Bee Movie

BUZZING

Ah! Hey!

PING Ow! Ooh! ARGH!

GROANING

Ha-ha!

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

Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!

Yeah, let's shake it up a little.

GARGLES

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Coming! RINGING

Oh, hang on a second.

-Hello?

-'Barry?'

-Adam?

'Can you believe this is happening?!'

Can't believe it. I'll pick you up.

WHIRRING Looking sharp.

Barry, use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those!

-Sorry. I'm excited.

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

And a perfect report card - all Bs!

-Very proud.

-Ma! I got a thing going here.

-You've got some 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!

HORN BEEPS

-Hey, Adam.

-Hey, Barry. Is that fuzz gel?

-A little.

-It's special day, finally graduating.

-Never thought I'd make it.

-Three days of grade school, three of high school.

-Those were awkward.

Three days of college. I'm glad I took off one day

-and hitchhiked around the hive.

-You came back different.

-Hi, Barry!

-Hey, Artie, growing a moustache? Looks good!

-Did you hear about Frankie?

-Yeah.

-Going to his funeral?

-No! Everybody knows, you sting someone, you die.

You don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead.

Yeah, I guess he could've just gotten out of the way.

BOTH: Whoa!

Whoo-hoo!

I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.

I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.

TYRES SCREECH

BRASS BAND PLAYS

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

-Well, Adam, today we are men.

-We are.

-Bee-men.

-Amen.

-BOTH: Hallelujah!

LOUDSPEAKER: 'Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

'please welcome Dean Buzzwell.' APPLAUSE

Welcome, New Hive City graduating class

of...9:15!

Ahem. And that concludes our graduation ceremonies...

ALL CHEER

..and begins your career at Honex Industries!

-Are we gonna pick our job today?

-I heard it's just orientation.

Whoa! Heads up! Here we go!

COMPUTER: 'Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram.

'Mantenga sus manos y antenas adentro del cabina en todo momento.'

APPLAUSE

-I wonder what it's gonna be like.

-A little scary.

BOTH WAIL LIKE GHOSTS

Welcome to Honex - a division of Honesco

-and a part of the Hexagon Group.

-This is it!

BOTH: 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 colour corrected, scent adjusted

and bubble contoured into this soothing sweet syrup

with its distinctive golden glow you all know as...

-ALL: Honey!

-ALL LAUGH

-That girl was hot.

-She's my cousin.

-She is?

-Yes, we're all cousins!

-Right.

At Honex, we also constantly strive

to improve every aspect of bee existence.

These bees are stress testing a new helmet technology.

SPLAT

WHACK

-THUD

-Argh!

-WHACK

-Ahhhh!

-Hah!

-WHACK

-Hah-hah!

-Ooh!

-What do you think he makes?

-Not enough.

-Here's our latest advancement - the Krelman.

-Wow. What does that do?

Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

Er, can 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 that you pick

for the rest of your life.

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

-What's the difference?

-Huh?

And 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.

ALL LAUGH

ALL: Whee!

Wow! That blew my mind!

"What's the difference?" How could 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 how could they

-never have told us?

-Why would you question anything? We're bees.

We're the most perfectly functioning society on earth.

Hey!

But did 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.

LOUDSPEAKER: 'Please clear the gate.

-'Royal Nectar Force on approach.'

-Check it out.

-Hey, hey, those are Pollen Jocks!

-Wow!

-I've never seen them this close.

-They go outside the hive.

-Yeah, but some of them don't come back.

-GIRL BEES: Hi, Jocks!

You guys did great! You're monsters!

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

-I wonder where they've been.

-I don't know.

Their day's not planned. Flying who knows where,

-doing who knows what.

-You can't just decide one day 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 big a deal out of it.

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

GIRL BEES GIGGLE

Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins, too?

Distant. Distant.

-Look at these two.

-Hive Harrys!

-Let's have some fun with 'em.

-It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.

-Oh, yeah.

Once, a bear had me pinned up against a mushroom, a paw on my throat,

-and with the other paw he was slapping me across the face!

-Oh, my!

-But I knocked him out.

-What were you doing?

-Trying to alert the authorities.

-I can autograph that.

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

-Yeah. Gusty.

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

-Six miles, huh?

-(Barry!)

It's a puddle jump for us but, er, maybe you're not up for it.

-Maybe I am.

-(You are not.)

-We're goin' 0900 at J-Gate.

-Whoa!

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

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

-Hey, Honex!

-Oh!

-You surprised me.

-Have you decided what you're interested in, son?

-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 stir it around.

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

Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field isn't for me.

What, you're thinking of making balloon animals?!

-A bad job for a guy with a stinger.

-No...

-Janet, your son's not sure

-he wants to go into honey!

-Oh, Barry, you are so funny sometimes!

-I'm not trying to be 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 your sticks.

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 start calling everybody "dawg"!

-I'm so proud!

BUS BELL RINGS

-I can't believe we're starting work today!

-Today's the day.

-Come on, all the good jobs will be gone!

-Yeah...right.

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

-Is it still available?

-Hang on. Two left!

And one of them is yours! Congratulations, son!

-Yeah!

-What'd you get?

-Pickin' the crud out.

-Whoa!

-Stellar!

-Couple of newbies?

-Yes, sir! Our first day and we are ready!

Well, step up and make your choice.

-You wanna go first?

-Er, no, you go.

-Oh, my!

-What's available?

-Restroom attendant is always open.

-Any chance of getting on to the Krelman, sir?

-Sure!

Oh, sorry, the Krelman just closed out! Wax monkey's always open.

-And the Krelman opened up again.

-What happened?

Whenever a bee dies, that's an opening. He's dead. Dead.

Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. But that's life!

Oh, this is so hard!

Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming,

lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler.

Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry!

-We've got the sunflower patch...

-RINGING

-'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!

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

-Really? Feeling lucky, are ya?

-Sign here and here.

-Just initial that. Thank you.

-OK!

You got a rain advisory 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, just 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!

ALL: Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

-Black and yellow!

-ALL: Hello!

-Are you ready for this, hotshot?

-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!

-WINGS WHIRR

Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!

-All of you, drain those flowers!

-BEES ROAR

Wow! I'm out!

I can't believe I'm out!

So blue!

Whoa-hoh-hoh!

I feel so fast and free!

Box kite!

Wow!

Whoa-hoh-hoh-hoh!

Flowers!

This is Blue Leader. 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.

MACHINE WHIRRS

Oh, that is one nectar collector!

-You 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.

-It's a little bit of magic.

-Wow! That's amazing!

-Why do we do that?

-That's pollen power, kid.

-More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

-Cool!

LAUGHS

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies.

-Don't we need those?

-Copy that visual.

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

-Say again? Are you reporting a moving flower?!

-Affirmative.

This is the coolest! What is it?

-I don't know, but I'm lovin' this colour.

-Ah, it smells good!

-Not like a flower but...I like it.

-Yeah, fuzzy.

-Chemically.

-Careful, guys, it's a little grabby.

-Ugh!

-My sweet lord of bees!

-Hey, candy-brain, get off there!

-Problem!

Ahhh! Guys!

-This could be bad.

-Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

SCREAMS Mama's little boy.

-You are way out of position, rookie!

-SCREAMS

-WHACK

-Coming in at you like a missile!

WHACK Ow!

WHACK

YELLS IN SLOW MOTION

-I don't think these are flowers.

-Should we tell him?

-I think he knows.

-What is this?!

WHACK

Whoa!

Match point! You can start packing up, honey,

because I believe you're about to EAT IT!

-Ahem!

-Huh? Oh!

-SCREAMS

-Aw!

Yowser!

Oh! SCREAMS

SCREAMS

COUGHS

SCREAMS Whoa!

Ow! Ow! PANTS

GASPS Ew, gross!

WHIRRING Whoa!

Oof! Oof!

There's a bee in the car! Arghhh!

ALL SCREAM

-Do something!

-I'm driving!

-Hi, bee.

-He's back here! He's gonna sting me!

SCREAMS

Ahhhh! Ow! Oof!

SNARLS Argh!

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

-He blinked!

-Spray him, Granny!

What are you doing?!

HORNS BLARE

Whoa!

Wow, the tension level out here is unbelievable!

I gotta get home. Whoa!

Oh! Oh!

Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain.

Can't fly... Oh!

COUGHS

SPLAT Whoa! Mayday!

Mayday! Bee going down! Oof!

Argh! Ow!

Ken, could you close the window, please?

Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. See?

Oh, no, more humans! I don't need this.

THUD Ow! What was that?!

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

Oh, drapes! That is diabolical!

It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills,

-even my top-ten favourite movies.

-What's number one? Star Wars?

Nah, I don't go for that, "Pow! Pow! Pow!" kinda stuff.

They're out of their minds.

When I walk out of a job interview, they're flabbergasted.

Oh, there's the sun! Maybe that's a way out!

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

THUD Ow!

I gotta tell ya, I predicted global warming.

I could feel it getting hotter. First, I thought it was just me.

-Wait! Stop! Bee!

-ALL SCREAM

-Kill it!

-Stand back. These are winter boots!

-YELLS

-Wait! Don't kill him!

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

Why does his life have any less value than yours?

Why does his life have any less value than mine?

-Is that your statement?

-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 them but, you know, it's an allergic thing.

-Put that on your resume.

-It's not funny! My face could puff up!

Make it one of your special skills.

You know, knocking someone out is also a special skill.

-Right. Bye, Vanessa.

-Next week? Yogurt night?

-Yeah, sure, Ken. Whatever.

-You could put carob chips on there.

Night. Bye.

SPLOSH Oh!

SIGHS I gotta say something.

She saved my life. I gotta say something.

INHALES All right, here goes.

Er... 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! Come 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! Erm, hi. SHE GASPS

-I'm sorry.

-You're talking.

-Yes, I know, 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, you know, I'm sure this is very disconcerting...

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

Yeah, I am a bee and, er, I'm not supposed to be doing this

but they were all trying to kill me and if it wasn't for you...

I mean, I had to thank you, it's the way I was raised.

Ow!

Ow! That was a little weird.

-I'm talking with a bee.

-Yeah.

-I'm talking to a bee.

-Anyway...

-And the bee is talking to me!

-Erm, I just want you to know

-that I'm grateful. I'm gonna leave now.

-Wait!

-How did you learn to do that?

-What?

-Th-Th-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...

-Can I, er...get you something?

-Like what?

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

Well, er, I don't wanna put you out.

-It takes two minutes.

-Really?

-It's just coffee.

-I hate to impose.

-Don't be ridiculous!

-Actually, I would love a cup.

-Rum cake?

-I shouldn't.

-Have a little.

-No, I can't.

-Oh, come on!

-I'm trying to lose a couple of micrograms.

-Where?!

-These stripes don't help.

-You look great!

You know anything about fashion? SHE LAUGHS

-Are you all right?

-No.

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

So he finally gets there,

he runs up the steps into the church, the wedding is on...

-Yeah?

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

"Why would I marry a watermelon?" LAUGHS

-Oh!

-LAUGHS

Is that, er...a bee joke?

-Yeah, that's the kind of stuff we do.

-Yeah, different.

So, anyway, what are you gonna do, Barry?

About work? I don't know.

I wanna 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.

-Oh.

Anyway, erm, you see, if you look... See, there's my hive, right there.

-You can see it.

-Oh, you're in Sheep Meadow?!

-Yes! You know the Turtle Pond?

-Yes.

-I'm right off of that!

-No way!

-I lost a toe ring there once.

-Really?

-Yes.

-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?

-Oh, yeah! Fine!

-Just having two cups of coffee!

-CHUCKLES

SHE SIGHS

Er...anyway, this has been great.

-Thanks for the coffee.

-No trouble.

-Sorry I couldn't finish it.

If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life.

SHE CHUCKLES

-Erm...can I take a piece of this with me?

-Sure!

-Here, have a crumb.

-Ooh, thanks!

-Yeah.

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

-Or not. Or...

-OK, Barry.

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

-Oh, that? Oh, that was nothing!

-Well, not nothing, but anyway...

-Huh?

-SHE GIGGLES

-SHATTERING

-Argh!

BELL RINGS

-This can't work.

-He's all set to go, we may as well try it.

LOUDSPEAKER: 'OK, Dave, pull the chute.'

Argh!

-Sounds amazing.

-It was. 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 real crazy.

-Do they try and kill you?

-Some of them. But some of them don't.

-How'd you get back?

-Poodle.

-Look, you did it and I'm glad.

You saw whatever you wanted to see, you had your "experience"

and now you can pick out your job

-and everything can be normal.

-Well...

-Well?

-Well, I met someone.

-You met someone?!

Was she Bee-ish? Not a wasp?! Your parents will kill you!

-No, no, no, not a wasp.

-Spider?

-I'm not attracted to spiders.

For everyone else it's hot, with the eight legs and all.

-I can't get by that face.

-So, er, who is she?

-She's, er...human.

-Oh, no, no, no, no, that didn't happen!

-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 talking to human beings

that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s!

-That's one-eighth of a stick of dynamite!

-She saved my life!

-And she understands me.

-This is over!

Eat this. HE GULPS

This is not over!

-What was that?!

-A crumb.

-That was so stingin' stripey!

That's not even what they eat, that just falls off what they eat!

-Do you know what a Cinnabon 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! You have got to start thinking bee! Thinking bee!

-Thinking bee!

-Thinking bee!

ALL CHANT: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

There he is. He's in the pool.

You know what your problem is?

-I gotta start thinking bee?

-How much longer is this going to go on?

It's been three days! Why are you not working?

-I've got a lot of big life decisions I'm thinking about.

-What life?

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

-Urgh.

-Would it kill you to just make a little honey? Come out,

your father's talking to you. Martin, talk to him!

Barry, I'm talking to you!

# Sugar

# Oh, honey, honey

# You are my candy girl

# And you got me wanting you... # SPLAT

BOTH GASP

BOTH LAUGH

-You coming?

-Got everything?

All set!

-You go ahead, I'll catch up.

-Don't be too long.

# ..I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you

# I just can't believe it's true

# I just can't believe the wonder of this feeling too

# I just can't believe... #

Watch this!

# ..Oh, sugar

# Oh, honey, honey... #

BOOM

BOOM Vanessa!

-HE COUGHS

-We are still here, Barry.

Told you not to yell at him! He doesn't respond to yelling!

-Then, why are you yelling at me?!

-You don't listen!

-Ah!

-Sorry, I've gotta go.

-Where?

-Nowhere. I'm meeting a friend.

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

-Bye!

I just hope she's Bee-ish.

So they have a huge parade of just flowers every year in Pasadena?

Oh, 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 actually 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? Isn't that faster?

-Yeah, OK, I see.

-All right, your turn.

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

-What, you don't have that?

-We have Hivo but it's a disease.

-It's a horrible, horrible disease.

-Oh, my!

-Oh, dumb bees!

-You must just wanna...sting all those jerks.

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

So you have to watch your temper.

Oh, yeah, very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk,

write an angry letter and throw it out. You work through it

like any emotion - anger, jealousy...lust.

WHACK

-Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

-Yeah. Phew!

-What is wrong with you?!

-It's a bug.

Well, he's not bothering anybody! Get outta here, you creep!

-What was that, a Pic 'N' Save circular?

-Yeah, it was.

-How did you know?

-It felt like about ten pages. 75 is our limit.

-Boy, you've really got that down to a science.

-We have to.

-I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.

-I'll bet.

-What is this?!

How did this get here?! "Cute 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.

-Why?! You don't have enough food of your own?!

-Well, yes.

-How do you even get it?

-Well, 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 gonna get to the bottom of this!

Grrrr!

Hey, Hector.

-You almost done?

-Almost.

-SQUELCHING

-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!

Ah-ha! I knew I heard something.

-So you can talk!

-Oh, I can talk.

And now you're gonna talk! Where are you getting all the sweet stuff?!

I don't know. I thought we were all friends.

The last thing we want to do is upset any of you BEES! Hah!

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

-You have crossed the wrong sword!

You are about to be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio!

Where's the honey coming from?! BARRY SNARLS

-Tell me where!

-H-Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

HORN BLARES Argh!

SCREAMS

-BARRY GASPS

-Crazy person!

Huh?

Oh!

ARGHHHH!

THUD

Oh, my, what horrible thing has happened here?!

Look at these faces, they never knew what hit them!

-And now they're on the road to nowhere!

-Psst!

-Just keep still!

-What? You're not dead?

Do I look dead?! They will wipe anything that moves.

-Where you headed?

-Honey Farms.

-I am onto something huge here!

-I'm goin' to Alaska.

Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

-I'm going to Tacoma.

-What about you?

-He really is dead.

-All right.

-Uh-oh!

-What is that?!

-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!

-RADIO CHATTER

But don't kill no more bugs!

SCREAMS

-Bee!

-Moose-blood guy!

BARRY SCREAMS

INSECT SCREAMS

THUD

BOTH SCREAM

-You hear something?

-Like what?

-Like tiny screaming.

Turn off the radio.

BOTH GASP

-Ah-ha!

-WAAAAAAH!

SCREAMS

-Hey, whassup, bee boy?!

-Hey, Blood!

-And it was just a row of honey jars as far as the eye could see.

-Wow!

I'm assuming wherever this truck goes that's where they're getting it.

-I mean, that honey's ours.

-Bees hang tight.

-We're all jammed in there. It's a close community.

-Not us.

-Every mosquito on his own.

-Well, what if you get in trouble?

You a mosquito, YOU in trouble. Nobody likes us. They all smackin'.

-Smack, smack!

-At least you're out in the world. You meet a lotta girls?

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

Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. Whoa!

You got to be kiddin' me!

Mooseblood's about to leave the buildin'! So long!

-Hey, guys!

-EXCITED CHATTER

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

MOSQUITOES: Yeah.

TRUCK HORN BEEPS

BRAKES HISS

Then we throw it in some 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!

-MEN LAUGH

Pinhead!

-Hey, check out the new smoker.

-Oh, sweet! That's the one you want.

-The Thomas 3000!

-Smoker?

-90 puffs a minute, semiautomatic.

-Twice the nicotine, all the tar.

-BOTH LAUGH

A couple of breaths of this knocks 'em right out!

BOTH LAUGH

They make the honey and we make the money.

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

BEES COUGH

Oh, my!

-What's going on? Are you OK?

-Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

How did all these bees get here? Do you know you're in a fake hive?

-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!

RUMBLING

What is this?!

Oh, no, there's hundreds of them!

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale!

This is worse than anything the bears have done to us,

-and I intend to do something!

-Oh, Barry, stop!

Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's just a rumour!

-Do these look like rumours?!

-These are obviously doctored photos.

Barry, how did you get mixed up in all 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. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.

-This is what you want to do with your life?

-For all our lives.

Nobody works harder than bees. Dad, I remember

you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring.

-I remember that.

-What right do they have to our hard-earned honey?!

We're livin' on two cups a year, they're puttin' it in lip balm

-for no reason whatsoever!

-But what could one bee do?

-I'm gonna sting them where it hurts!

-In the face?!

-No.

-In the eye? That would really hurt.

-No.

-Up the nose?

There's only one place you can sting the humans.

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

Aaaargh!

ALL CHANT: No more bee beards! No more bee beards!

ROARS

'With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.

'Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi.

'And Jeanette Chung.'

-Good evening, I'm Bob Bumble.

-And I'm Jeanette Chung.

Our top story, Barry Benson is saying he intends to sue the human race

for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally!

Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,

we're gonna have three former queens here in our studio,

discussing their new book, Classy 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 Columbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

Where I'm from, you wouldn't think of suing humans.

-We were thinking stickball or candy stores.

-How old are you?

The entire bee community is supporting you in this case,

-which is certain to be the trial of the bee century.

-Thank you.

-They have a Larry King in the human world, too.

-It's a common name.

-Next week...

-No, he looks like you and has a show with suspenders

-and coloured dots behind him.

-Next week...

Glasses, quotes along the bottom from the guest you're watching.

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

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

Well, in tennis, you attack at the point of weakness!

But it was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.

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.

-What?

-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, cos we're really busy working.

-But it's our yogurt night!

-Oh. Bye-bye.

-Oh!

Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

Oh, you poor thing! You two have been at this for hours!

Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help(!)

-HE SNORES

-Frosting...

How many sugars?

Just one. I try not to use the competition. Ooh!

So, why are you helping me, anyway?

-Bees have good qualities.

-Si. Cierto.

And it feels good to take my mind off the shop.

Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now.

-Yeah, those are great, if you're three!

-And artificial flowers.

-Oh, those just get me psychotic!

-Yeah, me, too!

-The bent stingers, the pointless pollination!

-Oh, bees must hate them!

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

-Well...

maybe this could make up for it.

-This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.

-I guess.

Sure you wanna 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 is anxiously waiting

because, for the first time in history, we're going to 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.

Think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers?

LOUDSPEAKER: 'Everybody needs to stay back behind the barricade.'

Argh!

-HE SHIVERS

-What's the matter?

I don't know, I just got a chill.

GASPING

Well, if it isn't the bee team.

-Any of you boys work on this?

-HE CHUCKLES

Hmph!

All rise! The honourable Judge Bumbleden presiding!

All right, case number 4475. Superior court of New York,

Barry B Benson versus the honey industry is now in session.

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

-A privilege.

-Mr Benson.

You're representing all bees of the world?

BARRY CLEARS THROAT

Bzzz. Bzz bzz bzz bzzzz bzz.

Bz bzzzz bz bzzz bzzz!

I'm kidding! Yes, your honour, we're ready to proceed.

-MR MONTGOMERY SIGHS

-And Mr Montgomery,

your opening statement, please.

-HE CLEARS THROAT

-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,

j-j-just think of what it would mean.

I would have to negotiate with a silk worm

-for the elastic in my breaches!

-JURY GASPS

Talking bee(!) How do we know this isn't some

sort of holographic, motion picture, Hollywood wizardry?

They could be using laser beams!

Robotics, ventriloquism, cloning!

For all we know, he could be on steroids!

JURY MUTTERS

Mr Benson.

BARRY SIGHS

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I'm just an ordinary bee.

And as a bee, honey's pretty important to me, to all bees.

We invented it, we make it and we protect it with our lives.

Unfortunately, there are some people who think

they can take what they want cos we're the little guys.

What I'm hoping, after this is all over,

you'll see how, by taking our honey, you're not only taking away

everything we have, but everything we are!

Oh, I wish he would dress like that all the time. So nice!

-Call your first witness.

-So, Mr Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms.

-Pretty big company you have there.

-I suppose so.

And I see you also own Honeyburton. And Honron!

Yes, they provide bee keepers for our farms.

Bee keeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term.

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

-(Er, 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.

Well...they're loveable creatures.

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

You mean like this.

BEAR ROARS AND PEOPLE SCREAM

Bears kill bees!

How would you like his big hairy head crashing through your living room?

Biting into your couch? Raagh! Raargh!

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 in a band called The Police.

-But you've never been

-a police officer of any kind.

-No, I haven't.

-No, you haven't.

Here we have yet another example of bee culture being casually stolen

-by a human for nothing more than a prance-about-stage name.

-Oh, please!

Have you ever been stung, Mr Sting? I'm feeling a little stung, Sting.

Or should I say, Mr Gordon M Sumner!

-JURY GASPS

-That's not his real name?!

-You idiot!

-Argh!

Mr Liotta, first may I offer my belated congratulations

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

-Thank you, thank you.

-HE LAUGHS

I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome

with a churning inner turmoil, always ready to blow.

I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

Not yet, but is this what it's come to for you, Mr Liotta?

Exploiting tiny helpless bees, so you don't have to rehearse your art

-and learn your lines, sir?

-Watch it! I could blow right now!

This isn't a good fella, this is a bad fella!

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

-Order in this court!

-You're all thinking it!

-THEY GASP

-Order! Mr Liotta, please sit down!

It was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that.

I'm telling you I think the jury's on our side.

-Are we doing everything right, legally?

-I'm a florist.

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

-To a great team!

-BOTH GIGGLE

-Well, hello.

-Oh! Ken.

-Hello!

-Er, I didn't think you were coming.

I was just late. I tried to call but...the battery.

I didn't want this to go to waste, so I called Barry.

-Luckily he was free.

-Yeah.

Oh, that was lucky(!)

There's still 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, I find the ball a little grabby.

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

-BARRY GULPS

-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 right job.

-We certainly 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. Oh.

Ken? I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz.

-I hope that was all right?

-Argh!

HE BURPS I'm gonna go drain the old stinger.

Yeah, you do that.

-Argh! Oh!

-Oh, look at that.

HE WHISTLES

HE GROANS

CONTINUES TO WHISTLE

You know... you know I've just about had it...

LOWERS VOICE: ..with your little mind games.

-What's that?

-Italian Vogue.

-Mama mia! That's a lot of pages.

-It's a lot of ads.

Remember, "Why is your life more valuable than mine?"

That's funny, I just can't seem to recall that!

HE GROANS

Water bug! Not taking sides!

Look at me, I'm wearing a ChapStick hat. This is pathetic.

I've got issues!

BARRY GROANS

VOICE ECHOES: Well, well, well. A royal flush!

-You're bluffing.

-Am I?

HE WAILS

HE LAUGHS

-Surf's up, dude!

-Eurgh, poo water!

Whoo! Ha-ha!

Whoooo! That bowl is gnarly!

Except for those dirty yellow rings!

Kenneth! What are you doing?!

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 rollercoaster.

-Goodbye, Ken.

-Oh!

-Ugh!

-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.

Are you gonna be OK for the trial tomorrow?

I believe Mr Montgomery is about out of ideas.

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

That's a good idea. You can see why he's one of the best lawyers...

Er... Yeah.

You've gotta weave some magic or it's going to be all over.

Oh, don't worry, Mr Gamble.

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 ask you what I think we'd all like to know.

What exactly is your relationship to that woman?

SHE GASPS

We're friends.

-Good friends?

-Yes.

-How good?

-Do you...live together?

-W-Wait a minute.

Are you her little, ahem, bed bug?

-That's not the kind...

-I've seen a bee documentary or too.

Doesn't your Queen give birth to all the bee children in the house?

-Yeah, but...

-So those aren't even your real parents!

-Oh, Barry...

-Yes they are!

-Hold me back!

-You're an illegitimate bee, Benson.

-He's denouncing bees!

And don't y'all date your cousins?

-Objection!

-I'm gonna pin-cushion this guy!

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

Argh!

Oooooh! 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 'em like equals. They're striped savages!

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

-Adam, stay with me.

-I-I can't feel my legs.

Ohhhhh! An angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison

-from my heaving buttocks.

-JURY GASPS

I will have order in my court! Order! Order, please!

'The case of the honey bees versus the human race took a turn...'

Thank you.

'..when one of the legal team stung Mr Montgomery.

'Now, here's Don with the ball game.'

HE SIGHS

-Hey, buddy.

-Hey.

-Is there much pain?

-Yeah.

I, er... I blew the whole case, didn't I?

It doesn't matter. The important thing is you're alive.

-You could have died.

-I'd be better off dead.

Look at me! They got it from the cafeteria.

They got it from 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 was all...

all adrenaline and, and...ecstasy!

-Hmm. All right.

-D'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.

-What d'you think the humans will 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.

-HE COUGHS

-Say, could 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!

-Adam, that's it! That's our case!

-It is? It's not over?

No, get up! I've got to go somewhere.

You get back to the court and stall any way you can.

And, assuming you've done step 29 correctly, you're ready for the tub.

JURY MUTTERS

-Mr Flayman.

-Yes, yes, your honour!

-Where is the rest of your team?

-Er...well, i-it's interesting.

You know bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

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

-I once heard a pretty funny story...

-Your honour, haven't these bugs

taken up enough of this court's valuable time?

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

They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges

against my clients, who all run perfectly legitimate businesses.

I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case.

Mr Flayman, 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's the evidence?

Show me the smoking gun!

Hold it, your honour! 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.

Oh...

Members of the jury, 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 these 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!

CHEERING

ALL: Free the bees! Free the bees!

ALL: Free the bees! Free the bees!

The court finds in favour of the bees!

CHEERING Vanessa, we won!

Yay! I knew you could do it! High five!

-Ow!

-Oh, sorry.

-I'm OK!

Do you know what this means? All the honey is finally going

to belong to the bees. We won't have to work so hard!

MR MONTGOMERY GRUNTS

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

You'll regret this.

Barry! How much honey do you think is out there?

-All right, one at a time.

-Barry, who are you wearing?

My sweater's 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.

Congratulations. What will you demand as a settlement?

First we're going to demand a shutdown of all bee work camps.

Then we want to get back all the honey that was ours to begin with.

We demand an end to the glorification of the bear

as anything more than a filthy, bad-breathed stink machine.

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

Wait for my signal.

TRIGGER ARMS Take him out.

-Eek!

-He'll have a little nausea for a few hours then he'll be fine.

We will no longer tolerate bee-negative nick names...

It's a prance-about-stage name!

..unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products,

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

Ugh! Can't breathe!

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right there!

Mr Buzzwell! We just passed three cups, there's gallons more coming!

-I think we need to shut down!

-Shut down?! We never shut down.

Shut down honey production! Stop making honey!

Turn your key, sir.

What do we do now?

Cannonball! Woo!

Ah...

BEES CHEER

We're shutting down honey production. Mission abort.

Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base.

(DING!)

-You wouldn't believe how much honey was out there.

-Oh, yeah?

What's going on around here? Where is everybody?

-Are they out celebrating?

-No, they're home. They don't know what to do.

I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way to San Antonio for the cricket.

At least we got our honey back.

Sometimes I think, "So what if the humans like our honey?" Who wouldn't?

It's the greatest thing in the world.

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. Honey really changes people.

You don't have any idea what's going on.

-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 who's fault do you think that is?

-Mmm...

-I'm going to guess bees?

-Bees?

Specifically me. I didn't think that bees not needing to make honey

would affect all these other things.

It's not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables - they all need bees.

That's a whole SAT test right there.

So, you take away the produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom

-and then, of course...

-The human species?

-A-hem.

-Oh...

So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here.

And I know this is also partly my fault.

BARRY SIGHS

How about a suicide pact?

-How do we do it?

-I'll sting you, you step on me.

-That just kills you twice.

-Hmm...

Listen, Barry, I'm sorry, but I've got to get going.

Had to open my mouth and talk.

DOOR SHUTS Vanessa?

Vanessa, why are you leaving? Where are you going?

To the final Tournament Of Roses 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.

I just want to 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 KNOCKS

-Barry?

-Roses are flowers!

-Yes, they are!

-Flowers! Bees! Pollen!

-I know!

-That's why this is the last parade.

-Maybe not!

Could you ask him to slow down!

Could you slow down?

BRAKES SQUEAL

-Ow!

-Barry!

I made a huge mistake. This is a disaster, it's all my fault.

-Yes, it kind of is.

-I wanted to help with your flower shop -

-instead I've made it worse.

-Actually, it's closed down!

I thought you were remodelling. But I have another idea,

it's greater than all my previous great ideas combined.

-I don't want to hear it.

-Oh!

Here's what I'm thinking. They have the roses, the roses have the pollen.

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

We've got to get what they've got back here with what we've got.

-Bees.

-Park.

-Pollen.

-Flowers.

-Re-pollination!

-Across the nation!

'All right, Tournament Of Roses, Pasadena, California.

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

-'Security will be tight.

-I have an idea.'

Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. Oh, it's real.

-Sorry, Ma'am. That's a nice brooch.

-Thank you, it was a gift.

'Then, once we're inside, we just pick the right float.'

The Princess and the Pea! I could be the princess and you -

-Yes, I think I got it.

-..could be the pea!

-Sorry I'm late.

-What are you?!

-I believe I'm the pea.

-It's supposed to be under the mattresses.

-Not in this fairytale.

-I'm going to talk to the marshal.

You do that. This whole parade is a fiasco! SHE SCREAMS

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.

'And once we're at the airport there's no stopping us.'

-Stop! Did you pack your own float?

-Yes.

-Has it been in your possession the entire time?

-Yes.

Would you remove everything in your pockets? And your stinger?

-That's part of me.

-I know, just having some fun. Enjoy your flight!

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

Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen!

-I think this is going to work!

-It's GOT to work.

'Attention passengers, this is the Captain.

'We have bad weather in the New York area.'

Looks like we'll be experiencing a delay.

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

-I've got to get up there and talk to these guys.

-Be careful.

(KNOCKING) Can I get some help with the Sky Mall magazine?

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

-Captain, I'm in a situation here.

-What'd you say?

-I didn't say anything.

-Argh! A bee!

No! Don't freak out! There's a chance my entire species...

BARRY SCREAMS

-Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!

-Who's an attorney?

-Don't move!

-Agh!

Oh, Barry...

'Good afternoon, passengers, this is your Captain speaking.

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

'And please HURRY!'

What happened here?!

I tried to talk to them but there was a Dustbuster, a toupee, a life raft!

One's bald, one's in a boat, they're 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 co-pilot.

Not good. is there anyone on board who has flight experience?

-Actually, there is.

-Who's that?

-Barry Benson.

-From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

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?!

LIGHTNING ZAPS We're heading into some lightning!

TV: 'We have some late-breaking news from JFK airport

'where a very suspenseful scene is developing.

-'Barry Benson, fresh off his stunning legal victory...'

-That's Barry!

'..is now attempting to land a plane

'loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew.'

-ALL:

-Flowers?!

We have an electrical storm in the area and two individuals

at the controls of a jumbo jet with no flight experience!

There's a honey bee on that plane.

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

-Haven't they done enough damage already?

-Isn't he your only hope?

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

-'The wings are too small, the body's too big.'

-Hold on.

Haven't we heard this? The wings and the body mass don't make sense.

-Get this on the air!

-You got it.

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.

Let me tell you about a small job -

if you do it really well, it makes a big difference.

More than we realise. To us, to everyone.

'I want to get bees back to doing what we do best -

'working together! That's the bee way.

'We're not made of Jello, we get behind a fellow, black and yellow!'

-ALL:

-Yellow!