#my vore brain is open to all those anime boys

[roseytoesy]

Azul is such good pred material. I’ve been brain rotting so bad the past week over this octo-man. So I wrote a bunch of headcannon things for him, sorry not sorry.

First idea, inspired from a story I read a bit ago about azul being greedy

since that’s kinda his main thing, I can imagine a relationship with him being a bit cold with him working so much, but then so heated and passionate as he’s greedy for all you’re love when he finally gets to see you again.

of course since I have a vore centered brain, I can see him pouting at you having to go do some of Crowley work on one of his days off. So what does he do? Shrinks and eats you of course.

can’t do crowmans work if you’re stuck in his soft belly. Hell coo and rub at you. Chatting and laughing the day away. it will be safe and warm of course and he’ll let you out a few times to eat and to cuddle a bit too.

just as soon as that deadbeat grand headmaster visits it’s back into the tummy to hide away from all your worries as he has to be responsible for once.

loves your flavor and how you fill him up so perfectly. Loves your warmth and the feeling of power over another (not in a mean way, he just likes having power in general)

the twins will know when he’s hiding you away since his hand will wander to his belly as he works.

Floyd will happily poke and prod his boss’s tummy while jade will just amusedly watch and give his own jabbing and teasing remarks.

it’s all in good fun though. The tweels like you and how you make their friend boss happy!

Azul rarely does anything with you when in his octo form. But if you’ve been together long enough he might be willing to give it a try.

once he’s got his tentacles on you be prepared, he’s going to be in a bit of a bashful state as his suckers happily taste your skin.

won’t eat you in that form unless you ask. Once you do he’s happy to oblige and can even do it at a bit of a bigger size since he’s a lot more flexible and stretchy.

using all of his arms to lovingly squish and hug his belly close, murmuring how much he loves you and your taste.

just… this merman is amazing and I believe him and his eel buddies are my new vore crushes.

[incorrect-mha-bnha]

BNHA HEADCANNONS again

Eri holds anual tea parties with everyone but banned Bakugou for “a thousand eternities” because he kept getting into bickering matches with her stuffed animals on who was the better princess.

Kaminari can, in fact, cook and bake. You can’t tell me I’m wrong because I also hc him as a huge stoner. The same with Sero. Those boys be cooking and whippin in the kitchen. Case closed.

Much like Star Lord, I believe Dabi would be one to wear headphones and carry around a cassette tape while he destroys things. People screaming and havoc being caused but it’s all muffled by his tunes. He even dances around as he works.

Mitsuki is the kind of woman to bark at men that catcall her. You can’t say I’m wrong, because I’m not. She would have no shame barking at some sleazebag that passes a rather suggestive demeaning comment her way thinking he’d get away scotch free and have a laugh over it with his sexist buddies— WELL HED BE WRONG because as soon as she hears some punk yell “Nice (insert sexist joke)!” She’d stop, turn his way slowly and start barking as shown.... “BARK BARK RUFF AWOOOO GRRRR BARK BARK BARK!” And the man would literally die on the spot. Gone. A queen. A badass. What a woman.

During that scene in the sports festival where they brought out Bakugou in chains and a muzzle like some villain rather than a teenage child. You know the one— yeah you do. Anyway. He was having an PTSD attack about the slime villain. Tell me I’m wrong. His mouth was covered and he was restrained. It was NOT very long after it either. What were they thinking? Trick question. The whole hero system is trash.

(CW: Vore) I personally think the most twisted hero turned villain scenario would be Tamaki. He eats things to gain power in his quirk.... I think you know where this is going. Imagine finding out a villain literally eating heroes and random civilians to gain their quirks? Wack

Back on my partially blind Todoroki hc. Due to his impaired vision, he tends to stand with his right side towards the opponent as to keep them in his sights and guard blind spots.

When Bakugou gets lonely, he will set off tiny explosions like fireworks that remind him of younger days when him and his friends would attend festivals and run around with sparklers.

I do like the Latin Sero hc so along those lines... you cannot tell me he wouldn’t chase anyone around the dorms with a chancla over something. It’s about as scary as an Aizawa woken up mid nap. He could chuck it a 100 yards and away and still hit you square in the head. Sero is so scary with a chancla, even Bakugou won’t attempt to fuck with him. *Starts yelling* *Sero comes out of nowhere with a sandal in his hand* “Are you yelling at Midoriya again?” *Bakugou looks up then slowly turns away and stalks off grumbling*

Izy is blasian (I don’t know if that’s the correct terminology for the mix) and will from this point on be known as Dekquan on this blog and to me. My mind is Astral in this bitch today. So many hc and thoughts. Hair care products, routines, ethnicity to learn from, SO MUCH. I also hc Mina as black, gods and her know how much of a struggle that boy will go through to take care of his hair.

Listen... I love the Bakusquad.... but they really aren’t exactly feral. Dekquansquad is immensely chaotic in terms of actions. They almost got charged with multiple offenses and Todoroki tried to square up with the head police chief. Not to mention Iida quite literally went to mu1der Stain with the help of Dekquan and Todd. After that they practically said “And what about it!?” THEN half the Dekquansquad went out to rescues Bak, and didn’t give a single fuck about the consequences. Bottom line? Dekquan knows every heroes weakness and has yet to snap completely, Iida has attempted murder under his belt, Todd has the pure teenage rebellious spite mixed with “Neutral chaotic come at me Bro!” Energy fueling him, Ochac is there for the money. Whats bakusquad got? Some Latin scotch tape, a badass breakdancer, pika pika let me charge your phone mister suave, “oh that doesn’t sound very heroic” sunshine and daisies man, and ‘I go to bed for 8’ rabies n company. Don’t even try.

Bak’s parents are fashion designers. Why does this detail matter? Take a look at his hero costume. The color pallet doesn’t clash, the asccesories make sense. (In a sense). It’s the most well put together hero costume out of Class 1A. He had to have picked up tricks and rules to follow from his parents work, you cannot tell me otherwise.

Mina would sing WAP at Uraraka’s wedding..... change my mind.

(Not a ship hc) Will I ever shut up about Kirishima, Bak and Mina being my emotional support Wonder Trio (Im going to need to think of a different damn name) even if I don’t post about it? No. Mina forms a close bond with them as the years progress. Spending more time, opening up with them, nurturing with affection. It goes both ways as well. The boys care about her immensely, becoming protective and promising to be there when she needs it. Inside jokes, training and teasing- they have it all. Their dynamic is *chefs kiss* and I promise to post about it in the future.

Denk has to have brain damage, I’m pretty damn sure. If you’re using electricity to the point of being incapacitated and numerous amount of times then there has to be some adverse effects at play.

[xhanisai]

SALTING AROUND AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

AO3 / FFN

Summary: Introducing!!!!

The! Ultimate! Salt! Fic! Ever! IN ZA WARUDO!

Featuring Dumb Noir getting taught a lesson about boundaries, Perfectnette getting friends and love interest(s), and LILA GETTING HER ASS HANDED BACK! HOW COULD YOU RESIST SUCH A WONDERFUL FIC?

(All in all, a crack fic on salt fics to bring our spirits up~)

Disclaimer - I've actually only read like one sentence of a salt fic and fucked off afterwards so everything I'm basing off in this fic is purely from exaggerated rumours and gossip about the salt corner THEREFORE if anything here looks familiar or if it seems like I'm taking the piss out of a specific story, it's all just one big coincidence. >:D ~(x)~ . . . Of all locations to settle on for the beginning of this amazing, wonderful, fucking fantastic story, it's established on the Eiffel Tower. Cliched but wonderfully ironic for the phenomenal heroes of Paris. On the beams, higher than the naked eye could see, Ladybug and Chat Noir were... Arguing. The feline hero had his partner's wrist clasped in an iron hold, digging those deadly claws ever so slightly into the soft flesh, piercing the supposed indestructible suit with a creepy grin- "Wait- hold up a second. I would never, NEVER hurt My Lady! Not even unintentionally! And what's with that face I'm making!?" Oh SHUT UP Shit Noir! Let me carry on writing my fucking story jeez! Stop breaking out of character and keep following the script! Anyways~ The skinny, pasty assed hero- "This script sucks..."- -TUGGED Ladybug closer to him, grin widening like he won the lottery as his demonic looking eyes perversely drank in the sight of the clearly uncomfortable looking heroine in his grasps. His face leaned into hers, only coming closer as she tried her best to lean back with a grimace. "Just one kiss Bugaboo~ one kiss won't hurt..." His grip tightened on the appendage, making the girl wince painfully. "Come on Chat Noir...let go! I have already told you, I'm in love with someone else. You seriously need to back off!" Ladybug whimpered, tossing away all her badassery and ability to suckerpunch a fuckboy in the face because hell yeah it ain't relevant to this sexy fic- "You're right Chaton, this script does suck lmao"- IGNORING WHAT THE CANON LB JUST SAID. Ehem. Like a defenseless little shoujou manga protagonist, Ladybug felt tears sparkle in her eyes and pure sadness washed over her frail body before Fuck Noir dipped her into a romantic pose and smashed his lips against hers with soooooo much passion and tongue and teeth and- . What. On. Earth. Oi you stupid cat! Watch where you're putting your hands on the girl! Yikes! What do they teach these Europeans!? Break it up already you hormone riddled boobs! "Oh Minou~ You're so daring~" "Just for you, My Lady~" STAY ON SCRIPT YOU BRATS! Hmph! Carrying on. Suddenly, herculean strength riddled through Ladybug's blood, falcon punching Bitch Noir off her and off the tower, thus HenchBug™ was born. Panting and wiping her lip with her thumb in a really really badass way (YOU KNOW THAT EPIC WAY THAT ANIME CHARACTERS DO TO WIPE THE BLOOD OFF THEIR LIP, RIGHT? RIGHT? ex deeeee), MachoBug swept towards Pussy Noir's broken twiggy body at the bottom of the tower. "You disobeyed me for the umpteenth time, Noir." BadassBug uttered cooly, keeping a blind eye to the growing crowd around her and the mangled up flesh on sticks at her feet. The black and yellow mess didn't respond. "Lo-oooool cos I'm dead!" WE'LL PRETEND WE DIDN'T HEAR THAT EITHER. Anger coursed through Ladybug's veins as all those traumatising memories and moments she had with her horrific partner flashed through her brain like an old window's movie maker AMV with Evanescence's 'Bring Me Back To Life' song blasting at full volume. The conveniently arrived Alya at the front of the crowd live streamed everything on the WadyBwog, babbling about ice cream scoops. "Every time we met up, you'd always make unwanted advances to me. You'd always force a kiss on me. You even slapped my thicc™ ass a few times- once to the beat of fucking Nyan cat!" The hive minded crowd surrounding them 'oooed' and 'aaahed', some snapped a selfie with what's left of the black cat. "Therefore," The sun auspiciously shone behind MariBug, giving her an ethereal, angelic look as she carried on her lecture. "I now deem you unworthy of the miraculous." BugBug fluttered her eyelashes with so much pain as if reciting those words killed her whole generation and their dogs and their hamsters. "Hand it over to me or else I'll force it off you." All of a sudden BuffBug™ was back, bitch slapping CryBabyBug away and menacingly placed one foot on the carcass.   "Wow I think she forgot that you're dead Chat Noir," THE HIGH TENSIONED MOMENT REMAINED UNBROKEN AS FAKEBUG- oof- Ladybug rolled her eyes with annoyance at the disgusting boy's silence and immediately knelt down to yank the miraculous off his bony fingers- "Never!" The catboy sprung back to life before anyone could breathe, clutching his hand to guard his ring ferally, froth seeping out of his teeth and fangs gnashing against one another- "Looks like I'm a vampire with rabies now, Bug." "Since when did you have fangs?" "Since two seconds ago-" OH MY GOD YOU TWO! SHUT UP AND LET ME WRITE! Zombie Noir leapt back with a hiss, faux ears and tail twitching with indignation and summoned the ancient destruction power whilst BossBug spun her yoyo around in battle formation, ready to call for her lucky charm anytime soon. Cat and Bug kept up the intense eye contact as that cowboy music from the good, the bad and the fugly played in the background (cheers Lahiffe mah d00d!). "You don't want to become my enemy, do you, Chat N00b?" The heroine spat, bones clicking in place as she stretched her fingers when she and the lad in black circled each other slowly. The crowd and Alya were casually chilling in the background, the latter still narrating about an epic ice cream scoop. "Heh, I won't need to be the enemy if you don't touch MY ring... Milady~"- "MON DIEU! C'EST 'MY LADY'! C'EST N'AI PAS 'MILADY'!" THAT'S THE POINT YOU STUPID CAT! Break out of character one more time and I'll castrate you and feed your teeny tiny *censored* to the dogs! "...My Lady? Is my *censored* small? :(" "If your *censored* was small, you'd never have been able to make me scream at night, Minou~ ;3" ":D" 

Regardless! The pussycat feinted to the left before dodging the razor sharp wire of his Lady's (not) yoyo, whipping out his baton (not the tiny one either) and swiftly used it to vault himself away like the coward he CLEARLY is. "You'll never get me alive, THOT!" Was the last thing that small dick energy minded cuck yowled and fled with his tail between his legs. BigBug let out a yell of rage™ and slammed her fist on the ground, branding the sloppy concrete job with a crater as the shockwaves caused the audience to let out a little 'DAYUMMMMMMMM'. "Lol I thought the geezer was dead hahaah! Yo Ladybuggy, mah homie, you and kitty cat did the shame shame already or nah?" Alya, the lil hoe, leant into the heroine's personal space with a crazed grin. She only received a middle finger from the annoyed Asian. (MMmm Mmmm yEAH YEAh trANSiTION so SEXYYYY) Now, it is conveniently time for Marinette's afternoon classes. The exhausted girl dragged her feet up those weird ass spirally steps that could break ankles JUST by looking at them and made it to her classroom, only to pause at the shouting she was hearing behind the door. "Oh boy, time to unleash the kraken..." Silence Adrien! You're not supposed to have appeared yet! Dumb ass blondes these days smh... "HEY! >:0" With a deep breath, the raven haired girl pushed the door open only to be met with what could be best described as a clusterfuck. Tears welled up in her eyes as the remains of her sketchbook (which looked like it had a trip in a paper shredder) was dumped all over the floor. She snapped her head back up only for her heart to literally shatter when she was met with a furious Alya Motherfuckin' Césaire. "Marinetti DupainGhetti. This. Is. Your. Punishment." Alya's glasses flashed sinisterly as her lips curled up into  d i s g u s t . The rest of the class mirrored a similar look, acting as if poor little Cheng vored everything they loved and cherished. All except two people. That witch BITCH Lie-la smirked secretly as she cowered behind Alya and the wimp, spineless little shitty Dumbdrien whimpered on his desk, pretending that nothing was happening. "P-P-Punishment for wh-what?" Babynette sobbed, clutching her shoulders as if to hug herself and make her look smaller than she is. She darted her eyes towards the model, begging him internally to say something, anything! Alas, Bitchdrien only looked away guiltily, his thin chapped lips sealed shut. Marinette couldn't believe her bad luck. First there was an akuma attack, then she was assaulted by her shitty partner for the millionth time and now this? "Punishment for bullying our lord and saviour, Lila of course! How dare you make such a sweet girl like her suffer!?" Alya roared, using the power of the seven chaos emeralds and twenty dragonballs to go super satan and pinned Sweetienette against the wall with an elbow. Her hair fizzed with animosity and her eyes gleamed in a demonic red colour- "Dieu...you just had to drag my best friend into this too, huh?" "You'd think this writer is sane enough to know that I'd cataclysm anyone that dared to harm Ma Princesse, non?" "The writer? Sane? Good joke."- IGNORING STUPIDNETTE AND BLOODYDRIEN- Alya snarled, bruising our sweet little angel's poor skin with her brute strength whilst the rest of the class watched without a question. The sausage haired wench munched on some greasy ass popcorn as she watched the show whilst Shamedrien became one with the floor, a perfect doormat for us queens to stomp on. "You tripped her all the time when no one was watching, aggravating her shattered kneecaps. You plagerised her designs, ruining what's left of her sensitive self esteem and dammit don't even get me started on all those rumours you attempted to spread about her, smearing her celebrity status! I've never hated anyone more than you, BITCHINETTE!" Alya harrumphed and then shoved Brokenette against the wall again, possibly snapping her spine and stormed back to her new bestie. "Mon Dieu your best friend just murdered you..." "Mon Dieu my best friend just murdered me..." Tosses a knife at the duo to make them shut the fuck up. Everyone else applauded the psycho journalist for putting Poornette in her place, even Stinkdrien cos he can't handle peer pressure- BAM! . . . "HOW DARE YOU HURT MARINETTE DUPAIN CHENG!" A tall, stern looking boy slammed the door open, scooping Deadinette in his arms and blew out steam through his nostrils like a bull. Everyone le gasped as the girl suddenly turned into Alivenette and embraced the stranger like he's her long lost lover (Aiyeeeeeeeeeeee mUH O-T-FUCKING-P! K Y A A  A! EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW JACKSHIT ABOUT HIM). "BELIX BRAGRESTE! You saved me~ Don't hurt my homiesexuals please- they're all brainwashed by the sausage haired girl..." The blackberry haired angel begged, tugging on Belix's sleeves. "I didn't do anything-" Uglydrien was quick to defend himself only to melt back down into a doormat by Belix's dark glare, ripping out what spinal tissue the model had left. "Damn straight you didn't do SHIT." Bragreste swiftly delivered a power-kick against Assgreste, yeeting him to the moon and then turned towards the rest of the f00king class, rolling his sleeves up. "As for you nerds...I'm gonna chop you all up into mincemeat and EAT you all with my spaghetti!-" "I'm here Marinette!!!" Another lad swooped in through the door, hips swaying to the beat as 'Luka Luka Night Fever' plays in the background and then posed! Why it's none other than the obviously best written, best character, best BOY in the world: RUKA COFFEE- sorry, I mean Luka Couffaine! He strummed his guitar a few times, nodding and humming as if he was conversing with the beautiful instrument whilst bokeh dots and pink sparkly glitter floated around him. "Ah~ my guitar said that everyone's being a bitch ass motherfucker to our beautiful designer! Come with my Mari~ Take my hand and I'll take you away from this school!" The lycee student didn't wait for her answer and grabbed the star struck girl oh SO romantically~ "No! She should move schools with me!" Belix Bananagreste snatched Nettie back possessively, just like a cat. It was then that the girl decided that when she managed to snatch the black cat miraculous back from the loser that currently wielded it, she was going to give it to Belix- "Ugh don't fuck with me..." "Shhh. You're supposed to have been yeeted to the moon, Chaton," "Marinette please just throttle the writer already-" AND THEN! SUDDENLY! Erm... Errr... AHA! Suddenly all these people from some furry superhero universe came flooding in through the door, yelling insults and real truths about LIE-LA and protecting my best girl Maribear like a boss! Heroes like Gamien and Dason Bob and that guy and err, the other guy and yeah AND THEN they all began to BEAT UP that BITCH LILA and then- "Oh no she's losing it, Adrien I don't think this will last any longer..." "No kidding!" THEN JAGGED STONE CAME FLYING THROUGH THE WINDOW, JAMMING OUT HIS LATEST SONG ABOUT HOW LILA IS SUCH A LIAR AND EXPOSED EVERY SINGLE THING SHE DID TO BEST GIRL MACHONETTE! THEN ALL THESE OTHER KIDS FROM THE SCRAPPED PV UNIVERSE CAME IN VIA A CONGO LINE AND MARINETTA DECIDED TO GIVE THEM THE OTHER MIRACULOUS COS WHY NOT!? AND THEN CHLOE BECAME MARINETTE'S NEW BFF COS HELL YEAH I LOVE VIBING WITH PEOPLE WHO BULLIED ME AND MY PEERS FOR FOUR YEARS STRAIGHT AHAHAAHAH QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS- "Adrien, I'm going to kill her. She needs to stop." "Go on then~" AND THEN! AND FUCKING THEN! SCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!!!!! . . . [Error 404: The following writer has unfortunately met her demise through unknown means. We apologise for any inconveniences. Please keep scrolling as we clear up the mess. Have a good day.] . . . "Huh...that was anticlimactic...now what?" "You go off snogging my rejected predecessor and the guitar boy? >:(" "As if I'd go for anyone other than my silly kitty!" ":D" . . . ~(x)~ A/N:  I am never EVER writing anything this cursed AGAIN! How can you bash anyone but the villains in this series!? Damn! I can't even say I'm sleep deprived! This is the most fucked up shit I've written and I'm super alert oof!

[hoodie-bboi]

in honor of school starting, here are some things i either heard or said last year as a high school freshman. enjoy.

(List compiled by @teawarlord and i)

Freshman Year (2018-2019)

I’m just gonna stick my hands down my shirt.

Kai you’ve got a big dick. (Kai does not have a dick.)

I’m crying from the dick.

Stop fingering everything

Don’t judge the lizard man!

YOURE A PEEN BOY!

Can I borrow your uterus?

Don’t fist the applesauce

No I’m not gonna fist it I’m just gonna punch it

I didn’t choose the gay life the gay life chose me

Is your crotch ok?

My brain is soup

If they have a c*ck like a toddlers forearm…

I’m pregnant with water

I’m not having kids and you can’t make me!

There’s cum on my apple

i’m tearing off the cum

Oh shit the apple cummed on me

Who wants to talk about animal sex?

Daddyyyyy UWU

*to the tune of duck tails* TOE HANDS UWU

eggs. eggs everywhere.

If I see her walk through the door I’m jumping down. (30 ft drop)

When I see (my gf) I’m slapping her ass because I’m mad at her.

Fuck you time, you’re just a concept.

I love communism~

Panda bears are resoundingly NOT in to sex! -Science teacher

If they were any more inbred, they’d be a sandwich.

I don’t want to be shanked by your pop tart!

What if everyone had dicks for fingers?

*walking in to a room* I’m not gay, but 20 bucks is 20 bucks.

Don’t ask questions you don’t know the answer to.

Do we do it in Español or Spanish?

“I wanna go to Maryland” “Why?” “Because fuck Maryland” “But why?” “It’s the land of merry” (or Mary, jesus’ mom, idk)

I don’t wanna eat my limp dick pop-tart :(

Don’t screw ghosts, that’s a sin ;)

Our phrase of the day is Multigenerational Butt Licking

“I didn’t eat today” “That’s bad…” “I know-“ “C O N S U M E”

“I don’t worship Satan because I am Satan” *whips poorly*

I finally found out what my cat has been staring at all these years…

No matter how sexy your music is, you can never lick it.

And not the egg??

You don’t stand when you suck dick, dumbass

I love squating when sucking dick. Just *squats* euaaah

Why are you fucking the sherbet with your spoon?

i stuck my finger in there and he starts doing that

I’d rather you stick your human-sized foot up my veen than my ass.

Soft vore your sandwich.

Can forks… mate?

*bursts into room* WHERES THE MEATLOAF??? *takes two pieces of wooden pretend-meatloaf and runs out*

Grunhilda’s in my pants :(

Where is my penis!?

*into headset* I’m gonna kill Gerald. He’s eating our beans. *Gerald runs out laughing like a little girl*

First he eats my beans, then he throws my table.

Oof. I got a big whiff of beans.

Take off those clout goggle bro, you got no clout.

Bruh :(

What do we call an animal that is active mostly act night?

Insecure (the correct answer is nocturnal)

A ball of fire flew out of her vagina

I got the beats, ya bitch

That damn bastard, peein on my carpet

Do you ever forget to breathe because you’re so tired? (Immediately) Yes.

(About Burt’s Bees) Who the fuck is Burt?

“12-8 is 4” (In a condescending tone) “12-8 is 5.”

Some people think ivory powder is viagra

Do you have any on you? I’m asking for a friend…

What’s a hussy?

Teacher: It’s a… very flirtatious female.

oH, so a hoe!

Teacher: I MEAN YOU’RE NOT WRONG

i don’t dislike students. but i dislike this student very much.…

“Are you depressed?” “Hella”

*carrying a shovel* Do you know of any graveyards nearby?

Bro what’s wrong with AIDS?

What if I slap my vagina?

I’m not gonna slap your vagina.

I am so close to becoming bisexual right now

I GOT CHEESE JUICE ON MY FINGERS

“I DONT LIKE THAT SOUND” “Let me suck the cheese juice off of it”

Did you steal my eyes?

PLEASE DONT STEAL MY KNEECAPS

Do humans eat sharks?

caMELS? Do camels eat sharks?

I’M GONNA DEEPTHROAT THIS KNIFE

nO

Have you guys ever felt how soft Kaia is?!

Bro I gotta find out if he’s gay or bi, because if he’s bi then I have a chance.

(from above the stairs) aw man don’t be slappin me like that

(from below the stairs) I’LL SLAP WHATEVER I WANT TO

(above) yo who the fuck said that

I don’t like turkey

i’ll eat it

It’s not turkey, it’s salami

!!???

you schlorped my cheese

twincest is NOT wincest apparently

STOP DRINKING YOUR RANCH WHAT THE FUCK

JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE? MORE LIKE HE’S SLITTING MY THROAT IN THIS COLD

(about kidney stones) Are those generic by the way? (instead of genetic)

Why are you eating your book?

LEAVE ME ALONE

So not to get political or anything but what the hell is oatmeal?

I love when I call daddy!

“I don’t want glass up my cooter!” “No, coffee.” “THATS EVEN WORSE”

I want to slap someone with my ovaries

Did you eat your last brain cell?

Don’t hurt my neck hole

I don’t care about your egg

Peanut fucker

The Ugly Fuckling

While you’re in this group, don’t get on the roof.

There’s a roof?

During this time, we stay under the building (referring to under the roof).

I will throw my skull at you

Don’t put your eggs in my stomach

the egg juiced

I don’t care what you do, just be quiet… don’t raise hell…

Don’t put your egg in my stomach

IT JUICED (about the egg)

YOU ATE YOUR APPLE SO PRETTY

I’m ten? (through laughter) I’m not legally allowed in my house

We are Dong

All is Dong, Dong is all

dong with a capital D

This monster Dong is a Dong and a half

They’re an abomination of the foot, Debra

I’ve fallen and I can’t giddy up

Why are you eating in the dark on my bed?

I’m sure anyone can fuck a belly button if they have a fetish and a small enough dick

stop molesting her ear

so her tummy was open?

yeah, it was

so now she doesn’t have any bones?

w h a t ?

you need to learn to keep your blood

blood is for drinking, not living

i am bsexudkal

i have no king, im an anarchist

The Council Knows, Kaia. You Will Be Tried For Your Sins.

wake up

I made someone scream with my stick

HOLA I JUST CAME BACK FROM HAWAII

We’re gonna be talking about diseases

Fantastic! i LOVE talking about myself!

i thought i could turn the tables…. but the tables turned me!

on?

i’m turned on by tables

bullets are just gun jizz

GUINNEA BUISSEAU IS JUST GUN JIZZ

i have the bladder of a god

i’m sick, as compensation buy me new shoelaces

if you have a canker sore does that mean you have herpes?

duncan blew a thing

can you get better tea?

(offended) better tEETH?

i get my gender validation from a pokemon game

i bet you my room smells like egg… ass

finals week (and the week before)

please don’t talk about furries -my science teacher

the smiley face is frowning upon us

if you want to tp a tree, you tp it so well the best way to clean it up is to cut it down -also my science teacher

i think i have kidney stones up my nose

when someone tells you to hold your horses they’re telling you to be stable (in the middle of the final)

airport quotes (2018)

it’s like a velociraptor with a gun that shoots… sadness

my vibrator fell out of my bag

here's to a new year of learning and/or doing jack shit. sophomore edition coming next year. :)

[derohole]

vore

According to all known lawsof aviation,

there is no way a beeshould be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to getits fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway

because bees don't carewhat 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 fatherpaid 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 tooka 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 havejust gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporatingan 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 Oitygraduating class of...

...9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies.

And begins your careerat Honex Industries!

Will we pick ourjob today?

I heard it's just orientation.

Heads up! Here we go.

Keep your hands and antennasinside 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 youcan work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant PollenJocks 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 distinctivegolden glow you know as...

Honey!

- That girl was hot.- She's my cousin!

- She is?- Yes, we're all cousins.

- Right. You're right.- At Honex, we constantly strive

to improve every aspectof bee existence.

These bees are stress-testinga new helmet technology.

- What do you think he makes?- Not enough.

Here we have our latest advancement,the Krelman.

- What does that do?- Oatches that little strand of honey

that hangs after you pour it.Saves us millions.

Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

Of course. Most bee jobs aresmall 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 jobyou 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 haveto make one decision in life.

But, Adam, how could theynever have told us that?

Why would you question anything?We're bees.

We're the most perfectlyfunctioning society on Earth.

You ever think maybe thingswork a little too well here?

Like what? Give me one example.

I don't know. But you knowwhat 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 likeoutside 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 knowswhere, doing who knows what.

You can'tjust decide to be a PollenJock. You have to be bred for that.

Right.

Look. That's more pollenthan 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 itand 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 dangerousbeing a Pollen Jock.

Yeah. Once a bear pinned meagainst 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 patchsix 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 dependson 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 boreddoing the same job every day?

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you justmove it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm.It's a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad,the more I think about it,

maybe the honey fieldjust isn't right for me.

You were thinking of what,making balloon animals?

That's a bad jobfor a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son's not surehe wants to go into honey!

- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.- I'm not trying to be funny.

You're not funny! You're goinginto honey. Our son, the stirrer!

- You're gonna be a stirrer?- No one's listening to me!

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

I could say anything right now.I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

Let's open some honey and celebrate!

Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper. Geta gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

I'm so proud.

- We're starting work today!- Today's the day.

Oome on! All the good jobswill 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, whatdo you think I should... Barry?

Barry!

All right, we've got the sunflower patchin 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 goto 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 reportsof root beer being poured on us.

Murphy's in a home because of it,babbling like a cicada!

- That's awful.- And a reminder for you rookies,

bee law number one,absolutely no talking 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 itover 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, moreflowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Oool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?

Oopy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowersseems to be on the move.

Say again? You're reportinga moving flower?

Affirmative.

That was on the line!

This is the coolest. What is it?

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

It smells good.Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Ohemical-y.

Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees!

Oandy-brain, get off there!

Problem!

- Guys!- This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

You are way out of position, rookie!

Ooming in at you like a missile!

Help me!

I don't think these are flowers.

- Should we tell him?- I think he knows.

What is this?!

Match point!

You can start packing up, honey,because you're about to eat it!

Yowser!

Gross.

There's a bee in the car!

- Do something!- I'm driving!

- Hi, bee.- He's back here!

He's going to sting me!

Nobody move. If you don't move,he won't sting you. Freeze!

He blinked!

Spray him, Granny!

What are you doing?!

Wow... the tension levelout 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 closethe window please?

Ken, could you closethe 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 specialskills, 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'reflabbergasted, can't believe what I say.

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

I don't remember the sunhaving 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 haveless value than yours?

Why does his life have any less valuethan mine? Is that your statement?

I'm just saying all life has value. Youdon'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 outis 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 thisis very disconcerting.

This is a bit of a surprise to me.I mean, you're a bee!

I am. And I'm not supposedto be doing this,

but they were all trying to kill me.

And if it wasn't for you...

I had to thank you.It's just how I was raised.

That was a little weird.

- I'm talking with a bee.- Yeah.

I'm talking to a bee.And the bee is talking to me!

I just want to say I'm grateful.I'll leave now.

- Wait! How did you learn to do that?- What?

The talking thing.

Same way you did, I guess."Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.

- That's very funny.- Yeah.

Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,we'd cry with what we have to deal with.

Anyway...

Oan I...

...get you something?- Like what?

I don't know. I mean...I don't know. Ooffee?

I don't want to put you out.

It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.

- It's just coffee.- I hate to impose.

- Don't be ridiculous!- Actually, I would love a cup.

Hey, you want rum cake?

- I shouldn't.- Have some.

- No, I can't.- Oome on!

I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.

- Where?- These stripes don't help.

You look great!

I don't know if you knowanything about fashion.

Are you all right?

No.

He's making the tie in the cabas 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 ora doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.

- Really?- My only interest is flowers.

Our new queen was just electedwith 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 youso 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 believeyou 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 sawwhatever you wanted to see.

You had your "experience." Now youcan 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, talkingto 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 denythe 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 decisionsto think about.

What life? You have no life!You have no job. You're barely a bee!

Would it kill youto make a little honey?

Barry, come out.Your father's talking to you.

Martin, would you talk to him?

Barry, I'm talking to you!

You coming?

Got everything?

All set!

Go ahead. I'll catch up.

Don't be too long.

Watch this!

Vanessa!

- We're still here.- I told you not to yell at him.

He doesn't respond to yelling!

- Then why yell at me?- Because you don't listen!

I'm not listening to this.

Sorry, I've gotta go.

- Where are you going?- I'm meeting a friend.

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

Bye.

I just hope she's Bee-ish.

They have a huge paradeof flowers every year in Pasadena?

To be in the Tournament of Roses,that's every florist's dream!

Up on a float, surroundedby flowers, crowds cheering.

A tournament. Do the rosescompete in athletic events?

No. All right, I've got one.How come you don't fly everywhere?

It's exhausting. Why don't yourun 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 thatdown to a science.

- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.- I'll bet.

What in the nameof 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 haveenough food of your own?

- Well, yes.- How do you get it?

- Bees make it.- I know who makes it!

And it's hard to make it!

There's heating, cooling, stirring.You need a whole Krelman thing!

- It's organic.- It's our-ganic!

It's just honey, Barry.

Just what?!

Bees don't know about this!This is stealing! A lot of stealing!

You've taken our homes, schools,hospitals! This is all we have!

And it's on sale?!I'm getting to the bottom of this.

I'm getting to the bottomof all of this!

Hey, Hector.

- You almost done?- Almost.

He is here. I sense it.

Well, I guess I'll go home now

and just leave this nice honey out,with no one around.

You're busted, box boy!

I knew I heard something.So you can talk!

I can talk.And now you'll start talking!

Where you getting the sweet stuff?Who's your supplier?

I don't understand.I thought we were friends.

The last thing we wantto do is upset bees!

You're too late! It's ours now!

You, sir, have crossedthe wrong sword!

You, sir, will be lunchfor my iguana, Ignacio!

Where is the honey coming from?

Tell me where!

Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

Orazy person!

What horrible thing has happened here?

These faces, they never knewwhat 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 anythingthat moves. Where you headed?

To Honey Farms.I am onto something huge here.

I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

I'm going to Tacoma.

- And you?- He really is dead.

All right.

Uh-oh!

- What is that?!- Oh, no!

- A wiper! Triple blade!- Triple blade?

Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!

Why does everything haveto be so doggone clean?!

How much do you people need to see?!

Open your eyes!Stick your head out the window!

From NPR News in Washington,I'm Oarl Kasell.

But don't kill no more bugs!

- Bee!- Moose blood guy!!

- You hear something?- Like what?

Like tiny screaming.

Turn off the radio.

Whassup, bee boy?

Hey, Blood.

Just a row of honey jars,as far as the eye could see.

Wow!

I assume wherever this truck goesis where they're getting it.

I mean, that honey's ours.

- Bees hang tight.- We're all jammed in.

It's a close community.

Not us, man. We on our own.Every mosquito on his own.

- What if you get in trouble?- You a mosquito, you in trouble.

Nobody likes us. They just smack.See a mosquito, smack, smack!

At least you're out in the world.You must meet girls.

Mosquito girls try to trade up,get with a moth, dragonfly.

Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

You got to be kidding me!

Mooseblood's about to leavethe 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 brainthe 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 thisknocks them right out.

They make the honey,and we make the money.

"They make the honey,and we make the money"?

Oh, my!

What's going on? Are you OK?

Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

Do you know you'rein a fake hive with fake walls?

Our queen was moved here.We had no choice.

This is your queen?That's a man in women's clothes!

That's a drag queen!

What is this?

Oh, no!

There's hundreds of them!

Bee honey.

Our honey is being brazenly stolenon a massive scale!

This is worse than anything bearshave done! I intend to do something.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Who told you humans are takingour honey? That's a rumor.

Do these look like rumors?

That's a conspiracy theory.These 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 wantto do with your life?

I want to do it for all our lives.Nobody works harder than bees!

Dad, I remember youcoming home so overworked

your hands were still stirring.You couldn't stop.

I remember that.

What right do they have to our honey?

We live on two cups a year. They put itin 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 stingthe humans, one place where it matters.

Hive at Five, the hive's onlyfull-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 racefor stealing our honey,

packaging it and profitingfrom it illegally!

Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,

we'll have three former queens here inour 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 kidfrom the hive. I can't do this"?

Bees have never been afraidto change the world.

What about Bee Oolumbus?Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

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

We were thinkingof stickball or candy stores.

How old are you?

The bee communityis supporting you in this case,

which will be the trialof the bee century.

You know, they have a Larry Kingin the human world too.

It's a common name. Next week...

He looks like you and has a showand suspenders and colored dots...

Next week...

Glasses, quotes on the bottom from theguest 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 attackat the point of weakness!

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

Honey, her backhand's a joke!I'm not gonna take advantage of that?

Quiet, please.Actual work going on here.

- Is that that same bee?- Yes, it is!

I'm helping him sue the human race.

- Hello.- Hello, bee.

This is Ken.

Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, sizeten 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 herehas been a huge help.

- Frosting...- How many sugars?

Just one. I try notto use the competition.

So why are you helping me?

Bees have good qualities.

And it takes my mind off the shop.

Instead of flowers, peopleare 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 worsethan a daffodil that's had work done.

Maybe this could make upfor it a little bit.

- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.- I guess.

You sure you want to go through with it?

Am I sure? When I'm done withthe humans, they won't be able

to say, "Honey, I'm home,"without paying a royalty!

It's an incredible scenehere in downtown Manhattan,

where the world anxiously waits,because for the first time in history,

we will hear for ourselvesif a honeybee can actually speak.

What have we gotten into here, Barry?

It's pretty big, isn't it?

I can't believe how many humansdon't work during the day.

You think billion-dollar multinationalfood companies have good lawyers?

Everybody needs to staybehind 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 HonorableJudge Bumbleton presiding.

All right. Oase number 4475,

Superior Oourt of New York,Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry

is now in session.

Mr. Montgomery, you're representingthe five food companies collectively?

A privilege.

Mr. Benson... you're representingall 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 believedit was man's divine right

to benefit from the bountyof nature God put before us.

If we lived in the topsy-turvy worldMr. Benson imagines,

just think of what would it mean.

I would have to negotiatewith the silkworm

for the elastic in my britches!

Talking bee!

How do we know this isn't some sort of

holographic motion-picture-captureHollywood wizardry?

They could be using laser beams!

Robotics! Ventriloquism!Oloning! For all we know,

he could be on steroids!

Mr. Benson?

Ladies and gentlemen,there's no trickery here.

I'm just an ordinary bee.Honey's pretty important to me.

It's important to all bees.We invented it!

We make it. And we protect itwith our lives.

Unfortunately, there aresome people in this room

who think they can take it from us

'cause we're the little guys!I'm hoping that, after this is all over,

you'll see how, by taking our honey,you not only take everything we have

but everything we are!

I wish he'd dress like thatall the time. So nice!

Oall your first witness.

So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, big company you have.

I suppose so.

I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron!

Yes, they provide beekeepersfor our farms.

Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term.

I don't imagine you employany 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 bean appropriate image for a jar of honey.

They're very lovable creatures.

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

You mean like this?

Bears kill bees!

How'd you like his head crashingthrough 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 beena police officer, have you?

No, I haven't.

No, you haven't. And so herewe have yet another example

of bee culture casuallystolen by a human

for nothing more thana prance-about stage name.

Oh, please.

Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?

Because I'm feelinga 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 spoton ER in 2005.

Thank you. Thank you.

I see from your resumethat you're devilishly handsome

with a churning inner turmoilthat's ready to blow.

I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

Not yet it isn't. But is thiswhat it's come to for you?

Exploiting tiny, helpless beesso you don't

have to rehearseyour 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 onthis 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 niceof 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 withchopsticks isn't really a special skill.

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

I know how hard it is to findthe 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 whatI was thinking about doing.

Ken, I let Barry borrow your razorfor 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 isyour life more valuable than mine?

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

I think something stinks in here!

I love the smell of flowers.

How do you like the smell of flames?!

Not as much.

Water bug! Not taking sides!

Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!This is pathetic!

I've got issues!

Well, well, well, a royal flush!

- You're bluffing.- Am I?

Surf's up, dude!

Poo water!

That bowl is gnarly.

Except for those dirty yellow rings!

Kenneth! What are you doing?!

You know, I don't even like honey!I don't eat it!

We need to talk!

He's just a little bee!

And he happens to bethe 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 buggingme in life. And you're one of them!

Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

My nerves are fried from ridingon this emotional roller coaster!

Goodbye, Ken.

And for your information,

I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man!

I'm sorry about all that.

I know it's gotan aftertaste! I like it!

I always felt there was some kindof barrier between Ken and me.

I couldn't overcome it.Oh, well.

Are you OK for the trial?

I believe Mr. Montgomeryis about out of ideas.

We would like to callMr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.

Good idea! You can really see why he'sconsidered one of the best lawyers...

Yeah.

Layton, you'vegotta weave some magic

with this jury,or it's gonna be all over.

Don't worry. The only thing I haveto do to turn this jury around

is to remind themof 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 youwhat 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 birthto 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 venomis coursing through my veins!

I have been felledby a winged beast of destruction!

You see? You can't treat themlike equals! They're striped savages!

Stinging's the only thingthey know! It's their way!

- Adam, stay with me.- I can't feel my legs.

What angel of mercywill come forward to suck the poison

from my heaving buttocks?

I will have order in this court. Order!

Order, please!

The case of the honeybeesversus the human race

took a pointed turn against the bees

yesterday when one of their legalteam 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 isyou're alive. You could have died.

I'd be better off dead. Look at me.

They got it from the cafeteriadownstairs, in a tuna sandwich.

Look, there'sa 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'rejust a couple of bugs in this world.

What will the humans do to usif 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 nurseto close that window?

- Why?- The smoke.

Bees don't smoke.

Right. Bees don't smoke.

Bees don't smoke!But some bees are smoking.

That's it! That's our case!

It is? It's not over?

Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.

Get back to the court and stall.Stall any way you can.

And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.

Mr. Flayman.

Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

Where is the rest of your team?

Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.

Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

and as a result,we don't make very good time.

I actually heard a funny story about...

Your Honor,haven't these ridiculous bugs

taken up enoughof this court's valuable time?

How much longer will we allowthese absurd shenanigans to go on?

They have presented no compellingevidence to support their charges

against my clients,who run legitimate businesses.

I move for a complete dismissalof this entire case!

Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going

to have to considerMr. 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 addictedto smoke machines

and man-made wooden slat work camps?

Living out our lives as honey slavesto 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 honeywill finally belong to the bees.

Now we won't haveto work so hard all the time.

This is an unholy perversionof the balance of nature, Benson.

You'll regret this.

Barry, how much honey is out there?

All right. One at a time.

Barry, who are you wearing?

My sweater is Ralph Lauren,and I have no pants.

- What if Montgomery's right?- What do you mean?

We've been living the bee waya long time, 27 million years.

Oongratulations on your victory.What will you demand as a settlement?

First, we'll demand a complete shutdownof all bee work camps.

Then we want back the honeythat was ours to begin with,

every last drop.

We demand an end to the glorificationof the bear as anything more

than a filthy, smelly,bad-breath stink machine.

We're all awareof what they do in the woods.

Wait for my signal.

Take him out.

He'll have nauseousfor a few hours, then he'll be fine.

And we will no longer toleratebee-negative nicknames...

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

...unnecessary inclusion of honeyin bogus health products

and la-dee-da humantea-time snack garnishments.

Oan't breathe.

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right there! Good.

Tap it.

Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,and there's gallons more coming!

- I think we need to shut down!- Shut down? We've never shut down.

Shut down honey production!

Stop making honey!

Turn your key, sir!

What do we do now?

Oannonball!

We're shutting honey production!

Mission abort.

Aborting pollination and nectar detail.Returning to base.

Adam, you wouldn't believehow much honey was out there.

Oh, yeah?

What's going on? Where is everybody?

- Are they out celebrating?- They're home.

They don't know what to do.Laying out, sleeping in.

I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his wayto San Antonio with a cricket.

At least we got our honey back.

Sometimes I think, so what if humansliked our honey? Who wouldn't?

It's the greatest thing in the world!I was excited to be part of making it.

This was my new desk. This was mynew job. I wanted to do it really well.

And now...

Now I can't.

I don't understandwhy they're not happy.

I thought their lives would be better!

They're doing nothing. It's amazing.Honey really changes people.

You don't have any ideawhat'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 makehoney would affect all these things.

It's notjust flowers.Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

That's our whole SAT test right there.

Take away produce, that affectsthe 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 paradein Pasadena.

They've moved it to this weekendbecause all the flowers are dying.

It's the last chanceI'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'sgreater 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, plantand flower bud in this park.

All we gotta do is get what they've gotback here with what we've got.

- Bees.- Park.

- Pollen!- Flowers.

- Repollination!- Across the nation!

Tournament of Roses,Pasadena, Oalifornia.

They've got nothingbut 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 dois 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 beenin 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 havejust enough pollen to do the job.

Oan you believe how lucky we are? Wehave 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 weatherin New York.

It looks like we'll experiencea couple hours delay.

Barry, these are cut flowerswith no water. They'll never make it.

I gotta get up thereand talk to them.

Be careful.

Oan I get helpwith the Sky Mall magazine?

I'd like to order the talkinginflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.

Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.

- What'd you say, Hal?- Nothing.

Bee!

Don't freak out! My entire species...

What are you doing?

- Wait a minute! I'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 24Bplease 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 onboardhave flight experience?

As a matter of fact, there is.

- Who's that?- Barry Benson.

From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

Vanessa, this is nothing morethan 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 somelate-breaking news from JFK Airport,

where a suspenseful sceneis 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 areaand 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. Bensonand his no-account compadres.

They've done enough damage.

But isn't he your only hope?

Technically, a beeshouldn'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 wingsand body mass make no sense."

- Get this on the air!- Got it.

- Stand by.- We're going live.

The way we work may be a mystery to you.

Making honey takes a lot of beesdoing 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 beesback 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 wereon 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 getbehind 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 concentratewith that panicky tone in your voice!

It's not a tone. I'm panicking!

I can't do this!

Vanessa, pull yourself together.You have to snap out of it!

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it.

- 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 flowersfor 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 canon 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 inon 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 planeflying 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 courseI saw the flower! That was genius!

- Thank you.- But we're not done yet.

Listen, everyone!

This runway is coveredwith the last pollen

from the last flowersavailable anywhere on Earth.

That means this is our last chance.

We're the only ones who make honey,pollinate flowers and dress like this.

If we're gonna survive as a species,this is our moment! What do you say?

Are we going to be bees, orjustMuseum 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 perfectfit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

Oh, yeah.

That's our Barry.

Mom! The bees are back!

If anybody needsto make a call, now's the time.

I got a feeling we'll beworking late tonight!

Here's your change. Have a greatafternoon! Oan I help who's next?

Would you like some honey with that?It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.

Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.And I don't see a nickel!

Sometimes I just feellike 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 gotto start thinking bee, my friend.

- Thinking bee!- Me?

Hold it. Let's just stopfor a second. Hold it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.Oan we stop here?

I'm not making a major life decisionduring a production number!

All right. Take ten, everybody.Wrap it up, guys.

I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

[derohole]

Vore?

According to all known lawsof aviation,

there is no way a beeshould be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to getits fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway

because bees don't carewhat 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 fatherpaid 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 tooka 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 havejust gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporatingan 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 Oitygraduating class of...

...9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies.

And begins your careerat Honex Industries!

Will we pick ourjob today?

I heard it's just orientation.

Heads up! Here we go.

Keep your hands and antennasinside 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 youcan work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant PollenJocks 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 distinctivegolden glow you know as...

Honey!

- That girl was hot.- She's my cousin!

- She is?- Yes, we're all cousins.

- Right. You're right.- At Honex, we constantly strive

to improve every aspectof bee existence.

These bees are stress-testinga new helmet technology.

- What do you think he makes?- Not enough.

Here we have our latest advancement,the Krelman.

- What does that do?- Oatches that little strand of honey

that hangs after you pour it.Saves us millions.

Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

Of course. Most bee jobs aresmall 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 jobyou 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 haveto make one decision in life.

But, Adam, how could theynever have told us that?

Why would you question anything?We're bees.

We're the most perfectlyfunctioning society on Earth.

You ever think maybe thingswork a little too well here?

Like what? Give me one example.

I don't know. But you knowwhat 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 likeoutside 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 knowswhere, doing who knows what.

You can'tjust decide to be a PollenJock. You have to be bred for that.

Right.

Look. That's more pollenthan 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 itand 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 dangerousbeing a Pollen Jock.

Yeah. Once a bear pinned meagainst 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 patchsix 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 dependson 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 boreddoing the same job every day?

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you justmove it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm.It's a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad,the more I think about it,

maybe the honey fieldjust isn't right for me.

You were thinking of what,making balloon animals?

That's a bad jobfor a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son's not surehe wants to go into honey!

- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.- I'm not trying to be funny.

You're not funny! You're goinginto honey. Our son, the stirrer!

- You're gonna be a stirrer?- No one's listening to me!

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

I could say anything right now.I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

Let's open some honey and celebrate!

Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper. Geta gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

I'm so proud.

- We're starting work today!- Today's the day.

Oome on! All the good jobswill 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, whatdo you think I should... Barry?

Barry!

All right, we've got the sunflower patchin 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 goto 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 reportsof root beer being poured on us.

Murphy's in a home because of it,babbling like a cicada!

- That's awful.- And a reminder for you rookies,

bee law number one,absolutely no talking 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 itover 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, moreflowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Oool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?

Oopy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowersseems to be on the move.

Say again? You're reportinga moving flower?

Affirmative.

That was on the line!

This is the coolest. What is it?

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

It smells good.Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Ohemical-y.

Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees!

Oandy-brain, get off there!

Problem!

- Guys!- This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

You are way out of position, rookie!

Ooming in at you like a missile!

Help me!

I don't think these are flowers.

- Should we tell him?- I think he knows.

What is this?!

Match point!

You can start packing up, honey,because you're about to eat it!

Yowser!

Gross.

There's a bee in the car!

- Do something!- I'm driving!

- Hi, bee.- He's back here!

He's going to sting me!

Nobody move. If you don't move,he won't sting you. Freeze!

He blinked!

Spray him, Granny!

What are you doing?!

Wow... the tension levelout 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 closethe window please?

Ken, could you closethe 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 specialskills, 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'reflabbergasted, can't believe what I say.

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

I don't remember the sunhaving 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 haveless value than yours?

Why does his life have any less valuethan mine? Is that your statement?

I'm just saying all life has value. Youdon'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 outis 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 thisis very disconcerting.

This is a bit of a surprise to me.I mean, you're a bee!

I am. And I'm not supposedto be doing this,

but they were all trying to kill me.

And if it wasn't for you...

I had to thank you.It's just how I was raised.

That was a little weird.

- I'm talking with a bee.- Yeah.

I'm talking to a bee.And the bee is talking to me!

I just want to say I'm grateful.I'll leave now.

- Wait! How did you learn to do that?- What?

The talking thing.

Same way you did, I guess."Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.

- That's very funny.- Yeah.

Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,we'd cry with what we have to deal with.

Anyway...

Oan I...

...get you something?- Like what?

I don't know. I mean...I don't know. Ooffee?

I don't want to put you out.

It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.

- It's just coffee.- I hate to impose.

- Don't be ridiculous!- Actually, I would love a cup.

Hey, you want rum cake?

- I shouldn't.- Have some.

- No, I can't.- Oome on!

I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.

- Where?- These stripes don't help.

You look great!

I don't know if you knowanything about fashion.

Are you all right?

No.

He's making the tie in the cabas 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 ora doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.

- Really?- My only interest is flowers.

Our new queen was just electedwith 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 youso 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 believeyou 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 sawwhatever you wanted to see.

You had your "experience." Now youcan 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, talkingto 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 denythe 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 decisionsto think about.

What life? You have no life!You have no job. You're barely a bee!

Would it kill youto make a little honey?

Barry, come out.Your father's talking to you.

Martin, would you talk to him?

Barry, I'm talking to you!

You coming?

Got everything?

All set!

Go ahead. I'll catch up.

Don't be too long.

Watch this!

Vanessa!

- We're still here.- I told you not to yell at him.

He doesn't respond to yelling!

- Then why yell at me?- Because you don't listen!

I'm not listening to this.

Sorry, I've gotta go.

- Where are you going?- I'm meeting a friend.

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

Bye.

I just hope she's Bee-ish.

They have a huge paradeof flowers every year in Pasadena?

To be in the Tournament of Roses,that's every florist's dream!

Up on a float, surroundedby flowers, crowds cheering.

A tournament. Do the rosescompete in athletic events?

No. All right, I've got one.How come you don't fly everywhere?

It's exhausting. Why don't yourun 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 thatdown to a science.

- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.- I'll bet.

What in the nameof 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 haveenough food of your own?

- Well, yes.- How do you get it?

- Bees make it.- I know who makes it!

And it's hard to make it!

There's heating, cooling, stirring.You need a whole Krelman thing!

- It's organic.- It's our-ganic!

It's just honey, Barry.

Just what?!

Bees don't know about this!This is stealing! A lot of stealing!

You've taken our homes, schools,hospitals! This is all we have!

And it's on sale?!I'm getting to the bottom of this.

I'm getting to the bottomof all of this!

Hey, Hector.

- You almost done?- Almost.

He is here. I sense it.

Well, I guess I'll go home now

and just leave this nice honey out,with no one around.

You're busted, box boy!

I knew I heard something.So you can talk!

I can talk.And now you'll start talking!

Where you getting the sweet stuff?Who's your supplier?

I don't understand.I thought we were friends.

The last thing we wantto do is upset bees!

You're too late! It's ours now!

You, sir, have crossedthe wrong sword!

You, sir, will be lunchfor my iguana, Ignacio!

Where is the honey coming from?

Tell me where!

Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

Orazy person!

What horrible thing has happened here?

These faces, they never knewwhat 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 anythingthat moves. Where you headed?

To Honey Farms.I am onto something huge here.

I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

I'm going to Tacoma.

- And you?- He really is dead.

All right.

Uh-oh!

- What is that?!- Oh, no!

- A wiper! Triple blade!- Triple blade?

Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!

Why does everything haveto be so doggone clean?!

How much do you people need to see?!

Open your eyes!Stick your head out the window!

From NPR News in Washington,I'm Oarl Kasell.

But don't kill no more bugs!

- Bee!- Moose blood guy!!

- You hear something?- Like what?

Like tiny screaming.

Turn off the radio.

Whassup, bee boy?

Hey, Blood.

Just a row of honey jars,as far as the eye could see.

Wow!

I assume wherever this truck goesis where they're getting it.

I mean, that honey's ours.

- Bees hang tight.- We're all jammed in.

It's a close community.

Not us, man. We on our own.Every mosquito on his own.

- What if you get in trouble?- You a mosquito, you in trouble.

Nobody likes us. They just smack.See a mosquito, smack, smack!

At least you're out in the world.You must meet girls.

Mosquito girls try to trade up,get with a moth, dragonfly.

Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

You got to be kidding me!

Mooseblood's about to leavethe 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 brainthe 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 thisknocks them right out.

They make the honey,and we make the money.

"They make the honey,and we make the money"?

Oh, my!

What's going on? Are you OK?

Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

Do you know you'rein a fake hive with fake walls?

Our queen was moved here.We had no choice.

This is your queen?That's a man in women's clothes!

That's a drag queen!

What is this?

Oh, no!

There's hundreds of them!

Bee honey.

Our honey is being brazenly stolenon a massive scale!

This is worse than anything bearshave done! I intend to do something.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Who told you humans are takingour honey? That's a rumor.

Do these look like rumors?

That's a conspiracy theory.These 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 wantto do with your life?

I want to do it for all our lives.Nobody works harder than bees!

Dad, I remember youcoming home so overworked

your hands were still stirring.You couldn't stop.

I remember that.

What right do they have to our honey?

We live on two cups a year. They put itin 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 stingthe humans, one place where it matters.

Hive at Five, the hive's onlyfull-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 racefor stealing our honey,

packaging it and profitingfrom it illegally!

Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,

we'll have three former queens here inour 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 kidfrom the hive. I can't do this"?

Bees have never been afraidto change the world.

What about Bee Oolumbus?Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

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

We were thinkingof stickball or candy stores.

How old are you?

The bee communityis supporting you in this case,

which will be the trialof the bee century.

You know, they have a Larry Kingin the human world too.

It's a common name. Next week...

He looks like you and has a showand suspenders and colored dots...

Next week...

Glasses, quotes on the bottom from theguest 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 attackat the point of weakness!

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

Honey, her backhand's a joke!I'm not gonna take advantage of that?

Quiet, please.Actual work going on here.

- Is that that same bee?- Yes, it is!

I'm helping him sue the human race.

- Hello.- Hello, bee.

This is Ken.

Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, sizeten 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 herehas been a huge help.

- Frosting...- How many sugars?

Just one. I try notto use the competition.

So why are you helping me?

Bees have good qualities.

And it takes my mind off the shop.

Instead of flowers, peopleare 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 worsethan a daffodil that's had work done.

Maybe this could make upfor it a little bit.

- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.- I guess.

You sure you want to go through with it?

Am I sure? When I'm done withthe humans, they won't be able

to say, "Honey, I'm home,"without paying a royalty!

It's an incredible scenehere in downtown Manhattan,

where the world anxiously waits,because for the first time in history,

we will hear for ourselvesif a honeybee can actually speak.

What have we gotten into here, Barry?

It's pretty big, isn't it?

I can't believe how many humansdon't work during the day.

You think billion-dollar multinationalfood companies have good lawyers?

Everybody needs to staybehind 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 HonorableJudge Bumbleton presiding.

All right. Oase number 4475,

Superior Oourt of New York,Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry

is now in session.

Mr. Montgomery, you're representingthe five food companies collectively?

A privilege.

Mr. Benson... you're representingall 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 believedit was man's divine right

to benefit from the bountyof nature God put before us.

If we lived in the topsy-turvy worldMr. Benson imagines,

just think of what would it mean.

I would have to negotiatewith the silkworm

for the elastic in my britches!

Talking bee!

How do we know this isn't some sort of

holographic motion-picture-captureHollywood wizardry?

They could be using laser beams!

Robotics! Ventriloquism!Oloning! For all we know,

he could be on steroids!

Mr. Benson?

Ladies and gentlemen,there's no trickery here.

I'm just an ordinary bee.Honey's pretty important to me.

It's important to all bees.We invented it!

We make it. And we protect itwith our lives.

Unfortunately, there aresome people in this room

who think they can take it from us

'cause we're the little guys!I'm hoping that, after this is all over,

you'll see how, by taking our honey,you not only take everything we have

but everything we are!

I wish he'd dress like thatall the time. So nice!

Oall your first witness.

So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, big company you have.

I suppose so.

I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron!

Yes, they provide beekeepersfor our farms.

Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term.

I don't imagine you employany 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 bean appropriate image for a jar of honey.

They're very lovable creatures.

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

You mean like this?

Bears kill bees!

How'd you like his head crashingthrough 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 beena police officer, have you?

No, I haven't.

No, you haven't. And so herewe have yet another example

of bee culture casuallystolen by a human

for nothing more thana prance-about stage name.

Oh, please.

Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?

Because I'm feelinga 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 spoton ER in 2005.

Thank you. Thank you.

I see from your resumethat you're devilishly handsome

with a churning inner turmoilthat's ready to blow.

I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

Not yet it isn't. But is thiswhat it's come to for you?

Exploiting tiny, helpless beesso you don't

have to rehearseyour 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 onthis 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 niceof 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 withchopsticks isn't really a special skill.

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

I know how hard it is to findthe 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 whatI was thinking about doing.

Ken, I let Barry borrow your razorfor 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 isyour life more valuable than mine?

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

I think something stinks in here!

I love the smell of flowers.

How do you like the smell of flames?!

Not as much.

Water bug! Not taking sides!

Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!This is pathetic!

I've got issues!

Well, well, well, a royal flush!

- You're bluffing.- Am I?

Surf's up, dude!

Poo water!

That bowl is gnarly.

Except for those dirty yellow rings!

Kenneth! What are you doing?!

You know, I don't even like honey!I don't eat it!

We need to talk!

He's just a little bee!

And he happens to bethe 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 buggingme in life. And you're one of them!

Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

My nerves are fried from ridingon this emotional roller coaster!

Goodbye, Ken.

And for your information,

I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man!

I'm sorry about all that.

I know it's gotan aftertaste! I like it!

I always felt there was some kindof barrier between Ken and me.

I couldn't overcome it.Oh, well.

Are you OK for the trial?

I believe Mr. Montgomeryis about out of ideas.

We would like to callMr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.

Good idea! You can really see why he'sconsidered one of the best lawyers...

Yeah.

Layton, you'vegotta weave some magic

with this jury,or it's gonna be all over.

Don't worry. The only thing I haveto do to turn this jury around

is to remind themof 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 youwhat 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 birthto 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 venomis coursing through my veins!

I have been felledby a winged beast of destruction!

You see? You can't treat themlike equals! They're striped savages!

Stinging's the only thingthey know! It's their way!

- Adam, stay with me.- I can't feel my legs.

What angel of mercywill come forward to suck the poison

from my heaving buttocks?

I will have order in this court. Order!

Order, please!

The case of the honeybeesversus the human race

took a pointed turn against the bees

yesterday when one of their legalteam 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 isyou're alive. You could have died.

I'd be better off dead. Look at me.

They got it from the cafeteriadownstairs, in a tuna sandwich.

Look, there'sa 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'rejust a couple of bugs in this world.

What will the humans do to usif 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 nurseto close that window?

- Why?- The smoke.

Bees don't smoke.

Right. Bees don't smoke.

Bees don't smoke!But some bees are smoking.

That's it! That's our case!

It is? It's not over?

Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.

Get back to the court and stall.Stall any way you can.

And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.

Mr. Flayman.

Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

Where is the rest of your team?

Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.

Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

and as a result,we don't make very good time.

I actually heard a funny story about...

Your Honor,haven't these ridiculous bugs

taken up enoughof this court's valuable time?

How much longer will we allowthese absurd shenanigans to go on?

They have presented no compellingevidence to support their charges

against my clients,who run legitimate businesses.

I move for a complete dismissalof this entire case!

Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going

to have to considerMr. 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 addictedto smoke machines

and man-made wooden slat work camps?

Living out our lives as honey slavesto 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 honeywill finally belong to the bees.

Now we won't haveto work so hard all the time.

This is an unholy perversionof the balance of nature, Benson.

You'll regret this.

Barry, how much honey is out there?

All right. One at a time.

Barry, who are you wearing?

My sweater is Ralph Lauren,and I have no pants.

- What if Montgomery's right?- What do you mean?

We've been living the bee waya long time, 27 million years.

Oongratulations on your victory.What will you demand as a settlement?

First, we'll demand a complete shutdownof all bee work camps.

Then we want back the honeythat was ours to begin with,

every last drop.

We demand an end to the glorificationof the bear as anything more

than a filthy, smelly,bad-breath stink machine.

We're all awareof what they do in the woods.

Wait for my signal.

Take him out.

He'll have nauseousfor a few hours, then he'll be fine.

And we will no longer toleratebee-negative nicknames...

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

...unnecessary inclusion of honeyin bogus health products

and la-dee-da humantea-time snack garnishments.

Oan't breathe.

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right there! Good.

Tap it.

Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,and there's gallons more coming!

- I think we need to shut down!- Shut down? We've never shut down.

Shut down honey production!

Stop making honey!

Turn your key, sir!

What do we do now?

Oannonball!

We're shutting honey production!

Mission abort.

Aborting pollination and nectar detail.Returning to base.

Adam, you wouldn't believehow much honey was out there.

Oh, yeah?

What's going on? Where is everybody?

- Are they out celebrating?- They're home.

They don't know what to do.Laying out, sleeping in.

I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his wayto San Antonio with a cricket.

At least we got our honey back.

Sometimes I think, so what if humansliked our honey? Who wouldn't?

It's the greatest thing in the world!I was excited to be part of making it.

This was my new desk. This was mynew job. I wanted to do it really well.

And now...

Now I can't.

I don't understandwhy they're not happy.

I thought their lives would be better!

They're doing nothing. It's amazing.Honey really changes people.

You don't have any ideawhat'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 makehoney would affect all these things.

It's notjust flowers.Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

That's our whole SAT test right there.

Take away produce, that affectsthe 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 paradein Pasadena.

They've moved it to this weekendbecause all the flowers are dying.

It's the last chanceI'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'sgreater 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, plantand flower bud in this park.

All we gotta do is get what they've gotback here with what we've got.

- Bees.- Park.

- Pollen!- Flowers.

- Repollination!- Across the nation!

Tournament of Roses,Pasadena, Oalifornia.

They've got nothingbut 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 dois 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 beenin 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 havejust enough pollen to do the job.

Oan you believe how lucky we are? Wehave 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 weatherin New York.

It looks like we'll experiencea couple hours delay.

Barry, these are cut flowerswith no water. They'll never make it.

I gotta get up thereand talk to them.

Be careful.

Oan I get helpwith the Sky Mall magazine?

I'd like to order the talkinginflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.

Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.

- What'd you say, Hal?- Nothing.

Bee!

Don't freak out! My entire species...

What are you doing?

- Wait a minute! I'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 24Bplease 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 onboardhave flight experience?

As a matter of fact, there is.

- Who's that?- Barry Benson.

From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

Vanessa, this is nothing morethan 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 somelate-breaking news from JFK Airport,

where a suspenseful sceneis 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 areaand 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. Bensonand his no-account compadres.

They've done enough damage.

But isn't he your only hope?

Technically, a beeshouldn'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 wingsand body mass make no sense."

- Get this on the air!- Got it.

- Stand by.- We're going live.

The way we work may be a mystery to you.

Making honey takes a lot of beesdoing 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 beesback 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 wereon 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 getbehind 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 concentratewith that panicky tone in your voice!

It's not a tone. I'm panicking!

I can't do this!

Vanessa, pull yourself together.You have to snap out of it!

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it.

- 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 flowersfor 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 canon 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 inon 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 planeflying 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 courseI saw the flower! That was genius!

- Thank you.- But we're not done yet.

Listen, everyone!

This runway is coveredwith the last pollen

from the last flowersavailable anywhere on Earth.

That means this is our last chance.

We're the only ones who make honey,pollinate flowers and dress like this.

If we're gonna survive as a species,this is our moment! What do you say?

Are we going to be bees, orjustMuseum 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 perfectfit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

Oh, yeah.

That's our Barry.

Mom! The bees are back!

If anybody needsto make a call, now's the time.

I got a feeling we'll beworking late tonight!

Here's your change. Have a greatafternoon! Oan I help who's next?

Would you like some honey with that?It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.

Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.And I don't see a nickel!

Sometimes I just feellike 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 gotto start thinking bee, my friend.

- Thinking bee!- Me?

Hold it. Let's just stopfor a second. Hold it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.Oan we stop here?

I'm not making a major life decisionduring a production number!

All right. Take ten, everybody.Wrap it up, guys.

I had virtually no rehearsal for that.