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Grant102

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  • About Me THE BEE MO­VIE SCRIPT­

    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?&q­uot;
    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, &q­uot;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.&q­uot;


    - 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.
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