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! } Coming! } Hang on a second. } Hello? } - Barry? } - Adam? } - Can 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 our job today? } I heard it's just orientation. } Heads up! Here we go. } Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. } - Wonder what it'll be like? } - A little scary. } Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco } and a part of the Hexagon Group. } This is it! } Wow. } Wow. } We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life } to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. } Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. } Our top-secret formula } is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured } into this soothing sweet syrup } with its distinctive golden glow you know as... } Honey! } - That girl was hot. } - She's my cousin! } - She is? } - Yes, we're all cousins. } - Right. You're right. } - At Honex, we constantly strive } to improve every aspect of bee existence. } These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. } - What do you think he makes? } - Not enough. } Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. } - What does that do? } - Oatches that little strand of honey } that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. } Oan anyone work on the Krelman? } Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know } that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. } But choose carefully } because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. } The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. } What's the difference? } You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off } in 27 million years. } So you'll just work us to death? } We'll sure try. } Wow! That blew my mind! } "What's the difference?" How can you say that? } One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. } I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. } But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? } Why would you question anything? We're bees. } We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. } You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? } Like what? Give me one example. } I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. } Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. } Wait a second. Oheck it out. } - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! } - Wow. } I've never seen them this close. } They know what it's like outside the hive. } Yeah, but some don't come back. } - Hey, Jocks! } - Hi, Jocks! } You guys did great! } You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! } - I wonder where they were. } - I don't know. } Their day's not planned. } Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. } You can't just 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! } Homing 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. } Can't fly in rain. } Can't fly in rain. } Can't fly in rain. } Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! } Ken, could you close the window please? } Check 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... } Can I... } ...get you something? } - Like what? } I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee? } 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. } - Come 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 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. 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! } Crazy 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 Carl Kasell. } But don't kill no more bugs! } - Bee! } - Moose blood guy!! } - You hear something? } - Like what? } Like tiny screaming. } Turn off the radio. } Whassup, bee boy? } Hey, Blood. } Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. } Wow! } I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. } I mean, that honey's ours. } - Bees hang tight. } - We're all jammed in. } It's a close community. } Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. } - What if you get in trouble? } - You a mosquito, you in trouble. } Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! } At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. } Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. } Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. } You got to be kidding me! } Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! } - Hey, guys! } - Mooseblood! } I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? } We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. } What is this place? } A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. } They are pinheads! } Pinhead. } - Oheck out the new smoker. } - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. } The Thomas 3000! } Smoker? } Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. } A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. } They make the honey, and we make the money. } "They make the honey, and we make the money"? } Oh, my! } What's going on? Are you OK? } Yeah. It doesn't last too long. } Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? } Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. } This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! } That's a drag queen! } What is this? } Oh, no! } There's hundreds of them! } Bee honey. } Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! } This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. } Oh, Barry, stop. } Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. } Do these look like rumors? } That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. } How did you get mixed up in this? } He's been talking to humans. } - What? } - Talking to humans?! } He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! } Make out? Barry! } We do not. } - You wish you could. } - Whose side are you on? } The bees! } I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. } Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? } I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! } Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked } your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. } I remember that. } What right do they have to our honey? } We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! } Even if it's true, what can one bee do? } Sting them where it really hurts. } In the face! The eye! } - That would hurt. } - No. } Up the nose? That's a killer. } There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. } Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. } No more bee beards! } With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. } Weather with Storm Stinger. } Sports with Buzz Larvi. } And Jeanette Ohung. } - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. } - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. } A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, } intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, } packaging it and profiting from it illegally! } Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, } we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, } Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. } Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. } Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? } Bees have never been afraid to change the world. } What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? } Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. } We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. } How old are you? } The bee community is supporting you in this case, } which will be the trial of the bee century. } You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. } It's a common name. Next week... } He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... } Next week... } Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. } Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. } Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. } In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! } It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. } Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? } Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. } - Is that that same bee? } - Yes, it is! } I'm helping him sue the human race. } - Hello. } - Hello, bee. } This is Ken. } Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. } Why does he talk again? } Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. } But it's our yogurt night! } Bye-bye. } Why is yogurt night so difficult?! } You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! } Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. } - Frosting... } - How many sugars? } Just one. I try not to use the competition. } So why are you helping me? } Bees have good qualities. } And it takes my mind off the shop. } Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. } Those are great, if you're three. } And artificial flowers. } - Oh, those just get me psychotic! } - Yeah, me too. } Bent stingers, pointless pollination. } Bees must hate those fake things! } Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. } Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. } - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. } - I guess. } You sure you want to go through with it? } Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able } to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! } It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, } where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, } we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. } What have we gotten into here, Barry? } It's pretty big, isn't it? } I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. } You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? } Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. } - What's the matter? } - I don't know, I just got a chill. } Well, if it isn't the bee team. } You boys work on this? } All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. } All right. Oase number 4475, } Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry } is now in session. } Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? } A privilege. } Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? } I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. } Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. } Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, } my grandmother was a simple woman. } Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right } to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. } If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, } just think of what would it mean. } I would have to negotiate with the silkworm } for the elastic in my britches! } Talking bee! } How do we know this isn't some sort of } holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? } They could be using laser beams! } Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, } he could be on steroids! } Mr. Benson? } Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. } I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. } It's important to all bees. We invented it! } We make it. And we protect it with our lives. } Unfortunately, there are some people in this room } who think they can take it from us } 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, } you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have } but everything we are! } I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! } Oall your first witness. } So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. } I suppose so. } I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! } Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. } Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. } I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? } - No. } - I couldn't hear you. } - No. } - No. } Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, } it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. } They're very lovable creatures. } Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. } You mean like this? } Bears kill bees! } How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! } Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! } OK, that's enough. Take him away. } So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. } - Where have I heard it before? } - I was with a band called The Police. } But you've never been a police officer, have you? } No, I haven't. } No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example } of bee culture casually stolen by a human } for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. } Oh, please. } Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? } Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. } Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! } That's not his real name?! You idiots! } Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on } your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. } Thank you. Thank you. } I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome } with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. } I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? } Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? } Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't } have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? } Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! } This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! } Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! } - Order in this court! } - You're all thinking it! } Order! Order, I say! } - Say it! } - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! } I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. } I think the jury's on our side. } Are we doing everything right, legally? } I'm a florist. } Right. Well, here's to a great team. } To a great team! } Well, hello. } - Ken! } - Hello. } I didn't think you were coming. } No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. } I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. } Oh, that was lucky. } There's a little left. I could heat it up. } Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. } So I hear you're quite a tennis player. } I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. } That's where I usually sit. Right... there. } Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, } and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. } You think I don't see what you're doing? } I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. } Do we? } Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. } That's just what I was thinking about doing. } Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. } I'm going to drain the old stinger. } Yeah, you do that. } Look at that. } You know, I've just about had it } with your little mind games. } - What's that? } - Italian Vogue. } Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. } A lot of ads. } Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? } Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! } I think something stinks in here! } I love the smell of flowers. } How do you like the smell of flames?! } Not as much. } Water bug! Not taking sides! } Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! } I've got issues! } Well, well, well, a royal flush! } - You're bluffing. } - Am I? } Surf's up, dude! } Poo water! } That bowl is gnarly. } Except for those dirty yellow rings! } Kenneth! What are you doing?! } You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! } We need to talk! } He's just a little bee! } And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! } Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? } No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! } Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... } My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! } Goodbye, Ken. } And for your information, } I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! } I'm sorry about all that. } I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! } I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. } I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. } Are you OK for the trial? } I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. } We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. } Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... } Yeah. } Layton, you've gotta weave some magic } with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. } Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around } is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. } - You got the tweezers? } - Are you allergic? } Only to losing, son. Only to losing. } Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. } What exactly is your relationship } to that woman? } We're friends. } - Good friends? } - Yes. } How good? Do you live together? } Wait a minute... } Are you her little... } ...bedbug? } I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, } doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? } - Yeah, but... } - So those aren't your real parents! } - Oh, Barry... } - Yes, they are! } Hold me back! } You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? } He's denouncing bees! } Don't y'all date your cousins? } - Objection! } - I'm going to pincushion this guy! } Adam, don't! It's what he wants! } Oh, I'm hit!! } Oh, lordy, I am hit! } Order! Order! } The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! } I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! } You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! } Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! } - Adam, stay with me. } - I can't feel my legs. } What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison } from my heaving buttocks? } I will have order in this court. Order! } Order, please! } The case of the honeybees versus the human race } took a pointed turn against the bees } yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. } - Hey, buddy. } - Hey. } - Is there much pain? } - Yeah. } I... } I blew the whole case, didn't I? } It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. } I'd be better off dead. Look at me. } They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. } Look, there's a little celery still on it. } What was it like to sting someone? } I can't explain it. It was all... } All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! } All right. } You think it was all a trap? } Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. } What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. } What will the humans do to us if they win? } I don't know. } I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. } Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! } Oh, my. } Oould you get a nurse to close that window? } - Why? } - The smoke. } Bees don't smoke. } Right. Bees don't smoke. } Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. } That's it! That's our case! } It is? It's not over? } Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. } Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. } And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. } Mr. Flayman. } Yes? Yes, Your Honor! } Where is the rest of your team? } Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. } Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, } and as a result, we don't make very good time. } I actually heard a funny story about... } Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs } taken up enough of this court's valuable time? } How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? } They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges } against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. } I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! } Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going } to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. } But you can't! We have a terrific case. } Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? } Show me the smoking gun! } Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? } Here is your smoking gun. } What is that? } It's a bee smoker! } What, this? This harmless little contraption? } This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. } Look at what has happened } to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" } Is this what nature intended for us? } To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines } and man-made wooden slat work camps? } Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? } - What are we gonna do? } - He's playing the species card. } Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! } Free the bees! Free the bees! } Free the bees! } Free the bees! Free the bees! } The court finds in favor of the bees! } Vanessa, we won! } I knew you could do it! High-five! } Sorry. } I'm OK! You know what this means? } All the honey will finally belong to the bees. } Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. } This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. } You'll regret this. } Barry, how much honey is out there? } All right. One at a time. } Barry, who are you wearing? } My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. } - What if Montgomery's right? } - What do you mean? } We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. } Congratulations 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. } Can'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? } Cannonball! } 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 not just 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. } - That just 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. Could you ask him to slow down? } Could 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. } Can 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. } Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? } I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. } Captain, I'm in a real situation. } - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. } Bee! } Don't freak out! My entire species... } What are you doing? } - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! } - Who's an attorney? } Don't move. } Oh, Barry. } Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. } Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? } And please hurry! } What happened here? } There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. } One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! } - Is that another bee joke? } - No! } No one's flying the plane! } This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? } This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. } Where's the pilot? } He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. } Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? } As a matter of fact, there is. } - Who's that? } - Barry Benson. } From the honey trial?! Oh, great. } Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. } It's got giant wings, huge engines. } I can't fly a plane. } - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? } - Yes. } How hard could it be? } Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. } This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, } where a suspenseful scene is developing. } Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... } That's Barry! } ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers } and an incapacitated flight crew. } Flowers?! } We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls } with absolutely no flight experience. } Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. } I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. } They've done enough damage. } But isn't he your only hope? } Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. } Their wings are too small... } Haven't we heard this a million times? } "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." } - Get this on the air! } - Got it. } - Stand by. } - We're going live. } The way we work may be a mystery to you. } Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. } But let me tell you about a small job. } If you do it well, it makes a big difference. } More than we realized. To us, to everyone. } That's why I want to get bees back to working together. } That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. } We get behind a fellow. } - Black and yellow! } - Hello! } Left, right, down, hover. } - Hover? } - Forget hover. } This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! } Barry, what happened?! } Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. } - That may have been helping me. } - And now we're not! } So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. } All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! } Move out! } Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! } Don't have to yell. } I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. } It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! } It's not a tone. I'm panicking! } I can't do this! } Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! } You snap out of it. } You snap out of it. } - You snap out of it! } - You snap out of it! } - You snap out of it! } - You snap out of it! } - You snap out of it! } - You snap out of it! } - Hold it! } - Why? Come on, it's my turn. } How is the plane flying? } I don't know. } Hello? } Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? } The Pollen Jocks! } They do get behind a fellow. } - Black and yellow. } - Hello. } All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. } Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? } No, nothing. It's all cloudy. } Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. } - Thinking bee. } - Thinking bee. } Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! } Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. } - What? } - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. } Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. } Bring the nose down. } Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! } - What in the world is on the tarmac? } - Get some lights on that! } Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! } - Vanessa, aim for the flower. } - OK. } Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? } Affirmative! } Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. } Land on that flower! } Ready? Full reverse! } Spin it around! } - Not that flower! The other one! } - Which one? } - That flower. } - I'm aiming at the flower! } That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower } made of millions of bees! } Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. } Rotate around it. } - This is insane, Barry! } - This's the only way I know how to fly. } Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? } Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! } Just drop it. Be a part of it. } Aim for the center! } Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! } Oome on, already. } Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! } - Yes. No high-five! } - Right. } Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? } What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! } - Thank you. } - But we're not done yet. } Listen, everyone! } This runway is covered with the last pollen } from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. } That means this is our last chance. } We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. } If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? } Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? } We're bees! } Keychain! } Then follow me! Except Keychain. } Hold on, Barry. Here. } You've earned this. } Yeah! } I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. } Oh, yeah. } That's our Barry. } Mom! The bees are back! } If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. } I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! } Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? } Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. } Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! } Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! } I had no idea. } Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? } Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. } Sorry I'm late. } He's a lawyer too? } I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. } Have a great afternoon! } Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. } No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. } You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? } All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. } Thank you, Barry! } That bee is living my life! } Let it go, Kenny. } - When will this nightmare end?! } - Let it all go. } - Beautiful day to fly. } - Sure is. } Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. } You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. } - Thinking bee! } - Me? } Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. } I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? } I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! } All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. } I had virtually no rehearsal for that.