Bee Boy All At Sea

£100? For what?

Stupid business studies project.

We have to start a business that makes a profit of a hundred quid.

And your idea for a business is we just give you the money?

It's revolutionary(!)

I just thought doing it would be really hard.

You're so considerate(!)

How does THIS look like THIS?

I'm not a seamstress!

Anyway, you look more like a bee than he does.

You're dressing up like a bee? What are you, five?

He's meeting the writer of his favourite comic. Bee Man.

Bee Boy! His name is Bee Boy!

The best costume wins a copy of the next Bee Boy comic

signed by the author.

And you're letting him go out like that? People know we're related.

Cakes! For your project, you could bake cakes and sell cakes.

I told you - I don't want to do it!

You have to. It's your school work.

Please, just give me the money.

-No.

-Probably best if you just do it, love.

That is so unfair!

ALARM CLOCK BLEEPS

Charlie...

It's six o'clock. Go back to sleep.

I want to go with you.

-No. You can't.

-Why not?

You're not a superhero. You can't fire honey nets from your wrists.

You can't either.

Yeah, I can.

I have superpowers like Bee Boy, but I have to keep mine a secret.

How did you get superpowers?

I...fell into a vat of radioactive honey.

See you, buddy.

You look nothing like him.

You look like something hatching out of an egg.

I can still win if no-one wears a costume.

Anyway, we're first in the queue.

We'll be right at front, and we can definitely see Mr King,

and we can say...

BOTH: My life for the hive!

That's Bee Boy's catchphrase.

He lives in a hive?

No, he means humanity. We are his hive.

Oh! It's a crude metaphor for the shortcoming of individualism.

I'll be quiet now. Get some sleep.

Urgh, not again...

Why? Why are you doing this to me?

Whoa! What's gone on here?

Baking muffins - I can't do it! I just can't!

Maybe you over-mixed the batter.

I literally have no idea what you're talking about.

-Never mind. Just try again.

-No!

I mean, why don't I do a batch for you?

Hang on. This is Hannah's project,

she needs to learn about responsibility.

I already learned that with my hamster!

Your hamster died.

But I had a whole morning of responsibility!

Can't we just help her?

I'm not sure we can afford a new kitchen.

Please, Dad?

I mean you're so good at business...

That's...true.

OK, but this is your project.

Me and your mother are merely consultants.

Yeah, yeah... I'll be the baking consultant.

I'll teach you how to make a perfect mess-free muffins.

And you can be the shopping consultant.

I teach her how to shop?

SNORING

CROWD CHATTERING OUTSIDE

What's that noise?

Is that a queue?

What you doing? The queue's this side.

-No. It's this side.

-But we've been here since six!

We got up just before dawn so we'd be first!

Who you dressed as? Balloon Man?

KIDS LAUGH

Charlie...

Is that a REAL Sting Laser?

Imported from Chicago.

Collectors item - it's got the authentic honeycomb grip.

Wow!

A genuine Sting Laser and you're just giving it away for free?!

What? I never said...

-Really, for free?

-Me!

-Give it to me! I want it!

No! Stop! The photon switch - it's delicate!

Get off! Get off me!

See? Told you we'd be at the front of the queue.

Outstanding!

-I saw what you did!

-But...

No! You're a troublemaker and you're banned!

Ah... Let me guess. Business studies project for Jenny?

How did you know?

Great minds think alike. I had the same idea, actually.

Baked goods. Always a winner, isn't it?

-What's Jenny baking?

-Oh, nothing special...

Just triple chocolate choux pastry buns

in a banana and lemon drizzle. Hannah?

Em... Muffins.

Oh, going for the low end of the market? Interesting strategy.

But I warn you, Jenny's determined to win.

Win?

I mean pass. It's not about beating anyone, is it?

No, no!

That's not the important thing here at all.

Anyway, better report back to the CEO or I'll be on a warning!

That's a good one!

A warning from a 12-year-old.

This one's the comic shop.

And look!

An open window!

Great. An extremely dangerous climb followed by a criminal act.

They're the criminals, locking us out for nothing.

It's not dangerous.

It's just onto the drainpipe, onto the ledge, jump up to the window,

-and you're in.

-To intensive care.

That'll never hold our weight.

Yeah, it will. Look...

GUTTER SNAPS

Oops!

Or we could just try the door?

Empty. Come on.

Charlie, we shouldn't be here.

Wow... Cool.

OK, you've seen it, let's go.

We'll hide behind that.

Sneak out when the crowd come in, and get a good seat.

Quick!

Hurry up!

I can't. I'm too roundy!

Breathe in a bit.

My one had the authentic honeycomb grip.

You mentioned that. Quite a few times.

King's train gets in in ten minutes.

I'll let them in now, they can buy some stuff,

get settled before he arrives.

Charlie, get off my foot.

Three...two...one... Go!

You're lucky we tested that and found out it was weak!

It could have collapsed on Mr King!

You can buzz off!

Just to be clear, this life ban,

it is only when I'm being Bee Boy, ain't it?

Phew! I'm exhausted.

You've only put them in the oven. I did the mixing!

OK, guys, let's roll. We need to get another batch on!

What? Why?

We've got competition.

I just bumped into John Leith, and Jenny is also doing cakes.

And he was so condescending

about her triple chocolate choux dribble...

Ooh, sounds delicious.

Jenny is brilliant at baking. We might as well give up.

No, no, no! That is not the attitude, sister.

If we work together as a team, we can crush the Leiths.

In a good way.

We need to work... Oh, bean bag!

We need to work on your sales technique.

You're going door to door,

so your first point of contact is the knock.

Not too fast... HE KNOCKS QUICKLY

See? Needy, desperate.

HE KNOCKS STEADILY

Good knock. Solid, reliable.

Then add a signature twist.

HE KNOCKS RHYTHMICALLY

Makes them think, "This guy's got a sense of humour.

"I'm going to buy loads of cakes off him-slash-her." Any questions?

What if they've got a bell?

We'll go back to mine, have a go at my new extreme jigsaw -

a pine forest at night.

Almost impossible.

No way. You heard him. King's train just got in.

-So...?

-We intercept him, run interference...

What does that even mean?

It means, I might not be in the competition,

-but we can still get our comics signed!

-Outstanding!

SHE KNOCKS RHYTHMICALLY

No, no, no, that just sounds insincere and frivolous....

HE REPEATS KNOCK EXACTLY

See?

No... No, I don't see!

OK, we need to move on.

Once the door opens, it is all about A-B-C...

That is A...

B...

C... Right?

Always. Be. Closing.

-Closing?

-Closing the deal. Getting them to buy a cake.

Imagine I am an old lady.

"Oh, hello, my dear, lovely door knock, by the way.

"How can I help you today?"

You want some? They're a quid.

Oh, we are going to need a lot more work on this...

Why are you doing this to me?

Let's start again.

MICROWAVE PINGS

Louie! I've told you - you can't play with the microwave!

I wasn't playing. I was making radioactive honey.

Well, you've ruined that now, so just go play in your room.

What are you doing? Did you not see him?

I'm trying to teach Hannah to sell.

It's very stressful.

She's tough, she can take it.

We'll take him up to the den, get him to sign all our comics!

We're luring him to the den? I'm pretty sure that's kidnapping.

Nah. That's only if you chain them to a radiator.

I have eyes on the target.

OK, just act cool.

Mr King!

And who are you...Bumble Bee Boy?

Brian from the comic shop sent me to meet you, show you the way.

Ah... My very own guard of honour.

BOTH: My life for the hive!

It is! It's radioactive!

Don't worry - the sign's not true.

Just part of our security protocol.

We don't actually have poisonous gas.

What is this place? Where's the comic shop?

We'll just be a minute.

Just to be clear, you're here out of your own free will.

There's no question of coercion.

Come on.

Just crawl through here. In you go.

Ah, you wanted me to see this - all your Bee Boy stuff.

Yeah, you even wrote to us once.

"Please, please, please, please stop sending me these strange letters..."

You're that kid that wrote to me a hundred times.

126.

And what did we get back? Nothing.

But don't worry, you can make up for it now.

Just sign these and we'll forgive you.

That's a lot of comics...

All right!

And mine.

Good luck, Hannah. And remember... A-B-C.

-Always be closing!

-Good advice.

Ladies and gentlemen,

what you're about to see, you can't tell anyone.

I'm going to throw this in the air and catch it in my honey net.

PLATE SMASHES

Louie! What are you doing?

You've smashed a plate!

Sorry, Mum. I was playing honey nets but they didn't work.

I'll buy you loads of plates when I'm a superhero.

Just... Just go up to your room and try and play something less odd.

Sorry. Sorry about him. He's not normally like this...

He's normally worse!

SHE LAUGHS

More tea?

MOURNFUL VIOLIN MUSIC

I had another idea -

a super-intelligent shark attacks London

and Bee Boy has to go underwater.

-Please! I don't want any more ideas!

-But they're really good.

Then the shark gets eaten by a giant frog...

-Wow.

-..who falls into a volcano.

Look, I don't want any more ideas

because I'm taking a break from Bee Boy.

I want to write something else. A novel.

Is Bee Boy in it?

No. No, it's about a lonely man looking for love in London.

It's very deep. He's a writer.

No-one's going to read that!

Oh! It's true!

Give me that! It's the final issue. It's private.

Sorry.

Bee Boy - he goes and starts a new life as a geography teacher.

No!

Makes sense. Steady job,

pension, great holidays...

I've got a talk to give, so if you'll please excuse me...

I have a lot to be getting on with.

I can't be sitting around talking with all of you...

-DOOR SLAMS

-..lovely as it's been...

Hello?

Hello?

-Let me out!

-I'm sorry, Mr King, but we're holding you hostage.

Don't use the H word! It looks bad in court!

Just promise Bee Boy stays on the job.

Think about it, you'll see it makes sense.

Uh, let... Let me go.

You'll thank me one day.

-HE BANGS ON DOOR

-Help! Help!

We really can't be doing this! This really is kidnapping!

No. It's false imprisonment.

Unlike the jail time we'll serve, which will be very, very real!

Police! Police!

He's brave now, but if he's anything like my dad,

a few hours in solitary, and he'll be crying like a baby.

Help!

Fancy her last one?

Oh!

A quid to you, sir.

Right...

Uh, not bad.

Yes, we sold the lot, 80 units.

Still, not good enough for the CEO, is it?

It is, actually.

No, she wants to do double that now, doesn't she?

Oh! Well done, you!

Sold quite a few!

No, none.

But you've got less cakes.

Yeah... I got hungry.

-LAUGHING:

-Hungry?!

Talk about eating into the profit margins!

You want to buy one?

Not today, thanks.

Hang on, I just bought...

Come on, Jenny, we've got some baking to do.

-Are we finished all this now?

-Yes.

As soon as I crush him like an ant.

Healthy and yummy...

He hasn't said anything for ten minutes!

He's bluffing.

What if something's happened? What if he's dead?

We'll have to open it.

Negative on that. He's an enemy combatant - he knew the risks.

Aha!

Mr King, please...

We've failed Bee Boy. And he gave us so much.

That's it! We'll have to show King how important Bee Boy is.

Much more important than some rubbish novel!

By writing an essay outlining some valuable lessons

you've learned from Bee Boy?

No. By doing a robbery.

You want to get yourself on a corner, then you get the perfect footfall.

Kevin! How's it going?

Brilliant! Yes. Strength to strength.

-Yes, this is a good spot, I think.

-Yes, indeed, yes.

Yes. You should probably get yourselves a corner with

-a lot of footfall like this one, which is ours.

-No, this is ours

-cos we got here first.

-No, I put my foot down first.

-You didn't.

-I think I was actually earlier...

-You OK?

Yeah. Except for the endless shame and humiliation.

I know.

And we won't sell anything here with these two going at it.

They look hungry.

Look, just have the corner!

Thank you.

Cakes?

Better cakes?

These are better cakes, much better cakes.

-The best cakes!

-These are posher, much posher.

-Cheaper cakes!

-Choux pastry!

Target acquired.

OK, Alison.

Wait! Stop! Stop!

Don't worry, I'll get your briefcase back!

Just like Bee Boy taught me.

My life for the hive!

Guess who sold all their cakes and made a hundred quid?

Well done, Hannah. Yay!

Thanks. I've got this weird feeling in my stomach.

At first, I thought it might be wind, but then I realised,

it might actually be...a sense of achievement.

Where's your dad?

He's out in the garden building something.

He's what?

-What's this?

-A stall.

I thought you said you sold better in town?

Yes, we do. But when Leith sees this, he'll want one.

And while he's busy, we'll have the run of the high street.

-But we're finished! I've got my hundred quid!

-No, no.

We are finished when Leith is crushed,

his pillow drenched in the bitter tears of defeat.

That's a very healthy, mature attitude(!)

I'm thinking as a parent here.

If Hannah carries on, she'll sell hundreds, and be top of the class.

-I've got the money!

-No, you haven't, I used it to buy more ingredients.

-You what?

-Hush now, child.

Just thought you'd like to know we sold our entire second batch.

-The lot.

-Oh... Took you that long, did it?

We sold out ages ago, thanks to the old stall.

-A stall?

-Yep.

Yes, I was actually thinking the same thing.

Oh, right.

-Except bigger.

-Oh, right!

Well, if you're going to do something, do it right.

-That's what I always say.

-Yeah.

-See you later.

-I bet I will.

Spider just caught himself a little fly.

Just to be clear, this look in my eyes? It's not pride.

-(It is a little bit.)

-No, it's not!

OK, I need 80 muffins and some edible glitter.

See? No damage.

And when I take it back, he'll be really pleased

and he'll realise how kids are inspired by Bee Boy.

The tablet probably has GPS.

Police are probably closing in on us right now.

That's only in science fiction!

Yeah, Ben. We don't live in the future.

GPS? It's been around for years! ENGINE STARTS

No! No!

Phew! I thought we were in trouble there.

My briefcase!

What have you done?

I'll get it, Mr King!

Left, right, left again...

Just a final check for bikes...

and...proceed!

Please don't tell the police.

I won't do well if I'm put in with the young offenders.

You...

You staged the robbery.

To save Bee Boy!

We thought if you saw me getting your briefcase back

cos I was inspired by Bee Boy...

A comic character?

He really means that much to you?

Take me to the comic shop.

What do you think, Anne?

I don't know who to be more worried about -

the furniture or you.

Good, isn't it?

Yeah. Been planning it for ages.

I didn't get the idea just when I saw yours.

Like little boys...

Wow!

You've done a really good job -

it makes mine look pretty stupid, don't it?

Don't worry, Kevin. We can't all be boardroom material!

OK, I've decided - I'm more worried about you.

Sorry I'm late. I got a bit tied up.

Whoa!

It's OK, they're with me. Special guests.

Hear that? I'm special.

Bzzz!

Oh! What are you doing?

I'm doing the bee dance. It's how we talk to each other.

That's nice.

It's my superpower. I can command the bees to come to me.

That's lovely!

You can all be friends and...

Bzz! Bzzzz!

..buzz around together.

Bee Boy owes all his success to you, his devoted fans.

So you deserve to be the first to know that recently

I had decided to temporarily retire Bee Boy...

KIDS GASP

But today, I had a change of heart.

KIDS SIGH WITH RELIEF

Thanks to one boy in this room...

Him.

That boy abducted me,

imprisoned me,

he destroyed my property,

all in the name of Bee Boy.

So, thanks to him...

I'm killing Bee Boy off for ever!

CHILDREN WHISPER

Get him!

It worked! It worked! Leith has built a massive stall!

Men. Unbelievable!

Right, while he's busy, let's pack all this stuff up and go into town.

Charlie?

If a group of angry kids come, just say you didn't see me.

Bzzz!

Come to me!

He came in here!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Just a minute!

This is private property and you are trespassing, all of you.

So, unless you want me to call the police...

-There! There he is!

-Evasive action!

-Get him!

I am People Boy! Master of the human race!

-Would anyone like a cold drink?

-Yeah.

60, 80, 100...

Should have just done what I said in the first place,

just given it to me!

-Is that the comic the Bee Boy author sent you, Charlie?

-Yeah.

That was nice of him. You enjoying it?

No. Bee Boy gets run over by a truck and gets squished.

I'm sure they'll bring him back.

No. A super-intelligent shark eats Bee Boy's body.

And then the shark gets eaten by a giant frog

who falls into a volcano.

That does sound like curtains.

Yes. Still, nice of him to send you a copy.

Yeah.

-He did send you something too, Dad.

-Oh?

A bill? 500 quid for a new tablet and a briefcase?!

Charlie!

How can this be right?

Scan hundreds of old family photos into the laptop!

And for what? For recovering a stolen briefcase!

What kind of lesson is that for a child?

It's a travesty of justice!

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd