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        According to all known laws
        
        of aviation,
        
        there is no way a bee
        
        should be able to fly.
        
        Its wings are too small to get
        
        its fat little body off the ground.
        
        The bee, of course, flies anyway
        
        because bees don't care
        
        what humans think is impossible.
        
        Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
        
        Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
        
        Ooh, black and yellow!
        
        Let's shake it up a little.
        
        Barry! Breakfast is ready!
        
        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?