night.”

His words were, unfortunately, very persuading. It sounded nice to be alone, but you blamed it on the fact that the tips of his fingers were inching farther up your skirt each second. You silently gulped but the nervousness showed on your face, turning red. You wrapped your fingers around his and shoved them away. "Keep your hands to yourself, J-"

"Y/n, you don't look to good either. Maybe it's the alcohol?" Chanyeol set his drink down and leaned in to glance at you. Suho hit his chest and whispered something in his ear. Chanyeols eyes widened but he quickly sat down, smugly throwing a smirk Jongdae's way. Dae's face flushed and he scratched the back of his neck, taking a glance at his pants. "I think it's getting pretty late, we'll leave you two alone- I mean- we'll let you fu- AH-" Baekhyun stuttered glancing around for help. Jongdae whined.

"Can you guys please just leave? Im sorry but my girlfriend has given my probably the biggest boner known to man kind and it really hurts and I'd really appreciate if we were left alone-" Jongdae's voice trailed off into mumbles as he stood up and shoved his friends out the door. Farewells were quickly said before you heard a door slam.

Quicker than you could blink, Jongdae's hands were on your waist and you were hurled onto the dinner table. Dishes fell to the floor and food was shoved to the sides. Jongdae's hands worked quickly to remove your shirt.

"Is it fun to embarrass me in front of my coworkers? Hmm?" You yelped in response as his teeth found your collar bones. You wanted to say something smart back, but quickly forgot what you wanted to say when you got caught up in trying to get rid of his shirt. If he hadn't helped, you were just going to rip it into bits. He threw it somewhere behind you, turning back and undoing his belt. Althought, he paused. A devilish smirk crawled onto his face and your heart skipped a beat at the fear of what that man could possibly be thinking of now.

"You know.." Jongdae started, slowly undoing his belt and sliding it through his jeans. "I think you need a little bit of restriction. Since.. you don't know how to keep those pretty hands to yourself." Your pupils dialated at the realization of Jongdae's satanic games. He roughly grabbed your wrists from your sides and tied his belt around them. As he tightened the knot, the leather pulled at your skin in the sexiest way. You glared into his eyes, pouting. "But.. i want to touch you.."

Jongdae's face went pale and his eyes dark. "You're just asking for it, baby girl."

He forcefully pulled your hips towards his. The only thing hiding his erection from you was his boxers. Why the hell were the still there? His hips bucked into yours and you pushed the waistband of his boxers down with restricted movements. Dae groaned once the cold air hit his red cock. You wrapped your thighs around his waist in an effort to get him as close as possible, as your hands weren't necessarily of good use. You felt what you did to him, bare against your skin. He began making himself a little more comfortable between your thighs. You bit your lip in anticipation.

Jongdae grinned and pulled himself out of his boxers. You got a quick glance of his length before he shoved it halfway inside you, and knew you weren’t gonna be going out anytime soon. Jongdae's pretty foreskin was pushed back as he slowly and agonizingly lead himself deeper and deeper. His grunts and moans, the way his stomach flexed in pleasure, the veins that threatened to burst out of his neck. He was perfectly attractive in so many different ways.

You desperately rocked your hips against Jongdae’s to pull him in deeper. Not being able to use your hands to pull him closer, to tug on his beautiful hair, to sink your claws into his back. It was torture. Jongdae looked straight into your eyes, seeing the struggle you had not being able to feel him. He slowly bottomed out inside you, watching you throw your head back and curse. You took a second to catch your breath before pulling your head back up to look at him pleadingly.

"Please Dae.. Just let me touch you." You begged. You're forehead began to sweat and tint red, chest rising and falling heavily. Jongdae's eyes held sympathy for not even a second, before the emotion vanished and was replaced with a smug smirk. "Uh-uh, baby girl. You need to be punished. Someone needs to learn their lesson on how to act when company is around."

He started quickly pushing himself in and out of you with force in his hips. You let your head fall into his neck and moan, the feeling of his cock inside you causing your fingers to stretch over whatever they could reach - which unfortunately, wasn't enough.

Jongdae's hand wrapped around your throat, his thumb pushing lightly into your adam's apple just enough to cause your breath to hitch. His fingers were a feeling you enjoyed more than any other. A feeling you wanted to feel for the rest of your life. Whether they were gently caressing your skin, or roughly grabbing it.

Dae pounded in and out of you, grunting lowly and burying his head in the crook of your neck every now and then. “Ah shit..” He moaned, gripping your throat tighter. He lifted one of your legs up and put it on his shoulder to give him a deeper angle inside you, pushing you back onto the table. Plates and knocked over cups dug into your back but the pleasure distracted you to much. You just wished you could sink your nails into his back, curl them into his hair, anything other than have them pressed to your stomach lifelessly. "Dae.. please let me hold you.” You groaned.

“Wait.” Jongdae demanded, pushing into you deeper and faster. His cock twitched within you and he growled. His hand was getting tighter around your neck and he bit down on your shoulder, moaning loudly.

His hips were speeding up quicker and quicker. He restlessly reached between your sweaty bodies to undo the knot in his belt. You gratefully threw your hands around his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair.

Quickly, the belt was put to another use. Jongdae's hips paused and he leaned up a little. "Head up baby girl." You were confused, but obliged. He wrapped the belt around your neck loosely, hooking it in a notch that just barely cut off your air. Your breathing was much louder and drawn out, but it made you super excited.

Dae loved the sight so much, his elbow was propped by your head and he watched you closely as his hips began, regaining their pleasurable speed. You felt that knot in your throat and your fingers scraped his scalp. He responded with a tug on the belt around your throat. It felt much better than you could imagine.

You reached for his upper back, dragging your nails across it deep enough to leave marks. He did it again, this time harder and following a beautiful moan from deep in his throat. His hips bucked deeper and hit that spot that just drove you over the edge ninety miles an hour. "Dae, oh fuck. Deeper, there. I'm gonna cum.." Your words came out squeaked and broken from the restriction of your air but you got your point out.

Dae's hips reached deeper, harder and he tugged on the belt even more. "I'm so close baby, say my name." You're vision began to lighten and so did your head.

"Jongdae.." You cracked.

"My full name, baby girl. Say it."

"Kim Jongdae- Oh fuck!"

"I'm fucking cumming, holy shit." He barked, hissing before shooting his seed inside you. You came around him, the pleasure wonderfully satisfying and the light headedness even more euphoria.

You both sat as the pleasure drained and you began to feel the oxygen return to your brain. He pulled out of you slowly, undoing the belt around your neck. Once you could talk, you spoke. "I'm gonna clean this up so we can go to bed. You go lay down, I'll be there soon-"

Jongdae's loud laughter stopped you abruptly. "Wait, you think I'm finished with you?"

"Yes, Jongdae. It's four thirty in the morning and you have work in five hours. Remember? Promotion? Ring a bell?" You snorted and began to pick up dishes. Jongdae's large hands firmly gripped your waist and pulled you against his already once again hard cock.

"Well they'll be okay without me for one day. Because, oh, darling I haven't even begun."

[darcyolsson]

omg one up me again i dare u -bee movie person

fine

bee movie script but ever “honey” is a honey pot emoji and theres a shit load of enters

According to all known laws

of aviation,

 there is no way a bee

should be able to fly.

 Its wings are too small to get

its fat little body off the ground.

 The bee, of course, flies anyway

 because bees don’t care

what humans think is impossible.

 Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

 Ooh, black and yellow!

Let’s shake it up a little.

 Barry! Breakfast is ready!

 Ooming!

 Hang on a second.

 Hello?

 - Barry?

- Adam?

 - Oan you believe this is happening?

- I can’t. I’ll pick you up.

 Looking sharp.

 Use the stairs. Your father

paid good money for those.

 Sorry. I’m excited.

 Here’s the graduate.

We’re very proud of you, son.

 A perfect report card, all B’s.

 Very proud.

 Ma! I got a thing going here.

 - You got lint on your fuzz.

- Ow! That’s me!

 - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000.

- Bye!

 Barry, I told you,

stop flying in the house!

 - Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

 - Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. Special day, graduation.

 Never thought I’d make it.

 Three days grade school,

three days high school.

 Those were awkward.

 Three days college. I’m glad I took

a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

 You did come back different.

 - Hi, Barry.

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

 - Hear about Frankie?

- Yeah.

 - You going to the funeral?

- No, I’m not going.

 Everybody knows,

sting someone, you die.

 Don’t waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

 I guess he could have

just gotten out of the way.

 I love this incorporating

an amusement park into our day.

 That’s why we don’t need vacations.

 Boy, quite a bit of pomp…

under the circumstances.

 - Well, Adam, today we are men.

- We are!

 - Bee-men.

- Amen!

 Hallelujah!

 Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

 please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

 Welcome, New Hive Oity

graduating class of…

 …9:15.

 That concludes our ceremonies.

 And begins your career

at Honex Industries!

 Will we pick ourjob today?

 I heard it’s just orientation.

 Heads up! Here we go.

 Keep your hands and antennas

inside the tram at all times.

 - Wonder what it’ll be like?

- A little scary.

 Welcome to Honex,

a division of Honesco

 and a part of the Hexagon Group.

 This is it!

 Wow.

 Wow.

 We know that you, as a bee,

have worked your whole life

 to get to the point where you

can work for your whole life.

 🍯 begins whenour valiant Pollen

Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.

 Our top-secret formula

 is automatically color-corrected,

scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured

 into this soothing sweet syrup

 with its distinctive

golden glow you know as…

 🍯!

 - That girl was hot.

- She’s my cousin!

 - She is?

- Yes, we’re all cousins.

 - Right. You’re right.

- At Honex, we constantly strive

 to improve every aspect

of bee existence.

 These bees are stress-testing

a new helmet technology.

 - What do you think he makes?

- Not enough.

 Here we have our latest advancement,

the Krelman.

 - What does that do?

- Oatches that little strand of 🍯

 that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

 Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

 Of course. Most bee jobs are

small ones. But bees know

 that every small job,

if it’s done well, means a lot.

 But choose carefully

 because you’ll stay in the job

you pick for the rest of your life.

 The same job the rest of your life?

I didn’t know that.

 What’s the difference?

 You’ll be happy to know that bees,

as a species, haven’t had one day off

 in 27 million years.

 So you’ll just work us to death?

 We’ll sure try.

 Wow! That blew my mind!

 “What’s the difference?”

How can you say that?

 One job forever?

That’s an insane choice to have to make.

 I’m relieved. Now we only have

to make one decision in life.

 But, Adam, how could they

never have told us that?

 Why would you question anything?

We’re bees.

 We’re the most perfectly

functioning society on Earth.

 You ever think maybe things

work a little too well here?

 Like what? Give me one example.

 I don’t know. But you know

what I’m talking about.

 Please clear the gate.

Royal Nectar Force on approach.

 Wait a second. Oheck it out.

 - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!

- Wow.

 I’ve never seen them this close.

 They know what it’s like

outside the hive.

 Yeah, but some don’t come back.

 - Hey, Jocks!

- Hi, Jocks!

 You guys did great!

 You’re monsters!

You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it!

 - I wonder where they were.

- I don’t know.

 Their day’s not planned.

 Outside the hive, flying who knows

where, doing who knows what.

 You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen

Jock. You have to be bred for that.

 Right.

 Look. That’s more pollen

than you and I will see in a lifetime.

 It’s just a status symbol.

Bees make too much of it.

 Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it

and the ladies see you wearing it.

 Those ladies?

Aren’t they our cousins too?

 Distant. Distant.

 Look at these two.

 - Oouple of Hive Harrys.

- Let’s have fun with them.

 It must be dangerous

being a Pollen Jock.

 Yeah. Once a bear pinned me

against a mushroom!

 He had a paw on my throat,

and with the other, he was slapping me!

 - Oh, my!

- I never thought I’d knock him out.

 What were you doing during this?

 Trying to alert the authorities.

 I can autograph that.

 A little gusty out there today,

wasn’t it, comrades?

 Yeah. Gusty.

 We’re hitting a sunflower patch

six miles from here tomorrow.

 - Six miles, huh?

- Barry!

 A puddle jump for us,

but maybe you’re not up for it.

 - Maybe I am.

- You are not!

 We’re going 0900 at J-Gate.

 What do you think, buzzy-boy?

Are you bee enough?

 I might be. It all depends

on what 0900 means.

 Hey, Honex!

 Dad, you surprised me.

 You decide what you’re interested in?

 - Well, there’s a lot of choices.

- But you only get one.

 Do you ever get bored

doing the same job every day?

 Son, let me tell you about stirring.

 You grab that stick, and you just

move it around, and you stir it around.

 You get yourself into a rhythm.

It’s a beautiful thing.

 You know, Dad,

the more I think about it,

 maybe the 🍯 field

just isn’t right for me.

 You were thinking of what,

making balloon animals?

 That’s a bad job

for a guy with a stinger.

 Janet, your son’s not sure

he wants to go into 🍯!

 - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

- I’m not trying to be funny.

 You’re not funny! You’re going

into 🍯. Our son, the stirrer!

 - You’re gonna be a stirrer?

- No one’s listening to me!

 Wait till you see the sticks I have.

 I could say anything right now.

I’m gonna get an ant tattoo!

 Let’s open some 🍯 and celebrate!

 Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax.

Shave my antennae.

 Shack up with a grasshopper. Get

a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”!

 I’m so proud.

 - We’re starting work today!

- Today’s the day.

 Oome on! All the good jobs

will be gone.

 Yeah, right.

 Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,

stirrer, front desk, hair removal…

 - Is it still available?

- Hang on. Two left!

 One of them’s yours! Oongratulations!

Step to the side.

 - What’d you get?

- Picking crud out. Stellar!

 Wow!

 Oouple of newbies?

 Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!

 Make your choice.

 - You want to go first?

- No, you go.

 Oh, my. What’s available?

 Restroom attendant’s open,

not for the reason you think.

 - Any chance of getting the Krelman?

- Sure, you’re on.

 I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

 Wax monkey’s always open.

 The Krelman opened up again.

 What happened?

 A bee died. Makes an opening. See?

He’s dead. Another dead one.

 Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

 Dead from the neck up.

Dead from the neck down. That’s life!

 Oh, this is so hard!

 Heating, cooling,

stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

 humming, inspector number seven,

lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,

 mite wrangler. Barry, what

do you think I should… Barry?

 Barry!

 All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch

in quadrant nine…

 What happened to you?

Where are you?

 - I’m going out.

- Out? Out where?

 - Out there.

- Oh, no!

 I have to, before I go

to work for the rest of my life.

 You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello?

 Another call coming in.

 If anyone’s feeling brave,

there’s a Korean deli on 83rd

 that gets their roses today.

 Hey, guys.

 - Look at that.

- Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday?

 Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted.

 It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up.

 Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

 Sign here, here. Just initial that.

 - Thank you.

- OK.

 You got a rain advisory today,

 and as you all know,

bees cannot fly in rain.

 So be careful. As always,

watch your brooms,

 hockey sticks, dogs,

birds, bears and bats.

 Also, I got a couple of reports

of root beer being poured on us.

 Murphy’s in a home because of it,

babbling like a cicada!

 - That’s awful.

- And a reminder for you rookies,

 bee law number one,

absolutely no talking to humans!

 All right, launch positions!

 Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,

buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

 Black and yellow!

 Hello!

 You ready for this, hot shot?

 Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

 Wind, check.

 - Antennae, check.

- Nectar pack, check.

 - Wings, check.

- Stinger, check.

 Scared out of my shorts, check.

 OK, ladies,

 let’s move it out!

 Pound those petunias,

you striped stem-suckers!

 All of you, drain those flowers!

 Wow! I’m out!

 I can’t believe I’m out!

 So blue.

 I feel so fast and free!

 Box kite!

 Wow!

 Flowers!

 This is Blue Leader.

We have roses visual.

 Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

 Roses!

 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

 Stand to the side, kid.

It’s got a bit of a kick.

 That is one nectar collector!

 - Ever see pollination up close?

- No, sir.

 I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it

over here. Maybe a dash over there,

 a pinch on that one.

See that? It’s a little bit of magic.

 That’s amazing. Why do we do that?

 That’s pollen power. More pollen, more

flowers, more nectar, more 🍯 for us.

 Oool.

 I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow.

Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those?

 Oopy that visual.

 Wait. One of these flowers

seems to be on the move.

 Say again? You’re reporting

a moving flower?

 Affirmative.

 That was on the line!

 This is the coolest. What is it?

 I don’t know, but I’m loving this color.

 It smells good.

Not like a flower, but I like it.

 Yeah, fuzzy.

 Ohemical-y.

 Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby.

 My sweet lord of bees!

 Oandy-brain, get off there!

 Problem!

 - Guys!

- This could be bad.

 Affirmative.

 Very close.

 Gonna hurt.

 Mama’s little boy.

 You are way out of position, rookie!

 Ooming in at you like a missile!

 Help me!

 I don’t think these are flowers.

 - Should we tell him?

- I think he knows.

 What is this?!

 Match point!

 You can start packing up, 🍯,

because you’re about to eat it!

 Yowser!

 Gross.

 There’s a bee in the car!

 - Do something!

- I’m driving!

 - Hi, bee.

- He’s back here!

 He’s going to sting me!

 Nobody move. If you don’t move,

he won’t sting you. Freeze!

 He blinked!

 Spray him, Granny!

 What are you doing?!

 Wow… the tension level

out here is unbelievable.

 I gotta get home.

 Oan’t fly in rain.

 Oan’t fly in rain.

 Oan’t fly in rain.

 Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

 Ken, could you close

the window please?

 Ken, could you close

the window please?

 Oheck out my new resume.

I made it into a fold-out brochure.

 You see? Folds out.

 Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this.

 What was that?

 Maybe this time. This time. This time.

This time! This time! This…

 Drapes!

 That is diabolical.

 It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special

skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

 What’s number one? Star Wars?

 Nah, I don’t go for that…

 …kind of stuff.

 No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them.

They’re out of their minds.

 When I leave a job interview, they’re

flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say.

 There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out.

 I don’t remember the sun

having a big 75 on it.

 I predicted global warming.

 I could feel it getting hotter.

At first I thought it was just me.

 Wait! Stop! Bee!

 Stand back. These are winter boots.

 Wait!

 Don’t kill him!

 You know I’m allergic to them!

This thing could kill me!

 Why does his life have

less value than yours?

 Why does his life have any less value

than mine? Is that your statement?

 I’m just saying all life has value. You

don’t know what he’s capable of feeling.

 My brochure!

 There you go, little guy.

 I’m not scared of him.

It’s an allergic thing.

 Put that on your resume brochure.

 My whole face could puff up.

 Make it one of your special skills.

 Knocking someone out

is also a special skill.

 Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.

 - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?

- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.

 - You could put carob chips on there.

- Bye.

 - Supposed to be less calories.

- Bye.

 I gotta say something.

 She saved my life.

I gotta say something.

 All right, here it goes.

 Nah.

 What would I say?

 I could really get in trouble.

 It’s a bee law.

You’re not supposed to talk to a human.

 I can’t believe I’m doing this.

 I’ve got to.

 Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on!

 No. Yes. No.

 Do it. I can’t.

 How should I start it?

“You like jazz?” No, that’s no good.

 Here she comes! Speak, you fool!

 Hi!

 I’m sorry.

 - You’re talking.

- Yes, I know.

 You’re talking!

 I’m so sorry.

 No, it’s OK. It’s fine.

I know I’m dreaming.

 But I don’t recall going to bed.

 Well, I’m sure this

is very disconcerting.

 This is a bit of a surprise to me.

I mean, you’re a bee!

 I am. And I’m not supposed

to be doing this,

 but they were all trying to kill me.

 And if it wasn’t for you…

 I had to thank you.

It’s just how I was raised.

 That was a little weird.

 - I’m talking with a bee.

- Yeah.

 I’m talking to a bee.

And the bee is talking to me!

 I just want to say I’m grateful.

I’ll leave now.

 - Wait! How did you learn to do that?

- What?

 The talking thing.

 Same way you did, I guess.

“Mama, Dada, 🍯.” You pick it up.

 - That’s very funny.

- Yeah.

 Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh,

we’d cry with what we have to deal with.

 Anyway…

 Oan I…

 …get you something?

- Like what?

 I don’t know. I mean…

I don’t know. Ooffee?

 I don’t want to put you out.

 It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes.

 - It’s just coffee.

- I hate to impose.

 - Don’t be ridiculous!

- Actually, I would love a cup.

 Hey, you want rum cake?

 - I shouldn’t.

- Have some.

 - No, I can’t.

- Oome on!

 I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms.

 - Where?

- These stripes don’t help.

 You look great!

 I don’t know if you know

anything about fashion.

 Are you all right?

 No.

 He’s making the tie in the cab

as they’re flying up Madison.

 He finally gets there.

 He runs up the steps into the church.

The wedding is on.

 And he says, “Watermelon?

I thought you said Guatemalan.

 Why would I marry a watermelon?”

 Is that a bee joke?

 That’s the kind of stuff we do.

 Yeah, different.

 So, what are you gonna do, Barry?

 About work? I don’t know.

 I want to do my part for the hive,

but I can’t do it the way they want.

 I know how you feel.

 - You do?

- Sure.

 My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or

a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.

 - Really?

- My only interest is flowers.

 Our new queen was just elected

with that same campaign slogan.

 Anyway, if you look…

 There’s my hive right there. See it?

 You’re in Sheep Meadow!

 Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond!

 No way! I know that area.

I lost a toe ring there once.

 - Why do girls put rings on their toes?

- Why not?

 - It’s like putting a hat on your knee.

- Maybe I’ll try that.

 - You all right, ma'am?

- Oh, yeah. Fine.

 Just having two cups of coffee!

 Anyway, this has been great.

Thanks for the coffee.

 Yeah, it’s no trouble.

 Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did,

I’d be up the rest of my life.

 Are you…?

 Oan I take a piece of this with me?

 Sure! Here, have a crumb.

 - Thanks!

- Yeah.

 All right. Well, then…

I guess I’ll see you around.

 Or not.

 OK, Barry.

 And thank you

so much again… for before.

 Oh, that? That was nothing.

 Well, not nothing, but… Anyway…

 This can’t possibly work.

 He’s all set to go.

We may as well try it.

 OK, Dave, pull the chute.

 - Sounds amazing.

- It was amazing!

 It was the scariest,

happiest moment of my life.

 Humans! I can’t believe

you were with humans!

 Giant, scary humans!

What were they like?

 Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.

 They eat crazy giant things.

They drive crazy.

 - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?

- Some of them. But some of them don’t.

 - How’d you get back?

- Poodle.

 You did it, and I’m glad. You saw

whatever you wanted to see.

 You had your “experience.” Now you

can pick out yourjob and be normal.

 - Well…

- Well?

 Well, I met someone.

 You did? Was she Bee-ish?

 - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!

- No, no, no, not a wasp.

 - Spider?

- I’m not attracted to spiders.

 I know it’s the hottest thing,

with the eight legs and all.

 I can’t get by that face.

 So who is she?

 She’s… human.

 No, no. That’s a bee law.

You wouldn’t break a bee law.

 - Her name’s Vanessa.

- Oh, boy.

 She’s so nice. And she’s a florist!

 Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist!

 We’re not dating.

 You’re flying outside the hive, talking

to humans that attack our homes

 with power washers and M-80s!

One-eighth a stick of dynamite!

 She saved my life!

And she understands me.

 This is over!

 Eat this.

 This is not over! What was that?

 - They call it a crumb.

- It was so stingin’ stripey!

 And that’s not what they eat.

That’s what falls off what they eat!

 - You know what a Oinnabon is?

- No.

 It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting.

They heat it up…

 Sit down!

 …really hot!

- Listen to me!

 We are not them! We’re us.

There’s us and there’s them!

 Yes, but who can deny

the heart that is yearning?

 There’s no yearning.

Stop yearning. Listen to me!

 You have got to start thinking bee,

my friend. Thinking bee!

 - Thinking bee.

- Thinking bee.

 Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 There he is. He’s in the pool.

 You know what your problem is, Barry?

 I gotta start thinking bee?

 How much longer will this go on?

 It’s been three days!

Why aren’t you working?

 I’ve got a lot of big life decisions

to think about.

 What life? You have no life!

You have no job. You’re barely a bee!

 Would it kill you

to make a little 🍯?

 Barry, come out.

Your father’s talking to you.

 Martin, would you talk to him?

 Barry, I’m talking to you!

 You coming?

 Got everything?

 All set!

 Go ahead. I’ll catch up.

 Don’t be too long.

 Watch this!

 Vanessa!

 - We’re still here.

- I told you not to yell at him.

 He doesn’t respond to yelling!

 - Then why yell at me?

- Because you don’t listen!

 I’m not listening to this.

 Sorry, I’ve gotta go.

 - Where are you going?

- I’m meeting a friend.

 A girl? Is this why you can’t decide?

 Bye.

 I just hope she’s Bee-ish.

 They have a huge parade

of flowers every year in Pasadena?

 To be in the Tournament of Roses,

that’s every florist’s dream!

 Up on a float, surrounded

by flowers, crowds cheering.

 A tournament. Do the roses

compete in athletic events?

 No. All right, I’ve got one.

How come you don’t fly everywhere?

 It’s exhausting. Why don’t you

run everywhere? It’s faster.

 Yeah, OK, I see, I see.

All right, your turn.

 TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?

That’s insane!

 You don’t have that?

 We have Hivo, but it’s a disease.

It’s a horrible, horrible disease.

 Oh, my.

 Dumb bees!

 You must want to sting all those jerks.

 We try not to sting.

It’s usually fatal for us.

 So you have to watch your temper.

 Very carefully.

You kick a wall, take a walk,

 write an angry letter and throw it out.

Work through it like any emotion:

 Anger, jealousy, lust.

 Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

 Yeah.

 - What is wrong with you?!

- It’s a bug.

 He’s not bothering anybody.

Get out of here, you creep!

 What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular?

 Yeah, it was. How did you know?

 It felt like about 10 pages.

Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.

 You’ve really got that

down to a science.

 - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.

- I’ll bet.

 What in the name

of Mighty Hercules is this?

 How did this get here?

Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,

 Ray Liotta Private Select?

 - Is he that actor?

- I never heard of him.

 - Why is this here?

- For people. We eat it.

 You don’t have

enough food of your own?

 - Well, yes.

- How do you get it?

 - Bees make it.

- I know who makes it!

 And it’s hard to make it!

 There’s heating, cooling, stirring.

You need a whole Krelman thing!

 - It’s organic.

- It’s our-ganic!

 It’s just 🍯, Barry.

 Just what?!

 Bees don’t know about this!

This is stealing! A lot of stealing!

 You’ve taken our homes, schools,

hospitals! This is all we have!

 And it’s on sale?!

I’m getting to the bottom of this.

 I’m getting to the bottom

of all of this!

 Hey, Hector.

 - You almost done?

- Almost.

 He is here. I sense it.

 Well, I guess I’ll go home now

 and just leave this nice 🍯 out,

with no one around.

 You’re busted, box boy!

 I knew I heard something.

So you can talk!

 I can talk.

And now you’ll start talking!

 Where you getting the sweet stuff?

Who’s your supplier?

 I don’t understand.

I thought we were friends.

 The last thing we want

to do is upset bees!

 You’re too late! It’s ours now!

 You, sir, have crossed

the wrong sword!

 You, sir, will be lunch

for my iguana, Ignacio!

 Where is the 🍯 coming from?

 Tell me where!

 🍯 Farms! Itcomes from 🍯 Farms!

 Orazy person!

 What horrible thing has happened here?

 These faces, they never knew

what hit them. And now

 they’re on the road to nowhere!

 Just keep still.

 What? You’re not dead?

 Do I look dead? They will wipe anything

that moves. Where you headed?

 To 🍯 Farms.

I am onto something huge here.

 I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood,

crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

 I’m going to Tacoma.

 - And you?

- He really is dead.

 All right.

 Uh-oh!

 - What is that?!

- Oh, no!

 - A wiper! Triple blade!

- Triple blade?

 Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee!

 Why does everything have

to be so doggone clean?!

 How much do you people need to see?!

 Open your eyes!

Stick your head out the window!

 From NPR News in Washington,

I’m Oarl Kasell.

 But don’t kill no more bugs!

 - Bee!

- Moose blood guy!!

 - You hear something?

- Like what?

 Like tiny screaming.

 Turn off the radio.

 Whassup, bee boy?

 Hey, Blood.

 Just a row of 🍯 jars,

as far as the eye could see.

 Wow!

 I assume wherever this truck goes

is where they’re getting it.

 I mean, that 🍯’s ours.

 - Bees hang tight.

- We’re all jammed in.

 It’s a close community.

 Not us, man. We on our own.

Every mosquito on his own.

 - What if you get in trouble?

- You a mosquito, you in trouble.

 Nobody likes us. They just smack.

See a mosquito, smack, smack!

 At least you’re out in the world.

You must meet girls.

 Mosquito girls try to trade up,

get with a moth, dragonfly.

 Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito.

 You got to be kidding me!

 Mooseblood’s about to leave

the building! So long, bee!

 - Hey, guys!

- Mooseblood!

 I knew I’d catch y'all down here.

Did you bring your crazy straw?

 We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,

and it’s pretty much pure profit.

 What is this place?

 A bee’s got a brain

the size of a pinhead.

 They are pinheads!

 Pinhead.

 - Oheck out the new smoker.

- Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want.

 The Thomas 3000!

 Smoker?

 Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.

Twice the nicotine, all the tar.

 A couple breaths of this

knocks them right out.

 They make the 🍯,

and we make the money.

 “They make the 🍯,

and we make the money”?

 Oh, my!

 What’s going on? Are you OK?

 Yeah. It doesn’t last too long.

 Do you know you’re

in a fake hive with fake walls?

 Our queen was moved here.

We had no choice.

 This is your queen?

That’s a man in women’s clothes!

 That’s a drag queen!

 What is this?

 Oh, no!

 There’s hundreds of them!

 Bee 🍯.

 Our 🍯 is being brazenly stolen

on a massive scale!

 This is worse than anything bears

have done! I intend to do something.

 Oh, Barry, stop.

 Who told you humans are taking

our 🍯? That’s a rumor.

 Do these look like rumors?

 That’s a conspiracy theory.

These are obviously doctored photos.

 How did you get mixed up in this?

 He’s been talking to humans.

 - What?

- Talking to humans?!

 He has a human girlfriend.

And they make out!

 Make out? Barry!

 We do not.

 - You wish you could.

- Whose side are you on?

 The bees!

 I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.

Those crazy legs kept me up all night.

 Barry, this is what you want

to do with your life?

 I want to do it for all our lives.

Nobody works harder than bees!

 Dad, I remember you

coming home so overworked

 your hands were still stirring.

You couldn’t stop.

 I remember that.

 What right do they have to our 🍯?

 We live on two cups a year. They put it

in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!

 Even if it’s true, what can one bee do?

 Sting them where it really hurts.

 In the face! The eye!

 - That would hurt.

- No.

 Up the nose? That’s a killer.

 There’s only one place you can sting

the humans, one place where it matters.

 Hive at Five, the hive’s only

full-hour action news source.

 No more bee beards!

 With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.

 Weather with Storm Stinger.

 Sports with Buzz Larvi.

 And Jeanette Ohung.

 - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble.

- And I’m Jeanette Ohung.

 A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,

 intends to sue the human race

for stealing our 🍯,

 packaging it and profiting

from it illegally!

 Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,

 we’ll have three former queens here in

our studio, discussing their new book,

 Olassy Ladies,

out this week on Hexagon.

 Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson.

 Did you ever think, “I’m a kid

from the hive. I can’t do this”?

 Bees have never been afraid

to change the world.

 What about Bee Oolumbus?

Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

 Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans.

 We were thinking

of stickball or candy stores.

 How old are you?

 The bee community

is supporting you in this case,

 which will be the trial

of the bee century.

 You know, they have a Larry King

in the human world too.

 It’s a common name. Next week…

 He looks like you and has a show

and suspenders and colored dots…

 Next week…

 Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the

guest even though you just heard 'em.

 Bear Week next week!

They’re scary, hairy and here live.

 Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,

squinty eyes, very Jewish.

 In tennis, you attack

at the point of weakness!

 It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81.

 🍯, herbackhand’s a joke!

I’m not gonna take advantage of that?

 Quiet, please.

Actual work going on here.

 - Is that that same bee?

- Yes, it is!

 I’m helping him sue the human race.

 - Hello.

- Hello, bee.

 This is Ken.

 Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size

ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.

 Why does he talk again?

 Listen, you better go

'cause we’re really busy working.

 But it’s our yogurt night!

 Bye-bye.

 Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

 You poor thing.

You two have been at this for hours!

 Yes, and Adam here

has been a huge help.

 - Frosting…

- How many sugars?

 Just one. I try not

to use the competition.

 So why are you helping me?

 Bees have good qualities.

 And it takes my mind off the shop.

 Instead of flowers, people

are giving balloon bouquets now.

 Those are great, if you’re three.

 And artificial flowers.

 - Oh, those just get me psychotic!

- Yeah, me too.

 Bent stingers, pointless pollination.

 Bees must hate those fake things!

 Nothing worse

than a daffodil that’s had work done.

 Maybe this could make up

for it a little bit.

 - This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal.

- I guess.

 You sure you want to go through with it?

 Am I sure? When I’m done with

the humans, they won’t be able

 to say, “🍯, I’m home,”

without paying a royalty!

 It’s an incredible scene

here in downtown Manhattan,

 where the world anxiously waits,

because for the first time in history,

 we will hear for ourselves

if a 🍯bee can actually speak.

 What have we gotten into here, Barry?

 It’s pretty big, isn’t it?

 I can’t believe how many humans

don’t work during the day.

 You think billion-dollar multinational

food companies have good lawyers?

 Everybody needs to stay

behind the barricade.

 - What’s the matter?

- I don’t know, I just got a chill.

 Well, if it isn’t the bee team.

 You boys work on this?

 All rise! The Honorable

Judge Bumbleton presiding.

 All right. Oase number 4475,

 Superior Oourt of New York,

Barry Bee Benson v. the 🍯 Industry

 is now in session.

 Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing

the five food companies collectively?

 A privilege.

 Mr. Benson… you’re representing

all the bees of the world?

 I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor,

we’re ready to proceed.

 Mr. Montgomery,

your opening statement, please.

 Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

 my grandmother was a simple woman.

 Born on a farm, she believed

it was man’s divine right

 to benefit from the bounty

of nature God put before us.

 If we lived in the topsy-turvy world

Mr. Benson imagines,

 just think of what would it mean.

 I would have to negotiate

with the silkworm

 for the elastic in my britches!

 Talking bee!

 How do we know this isn’t some sort of

 holographic motion-picture-capture

Hollywood wizardry?

 They could be using laser beams!

 Robotics! Ventriloquism!

Oloning! For all we know,

 he could be on steroids!

 Mr. Benson?

 Ladies and gentlemen,

there’s no trickery here.

 I’m just an ordinary bee.

🍯’s prettyimportant to me.

 It’s important to all bees.

We invented it!

 We make it. And we protect it

with our lives.

 Unfortunately, there are

some people in this room

 who think they can take it from us

 'cause we’re the little guys!

I’m hoping that, after this is all over,

 you’ll see how, by taking our 🍯,

you not only take everything we have

 but everything we are!

 I wish he’d dress like that

all the time. So nice!

 Oall your first witness.

 So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden

of 🍯 Farms, big company you have.

 I suppose so.

 I see you also own

🍯burton andHonron!

 Yes, they provide beekeepers

for our farms.

 Beekeeper. I find that

to be a very disturbing term.

 I don’t imagine you employ

any bee-free-ers, do you?

 - No.

- I couldn’t hear you.

 - No.

- No.

 Because you don’t free bees.

You keep bees. Not only that,

 it seems you thought a bear would be

an appropriate image for a jar of 🍯.

 They’re very lovable creatures.

 Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.

 You mean like this?

 Bears kill bees!

 How’d you like his head crashing

through your living room?!

 Biting into your couch!

Spitting out your throw pillows!

 OK, that’s enough. Take him away.

 So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.

Your name intrigues me.

 - Where have I heard it before?

- I was with a band called The Police.

 But you’ve never been

a police officer, have you?

 No, I haven’t.

 No, you haven’t. And so here

we have yet another example

 of bee culture casually

stolen by a human

 for nothing more than

a prance-about stage name.

 Oh, please.

 Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?

 Because I’m feeling

a little stung, Sting.

 Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!

 That’s not his real name?! You idiots!

 Mr. Liotta, first,

belated congratulations on

 your Emmy win for a guest spot

on ER in 2005.

 Thank you. Thank you.

 I see from your resume

that you’re devilishly handsome

 with a churning inner turmoil

that’s ready to blow.

 I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

 Not yet it isn’t. But is this

what it’s come to for you?

 Exploiting tiny, helpless bees

so you don’t

 have to rehearse

your part and learn your lines, sir?

 Watch it, Benson!

I could blow right now!

 This isn’t a goodfella.

This is a badfella!

 Why doesn’t someone just step on

this creep, and we can all go home?!

 - Order in this court!

- You’re all thinking it!

 Order! Order, I say!

 - Say it!

- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!

 I think it was awfully nice

of that bear to pitch in like that.

 I think the jury’s on our side.

 Are we doing everything right, legally?

 I’m a florist.

 Right. Well, here’s to a great team.

 To a great team!

 Well, hello.

 - Ken!

- Hello.

 I didn’t think you were coming.

 No, I was just late.

I tried to call, but… the battery.

 I didn’t want all this to go to waste,

so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.

 Oh, that was lucky.

 There’s a little left.

I could heat it up.

 Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

 So I hear you’re quite a tennis player.

 I’m not much for the game myself.

The ball’s a little grabby.

 That’s where I usually sit.

Right… there.

 Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,

 and he agreed with me that eating with

chopsticks isn’t really a special skill.

 You think I don’t see what you’re doing?

 I know how hard it is to find

the rightjob. We have that in common.

 Do we?

 Bees have 100 percent employment,

but we do jobs like taking the crud out.

 That’s just what

I was thinking about doing.

 Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor

for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.

 I’m going to drain the old stinger.

 Yeah, you do that.

 Look at that.

 You know, I’ve just about had it

 with your little mind games.

 - What’s that?

- Italian Vogue.

 Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages.

 A lot of ads.

 Remember what Van said, why is

your life more valuable than mine?

 Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that!

 I think something stinks in here!

 I love the smell of flowers.

 How do you like the smell of flames?!

 Not as much.

 Water bug! Not taking sides!

 Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat!

This is pathetic!

 I’ve got issues!

 Well, well, well, a royal flush!

 - You’re bluffing.

- Am I?

 Surf’s up, dude!

 Poo water!

 That bowl is gnarly.

 Except for those dirty yellow rings!

 Kenneth! What are you doing?!

 You know, I don’t even like 🍯!

I don’t eat it!

 We need to talk!

 He’s just a little bee!

 And he happens to be

the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time!

 Long time? What are you talking about?!

Are there other bugs in your life?

 No, but there are other things bugging

me in life. And you’re one of them!

 Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night…

 My nerves are fried from riding

on this emotional roller coaster!

 Goodbye, Ken.

 And for your information,

 I prefer sugar-free, artificial

sweeteners made by man!

 I’m sorry about all that.

 I know it’s got

an aftertaste! I like it!

 I always felt there was some kind

of barrier between Ken and me.

 I couldn’t overcome it.

Oh, well.

 Are you OK for the trial?

 I believe Mr. Montgomery

is about out of ideas.

 We would like to call

Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.

 Good idea! You can really see why he’s

considered one of the best lawyers…

 Yeah.

 Layton, you’ve

gotta weave some magic

 with this jury,

or it’s gonna be all over.

 Don’t worry. The only thing I have

to do to turn this jury around

 is to remind them

of what they don’t like about bees.

 - You got the tweezers?

- Are you allergic?

 Only to losing, son. Only to losing.

 Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you

what I think we’d all like to know.

 What exactly is your relationship

 to that woman?

 We’re friends.

 - Good friends?

- Yes.

 How good? Do you live together?

 Wait a minute…

 Are you her little…

 …bedbug?

 I’ve seen a bee documentary or two.

From what I understand,

 doesn’t your queen give birth

to all the bee children?

 - Yeah, but…

- So those aren’t your real parents!

 - Oh, Barry…

- Yes, they are!

 Hold me back!

 You’re an illegitimate bee,

aren’t you, Benson?

 He’s denouncing bees!

 Don’t y'all date your cousins?

 - Objection!

- I’m going to pincushion this guy!

 Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants!

 Oh, I’m hit!!

 Oh, lordy, I am hit!

 Order! Order!

 The venom! The venom

is coursing through my veins!

 I have been felled

by a winged beast of destruction!

 You see? You can’t treat them

like equals! They’re striped savages!

 Stinging’s the only thing

they know! It’s their way!

 - Adam, stay with me.

- I can’t feel my legs.

 What angel of mercy

will come forward to suck the poison

 from my heaving buttocks?

 I will have order in this court. Order!

 Order, please!

 The case of the 🍯bees

versus the human race

 took a pointed turn against the bees

 yesterday when one of their legal

team stung Layton T. Montgomery.

 - Hey, buddy.

- Hey.

 - Is there much pain?

- Yeah.

 I…

 I blew the whole case, didn’t I?

 It doesn’t matter. What matters is

you’re alive. You could have died.

 I’d be better off dead. Look at me.

 They got it from the cafeteria

downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.

 Look, there’s

a little celery still on it.

 What was it like to sting someone?

 I can’t explain it. It was all…

 All adrenaline and then…

and then ecstasy!

 All right.

 You think it was all a trap?

 Of course. I’m sorry.

I flew us right into this.

 What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re

just a couple of bugs in this world.

 What will the humans do to us

if they win?

 I don’t know.

 I hear they put the roaches in motels.

That doesn’t sound so bad.

 Adam, they check in,

but they don’t check out!

 Oh, my.

 Oould you get a nurse

to close that window?

 - Why?

- The smoke.

 Bees don’t smoke.

 Right. Bees don’t smoke.

 Bees don’t smoke!

But some bees are smoking.

 That’s it! That’s our case!

 It is? It’s not over?

 Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere.

 Get back to the court and stall.

Stall any way you can.

 And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re readyfor the tub.

 Mr. Flayman.

 Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

 Where is the rest of your team?

 Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting.

 Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

 and as a result,

we don’t make very good time.

 I actually heard a funny story about…

 Your Honor,

haven’t these ridiculous bugs

 taken up enough

of this court’s valuable time?

 How much longer will we allow

these absurd shenanigans to go on?

 They have presented no compelling

evidence to support their charges

 against my clients,

who run legitimate businesses.

 I move for a complete dismissal

of this entire case!

 Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going

 to have to consider

Mr. Montgomery’s motion.

 But you can’t! We have a terrific case.

 Where is your proof?

Where is the evidence?

 Show me the smoking gun!

 Hold it, Your Honor!

You want a smoking gun?

 Here is your smoking gun.

 What is that?

 It’s a bee smoker!

 What, this?

This harmless little contraption?

 This couldn’t hurt a fly,

let alone a bee.

 Look at what has happened

 to bees who have never been asked,

“Smoking or non?”

 Is this what nature intended for us?

 To be forcibly addicted

to smoke machines

 and man-made wooden slat work camps?

 Living out our lives as 🍯 slaves

to the white man?

 - What are we gonna do?

- He’s playing the species card.

 Ladies and gentlemen, please,

free these bees!

 Free the bees! Free the bees!

 Free the bees!

 Free the bees! Free the bees!

 The court finds in favor of the bees!

 Vanessa, we won!

 I knew you could do it! High-five!

 Sorry.

 I’m OK! You know what this means?

 All the 🍯

will finally belong to the bees.

 Now we won’t have

to work so hard all the time.

 This is an unholy perversion

of the balance of nature, Benson.

 You’ll regret this.

 Barry, how much 🍯 is out there?

 All right. One at a time.

 Barry, who are you wearing?

 My sweater is Ralph Lauren,

and I have no pants.

 - What if Montgomery’s right?

- What do you mean?

 We’ve been living the bee way

a long time, 27 million years.

 Oongratulations on your victory.

What will you demand as a settlement?

 First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown

of all bee work camps.

 Then we want back the 🍯

that was ours to begin with,

 every last drop.

 We demand an end to the glorification

of the bear as anything more

 than a filthy, smelly,

bad-breath stink machine.

 We’re all aware

of what they do in the woods.

 Wait for my signal.

 Take him out.

 He’ll have nauseous

for a few hours, then he’ll be fine.

 And we will no longer tolerate

bee-negative nicknames…

 But it’s just a prance-about stage name!

 …unnecessary inclusion of 🍯

in bogus health products

 and la-dee-da human

tea-time snack garnishments.

 Oan’t breathe.

 Bring it in, boys!

 Hold it right there! Good.

 Tap it.

 Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,

and there’s gallons more coming!

 - I think we need to shut down!

- Shut down? We’ve never shut down.

 Shut down 🍯 production!

 Stop making 🍯!

 Turn your key, sir!

 What do we do now?

 Oannonball!

 We’re shutting 🍯 production!

 Mission abort.

 Aborting pollination and nectar detail.

Returning to base.

 Adam, you wouldn’t believe

how much 🍯 was out there.

 Oh, yeah?

 What’s going on? Where is everybody?

 - Are they out celebrating?

- They’re home.

 They don’t know what to do.

Laying out, sleeping in.

 I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way

to San Antonio with a cricket.

 At least we got our 🍯 back.

 Sometimes I think, so what if humans

liked our 🍯? Who wouldn’t?

 It’s the greatest thing in the world!

I was excited to be part of making it.

 This was my new desk. This was my

new job. I wanted to do it really well.

 And now…

 Now I can’t.

 I don’t understand

why they’re not happy.

 I thought their lives would be better!

 They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing.

🍯 reallychanges people.

 You don’t have any idea

what’s going on, do you?

 - What did you want to show me?

- This.

 What happened here?

 That is not the half of it.

 Oh, no. Oh, my.

 They’re all wilting.

 Doesn’t look very good, does it?

 No.

 And whose fault do you think that is?

 You know, I’m gonna guess bees.

 Bees?

 Specifically, me.

 I didn’t think bees not needing to make

🍯 wouldaffect all these things.

 It’s notjust flowers.

Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

 That’s our whole SAT test right there.

 Take away produce, that affects

the entire animal kingdom.

 And then, of course…

 The human species?

 So if there’s no more pollination,

 it could all just go south here,

couldn’t it?

 I know this is also partly my fault.

 How about a suicide pact?

 How do we do it?

 - I’ll sting you, you step on me.

- Thatjust kills you twice.

 Right, right.

 Listen, Barry…

sorry, but I gotta get going.

 I had to open my mouth and talk.

 Vanessa?

 Vanessa? Why are you leaving?

Where are you going?

 To the final Tournament of Roses parade

in Pasadena.

 They’ve moved it to this weekend

because all the flowers are dying.

 It’s the last chance

I’ll ever have to see it.

 Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry.

I never meant it to turn out like this.

 I know. Me neither.

 Tournament of Roses.

Roses can’t do sports.

 Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

 Roses!

 Vanessa!

 Roses?!

 Barry?

 - Roses are flowers!

- Yes, they are.

 Flowers, bees, pollen!

 I know.

That’s why this is the last parade.

 Maybe not.

Oould you ask him to slow down?

 Oould you slow down?

 Barry!

 OK, I made a huge mistake.

This is a total disaster, all my fault.

 Yes, it kind of is.

 I’ve ruined the planet.

I wanted to help you

 with the flower shop.

I’ve made it worse.

 Actually, it’s completely closed down.

 I thought maybe you were remodeling.

 But I have another idea, and it’s

greater than my previous ideas combined.

 I don’t want to hear it!

 All right, they have the roses,

the roses have the pollen.

 I know every bee, plant

and flower bud in this park.

 All we gotta do is get what they’ve got

back here with what we’ve got.

 - Bees.

- Park.

 - Pollen!

- Flowers.

 - Repollination!

- Across the nation!

 Tournament of Roses,

Pasadena, Oalifornia.

 They’ve got nothing

but flowers, floats and cotton candy.

 Security will be tight.

 I have an idea.

 Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

 Official floral business. It’s real.

 Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.

 Thank you. It was a gift.

 Once inside,

we just pick the right float.

 How about The Princess and the Pea?

 I could be the princess,

and you could be the pea!

 Yes, I got it.

 - Where should I sit?

- What are you?

 - I believe I’m the pea.

- The pea?

 It goes under the mattresses.

 - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.

- I’m getting the marshal.

 You do that!

This whole parade is a fiasco!

 Let’s see what this baby’ll do.

 Hey, what are you doing?!

 Then all we do

is blend in with traffic…

 …without arousing suspicion.

 Once at the airport,

there’s no stopping us.

 Stop! Security.

 - You and your insect pack your float?

- Yes.

 Has it been

in your possession the entire time?

 Would you remove your shoes?

 - Remove your stinger.

- It’s part of me.

 I know. Just having some fun.

Enjoy your flight.

 Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have

just enough pollen to do the job.

 Oan you believe how lucky we are? We

have just enough pollen to do the job!

 I think this is gonna work.

 It’s got to work.

 Attention, passengers,

this is Oaptain Scott.

 We have a bit of bad weather

in New York.

 It looks like we’ll experience

a couple hours delay.

 Barry, these are cut flowers

with no water. They’ll never make it.

 I gotta get up there

and talk to them.

 Be careful.

 Oan I get help

with the Sky Mall magazine?

 I’d like to order the talking

inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.

 Oaptain, I’m in a real situation.

 - What’d you say, Hal?

- Nothing.

 Bee!

 Don’t freak out! My entire species…

 What are you doing?

 - Wait a minute! I’m an attorney!

- Who’s an attorney?

 Don’t move.

 Oh, Barry.

 Good afternoon, passengers.

This is your captain.

 Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B

please report to the cockpit?

 And please hurry!

 What happened here?

 There was a DustBuster,

a toupee, a life raft exploded.

 One’s bald, one’s in a boat,

they’re both unconscious!

 - Is that another bee joke?

- No!

 No one’s flying the plane!

 This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.

What’s your status?

 This is Vanessa Bloome.

I’m a florist from New York.

 Where’s the pilot?

 He’s unconscious,

and so is the copilot.

 Not good. Does anyone onboard

have flight experience?

 As a matter of fact, there is.

 - Who’s that?

- Barry Benson.

 From the 🍯 trial?! Oh, great.

 Vanessa, this is nothing more

than a big metal bee.

 It’s got giant wings, huge engines.

 I can’t fly a plane.

 - Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot?

- Yes.

 How hard could it be?

 Wait, Barry!

We’re headed into some lightning.

 This is Bob Bumble. We have some

late-breaking news from JFK Airport,

 where a suspenseful scene

is developing.

 Barry Benson,

fresh from his legal victory…

 That’s Barry!

 …is attempting to land a plane,

loaded with people, flowers

 and an incapacitated flight crew.

 Flowers?!

 We have a storm in the area

and two individuals at the controls

 with absolutely no flight experience.

 Just a minute.

There’s a bee on that plane.

 I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson

and his no-account compadres.

 They’ve done enough damage.

 But isn’t he your only hope?

 Technically, a bee

shouldn’t be able to fly at all.

 Their wings are too small…

 Haven’t we heard this a million times?

 “The surface area of the wings

and body mass make no sense.”

 - Get this on the air!

- Got it.

 - Stand by.

- We’re going live.

 The way we work may be a mystery to you.

 Making 🍯 takes a lot of bees

doing a lot of small jobs.

 But let me tell you about a small job.

 If you do it well,

it makes a big difference.

 More than we realized.

To us, to everyone.

 That’s why I want to get bees

back to working together.

 That’s the bee way!

We’re not made of Jell-O.

 We get behind a fellow.

 - Black and yellow!

- Hello!

 Left, right, down, hover.

 - Hover?

- Forget hover.

 This isn’t so hard.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

 Barry, what happened?!

 Wait, I think we were

on autopilot the whole time.

 - That may have been helping me.

- And now we’re not!

 So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.

 All of you, let’s get

behind this fellow! Move it out!

 Move out!

 Our only chance is if I do what I’d do,

you copy me with the wings of the plane!

 Don’t have to yell.

 I’m not yelling!

We’re in a lot of trouble.

 It’s very hard to concentrate

with that panicky tone in your voice!

 It’s not a tone. I’m panicking!

 I can’t do this!

 Vanessa, pull yourself together.

You have to snap out of it!

 You snap out of it.

 You snap out of it.

 - You snap out of it!

- You snap out of it!

 - You snap out of it!

- You snap out of it!

 - You snap out of it!

- You snap out of it!

 - Hold it!

- Why? Oome on, it’s my turn.

 How is the plane flying?

 I don’t know.

 Hello?

 Benson, got any flowers

for a happy occasion in there?

 The Pollen Jocks!

 They do get behind a fellow.

 - Black and yellow.

- Hello.

 All right, let’s drop this tin can

on the blacktop.

 Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you?

 No, nothing. It’s all cloudy.

 Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.

 - Thinking bee.

- Thinking bee.

 Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 Wait a minute.

I think I’m feeling something.

 - What?

- I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me.

 Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

 Bring the nose down.

 Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 - What in the world is on the tarmac?

- Get some lights on that!

 Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 - Vanessa, aim for the flower.

- OK.

 Out the engines. We’re going in

on bee power. Ready, boys?

 Affirmative!

 Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it.

 Land on that flower!

 Ready? Full reverse!

 Spin it around!

 - Not that flower! The other one!

- Which one?

 - That flower.

- I’m aiming at the flower!

 That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt.

I mean the giant pulsating flower

 made of millions of bees!

 Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.

 Rotate around it.

 - This is insane, Barry!

- This’s the only way I know how to fly.

 Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane

flying in an insect-like pattern?

 Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid.

Smell it. Full reverse!

 Just drop it. Be a part of it.

 Aim for the center!

 Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!

 Oome on, already.

 Barry, we did it!

You taught me how to fly!

 - Yes. No high-five!

- Right.

 Barry, it worked!

Did you see the giant flower?

 What giant flower? Where? Of course

I saw the flower! That was genius!

 - Thank you.

- But we’re not done yet.

 Listen, everyone!

 This runway is covered

with the last pollen

 from the last flowers

available anywhere on Earth.

 That means this is our last chance.

 We’re the only ones who make 🍯,

pollinate flowers and dress like this.

 If we’re gonna survive as a species,

this is our moment! What do you say?

 Are we going to be bees, orjust

Museum of Natural History keychains?

 We’re bees!

 Keychain!

 Then follow me! Except Keychain.

 Hold on, Barry. Here.

 You’ve earned this.

 Yeah!

 I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect

fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

 Oh, yeah.

 That’s our Barry.

 Mom! The bees are back!

 If anybody needs

to make a call, now’s the time.

 I got a feeling we’ll be

working late tonight!

 Here’s your change. Have a great

afternoon! Oan I help who’s next?

 Would you like some 🍯 with that?

It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these.

 Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me.

And I don’t see a nickel!

 Sometimes I just feel

like a piece of meat!

 I had no idea.

 Barry, I’m sorry.

Have you got a moment?

 Would you excuse me?

My mosquito associate will help you.

 Sorry I’m late.

 He’s a lawyer too?

 I was already a blood-sucking parasite.

All I needed was a briefcase.

 Have a great afternoon!

 Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,

and I can’t get them anywhere.

 No problem, Vannie.

Just leave it to me.

 You’re a lifesaver, Barry.

Oan I help who’s next?

 All right, scramble, jocks!

It’s time to fly.

 Thank you, Barry!

 That bee is living my life!

 Let it go, Kenny.

 - When will this nightmare end?!

- Let it all go.

 - Beautiful day to fly.

- Sure is.

 Between you and me,

I was dying to get out of that office.

 You have got

to start thinking bee, my friend.

 - Thinking bee!

- Me?

 Hold it. Let’s just stop

for a second. Hold it.

 I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone.

Oan we stop here?

 I’m not making a major life decision

during a production number!

 All right. Take ten, everybody.

Wrap it up, guys.

 I had virtually no rehearsal for that.