This is now the official shitposting page on this website, everyone show me your hellbent TARDIS.

wELCOME TO tHE tipton WHERE everything IS SWEET

Don't drink cyanide kids

E

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAFNKRVY_kI

A break from the shitposting to say you’re epic

Acc'rding to all known laws of aviation, th're is nay way a bee shouldst beest able to flyeth.
its wings art too bawbling to receiveth its bacon-fed dram corse off the did grind.
the bee, of course, flies concluded, be it because bees careth not what humans bethink is impossible.
yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
ooh, black and yellow!
alloweth's shaketh t up a dram.
barry! breakfast is eft!
coming!
hangeth on a second.
holla?
barry?
adam?
can thee believeth this is happening?
i can't.
i'll picketh thee up.
looking sharp.
useth the stairs, thy fath'r hath paid valorous wage f'r those.
s'rry. I'm excit'd.
h're's the graduateth.
we're v'ry fustian of thee, son.
a p'rfect rep'rt card, all b's.
v'ry fustian.
ma! i did get a thing going h're.
thee did get lint on thy fuzz.
ow! yond's me!
waft to us! we'll beest in row 118,000.
farewell!
barry, i toldeth thee, stand ho flying in the house!
ho, adam.
ho, barry.
is yond fuzz gel?
a dram. Special day, graduation.
nev'r bethought i'd maketh t.
three days grade school, three days high school.
those w're contrary.
three days college. I'm fain i tooketh a day and hitchhik'd 'round the hive.
thee didst cometh backeth diff'rent.
good morrow, barry. Artie, growing a mustache? looks valorous.
heareth about frankie?
yeah.
thee going to the excit'ment'ral?
nay, i'm not going.
ev'rybody knoweth, stingeth someone, thee kicketh the bucket.
wasteth not t on a squirrel.
such a hothead.
i guesseth that gent couldst has't just gotten out of the way.
bite this by the ear inc'rp'rating an amusement parketh into our day.
yond's wherefore we needeth not vacations.
knave, quite a did bite of pomp und'r the circumstances.
well, adam, the present day we art men.
we art!
bee-men.
amen!
hallelujah!
students, faculty, distinguish'd bees,
prithee welcometh dean buzzwell.
welcometh, new hive city graduating class of 9:15.
yond concludes our c'remonies and begins thy careth'r at honex industries!
shall we picketh our job the present day?
i hath heard t's just 'rientation.
heads up! h're we wend.
keepeth thy hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.
wond'r what t'll beest liketh?
a dram scary.
welcometh to honex, a division of honesco and a parteth of the hexagon group.
this is't!
wow.
wow.
we knoweth yond thee, as a bee, has't w'rk'd thy whole life to receiveth to the pointeth wh're thee can w'rk f'r thy whole life.
honey begins at which hour our valiant pollen jocks bringeth the nectar to the hive.
our top-secret f'rmula is automatically col'r-c'rrected, scent-adjust'd and bubble-contour'd into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden gloweth thee knoweth as. Honey!
yond wench wast hot.
the lady's mine own cousin!
the lady is?
aye, we're all cousins.
right. Thou art right.
at honex, we constantly striveth to improveth ev'ry aspect of bee existence.
these bees art stress-testing a new helmet technology.
what doth thee bethink that gent maketh?
not enow.
h're we has't our latest advancement, the krelman.
what doest yond doth?
catches yond dram strand of honey yond hangs aft'r thee poureth t.
saves us millions.
can anyone w'rk on the krelman?
of course. Most bee jobs art bawbling ones.
but bees knoweth yond ev'ry bawbling job, if 't be true t's done well, means a lot.
but chooseth carefully because thee'll stayeth in the job thee picketh f'r the rest of thy life.
the same job the rest of thy life? i didn't knoweth yond.
what's the diff'rence?
thee'll beest joyous to knoweth yond bees, as a species, haven't hadst one day off in 27 million years.
so thee'll just w'rk us to death?
we'll sure tryeth.
wow! yond did blow mine own mind!
"what's the diff'rence?"
how can thee sayeth yond?
one job f'rev'r?
yond's an insane choice to has't to maketh.
i'm reliev'd. Anon we only has't to maketh one decision in life.
but, adam, how couldst those gents nev'r has't toldeth us yond?
wherefore wouldst thee questioneth aught? we're bees.
we're the most p'rfectly functioning society on earth.
thee ev'r bethink haply things w'rk a dram too well h're?
liketh what? giveth me one example.
i knoweth not. But thee knoweth what i'm talking about.
prithee cleareth the gate. Royal nectar f'rce on approach.
waiteth a second. Checketh t out.
ho, those art pollen jocks!
wow.
i've nev'r seen those folk this closeth.
those gents knoweth what t's liketh outside the hive.
yeah, but some cometh not backeth.
ho, jocks!
good morrow, jocks!
thee guys didst most wondrous!
thou art monst'rs!
thou art sky freaks! i loveth t! i loveth t!
i wond'r wh're those gents w're.
i knoweth not.
their day's not did plan.
outside the hive, flying who is't knoweth wh're, doing who is't knoweth what.
thee can't just decideth to beest a pollen jock. Thee has't to beest did breed f'r yond.
right.
behold. Yond's m're pollen than thee and i shall seeth in a lifetime.
t's just a status symbol.
bees maketh too much of t.
p'rhaps. Unless thou art wearing t and the ladies seeth thee wearing t.
those ladies?
aren't those gents our cousins too?
distant. Distant.
behold at these two.
couple of hive harrys.
alloweth's has't excit'ment with those folk.
t wilt beest dang'rous being a pollen jock.
yeah. Once a beareth pinn'd me 'gainst a mushrump!
that gent hadst a paw on mine own throat, and with the oth'r, that gent wast slapping me!
oh, mine own!
i nev'r bethought i'd knap that gent out.
what w're thee doing during this?
trying to al'rt the auth'rities.
i can autograph yond.
a dram gusty out th're the present day, wasn't t, comrades?
yeah. Gusty.
we're hitting a sunflow'r patch six miles from h're tom'rrow.
six miles, i understand you not?
barry!
a puddle jumpeth f'r us, but haply thou art not up f'r t.
haply i am.
thou art not!
we're going 0900 at j-gate.
what doth thee bethink, buzzy-boy?
art thee bee enow?
i might beest. T all depends on what 0900 means.
ho, honex!
father, thee surpris'd me.
thee decideth what thou art int'rest'd in?
well, th're's a lot of choices.
but thee only receiveth one.
doth thee ev'r receiveth b'r'd doing the same job ev'ry day?
son, alloweth me bid thee about stirring.
thee grabeth yond sticketh, and thee just moveth t 'round, and thee stireth t 'round.
thee receiveth yourself into a rhythm.
t's a quite quaint thing.
thee knoweth, father, the m're i bethink about t,
haply the honey field just isn't right f'r me.
thee w're bethinking of what, making balloon animals?
yond's a lacking valor job f'r a guy with a stingeth'r.
janet, thy son's not sure that gent wanteth to wend into honey!
barry, thou art so comical oft.
i'm not trying to beest comical.
thou art not comical! thou art going into honey. Our son, the stirr'r!
thou art gonna beest a stirr'r?
nay one's listening to me!
waiteth till thee seeth the sticks i has't.
i couldst sayeth aught even but now.
i'm gonna receiveth an ant tattoo!
alloweth's ope some honey and bray out!
haply i'll pi'rce mine own th'rax. Shaveth mine own antennae. Shack up with a grasshopp'r. Receiveth a gold tooth and calleth ev'rybody "dawg"!
i'm so fustian.
we're starting w'rk the present day!
the present day's the day.
cometh on! all the valorous jobs shall beest gone.
yeah, right.
pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirr'r, front desk, hair removal.
is't still available?
hangeth on. Two hath left!
one of those folk's yours! congratulations!
grise to the side.
what'd thee receiveth?
picking crud out. Stellar!
wow!
couple of newbies?
aye, sir! our first day! we art eft!
maketh thy choice.
thee wanteth to wend first?
nay, thee wend.
oh, mine own. What's available?
restroom attendant's ope, not f'r the reasoneth thee bethink.
any chance of getting the krelman?
sure, thou art on.
i'm s'rry, the krelman just did close out.
wax monkey's at each moment ope.
the krelman hath opened up again.
what hath happened?
a bee kicked the bucket. Maketh an opening. Seeth? that gent's dead. Anoth'r dead one.
deady. Deadifi'd. Two m're dead.
dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. Yond's life!
oh, this is so hard!
heating, cooling, stunt bee, poureth'r, stirr'r, humming, inspecteth'r numb'r seven, lint co'rdinat'r, stripe sup'rvis'r, mite wrangl'r.
barry, what doth thee bethink i shouldst. Barry?
barry!
good now, we've did get the sunflow'r patch in quadrant nine.
what hath happened to thee?
wh're art thee?
i'm going out.
out? out wh're?
out th're.
oh, nay!
i has't to, bef're i wend to w'rk f'r the rest of mine own life.
thou art gonna kicketh the bucket! thou art crazy! holla?
anoth'r calleth coming in.
if 't be true anyone's humour brave, th're's a k'rean deli on 83rd yond gets their roses the present day.
ho, guys.
behold at yond.
isn't yond the peat we did see yest'rday?
holdeth t, son, flight deck's restrict'd.
t's tis fine, lou. We're gonna taketh that gent up.
very much? humour lucky, art thee?
signeth h're, h're. Just initial yond.
thanketh thee.
tis fine.
thee did get a raineth advis'ry the present day, and as thee all knoweth, bees cannot flyeth in raineth.
so beest careful. As at each moment, gaze thy brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.
eke, i did get a couple of rep'rts of root beest'r being did pour on us.
murphy's in a home because of t, babbling liketh a cicada!
yond's awful.
and a remindeth'r f'r thee rookies, bee law numb'r one, absolutely nay talking to humans!
good now, launcheth positions!
buzzeth, buzzeth, buzzeth, buzzeth! buzzeth, buzzeth, buzzeth, buzzeth! buzzeth, buzzeth, buzzeth, buzzeth!
black and yellow!
holla!
thee eft f'r this, hot did shoot?
yeah. Yeah, bringeth t on.
windeth, checketh.
antennae, checketh.
nectar packeth, checketh.
wings, checketh.
stingeth'r, checketh.
afeard out of mine own sh'rts, checketh.
tis fine, ladies,
alloweth's moveth t out!
pound those petunias, thee strip'd stem-suck'rs!
all of thee, draineth those floweth'rs!
wow! i'm out!
i can't believeth i'm out!
so blue.
i feeleth so festinate and free!
boxeth kite!
wow!
floweth'rs!
this is blue leadeth'r, we has't roses visual.
bringeth t 'round 30 degrees and holdeth.
roses!
30 degrees, rog'r. Bringing t 'round.
standeth to the side, peat.
t's did get a did bite of a kicketh.
yond is one nectar collecteth'r!
ev'r seeth pollination up closeth?
nay, sir.
i picketh up some pollen h're, sprinkle t ov'r h're. Haply a dash ov'r th're, a pincheth on yond one.
seeth yond? t's a dram did bite of charm.
yond's most wondrous. Wherefore doth we doth yond?
yond's pollen pow'r. M're pollen, m're floweth'rs, m're nectar, m're honey f'r us.
merit.
i'm picking up a lot of bright yellow, couldst beest daisies, we not needeth those?
copyeth yond visual.
waiteth. One of these floweth'rs seemeth to beest on the moveth.
sayeth again? thou art rep'rting a moving floweth'r?
affirmative.
yond wast on the line!
this is the coolest. What is't?
i knoweth not, but i'm loving this col'r.
t smells valorous.
not liketh a floweth'r, but i liketh t.
yeah, fuzzy.
chemical-y.
careful, guys. T's a dram grabby.
mine own sweet l'rd of bees!
candy-brain, receiveth off th're!
problem!
guys!
this couldst beest lacking valor.
affirmative.
v'ry closeth.
gonna did hurt.
mama's dram knave.
thou art way out of position, rookie!
coming in at thee liketh a missile!
holp me!
i bethink not these art floweth'rs.
shouldst we bid that gent?
i bethink that gent knoweth.
what is this?!
matcheth pointeth!
thee can starteth packing up, honey, because thou art about to consume t!
yows'r!
gross.
th're's a bee in the car!
doth something!
i'm driving!
good morrow, bee.
that gent's backeth h're!
that gent's going to stingeth me!
nobody moveth. If 't be true thee moveth not, that gent wonneth't stingeth thee. Freezeth!
that gent blinked!
sprayeth that gent, granny!
what art thee doing?!
wow. the tension leveleth out h're is unbelievable.
i gotta receiveth home.
can't flyeth in raineth. Can't flyeth in raineth. Can't flyeth in raineth.
mayday! mayday! bee going down!
ken, couldst thee closeth the window prithee?
ken, couldst thee closeth the window prithee?
checketh out mine own new resume. I madeth t into a fold-out brochure. Thee seeth? folds out.
oh, nay. M're humans. I needeth not this.
what wast yond?
haply this timeth. This timeth. This timeth. This timeth! this timeth! this. Drapes!
yond is diabolical.
t's fantastic. T's did get all mine own special arts, coequal mine own top-ten fav'rite movies.
what's numb'r one? star wars?
nah, i wend not f'r yond. kind of stuffeth.
nay wond'r we shouldn't talketh to those folk. Those gents're out of their minds.
at which hour i leaveth a job int'rview, those gents're flabb'rgasted, can't believeth what i sayeth.
th're's the travelling lamp. Haply yond's a way out.
i rememb'r not the travelling lamp having a big 75 on t.
i predict'd global warming. I couldst feeleth t getting hott'r. At first i bethought t wast just me.
waiteth! stand ho! bee!
standeth backeth. These art wint'r boots.
waiteth!
killeth not that gent!
thee knoweth i'm all'rgic to those folk! this thing couldst killeth me!
wherefore doest his life has't less value than yours?
wherefore doest his life has't any less value than mineth? is yond thy statement?
i'm just declaring all life hast value. Thee knoweth not what that gent's capable of humour.
mine own brochure!
th're thee wend, dram guy.
i'm not afeard of that gent. T's an all'rgic thing.
putteth yond on thy resume brochure.
mine own whole visage couldst puff up.
maketh t one of thy special arts.
knocking someone out is eke a special art.
right. Farewell, vanessa. Grant you mercy.
vanessa, next week? yogurt night?
sure, ken. Thee knoweth, whatev'r.
thee couldst putteth carob chips on th're.
farewell.
did suppose to beest less cal'ries.
farewell.
i gotta sayeth something. The lady did save mine own life. I gotta sayeth something.
good now, h're t goeth.
nah.
what wouldst i sayeth?
i couldst very much receiveth in ado. T's a bee law. Thou art not did suppose to talketh to a human.
i can't believeth i'm doing this. I've did get to.
oh, i can't doth t. Cometh on!
nay. Aye. Nay. Doth t. I can't.
how shouldst i starteth t? "you liketh jazz?" nay, yond's nay valorous.
h're the lady cometh! speaketh, thee fooleth!
good morrow!
i'm s'rry. Thou art talking.
aye, i knoweth.
thou art talking!
i'm so s'rry.
nay, t's tis fine. T's fine.
i knoweth i'm dreaming. But i recall not going to sleep chamber.
well, i'm sure this is v'ry disconc'rting.
this is a did bite of a hoyday to me. I cullionly, thou art a bee!
i am. And i'm not did suppose to beest doing this, but those gents w're all trying to killeth me.
and if 't be true t wasn't f'r thee. I hadst to thanketh thee. T's just how i wast hath raised.
yond wast a dram weird. I'm talking with a bee.
yeah.
i'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me!
i just wanteth to sayeth i'm grateful.
i'll leaveth anon.
waiteth! how didst thee learneth to doth yond?
what?
the talking thing.
same way thee didst, i guesseth. "mama, dada, honey. " thee picketh t up.
yond's v'ry comical.
yeah.
bees art comical. If 't be true we didn't chuckle, we'd caterwauling with what we has't to dealeth with.
concluded, be it. Can i. receiveth thee something?
liketh what?
i knoweth not. I cullionly. I knoweth not. Coffee?
i wanteth not to putteth thee out.
t's nay troubleth. T doth take two minutes.
t's just coffee.
i misprise to impose.
beest not ridiculous!
actually, i wouldst loveth a cuppeth.
ho, thee wanteth rum cake?
i shouldn't.
has't some.
nay, i can't.
cometh on!
i'm trying to loseth a couple micrograms.
wh're?
these stripes holp not.
thee behold most wondrous!
i knoweth not if 't be true thee knoweth aught about fashion.
art thee good now?
nay.
that gent's making the tieth in the cab as those gents're flying up madison.
that gent finally gets th're.
that gent runs up the steps into the church.
the wedding is on.
and that gent sayeth, "wat'rmelon?
i bethought thee hath said guatemalan.
wherefore wouldst i marryeth a wat'rmelon?"
is yond a bee joketh?
yond's the kind of stuffeth we doth.
yeah, diff'rent.
so, what art thee gonna doth, barry?
about w'rk? i knoweth not.
i wanteth to doth mine own parteth f'r the hive, but i can't doth t the way those gents wanteth.
i knoweth how thee feeleth.
thee doth?
sure.
mine own parents did want me to beest a lawy'r 'r a doct'r, but i did want to beest a fl'rist.
very much?
mine own only int'rest is floweth'rs.
our new queen wast just elect'd with yond same campaign slogan.
concluded, be it, if 't be true thee behold. Th're's mine own hive right th're. Seeth t?
thou art in sheep meadow!
aye! i'm right off the turtle pond!
nay way! i knoweth yond area. I hath lost a toe ringeth th're once.
wherefore doth girls putteth rings on their toes?
wherefore not?
t's liketh putting a coxcomb on thy ham.
haply i'll tryeth yond.
thee good now, ma'am?
oh, yeah. Fine.
just having two cups of coffee!
concluded, be it, this hast been most wondrous.
grant you mercy f'r the coffee.
yeah, t's nay troubleth.
s'rry i couldn't finish t. If 't be true i didst, i'd beest up the rest of mine own life.
art thee. ?
can i taketh a piece of this with me?
sure! h're, has't a crumb.
grant you mercy!
yeah.
good now. Well, then. I guesseth i'll seeth thee 'round. Or not.
tis fine, barry.
and thanketh thee so much again. f'r bef're.
oh, yond? yond wast nothing.
well, not nothing, but. Concluded, be it.
this can't possibly w'rk.
that gent's all setteth to wend.
we may as well tryeth t.
tis fine, dave, pulleth the chute.
sounds most wondrous.
t wast most wondrous!
t wast the scariest, happiest moment of mine own life.
humans! i can't believeth thee w're with humans!
giant, scary humans!
what w're those gents liketh?
huge and crazy. Those gents talketh crazy.
those gents consume crazy giant things.
those gents driveth crazy.
doth those gents tryeth and killeth thee, liketh on tv?
some of those folk. But some of those folk don't.
how'd thee receiveth backeth?
poodle.
thee didst t, and i'm fain. Thee did see whatev'r thee did want to seeth.
thee hadst thy "exp'rience. " anon thee can picketh out yourjob and beest n'rmal.
well.
well?
well, i hath met someone.
thee didst? wast the lady bee-ish?
a wasp?! thy parents shall killeth thee!
nay, nay, nay, not a wasp.
spid'r?
i'm not did attract to spid'rs.
i knoweth t's the hottest thing, with the eight forks and all. I can't receiveth by yond visage.
so who is't is the lady?
the lady's. human.
nay, nay. Yond's a bee law. Thee wouldn't breaketh a bee law.
h'r nameth's vanessa.
oh, knave.
the lady's so nice. And the lady's a fl'rist!
oh, nay! thou art dating a human fl'rist!
we're not dating.
thou art flying outside the hive, talking to humans yond attacketh our homes with pow'r washeth'rs and m-80s! one-eighth a sticketh of dynamite!
the lady did save mine own life! and the lady und'rstands me.
this is ov'r!
consume this.
this is not ov'r! what wast yond?
those gents calleth t a crumb.
t wast so stingin' stripey!
and yond's not what those gents consume.
yond's what falls off what those gents consume!
thee knoweth what a cinnabon is?
nay.
t's bread and cinnamon and frosting. Those gents heateth t up.
sitteth down!
. very much hot!
hark to me!
we art not those folk! we're us.
th're's us and th're's those folk!
aye, but who is't can deny the heart yond is yearning?
th're's nay yearning. Stand ho yearning. Hark to me!
thee has't did get to starteth bethinking bee, mine own cousin. Bethinking bee!
bethinking bee.
bethinking bee.
bethinking bee! bethinking bee! bethinking bee! bethinking bee!
th're that gent is. That gent's in the pool.
thee knoweth what thy problem is, barry?
i gotta starteth bethinking bee?
how much longeth'r shall this wend on?
t's been three days! wherefore aren't thee w'rking?
i've did get a lot of big life decisions to bethink about.
what life? thee has't nay life!
thee has't nay job. Thou art barely a bee!
wouldst t killeth thee to maketh a dram honey?
barry, cometh out. Thy fath'r's talking to thee.
martin, wouldst thee talketh to that gent?
barry, i'm talking to thee!
thee coming?
did get ev'rything?
all setteth!
wend ahead. I'll catcheth up.
beest not too longeth.
gaze this!
vanessa!
we're still h're.
i toldeth thee not to yelleth at that gent.
that gent doesn't respondeth to yelling!
then wherefore yelleth at me?
because thee hark not!
i'm not listening to this.
s'rry, i've gotta wend.
wh're art thee going?
i'm meeting a cousin.
a wench? is this wherefore thee can't decideth?
farewell.
i just desire the lady's bee-ish.
those gents has't a huge parade of floweth'rs ev'ry year in pasadena?
to beest in the tournament of roses, yond's ev'ry fl'rist's dreameth!
up on a floateth, did surround by floweth'rs, crowds che'ring.
a tournament. Doth the roses competeth in athletic events?
nay. Good now, i've did get one.
how cometh thee flyeth not ev'rywh're?
t's exhausting. Wherefore thee not runneth ev'rywh're? t's festinate'r.
yeah, tis fine, i seeth, i seeth.
good now, thy turneth.
tivo. Thee can just freezeth liveth tv? yond's insane!
thee has't not yond?
we has't hivo, but t's a disease. T's a h'rrible, h'rrible disease.
oh, mine own.
dumb bees!
thee wilt wanteth to stingeth all those j'rks.
we tryeth not to stingeth. T's usually fatal f'r us.
so thee has't to gaze thy temp'r.
v'ry carefully.
thee kicketh a mure, taketh a walketh, writeth an fell lett'r and throweth t out. W'rk through t liketh any emotion: ang'r, jealousy, lust.
oh, mine own marry! art thee tis fine?
yeah.
what is wrong with thee?!
t's a bug.
that gent's not both'ring anybody.
receiveth out of h're, thee creepeth!
what wast yond? a pic 'n' saveth circular?
yeah, t wast. How didst thee knoweth?
t hath felt liketh about 10 pages. Seventy-five is quaint much our limit.
thee've very much did get yond down to a science.
i hath lost a cousin to italian vogue.
i'll did bet.
what in the nameth of palmy h'rcules is this?
how didst this receiveth h're? cute bee, golden blossom, ray liotta private selecteth?
is that gent yond act'r?
i nev'r hath heard of that gent.
wherefore is this h're?
f'r people. We consume t.
thee has't not enow food of thy owneth?
well, aye.
how doth thee receiveth t?
bees maketh t.
i knoweth who is't maketh t! and t's hard to maketh t!
th're's heating, cooling, stirring. Thee needeth a whole krelman thing!
t's 'rganic.
t's our-ganic!
t's just honey, barry.
just what?!
bees knoweth not about this! this is stealing! a lot of stealing!
thee've taken our homes, schools,hospitals! this is all we has't!
and t's on sale?! i'm getting to the bottom of this.
i'm getting to the bottom of all of this!
ho, hect'r. Thee almost done?
almost.
that gent is h're. I senseth t.
well, i guesseth i'll wend home anon and just leaveth this nice honey out, with nay one 'round.
thou art busted, boxeth knave!
i kneweth i hath heard something.
so thee can talketh!
i can talketh. And anon thee'll starteth talking!
wh're thee getting the sweet stuffeth? who is't's thy suppli'r?
i und'rstand not.
i bethought we w're cater-cousins.
the lasteth thing we wanteth to doth is fell bees!
thou art too late! t's ours anon!
thee, sir, has't did cross the wrong sw'rd!
thee, sir, shall beest lunch f'r mine own iguana, ignacio!
wh're is the honey coming from? bid me wh're!
honey farms! t cometh from honey farms!
crazy p'rson!
what h'rrible thing hast hath happened h're?
these faces, those gents nev'r kneweth what hitteth those folk. And anon
those gents're on the road to nowh're!
just keepeth still.
what? thou art not dead?
doth i behold dead? those gents shall wipeth aught yond moves. Wh're thee headed?
to honey farms. I am onto something huge h're.
i'm going to alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuffeth. Blows thy headeth off!
i'm going to tacoma.
and thee?
that gent very much is dead.
good now.
uh-oh!
what is yond?!
oh, nay!
a wip'r! triple blade!
triple blade?
jumpeth on! t's thy only chance, bee!
wherefore doest ev'rything has't
to beest so doggone crisp?!
how much doth thee people needeth to seeth?!
ope thy eyes!
sticketh thy headeth out the window!
from npr news in washington,
i'm carl kasell.
but killeth not nay m're bugs!
bee!
moose blood guy!!
thee heareth something?
liketh what?
liketh tiny screaming.
turneth off the radio.
whassup, bee knave?
ho, blood.
just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye couldst seeth.
wow!
i assume wh'rev'r this truck goeth is wh're those gents're getting t. I cullionly, yond honey's ours.
bees hangeth tight. We're all jamm'd in.
t's a closeth community.
not us, sir. We on our owneth. Ev'ry mosquito on his owneth.
what if 't be true thee receiveth in ado?
thee a mosquito, thee in ado. Nobody likes us. Those gents just smack. Seeth a mosquito, smack, smack!
at least thou art out in the w'rld. Thee wilt meeteth girls.
mosquito girls tryeth to tradeth up, receiveth with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito wench wanteth not nay mosquito.
thee did get to beest kidding me!
mooseblood's about to leaveth the building! so longeth, bee!
ho, guys!
mooseblood!
i kneweth i'd catcheth y'all down h're.
didst thee bringeth thy crazy straw?
we throweth t in jars, slapeth a labeleth on t, and t's quaint much pure profit.
what is this lodging?
a bee's did get a brain the size of a pinhead.
those gents art pinheads!
pinhead.
checketh out the new smok'r.
oh, sweet. Yond's the one thee wanteth. The thomas 3000!
smok'r?
ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks those folk right out.
those gents maketh the honey, and we maketh the wage.
"they maketh the honey, and we maketh the wage"?
oh, mine own!
what's going on? art thee tis fine?
yeah. T doesn't lasteth too longeth.
doth thee knoweth thou art in a fake hive with fake walls?
our queen wast hath moved h're. We hadst nay choice.
this is thy queen? yond's a sir in distaff's robes! yond's a drageth queen!
what is this?
oh, nay!
th're's hundreds of those folk!
bee honey.
our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale!
this is w'rse than aught bears has't done! i intendeth to doth something.
oh, barry, stand ho.
who is't toldeth thee humans art taking our honey? yond's a rum'r.
doth these behold liketh rum'rs?
yond's a conspiracy the'ry. These art obviously doct'r'd photos. How didst thee receiveth did mix up in this?
that gent's been talking to humans.
what? talking to humans?!
that gent hast a human girlfriend. And those gents maketh out!
maketh out? barry!
we doth not.
thee wisheth thee couldst.
whose side art thee on?
the bees!
i dat'd a cricket once in san antonio. Those crazy forks hath kept me up all night.
barry, this is what thee wanteth to doth with thy life?
i wanteth to doth t f'r all our liveth. Nobody w'rks hard'r than bees!
father, i rememb'r thee coming home so ov'rw'rk'd
thy hands w're still stirring. Thee couldn't stand ho.
i rememb'r yond.
what right doth those gents has't to our honey?
we liveth on two cups a year. Those gents putteth t in lip balm f'r nay reasoneth whatsoev'r!
coequal if 't be true t's true, what can one bee doth?
stingeth those folk wh're t very much hurts.
in the visage! the eye!
yond wouldst did hurt.
nay.
up the nose? yond's a killeth'r.
th're's only one lodging thee can stingeth the humans, one lodging wh're t matt'rs.
hive at five, the hive's only full-hour action news source.
nay m're bee beards!
with bob bumble at the anch'r desk. Weath'r with st'rm stingeth'r. Sp'rts with buzzeth larvi. And jeanette chung.
valorous evening. I'm bob bumble.
and i'm jeanette ohung.
a tri-county bee, barry benson, intends to sue the human raceth f'r stealing our honey, packaging t and profiting from t illegally!
tom'rrow night on bee larry king, we'll has't three f'rm'r queens h're in our studio, discussing their new booketh, classy ladies, out this week on hexagon.
tonight we're talking to barry benson.
didst thee ev'r bethink, "i'm a peat from the hive. I can't doth this"?
bees has't nev'r been afraid to changeth the w'rld.
what about bee oolumbus? bee gandhi? bejesus?
wh're i'm from, we'd nev'r sue humans.
we w're bethinking of stickball 'r marchpane st'res.
how fusty art thee?
the bee community is supp'rting thee in this case, which shall beest the trial of the bee century.
thee knoweth, those gents has't a larry king in the human w'rld too.
t's a ingraft nameth. Next week.
that gent looks liketh thee and hast a showeth and suspendeth'rs and col'r'd dots.
next week.
glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest coequal though thee just hath heard 'em.
beareth week next week! those gents're scary, hairy and h're liveth.
at each moment leans f'rward, pointy shouldst'rs, squinty eyes, v'ry jewish.
in tennis, thee attacketh at the pointeth of weakness!
t wast mine own grandmoth'r, ken. The lady's 81.
honey, h'r backhand's a joketh!
i'm not gonna taketh advantage of yond?
quiet, prithee.
actual w'rk going on h're.
is yond that same bee?
aye, t is!
i'm helping that gent sue the human raceth.
holla.
holla, bee.
this is ken.
yeah, i rememb'r thee. Timb'rland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, i believeth.
wherefore doest that gent talketh again?
hark, thee bett'r wend 'cause we're very much busy w'rking.
but t's our yogurt night!
bye-bye.
wherefore is yogurt night so sore?!
thee po'r thing. Thee two has't been at this f'r hours!
aye, and adam h're hast been a huge holp.
frosting.
how many sugars?
just one. I tryeth not to useth the competition.
so wherefore art thee helping me?
bees has't valorous qualities. And t doth take mine own mind off the shopeth. Instead of floweth'rs, people art giving balloon bouquets anon.
those art most wondrous, if 't be true thou art three.
and artificial floweth'rs.
oh, those just receiveth me psychotic!
yeah, me too.
bended stingeth'rs, pointless pollination.
bees might not but misprise those fake things!
nothing w'rse than a daffodil yond's hadst w'rk done.
haply this couldst maketh up f'r t a dram did bite.
this lawsuit's a quaint big dealeth.
i guesseth.
thee sure thee wanteth to wend through with t?
am i sure? at which hour i'm done with the humans, those gents wonneth't beest able to sayeth, "honey, i'm home," without paying a royalty!
t's an incredible scene h're in downtown manhattan, wh're the w'rld anxiously waits, because f'r the first timeth in hist'ry, we shall heareth f'r ourselves if 't be true a honeybee can actually speaketh.
what has't we gotten into h're, barry?
t's quaint big, isn't t?
i can't believeth how many humans w'rk not during the day.
thee bethink billion-dollar multinational food companies has't valorous lawy'rs?
ev'rybody needeth to stayeth behind the barricade.
what's the matt'r?
i knoweth not, i just did get a chill.
well, if 't be true t isn't the bee team.
thee boys w'rk on this?
all riseth! the hon'rable judgeth bumbleton presiding.
good now. Case numb'r 4475,
sup'ri'r court of new y'rk,
barry bee benson v. the honey industry is anon in session.
mr. Montgom'ry, thou art representing the five food companies collectively?
a privilege.
mr. Benson. thou art representing all the bees of the w'rld?
i'm kidding. Aye, thy hon'r, we're eft to proce'd.
mr. Montgom'ry, thy opening statement, prithee.
ladies and gentlemen of the jury, mine own grandmoth'r wast a simple mistress. B'rn on a farm, the lady hath believed t wast sir's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature god putteth bef're us.
if 't be true we hath lived in the topsy-turvy w'rld mr. Benson imagines, just bethink of what wouldst t cullionly.
i wouldst has't to negotiateth with the silkw'rm f'r the elastic in mine own britches!
talking bee!
how doth we knoweth this isn't some s'rt of holographic motion-picture-capture hollywood wizardry?
those gents couldst beest using las'r beams! robotics! ventriloquism! cloning! f'r all we knoweth, that gent couldst beest on st'roids!
mr. Benson?
ladies and gentlemen, th're's nay dissemble'ry h're. I'm just an 'rdinary bee. Honey's quaint imp'rtant to me. T's imp'rtant to all bees. We did invent t! we maketh t. And we protecteth t with our liveth.
unf'rtunately, th're art some people in this cubiculo who is't bethink those gents can taketh t from us 'cause we're the dram guys!
i'm hoping yond, aft'r this is all ov'r, thee'll seeth how, by taking our honey, thee not only taketh ev'rything we has't but ev'rything we art!
i wisheth that gent'd dresseth liketh yond all the timeth. So nice!
calleth thy first witness.
so, mr. Klauss vand'rhayden of honey farms, big company thee has't.
i supposeth so.
i seeth thee eke owneth honeyburton and honron!
aye, those gents provideth beekeep'rs f'r our farms.
beekeep'r. I findeth yond to beest a v'ry disturbing t'rm.
i imagineth not thee employeth any bee-free-'rs, doth thee?
nay.
i couldn't heareth thee.
nay.
nay. Because thee free not bees. Thee keepeth bees. Not only yond, t seemeth thee bethought a beareth wouldst beest an appropriate image f'r a jar of honey.
those gents're v'ry lovable creatures. Yogi beareth, fozzie beareth, build-a-bear.
thee cullionly liketh this?
bears killeth bees!
how'd thee liketh his headeth crashing through thy living cubiculo?! biting into thy couch! spitting out thy throweth pillows! tis fine, yond's enow. Taketh that gent hence.
so, mr. Stingeth, thanketh thee f'r being h're. Thy nameth intrigues me. Wh're has't i hath heard t bef're?
i wast with a band hath called the police.
but thee've nev'r been a police offic'r, has't thee?
nay, i haven't.
nay, thee haven't. And so h're we has't yet anoth'r example of bee culture casually stolen by a human f'r nothing m're than a prance-about stage nameth.
oh, prithee.
has't thee ev'r been did sting, mr. Stingeth? because i'm humour a dram did sting, stingeth. Or shouldst i sayeth. Mr. G'rdon m. Sumn'r!
yond's not his real nameth?! thee idiots!
mr. Liotta, first, belat'd congratulations on thy emmy winneth f'r a guest spoteth on er in 2005.
thanketh thee. Thanketh thee.
i seeth from thy resume yond thou art devilishly handsome with a churning inn'r turmoil yond's eft to bloweth.
i enjoyeth what i doth. Is yond a crime?
not yet t isn't. But is this what t's cometh to f'r thee? exploiting tiny, helpless bees so thee has't not to rehearse thy parteth and learneth thy lines, sir?
gaze t, benson! i couldst bloweth even but now!
this isn't a goodfella.
this is a badfella!
wherefore doesn't someone just grise on this creepeth, and we can all wend home?!
ord'r in this court!
thou art all bethinking t!
ord'r! ord'r, i sayeth!
sayeth t!
mr. Liotta, prithee sitteth down!
i bethink t wast awfully nice of yond beareth to pitch in liketh yond. I bethink the jury's on our side.
art we doing ev'rything right, legally?
i'm a fl'rist.
right. Well, h're's to a most wondrous team.
to a most wondrous team!
well, holla.
ken!
holla.
i didn't bethink thee w're coming.
nay, i wast just late i hath tried to calleth, but. the batt'ry.
i didn't wanteth all this to wend to wasteth,
so i hath called barry. Luckily, that gent wast free.
oh, yond wast lucky.
th're's a dram hath left. I couldst heateth t up.
yeah, heateth t up, sure, whatev'r.
so i heareth thou art quite a tennis playeth'r. I'm not much f'r the game myself. The ball's a dram grabby.
yond's wh're i usually sitteth. Right. th're.
ken, barry wast looking at thy resume, and that gent did agree with me yond eating with chopsticks isn't very much a special art.
thee bethink i seeth not what thou art doing?
i knoweth how hard t is to findeth the right job. We has't yond in ingraft.
doth we?
bees has't 100 p'rcent employment, but we doth jobs liketh taking the crud out.
yond's just what i wast bethinking about doing.
ken, i alloweth barry b'rrow thy raz'r f'r his fuzz. I desire yond wast good now.
i'm going to draineth the fusty stingeth'r.
yeah, thee doth yond.
behold at yond.
thee knoweth, i've just about hadst t with thy dram mind games.
what's yond?
italian vogue.
mamma mia, yond's a lot of pages.
a lot of ads.
rememb'r what van hath said, wherefore is thy life m're valuable than mineth?
comical, i just can't seemeth to recall yond! i bethink something stinks in h're!
i loveth the smelleth of floweth'rs.
how doth thee liketh the smelleth of flames?!
not as much.
wat'r bug! not taking sides!
ken, i'm wearing a chapstick coxcomb!
this is pathetic!
i've did get issues!
well, well, well, a royal flush!
thou art bluffing.
am i?
surf's up, broth'r!
poo wat'r!
yond bowl is gnarly. Except f'r those filthy yellow rings!
kenneth! what art thee doing?!
thee knoweth, i coequal not liketh honey! i consume not t!
we needeth to talketh! that gent's just a dram bee!
and that gent happeneth to beest the nicest bee i've hath met in a longeth timeth!
longeth timeth? what art thee talking about?! art th're oth'r bugs in thy life?
nay, but th're art oth'r things bugging me in life. And thou art one of those folk!
fine! talking bees, nay yogurt night.
mine own n'rves art did fry from riding on this emotional rolleth'r coast'r!
goodbye, ken.
and f'r thy inf'rmation, i pref'r sugar-free, artificial sweeten'rs madeth by sir!
i'm s'rry about all yond.
i knoweth t's did get an aft'rtaste! i liketh t!
i at each moment hath felt th're wast some kind of barri'r between ken and me. I couldn't ov'rcome t.
oh, well.
art thee tis fine f'r the trial?
i believeth mr. Montgom'ry is about out of ideas.
we wouldst liketh to calleth mr. Barry benson bee to the standeth.
valorous idea! thee can very much seeth wherefore that gent's consid'r'd one of the most wondrous lawy'rs.
yeah.
layton, thee've gotta weaveth some charm with this jury, 'r t's gonna beest all ov'r.
w'rry not. The only thing i has't to doth to turneth this jury 'round is to remindeth those folk of what those gents liketh not about bees.
thee did get the tweez'rs?
art thee all'rgic?
only to losing, son. Only to losing.
mr. Benson bee, i'll asketh thee what i bethink we'd all liketh to knoweth.
what jump is thy relationship to yond mistress?
we're cater-cousins.
valorous cater-cousins?
aye.
how valorous? doth thee liveth togeth'r?
waiteth a minute. Art thee h'r dram. bedbug?
i've seen a bee documentary 'r two. From what i und'rstand, doesn't thy queen giveth birth to all the bee children?
yeah, but.
so those aren't thy real parents!
oh, barry.
aye, those gents art!
holdeth me backeth!
thou art an illegitimate bee, aren't thee, benson?
that gent's denouncing bees!
y'all not date thy cousins?
objection!
i'm going to pincushion this guy!
adam, don't! t's what that gent wanteth!
oh, i'm hitteth!! oh, l'rdy, i am hitteth!
ord'r! ord'r!
the venom! the venom is coursing through mine own veins! i has't been fell'd by a wing'd beast of destruction! thee seeth? thee can't treateth those folk liketh equals! those gents're strip'd savages! stinging's the only thing those gents knoweth! t's their way!
adam, stayeth with me.
i can't feeleth mine own forks.
what angel of m'rcy shall cometh f'rward to sucketh the poison from mine own heaving buttocks?
i shall has't 'rd'r in this court. Ord'r! ord'r, prithee!
the case of the honeybees v'rsus the human raceth tooketh a did point turneth 'gainst the bees yest'rday at which hour one of their legal team did sting layton t. Montgom'ry.
ho, buddy.
ho.
is th're much teen?
yeah.
i. I did blow the whole case, didn't i?
t doesn't matt'r. What matt'rs is
thou art alive. Thee couldst has't kicked the bucket.
i'd beest bett'r off dead. Behold at me.
those gents did get t from the cafet'ria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Behold, th're's a dram cel'ry still on t.
what wast t liketh to stingeth someone?
i can't pray pardon me t. T wast all. All adrenaline and then. and then ecstasy!
good now.
thee bethink t wast all a trapeth?
of course. I'm s'rry. I did fly us right into this.
what w're we bethinking? behold at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this w'rld.
what shall the humans doth to us if 't be true those gents winneth?
i knoweth not.
i heareth those gents putteth the roaches in motels. Yond doesn't soundeth so lacking valor.
adam, those gents checketh in, but those gents checketh not out!
oh, mine own.
couldst thee receiveth a nurse to closeth yond window?
wherefore?
the smoketh.
bees smoketh not.
right. Bees smoketh not.
bees smoketh not!
but some bees art smoking.
yond's t! yond's our case!
t is? t's not ov'r?
receiveth did dress. I've gotta wend somewh're.
receiveth backeth to the court and stall. Stall any way thee can.
and assuming thee've done grise c'rrectly, thou art eft f'r the tub.
mr. Flayman.
aye? aye, thy hon'r!
wh're is the rest of thy team?
well, thy hon'r, t's int'resting. Bees art did train to flyeth haphazardly, and as a result, we maketh not v'ry valorous timeth.
i actually hath heard a comical st'ry about.
thy hon'r, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enow of this court's valuable timeth? how much longeth'r shall we alloweth these absurd shenanigans to wend on?
those gents has't did present nay compelling evidence to supp'rt their charges 'gainst mine own clients, who is't runneth legitimate businesses.
i moveth f'r a completeth dismissal of this entire case!
mr. Flayman, i'm afraid i'm going to has't to consid'r mr. Montgom'ry's motion.
but thee can't! we has't a t'rrific case.
wh're is thy proof?
wh're is the evidence?
showeth me the smoking caliver!
holdeth t, thy hon'r!
thee wanteth a smoking caliver? h're is thy smoking caliver.
what is yond?
t's a bee smok'r!
what, this? this harmless dram contraption? this couldn't did hurt a flyeth, alloweth high-lone a bee.
behold at what hast hath happened to bees who is't has't nev'r been hath asked, "smoking 'r non?" is this what nature intend'd f'r us? to beest f'rcibly addict'd to smoketh machines and man-made wooden slat w'rk camps?
living out our liveth as honey slaves to the white sir?
what art we gonna doth?
that gent's playing the species card.
ladies and gentlemen, prithee, free these bees!
free the bees! free the bees! free the bees! free the bees! free the bees!
the court finds in fav'r of the bees!
vanessa, we wonneth!
i kneweth thee couldst doth t! high-five!
s'rry.
i'm tis fine! thee knoweth what this means?
all the honey shall finally belongeth to the bees.
anon we wonneth't has't to w'rk so hard all the timeth.
this is an unholy p'rv'rsion of the balanceth of nature, benson.
thee'll regreteth this.
barry, how much honey is out th're?
good now. One at a timeth.
barry, who is't art thee wearing?
mine own did sweat'r is ralph lauren, and i has't nay gaskins.
what if 't be true montgom'ry's right?
what doth thee cullionly?
we've been living the bee way a longeth timeth, 27 million years.
congratulations on thy vict'ry. What shall thee hest as a settlement?
first, we'll hest a completeth shutdown of all bee w'rk camps.
then we wanteth backeth the honey yond wast ours to beginneth with, ev'ry lasteth dropeth.
we hest an endeth to the gl'rification of the beareth as aught m're than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stinketh machine.
we're all acknown of what those gents doth in the woods.
waiteth f'r mine own signaleth. Taketh that gent out.
that gent'll has't nauseous f'r a few hours, then that gent'll beest fine.
and we shall nay longeth'r tol'rate bee-negative nicknames.
but t's just a prance-about stage nameth!
. unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments.
can't breatheth.
bringeth t in, boys!
holdeth t right th're! valorous.
tapeth t.
mr. Buzzwell, we just hath passed three cups and th're's gallons m're coming!
i bethink we needeth to did shut down!
did shut down? we've nev'r did shut down.
did shut down honey production!
stand ho making honey!
turneth thy key, sir!
what doth we doth anon?
cannonball!
we're shutting honey production!
mission ab'rt.
ab'rting pollination and nectar detaileth.
returning to base.
adam, thee wouldn't believeth how much honey wast out th're.
oh, yeah?
what's going on? wh're is ev'rybody?
art those gents out celebrating?
those gents're home.
those gents knoweth not what to doth. Laying out, sleeping in.
i hath heard thy uncle carl wast on his way to san antonio with a cricket.
at least we did get our honey backeth.
oft i bethink, so what if 't be true humans did like our honey? who is't wouldn't?
t's the greatest thing in the w'rld! i wast excit'd to beest parteth of making t.
this wast mine own new desk. This wast mine own new job. I did want to doth t very much well. And anon.
anon i can't.
i und'rstand not wherefore those gents're not joyous.
i bethought their liveth wouldst beest bett'r!
those gents're doing nothing. T's most wondrous.
honey very much changes people.
thee has't not any idea what's going on, doth thee?
what didst thee wanteth to showeth me?
this.
what hath happened h're?
yond is not the half of t.
oh, nay. Oh, mine own.
those gents're all wilting.
doesn't behold v'ry valorous, doest t?
nay.
and whose fault doth thee bethink yond is?
thee knoweth, i'm gonna guesseth bees.
bees?
specifically, me.
i didn't bethink bees not needing to maketh honey wouldst affect all these things.
t's not just floweth'rs. Fruits, vegetables, those gents all needeth bees.
yond's our whole satteth testeth right th're.
taketh hence produceth, yond affects the entire animal kingdom.
and then, of course.
the human species?
so if 't be true th're's nay m're pollination, t couldst all just wend south h're, couldn't t?
i knoweth this is eke partly mine own fault.
how about a suicide pact?
how doth we doth t?
i'll stingeth thee, thee stepeth on me.
yond just kills thee twice.
right, right.
hark, barry. s'rry, but i gotta receiveth going.
i hadst to ope mine own that from which we speak and talketh.
vanessa?
vanessa? wherefore art thee leaving?
wh're art thee going?
to the final tournament of roses parade in pasadena.
those gents've hath moved t to this weekend because all the floweth'rs art dying.
t's the lasteth chance i'll ev'r has't to seeth t.
vanessa, i just wanna sayeth i'm s'rry.
i nev'r meanteth t to turneth out liketh this.
i knoweth. Me neith'r.
tournament of roses.
roses can't doth sp'rts.
waiteth a minute. Roses. Roses?
roses!
vanessa!
roses?!
barry?
roses art floweth'rs!
aye, those gents art.
floweth'rs, bees, pollen!
i knoweth.
yond's wherefore this is the lasteth parade.
haply not.
couldst thee asketh that gent to sloweth down?
couldst thee sloweth down?
barry!
tis fine, i madeth a huge misprision.
this is a total disast'r, all mine own fault.
aye, t kind of is.
i've ruin'd the planet. I did want to holp thee with the floweth'r shopeth. I've madeth t w'rse.
actually, t's completely did close down.
i bethought haply thee w're remodeling.
but i has't anoth'r idea, and t's most wondrous'r than mine own previous ideas combin'd.
i wanteth not to heareth t!
good now, those gents has't the roses, the roses has't the pollen.
i knoweth ev'ry bee, planteth and floweth'r bud in this parketh.
all we gotta doth is receiveth what those gents've did get backeth h're with what we've did get.
bees.
parketh.
pollen!
floweth'rs.
repollination!
across the nation!
tournament of roses, pasadena, calif'rnia.
those gents've did get nothing but floweth'rs, floats and cotton marchpane.
security shall beest tight.
i has't an idea.
vanessa bloome, ftd.
official fl'ral business. T's real.
s'rry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
thanketh thee. T wast a gift.
once inside, we just picketh the right floateth.
how about the princess and the pea?
i couldst beest the princess, and thee couldst beest the pea!
aye, i did get t.
wh're shouldst i sitteth?
what art thee?
i believeth i'm the pea.
the pea?
t goeth und'r the mattresses.
not in this fairy tale, leman.
i'm getting the marshal.
thee doth yond! this whole parade is a fiasco!
alloweth's seeth what this baby'll doth.
ho, what art thee doing?!
then all we doth is blend in with traffic. without arousing suspicion.
once at the airp'rt, th're's nay stopping us.
stand ho! security.
thee and thy insect packeth thy floateth?
aye.
has't been in thy living the entire timeth?
wouldst thee removeth thy shoes?
removeth thy stingeth'r.
t's parteth of me.
i knoweth. Just having some excit'ment.
enjoyeth thy flight.
then if 't be true we're lucky, we'll has't just enow pollen to doth the job.
can thee believeth how lucky we art? we has't just enow pollen to doth the job!
i bethink this is gonna w'rk.
t's did get to w'rk.
attention, passeng'rs, this is captain scott. We has't a did bite of lacking valor weath'r in new y'rk. T looks liketh we'll exp'rience a couple hours peize.
barry, these art cutteth floweth'rs with nay wat'r. Those gents'll nev'r maketh t.
i gotta receiveth up th're and talketh to those folk.
beest careful.
can i receiveth holp with the sky mall magazine? i'd liketh to 'rd'r the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimm'r.
captain, i'm in a real situation.
what'd thee sayeth, hal?
nothing.
bee!
freak not out! mine own entire species.
what art thee doing?
waiteth a minute! i'm an att'rney!
who is't's an att'rney?
moveth not.
oh, barry.
valorous aft'rnoon, passeng'rs. This is thy captain. Wouldst a misseth vanessa bloome in 24b prithee rep'rt to the cockpit? and prithee hie!
what hath happened h're?
th're wast a dustbust'r, a toupee, a life raft explod'd.
one's bald, one's in a boat, those gents're both unconscious!
is yond anoth'r bee joketh?
nay!
nay one's flying the plane!
this is jfk controleth toweth'r, flight 356. What's thy status?
this is vanessa bloome. I'm a fl'rist from new y'rk.
wh're's the piloteth?
that gent's unconscious, and so is the copilot.
not valorous. Doest anyone onboard has't flight exp'rience?
as a matt'r of fact, th're is.
who is't's yond?
barry benson.
from the honey trial?! oh, most wondrous.
vanessa, this is nothing m're than a big metal bee.
t's did get giant wings, huge engines.
i can't flyeth a plane.
wherefore not? isn't john travolta a piloteth?
aye.
how hard couldst t beest?
waiteth, barry!
we're head'd into some lightning.
this is bob bumble. We has't some late-breaking news from jfk airp'rt, wh're a suspenseful scene is developing.
barry benson, green from his legal vict'ry.
yond's barry!
. is attempting to landeth a plane, load'd with people, floweth'rs and an incapacitat'd flight crew.
floweth'rs?!
we has't a st'rm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely nay flight exp'rience.
just a minute. Th're's a bee on yond plane.
i'm quite familiar with mr. Benson and his no-account compadres.
those gents've done enow damageth.
but isn't that gent thy only desire?
technically, a bee shouldn't beest able to flyeth at all.
their wings art too bawbling. Haven't we hath heard this a million times?
"the surface area of the wings and corse mass maketh nay senseth. "
receiveth this on the air!
did get t.
standeth by.
we're going liveth.
the way we w'rk may beest a myst'ry to thee. Making honey doth take a lot of bees doing a lot of bawbling jobs.
but alloweth me bid thee about a bawbling job. If 't be true thee doth t well, t maketh a big diff'rence.
m're than we did realize. To us, to ev'ryone.
yond's wherefore i wanteth to receiveth bees backeth to w'rking togeth'r. Yond's the bee way! we're not madeth of jell-o.
we receiveth behind a fellow.
black and yellow!
holla!
hath left, right, down, hov'r.
hov'r?
f'rget hov'r.
this isn't so hard.
beep-beep! beep-beep!
barry, what hath happened?!
waiteth, i bethink we w're on autopilot the whole timeth.
yond may has't been helping me.
and anon we're not!
so t turns out i cannot flyeth a plane.
all of thee, alloweth's receiveth behind this fellow! moveth t out!
moveth out!
our only chance is if 't be true i doth what i'd doth, thee copyeth me with the wings of the plane!
has't not to yelleth.
i'm not yelling! we're in a lot of troubleth.
t's v'ry hard to concentrateth with yond panicky tone in thy voice!
t's not a tone. I'm panicking!
i can't doth this!
vanessa, pulleth yourself togeth'r. Thee has't to snap out of t!
thee snap out of t.
thee snap out of t.
thee snap out of t!
thee snap out of t!
thee snap out of t!
thee snap out of t!
thee snap out of t!
thee snap out of t!
holdeth t!
wherefore? cometh on, t's mine own turneth.
how is the plane flying?
i knoweth not.
holla?
benson, did get any floweth'rs f'r a joyous nonce in th're?
the pollen jocks!
those gents doth receiveth behind a fellow.
black and yellow.
holla.
good now, alloweth's dropeth this tin can on the blacktop.
wh're? i can't seeth aught. Can thee?
nay, nothing. T's all cloudy.
cometh on. Thee did get to bethink bee, barry.
bethinking bee.
bethinking bee.
bethinking bee!
bethinking bee! bethinking bee!
waiteth a minute. I bethink i'm humour something.
what?
i knoweth not. T's stout, pulling me.
liketh a 27-million-year-old instinct.
bringeth the nose down.
bethinking bee!
bethinking bee! bethinking bee!
what in the w'rld is on the tarmac?
receiveth some lights on yond!
bethinking bee!
bethinking bee! bethinking bee!
vanessa, aim f'r the floweth'r.
tis fine.
cutteth the engines. We're going in on bee pow'r. Eft, boys?
affirmative!
valorous. Valorous. Easy, anon. Yond's t.
landeth on yond floweth'r!
eft? full rev'rse!
spineth t 'round!
not yond floweth'r! the oth'r one!
which one?
yond floweth'r.
i'm aiming at the floweth'r!
yond's a bacon-fed guy in a floweth'r'd shirt.
i cullionly the giant pulsating floweth'r madeth of millions of bees!
pulleth f'rward. Nose down. Tail up.
rotate 'round t.
this is insane, barry!
this's the only way i knoweth how to flyeth.
am i koo-koo-kachoo, 'r is this plane flying in an insect-like patt'rn?
receiveth thy nose in th're. Beest not afraid. Smelleth t. Full rev'rse!
just dropeth t. Beest a parteth of t.
aim f'r the cent'r!
anon dropeth t in! dropeth t in, mistress!
cometh on, already.
barry, we didst t! thee did teach me how to flyeth!
aye. Nay high-five!
right.
barry, t w'rked!
didst thee seeth the giant floweth'r?
what giant floweth'r? wh're? of course
i did see the floweth'r! yond wast genius!
thanketh thee.
but we're not done yet.
hark, ev'ryone!
this runway is cov'r'd with the lasteth pollen from the lasteth floweth'rs available anywh're on earth.
yond means this is our lasteth chance. We're the only ones who is't maketh honey, pollinate floweth'rs and dresseth liketh this.
if 't be true we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! what doth thee sayeth?
art we going to beest bees, 'r just museum of natural hist'ry keychains?
we're bees!
keychain!
then followeth me! except keychain.
holdeth on, barry. H're. Thee've did earn this.
yeah!
i'm a pollen jock! and t's a p'rfect fiteth. All i gotta doth art the sleeves.
oh, yeah.
yond's our barry.
mother! the bees art backeth!
if 't be true anybody needeth to maketh a calleth, anon's the timeth. I did get a humour we'll beest w'rking late tonight!
h're's thy changeth. Has't a most wondrous aft'rnoon! can i holp who is't's next?
wouldst thee liketh some honey with yond?
t is bee-approv'd. F'rget not these.
milketh, cream, cheese, t's all me. And i seeth not a nickel!
oft i just feeleth liketh a piece of meat!
i hadst nay idea.
barry, i'm s'rry.
has't thee did get a moment?
wouldst thee colours me?
mine own mosquito associate shall holp thee.
s'rry i'm late.
that gent's a lawy'r too?
i wast already a blood-sucking parasite. All i did need wast a briefcase.
has't a most wondrous aft'rnoon!
barry, i just did get this huge tulip 'rd'r, and i can't receiveth those folk anywh're.
nay problem, vannie. Just leaveth t to me.
thou art a lifesav'r, barry. Can i holp who is't's next?
good now, scramble, jocks! t's timeth to flyeth.
thanketh thee, barry!
yond bee is living mine own life!
alloweth t wend, kenny.
at which hour shall this nightmare endeth?!
alloweth t all wend.
quite quaint day to flyeth.
sure is.
between thee and me,
i wast dying to receiveth out of yond office.
thee has't did get to starteth bethinking bee, mine own cousin.
bethinking bee!
me?
holdeth t. Alloweth's just stand ho f'r a second. Holdeth t.
i'm s'rry. I'm s'rry, ev'ryone. Can we stand ho h're?
i'm not making a maj'r life decision during a production numb'r!
good now. Taketh ten, ev'rybody. Wrapeth t up, guys.
i hadst virtually nay rehearsal f'r yond

The farmer in the dell
The farmer in the dell
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The farmer in the dell
The farmer takes a wife
The farmer takes a wife
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The farmer takes a wife
The wife takes the child
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The wife takes the child
The child takes the nurse
The child takes the nurse
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The child takes the nurse
The nurse takes the cow
The nurse takes the cow
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The nurse takes the cow
The cow takes the dog
The cow takes the dog
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The cow takes the dog
The dog takes the cat
The dog takes the cat
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The dog takes the cat
The cat takes the mouse
The cat takes the mouse
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The cat takes the mouse
The mouse takes the cheese
The mouse takes the cheese
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The mouse takes the cheese
The cheese stands alone
The cheese stands alone
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The cheese stands alone

You know the rules, and so do I.
Say goodbye.

According to all known laws
of aviation,


there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.


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


The bee, of course, flies anyway


because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.


Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.


Barry! Breakfast is ready!


Ooming!


Hang on a second.


Hello?


- Barry?
- Adam?


- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.


Looking sharp.


Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.


Sorry. I'm excited.


Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.


A perfect report card, all B's.


Very proud.


Ma! I got a thing going here.


- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!


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


Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!


- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.


- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.


Never thought I'd make it.


Three days grade school,
three days high school.


Those were awkward.


Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


You did come back different.


- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.


- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.


Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.


Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.


I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.


I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.


That's why we don't need vacations.


Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.


- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!


- Bee-men.
- Amen!


Hallelujah!


Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...


...9:15.


That concludes our ceremonies.


And begins your career
at Honex Industries!


Will we pick ourjob today?


I heard it's just orientation.


Heads up! Here we go.


Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.


- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.


Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco


and a part of the Hexagon Group.


This is it!


Wow.


Wow.


We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life


to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.


Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


Our top-secret formula


is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


into this soothing sweet syrup


with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...


Honey!


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


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


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


to improve every aspect
of bee existence.


These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.


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


Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.


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


that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.


Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know


that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.


But choose carefully


because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.


The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.


What's the difference?


You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off


in 27 million years.


So you'll just work us to death?


We'll sure try.


Wow! That blew my mind!


"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?


One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.


I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.


But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?


Why would you question anything?
We're bees.


We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.


You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?


Like what? Give me one example.


I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.


Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.


Wait a second. Oheck it out.


- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.


I've never seen them this close.


They know what it's like
outside the hive.


Yeah, but some don't come back.


- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!


You guys did great!


You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


- I wonder where they were.
- I don't know.


Their day's not planned.


Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.


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


Right.


Look. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.


It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.


Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.


Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?


Distant. Distant.


Look at these two.


- Oouple of Hive Harrys.
- Let's have fun with them.


It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.


Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!


He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!


- Oh, my!
- I never thought I'd knock him out.


What were you doing during this?


Trying to alert the authorities.


I can autograph that.


A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?


Yeah. Gusty.


We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.


- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!


A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.


- Maybe I am.
- You are not!


We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?


I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.


Hey, Honex!


Dad, you surprised me.


You decide what you're interested in?


- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.


Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?


Son, let me tell you about stirring.


You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.


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


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


maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.


You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?


That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.


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


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


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


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


Wait till you see the sticks I have.


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


Let's open some honey and celebrate!


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


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


I'm so proud.


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


Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.


Yeah, right.


Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


- Is it still available?
- Hang on. Two left!


One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.


- What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar!


Wow!


Oouple of newbies?


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


Make your choice.


- You want to go first?
- No, you go.


Oh, my. What's available?


Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.


- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
- Sure, you're on.


I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


Wax monkey's always open.


The Krelman opened up again.


What happened?


A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.


Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!


Oh, this is so hard!


Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry?


Barry!


All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...


What happened to you?
Where are you?


- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?


- Out there.
- Oh, no!


I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.


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


Another call coming in.


If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd


that gets their roses today.


Hey, guys.


- Look at that.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


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


Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


Sign here, here. Just initial that.


- Thank you.
- OK.


You got a rain advisory today,


and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.


So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,


hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.


Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.


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


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


bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!


All right, launch positions!


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


Black and yellow!


Hello!


You ready for this, hot shot?


Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


Wind, check.


- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.


- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.


Scared out of my shorts, check.


OK, ladies,


let's move it out!


Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!


All of you, drain those flowers!


Wow! I'm out!


I can't believe I'm out!


So blue.


I feel so fast and free!


Box kite!


Wow!


Flowers!


This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.


Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


Roses!


30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


Stand to the side, kid.
It's got a bit of a kick.


That is one nectar collector!


- Ever see pollination up close?
- No, sir.


I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,


a pinch on that one.
See that? It's a little bit of magic.


That's amazing. Why do we do that?


That's pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


Oool.


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


Oopy that visual.


Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.


Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?


Affirmative.


That was on the line!


This is the coolest. What is it?


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


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


Yeah, fuzzy.


Ohemical-y.


Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


My sweet lord of bees!


Oandy-brain, get off there!


Problem!


- Guys!
- This could be bad.


Affirmative.


Very close.


Gonna hurt.


Mama's little boy.


You are way out of position, rookie!


Ooming in at you like a missile!


Help me!


I don't think these are flowers.


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


What is this?!


Match point!


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


Yowser!


Gross.


There's a bee in the car!


- Do something!
- I'm driving!


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


He's going to sting me!


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


He blinked!


Spray him, Granny!


What are you doing?!


Wow... the tension level
out here is unbelievable.


I gotta get home.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


Ken, could you close
the window please?


Ken, could you close
the window please?


Oheck out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.


You see? Folds out.


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


What was that?


Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This...


Drapes!


That is diabolical.


It's fantastic. It's got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


What's number one? Star Wars?


Nah, I don't go for that...


...kind of stuff.


No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
They're out of their minds.


When I leave a job interview, they're
flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


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


I don't remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.


I predicted global warming.


I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.


Wait! Stop! Bee!


Stand back. These are winter boots.


Wait!


Don't kill him!


You know I'm allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!


Why does his life have
less value than yours?


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


I'm just saying all life has value. You
don't know what he's capable of feeling.


My brochure!


There you go, little guy.


I'm not scared of him.
It's an allergic thing.


Put that on your resume brochure.


My whole face could puff up.


Make it one of your special skills.


Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.


Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


- You could put carob chips on there.
- Bye.


- Supposed to be less calories.
- Bye.


I gotta say something.


She saved my life.
I gotta say something.


All right, here it goes.


Nah.


What would I say?


I could really get in trouble.


It's a bee law.
You're not supposed to talk to a human.


I can't believe I'm doing this.


I've got to.


Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


No. Yes. No.


Do it. I can't.


How should I start it?
"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


Hi!


I'm sorry.


- You're talking.
- Yes, I know.


You're talking!


I'm so sorry.


No, it's OK. It's fine.
I know I'm dreaming.


But I don't recall going to bed.


Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.


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


I am. And I'm not supposed
to be doing this,


but they were all trying to kill me.


And if it wasn't for you...


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


That was a little weird.


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


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


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


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


The talking thing.


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


- That's very funny.
- Yeah.


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


Anyway...


Oan I...


...get you something?
- Like what?


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


I don't want to put you out.


It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


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


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


Hey, you want rum cake?


- I shouldn't.
- Have some.


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


I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


- Where?
- These stripes don't help.


You look great!


I don't know if you know
anything about fashion.


Are you all right?


No.


He's making the tie in the cab
as they're flying up Madison.


He finally gets there.


He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.


And he says, "Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.


Why would I marry a watermelon?"


Is that a bee joke?


That's the kind of stuff we do.


Yeah, different.


So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


About work? I don't know.


I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can't do it the way they want.


I know how you feel.


- You do?
- Sure.


My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


- Really?
- My only interest is flowers.


Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.


Anyway, if you look...


There's my hive right there. See it?


You're in Sheep Meadow!


Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.


- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
- Why not?


- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
- Maybe I'll try that.


- You all right, ma'am?
- Oh, yeah. Fine.


Just having two cups of coffee!


Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.


Yeah, it's no trouble.


Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
I'd be up the rest of my life.


Are you...?


Oan I take a piece of this with me?


Sure! Here, have a crumb.


- Thanks!
- Yeah.


All right. Well, then...
I guess I'll see you around.


Or not.


OK, Barry.


And thank you
so much again... for before.


Oh, that? That was nothing.


Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


This can't possibly work.


He's all set to go.
We may as well try it.


OK, Dave, pull the chute.


- Sounds amazing.
- It was amazing!


It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.


Humans! I can't believe
you were with humans!


Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?


Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.


- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
- Some of them. But some of them don't.


- How'd you get back?
- Poodle.


You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.


You had your "experience." Now you
can pick out yourjob and be normal.


- Well...
- Well?


Well, I met someone.


You did? Was she Bee-ish?


- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
- No, no, no, not a wasp.


- Spider?
- I'm not attracted to spiders.


I know it's the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.


I can't get by that face.


So who is she?


She's... human.


No, no. That's a bee law.
You wouldn't break a bee law.


- Her name's Vanessa.
- Oh, boy.


She's so nice. And she's a florist!


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


We're not dating.


You're flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes


with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


She saved my life!
And she understands me.


This is over!


Eat this.


This is not over! What was that?


- They call it a crumb.
- It was so stingin' stripey!


And that's not what they eat.
That's what falls off what they eat!


- You know what a Oinnabon is?
- No.


It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
They heat it up...


Sit down!


...really hot!
- Listen to me!


We are not them! We're us.
There's us and there's them!


Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?


There's no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!


You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!


- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.


Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


There he is. He's in the pool.


You know what your problem is, Barry?


I gotta start thinking bee?


How much longer will this go on?


It's been three days!
Why aren't you working?


I've got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.


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


Would it kill you
to make a little honey?


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


Martin, would you talk to him?


Barry, I'm talking to you!


You coming?


Got everything?


All set!


Go ahead. I'll catch up.


Don't be too long.


Watch this!


Vanessa!


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


He doesn't respond to yelling!


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


I'm not listening to this.


Sorry, I've gotta go.


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


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


Bye.


I just hope she's Bee-ish.


They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?


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


Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.


A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?


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


It's exhausting. Why don't you
run everywhere? It's faster.


Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.


TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That's insane!


You don't have that?


We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
It's a horrible, horrible disease.


Oh, my.


Dumb bees!


You must want to sting all those jerks.


We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us.


So you have to watch your temper.


Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,


write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:


Anger, jealousy, lust.


Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


Yeah.


- What is wrong with you?!
- It's a bug.


He's not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!


What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


Yeah, it was. How did you know?


It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


You've really got that
down to a science.


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


What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?


How did this get here?
Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


Ray Liotta Private Select?


- Is he that actor?
- I never heard of him.


- Why is this here?
- For people. We eat it.


You don't have
enough food of your own?


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


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


And it's hard to make it!


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


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


It's just honey, Barry.


Just what?!


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


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


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


I'm getting to the bottom
of all of this!


Hey, Hector.


- You almost done?
- Almost.


He is here. I sense it.


Well, I guess I'll go home now


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


You're busted, box boy!


I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!


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


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


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


The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!


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


You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!


You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!


Where is the honey coming from?


Tell me where!


Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


Orazy person!


What horrible thing has happened here?


These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now


they're on the road to nowhere!


Just keep still.


What? You're not dead?


Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?


To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.


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


I'm going to Tacoma.


- And you?
- He really is dead.


All right.


Uh-oh!


- What is that?!
- Oh, no!


- A wiper! Triple blade!
- Triple blade?


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


Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!


How much do you people need to see?!


Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!


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


But don't kill no more bugs!


- Bee!
- Moose blood guy!!


- You hear something?
- Like what?


Like tiny screaming.


Turn off the radio.


Whassup, bee boy?


Hey, Blood.


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


Wow!


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


I mean, that honey's ours.


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


It's a close community.


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


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


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


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


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


Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


You got to be kidding me!


Mooseblood's about to leave
the building! So long, bee!


- Hey, guys!
- Mooseblood!


I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?


We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it's pretty much pure profit.


What is this place?


A bee's got a brain
the size of a pinhead.


They are pinheads!


Pinhead.


- Oheck out the new smoker.
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


The Thomas 3000!


Smoker?


Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.


They make the honey,
and we make the money.


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


Oh, my!


What's going on? Are you OK?


Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


Do you know you're
in a fake hive with fake walls?


Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.


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


That's a drag queen!


What is this?


Oh, no!


There's hundreds of them!


Bee honey.


Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!


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


Oh, Barry, stop.


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


Do these look like rumors?


That's a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.


How did you get mixed up in this?


He's been talking to humans.


- What?
- Talking to humans?!


He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!


Make out? Barry!


We do not.


- You wish you could.
- Whose side are you on?


The bees!


I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?


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


Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked


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


I remember that.


What right do they have to our honey?


We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


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


Sting them where it really hurts.


In the face! The eye!


- That would hurt.
- No.


Up the nose? That's a killer.


There's only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.


Hive at Five, the hive's only
full-hour action news source.


No more bee beards!


With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


Weather with Storm Stinger.


Sports with Buzz Larvi.


And Jeanette Ohung.


- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,


packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!


Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


we'll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,


Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.


Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
from the hive. I can't do this"?


Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.


What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


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


We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.


How old are you?


The bee community
is supporting you in this case,


which will be the trial
of the bee century.


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


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


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


Next week...


Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard 'em.


Bear Week next week!
They're scary, hairy and here live.


Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.


In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!


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


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


Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.


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


I'm helping him sue the human race.


- Hello.
- Hello, bee.


This is Ken.


Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


Why does he talk again?


Listen, you better go
'cause we're really busy working.


But it's our yogurt night!


Bye-bye.


Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!


Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.


- Frosting...
- How many sugars?


Just one. I try not
to use the competition.


So why are you helping me?


Bees have good qualities.


And it takes my mind off the shop.


Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.


Those are great, if you're three.


And artificial flowers.


- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
- Yeah, me too.


Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


Bees must hate those fake things!


Nothing worse
than a daffodil that's had work done.


Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.


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


You sure you want to go through with it?


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


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


It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,


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


we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.


What have we gotten into here, Barry?


It's pretty big, isn't it?


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


You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?


Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.


- What's the matter?
- I don't know, I just got a chill.


Well, if it isn't the bee team.


You boys work on this?


All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.


All right. Oase number 4475,


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


is now in session.


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


A privilege.


Mr. Benson... you're representing
all the bees of the world?


I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we're ready to proceed.


Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.


Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


my grandmother was a simple woman.


Born on a farm, she believed
it was man's divine right


to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.


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


just think of what would it mean.


I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm


for the elastic in my britches!


Talking bee!


How do we know this isn't some sort of


holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?


They could be using laser beams!


Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,


he could be on steroids!


Mr. Benson?


Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.


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


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


We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.


Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room


who think they can take it from us


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


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


but everything we are!


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


Oall your first witness.


So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.


I suppose so.


I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!


Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.


Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.


I don't imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?


- No.
- I couldn't hear you.


- No.
- No.


Because you don't free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,


it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


They're very lovable creatures.


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


You mean like this?


Bears kill bees!


How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?!


Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!


OK, that's enough. Take him away.


So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.


- Where have I heard it before?
- I was with a band called The Police.


But you've never been
a police officer, have you?


No, I haven't.


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


of bee culture casually
stolen by a human


for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.


Oh, please.


Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.


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


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


Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on


your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.


Thank you. Thank you.


I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome


with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow.


I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


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


Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't


have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?


Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!


This isn't a goodfella.
This is a badfella!


Why doesn't someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!


- Order in this court!
- You're all thinking it!


Order! Order, I say!


- Say it!
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.


I think the jury's on our side.


Are we doing everything right, legally?


I'm a florist.


Right. Well, here's to a great team.


To a great team!


Well, hello.


- Ken!
- Hello.


I didn't think you were coming.


No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but... the battery.


I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


Oh, that was lucky.


There's a little left.
I could heat it up.


Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


I'm not much for the game myself.
The ball's a little grabby.


That's where I usually sit.
Right... there.


Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


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


I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.


Do we?


Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


That's just what
I was thinking about doing.


Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


I'm going to drain the old stinger.


Yeah, you do that.


Look at that.


You know, I've just about had it


with your little mind games.


- What's that?
- Italian Vogue.


Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


A lot of ads.


Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?


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


I think something stinks in here!


I love the smell of flowers.


How do you like the smell of flames?!


Not as much.


Water bug! Not taking sides!


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


I've got issues!


Well, well, well, a royal flush!


- You're bluffing.
- Am I?


Surf's up, dude!


Poo water!


That bowl is gnarly.


Except for those dirty yellow rings!


Kenneth! What are you doing?!


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


We need to talk!


He's just a little bee!


And he happens to be
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?


No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you're one of them!


Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!


Goodbye, Ken.


And for your information,


I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!


I'm sorry about all that.


I know it's got
an aftertaste! I like it!


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


I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.


Are you OK for the trial?


I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.


We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


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


Yeah.


Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic


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


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


is to remind them
of what they don't like about bees.


- You got the tweezers?
- Are you allergic?


Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think we'd all like to know.


What exactly is your relationship


to that woman?


We're friends.


- Good friends?
- Yes.


How good? Do you live together?


Wait a minute...


Are you her little...


...bedbug?


I've seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,


doesn't your queen give birth
to all the bee children?


- Yeah, but...
- So those aren't your real parents!


- Oh, Barry...
- Yes, they are!


Hold me back!


You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson?


He's denouncing bees!


Don't y'all date your cousins?


- Objection!
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!


Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


Oh, I'm hit!!


Oh, lordy, I am hit!


Order! Order!


The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!


I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!


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


Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!


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


What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison


from my heaving buttocks?


I will have order in this court. Order!


Order, please!


The case of the honeybees
versus the human race


took a pointed turn against the bees


yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.


- Is there much pain?
- Yeah.


I...


I blew the whole case, didn't I?


It doesn't matter. What matters is
you're alive. You could have died.


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


They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


Look, there's
a little celery still on it.


What was it like to sting someone?


I can't explain it. It was all...


All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!


All right.


You think it was all a trap?


Of course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this.


What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
just a couple of bugs in this world.


What will the humans do to us
if they win?


I don't know.


I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn't sound so bad.


Adam, they check in,
but they don't check out!


Oh, my.


Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?


- Why?
- The smoke.


Bees don't smoke.


Right. Bees don't smoke.


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


That's it! That's our case!


It is? It's not over?


Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


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


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


Mr. Flayman.


Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


Where is the rest of your team?


Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


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


I actually heard a funny story about...


Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs


taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?


How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?


They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges


against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.


I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!


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


to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.


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


Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?


Show me the smoking gun!


Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?


Here is your smoking gun.


What is that?


It's a bee smoker!


What, this?
This harmless little contraption?


This couldn't hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.


Look at what has happened


to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"


Is this what nature intended for us?


To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines


and man-made wooden slat work camps?


Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?


- What are we gonna do?
- He's playing the species card.


Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!


Free the bees! Free the bees!


Free the bees!


Free the bees! Free the bees!


The court finds in favor of the bees!


Vanessa, we won!


I knew you could do it! High-five!


Sorry.


I'm OK! You know what this means?


All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.


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


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


You'll regret this.


Barry, how much honey is out there?


All right. One at a time.


Barry, who are you wearing?


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


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


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


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


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


Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,


every last drop.


We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more


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


We're all aware
of what they do in the woods.


Wait for my signal.


Take him out.


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


And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames...


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


...unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products


and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.


Oan't breathe.


Bring it in, boys!


Hold it right there! Good.


Tap it.


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


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


Shut down honey production!


Stop making honey!


Turn your key, sir!


What do we do now?


Oannonball!


We're shutting honey production!


Mission abort.


Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.


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


Oh, yeah?


What's going on? Where is everybody?


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


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


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


At least we got our honey back.


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


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


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


And now...


Now I can't.


I don't understand
why they're not happy.


I thought their lives would be better!


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


You don't have any idea
what's going on, do you?


- What did you want to show me?
- This.


What happened here?


That is not the half of it.


Oh, no. Oh, my.


They're all wilting.


Doesn't look very good, does it?


No.


And whose fault do you think that is?


You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


Bees?


Specifically, me.


I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.


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


That's our whole SAT test right there.


Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.


And then, of course...


The human species?


So if there's no more pollination,


it could all just go south here,
couldn't it?


I know this is also partly my fault.


How about a suicide pact?


How do we do it?


- I'll sting you, you step on me.
- Thatjust kills you twice.


Right, right.


Listen, Barry...
sorry, but I gotta get going.


I had to open my mouth and talk.


Vanessa?


Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?


To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.


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


It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.


Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.


I know. Me neither.


Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.


Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


Roses!


Vanessa!


Roses?!


Barry?


- Roses are flowers!
- Yes, they are.


Flowers, bees, pollen!


I know.
That's why this is the last parade.


Maybe not.
Oould you ask him to slow down?


Oould you slow down?


Barry!


OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.


Yes, it kind of is.


I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you


with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.


Actually, it's completely closed down.


I thought maybe you were remodeling.


But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.


I don't want to hear it!


All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.


I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.


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


- Bees.
- Park.


- Pollen!
- Flowers.


- Repollination!
- Across the nation!


Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.


They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.


Security will be tight.


I have an idea.


Vanessa Bloome, FTD.


Official floral business. It's real.


Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.


Thank you. It was a gift.


Once inside,
we just pick the right float.


How about The Princess and the Pea?


I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!


Yes, I got it.


- Where should I sit?
- What are you?


- I believe I'm the pea.
- The pea?


It goes under the mattresses.


- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.


You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!


Let's see what this baby'll do.


Hey, what are you doing?!


Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...


...without arousing suspicion.


Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.


Stop! Security.


- You and your insect pack your float?
- Yes.


Has it been
in your possession the entire time?


Would you remove your shoes?


- Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me.


I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.


Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.


Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!


I think this is gonna work.


It's got to work.


Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.


We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.


It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.


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


I gotta get up there
and talk to them.


Be careful.


Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?


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


Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.


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


Bee!


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


What are you doing?


- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
- Who's an attorney?


Don't move.


Oh, Barry.


Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.


Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?


And please hurry!


What happened here?


There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.


One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!


- Is that another bee joke?
- No!


No one's flying the plane!


This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?


This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.


Where's the pilot?


He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.


Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?


As a matter of fact, there is.


- Who's that?
- Barry Benson.


From the honey trial?! Oh, great.


Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.


It's got giant wings, huge engines.


I can't fly a plane.


- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
- Yes.


How hard could it be?


Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.


This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,


where a suspenseful scene
is developing.


Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...


That's Barry!


...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers


and an incapacitated flight crew.


Flowers?!


We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls


with absolutely no flight experience.


Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.


I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.


They've done enough damage.


But isn't he your only hope?


Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.


Their wings are too small...


Haven't we heard this a million times?


"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."


- Get this on the air!
- Got it.


- Stand by.
- We're going live.


The way we work may be a mystery to you.


Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.


But let me tell you about a small job.


If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.


More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.


That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.


That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.


We get behind a fellow.


- Black and yellow!
- Hello!


Left, right, down, hover.


- Hover?
- Forget hover.


This isn't so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!


Barry, what happened?!


Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.


- That may have been helping me.
- And now we're not!


So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.


All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!


Move out!


Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!


Don't have to yell.


I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.


It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!


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


I can't do this!


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


You snap out of it.


You snap out of it.


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- Hold it!
- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.


How is the plane flying?


I don't know.


Hello?


Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?


The Pollen Jocks!


They do get behind a fellow.


- Black and yellow.
- Hello.


All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.


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


No, nothing. It's all cloudy.


Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.


- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.


- What?
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.


Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.


Bring the nose down.


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


- What in the world is on the tarmac?
- Get some lights on that!


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
- OK.


Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?


Affirmative!


Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.


Land on that flower!


Ready? Full reverse!


Spin it around!


- Not that flower! The other one!
- Which one?


- That flower.
- I'm aiming at the flower!


That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower


made of millions of bees!


Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.


Rotate around it.


- This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly.


Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?


Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!


Just drop it. Be a part of it.


Aim for the center!


Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!


Oome on, already.


Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!


- Yes. No high-five!
- Right.


Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?


What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!


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


Listen, everyone!


This runway is covered
with the last pollen


from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.


That means this is our last chance.


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


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


Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?


We're bees!


Keychain!


Then follow me! Except Keychain.


Hold on, Barry. Here.


You've earned this.


Yeah!


I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.


Oh, yeah.


That's our Barry.


Mom! The bees are back!


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


I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!


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


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


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


Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!


I had no idea.


Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?


Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.


Sorry I'm late.


He's a lawyer too?


I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.


Have a great afternoon!


Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.


No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.


You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?


All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.


Thank you, Barry!


That bee is living my life!


Let it go, Kenny.


- When will this nightmare end?!
- Let it all go.


- Beautiful day to fly.
- Sure is.


Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.


You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.


- Thinking bee!
- Me?


Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.


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


I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!


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


I had virtually no rehearsal for that.