I Am The Next Gen SpicyTuna

DubiousLittleTyp0 · December 17, 2024, 8:47pm

May as well finish it up

Bees hang tight.
BARRY:
We’re all jammed in.
:
It’s a close community.
MOOSEBLOOD:
Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.
BARRY:
What if you get in trouble?
MOOSEBLOOD:
You a mosquito, you in trouble.
:
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
BARRY:
At least you’re out in the world.
You must meet girls.
MOOSEBLOOD:
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.
:
Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito.
(An ambulance passes by and it has a blood donation sign on it)
You got to be kidding me!
:
Mooseblood’s about to leave
the building! So long, bee!
(Mooseblood leaves and flies onto the window of the ambulance where there
are other mosquito’s hanging out)
:
Hey, guys!
OTHER MOSQUITO:
Mooseblood!

MOOSEBLOOD:
I knew I’d catch y’all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?
(The truck goes out of view and Barry notices that the truck he’s on is
pulling into a camp of some sort)
TRUCK DRIVER:
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it’s pretty much pure profit.
(Barry flies out)
BARRY:
What is this place?
BEEKEEPER 1#:
A bee’s got a brain
the size of a pinhead.
BEEKEEPER #2:
They are pinheads!
:
Pinhead.
:

Check out the new smoker.
BEEKEEPER #1:
Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want.
:
The Thomas 3000!
BARRY:
Smoker?
BEEKEEPER #1:
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
:
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.

BEEKEEPER #2:
They make the honey,
and we make the money.
BARRY:
“They make the honey,
and we make the money”?
(The Beekeeper sprays hundreds of cheap miniature apartments with the
smoker. The bees are fainting or passing out)
Oh, my!
:
What’s going on? Are you OK?
(Barry flies into one of the apartment and helps a Bee couple get off the
ground. They are coughing and its hard for them to stand)
BEE IN APARTMENT:
Yeah. It doesn’t last too long.
BARRY:
Do you know you’re
in a fake hive with fake walls?
BEE IN APPARTMENT:
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.
(The apartment room is completely empty except for a photo on the wall of
the “queen” who is obviously a man in women’s clothes)
BARRY:
This is your queen?
That’s a man in women’s clothes!
:
That’s a drag queen!
:
What is this?
(Barry flies out and he discovers that there are hundreds of these
structures, each housing thousands of Bees)
Oh, no!
:
There’s hundreds of them!
(Barry takes out his camera and takes pictures of these Bee work camps. The
beekeepers look very evil in these depictions)

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.
(Flash forward in time and Barry is showing these pictures to his parents)
JANET:
Oh, Barry, stop.
MARTIN:
Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That’s a rumor.
BARRY:
Do these look like rumors?
(Holds up the pictures)
UNCLE CARL:
That’s a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.
JANET:
How did you get mixed up in this?
ADAM:
He’s been talking to humans.
JANET:

What?
MARTIN:
Talking to humans?!
ADAM:
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!
JANET:
Make out? Barry!

BARRY:
We do not.
ADAM:

You wish you could.
MARTIN:
Whose side are you on?
BARRY:
The bees!
UNCLE CARL:
(He has been sitting in the back of the room this entire time)
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
JANET:
Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?
BARRY:
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.
JANET:
I remember that.
BARRY:
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!

ADAM:
Even if it’s true, what can one bee do?
BARRY:
Sting them where it really hurts.
MARTIN:
In the face! The eye!
:

That would hurt.
BARRY:
No.
MARTIN:
Up the nose? That’s a killer.
BARRY:
There’s only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.
(Flash forward a bit in time and we are watching the Bee News)
BEE NEWS NARRATOR:
Hive at Five, the hive’s only
full-hour action news source.
BEE PROTESTOR:
No more bee beards!
BEE NEWS NARRATOR:
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
:
Weather with Storm Stinger.
:
Sports with Buzz Larvi.
:
And Jeanette Chung.
BOB BUMBLE:
Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble.
JEANETTE CHUNG:
And I’m Jeanette Chung.
BOB BUMBLE:
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
:
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,
:
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!
JEANETTE CHUNG:
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
:
we’ll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,
:
Classy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.
(The scene changes to an interview on the news with Bee version of Larry
King and Barry)
BEE LARRY KING:
Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson.
:
Did you ever think, “I’m a kid
from the hive. I can’t do this”?
BARRY:
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.
:
What about Bee Columbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
BEE LARRY KING:
Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans.

:
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.
BARRY:
How old are you?
BEE LARRY KING:
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,
:
which will be the trial
of the bee century.
BARRY:
You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.
BEE LARRY KING:
It’s a common name. Next week…
BARRY:
He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots…
BEE LARRY KING:
Next week…
BARRY:
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard 'em.
BEE LARRY KING:
Bear Week next week!
They’re scary, hairy and here, live.
(Bee Larry King gets annoyed and flies away offscreen)
BARRY:
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
(Flash forward in time. We see Vanessa enter and Ken enters behind her.
They are arguing)

KEN:
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!
VANESSA:
It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81.
KEN==
Honey, her backhand’s a joke!
I’m not gonna take advantage of that?
BARRY:
(To Ken)
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.
KEN:
(Pointing at Barry)

Is that that same bee?
VANESSA:
Yes, it is!
:
I’m helping him sue the human race.
BARRY:
Hello.
KEN:
Hello, bee.
VANESSA:
This is Ken.
BARRY:
(Recalling the “Winter Boots” incident earlier)
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
KEN:
(To Vanessa)
Why does he talk again?
VANESSA:

Listen, you better go
'cause we’re really busy working.
KEN:
But it’s our yogurt night!
VANESSA:
(Holding door open for Ken)
Bye-bye.
KEN:
(Yelling)
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
(Ken leaves and Vanessa walks over to Barry. His workplace is a mess)
VANESSA:
You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!
BARRY:
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.
ADAM:

Frosting…
How many sugars?
==BARRY==
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.
:
So why are you helping me?
VANESSA:
Bees have good qualities.
:
And it takes my mind off the shop.
:
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.
BARRY:

Those are great, if you’re three.
VANESSA:
And artificial flowers.
BARRY:

Oh, those just get me psychotic!
VANESSA:
Yeah, me too.
:
BARRY:
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
ADAM:
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.
VANESSA:
This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal.
BARRY:
I guess.
ADAM:
You sure you want to go through with it?
BARRY:
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!
(Flash forward in time and we are watching the human news. The camera shows

a crowd outside a courthouse)
NEWS REPORTER:
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.
(We are no longer watching through a news camera)
ADAM:
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
BARRY:
It’s pretty big, isn’t it?
ADAM==
(Looking at the hundreds of people around the courthouse)
I can’t believe how many humans
don’t work during the day.
BARRY:
You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?
SECURITY GUARD:
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.
(A limousine drives up and a fat man,Layton Montgomery, a honey industry
owner gets out and walks past Barry)
ADAM:

What’s the matter?
BARRY:
I don’t know, I just got a chill.
(Fast forward in time and everyone is in the court)
MONTGOMERY:
Well, if it isn’t the bee team.

(To Honey Industry lawyers)
You boys work on this?
MAN:
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
All right. Case number 4475,
:
Superior Court of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
:
is now in session.
:
Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing
the five food companies collectively?
MONTGOMERY:
A privilege.
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Benson… you’re representing
all the bees of the world?
(Everyone looks closely, they are waiting to see if a Bee can really talk)
(Barry makes several buzzing sounds to sound like a Bee)
BARRY:
I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we’re ready to proceed.
JUDGE BUMBLBETON:
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.
MONTGOMERY:
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!
(Montgomery walks over and looks closely at Barry)
:
How do we know this isn’t some sort of
:
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?
:
They could be using laser beams!
:
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Cloning! For all we know,
:
he could be on steroids!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Benson?

BARRY:
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!
JANET==
(To Martin)
I wish he’d dress like that
all the time. So nice!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Call your first witness.
BARRY:
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden

of Honey Farms, big company you have.
KLAUSS VANDERHAYDEN:
I suppose so.
BARRY:
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!
KLAUSS:
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.
BARRY:
Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.
:
I don’t imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?
KLAUSS:
(Quietly)

No.
BARRY:
I couldn’t hear you.
KLAUSS:
No.
BARRY:
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.
KLAUSS:
They’re very lovable creatures.

:
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
BARRY:
You mean like this?
(The bear from Over The Hedge barges in through the back door and it is
roaring and standing on its hind legs. It is thrashing its claws and people
are screaming. It is being held back by a guard who has the bear on a
chain)
:
(Pointing to the roaring bear)
Bears kill bees!

DubiousLittleTyp0 · December 17, 2024, 8:48pm

How's your day been?

:
How’d you like his head crashing
through your living room?!
:
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
OK, that’s enough. Take him away.
(The bear stops roaring and thrashing and walks out)
BARRY:
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.
:

Where have I heard it before?
MR. STING:
I was with a band called The Police.
BARRY:
But you’ve never been
a police officer, have you?
STING:
No, I haven’t.
BARRY:

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.
STING:
Oh, please.
BARRY:
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
:
Because I’m feeling
a little stung, Sting.
:
Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
MONTGOMERY:
That’s not his real name?! You idiots!
BARRY:
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on
:
your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.
RAY LIOTTA:
Thank you. Thank you.
BARRY:
I see from your resume
that you’re devilishly handsome
:
with a churning inner turmoil

that’s ready to blow.
RAY LIOTTA:
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
BARRY:
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?
RAY LIOTTA:
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!
BARRY:
This isn’t a goodfella.
This is a badfella!
(Ray Liotta looses it and tries to grab Barry)
RAY LIOTTA:
Why doesn’t someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:

Order in this court!
RAY LIOTTA:
You’re all thinking it!
(Judge Bumbleton starts banging her gavel)
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Order! Order, I say!
RAY LIOTTA:
Say it!
MAN:
Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
(We see a montage of magazines which feature the court case)
(Flash forward in time and Barry is back home with Vanessa)
BARRY:
I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.
VANESSA:
I think the jury’s on our side.
BARRY:
Are we doing everything right,you know, legally?
VANESSA:
I’m a florist.
BARRY:
Right. Well, here’s to a great team.
VANESSA:
To a great team!
(Ken walks in from work. He sees Barry and he looks upset when he sees
Barry clinking his glass with Vanessa)
KEN:
Well, hello.
VANESSA:
Oh, Ken!
BARRY:
Hello!
VANESSA:
I didn’t think you were coming.
:
No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but…
(Ken holds up his phone and flips it open. The phone has no charge)
…the battery…
VANESSA:

I didn’t want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
KEN:
Oh, that was lucky.
(Ken sits down at the table across from Barry and Vanessa leaves the room)
VANESSA:
There’s a little left.
I could heat it up.
KEN:
(Not taking his eyes off Barry)
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
BARRY:
So I hear you’re quite a tennis player.
:
I’m not much for the game myself.
The ball’s a little grabby.
KEN:
That’s where I usually sit.
Right…
(Points to where Barry is sitting)
there.
VANESSA:
(Calling from other room)
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
:
and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn’t really a special skill.
KEN:
(To Barry)
You think I don’t see what you’re doing?
BARRY:
I know how hard it is to find
the right job. We have that in common.

KEN:
Do we?
BARRY:
Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
KEN:
(Menacingly)
That’s just what
I was thinking about doing.
(Ken reaches for a fork on the table but knocks if on the floor. He goes to
pick it up)
VANESSA:
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
(Ken quickly rises back up after hearing this but hits his head on the
table and yells)
BARRY:
I’m going to drain the old stinger.
KEN:
Yeah, you do that.
(Barry flies past Ken to get to the bathroom and Ken freaks out, splashing
some of the wine he was using to cool his head in his eyes. He yells in
anger)
(Barry looks at the magazines featuring his victories in court)
BARRY:
Look at that.
(Barry flies into the bathroom)
(He puts his hand on his head but this makes hurts him and makes him even
madder. He yells again)
(Barry is washing his hands in the sink but then Ken walks in)
KEN:
You know, you know I’ve just about had it
(Closes bathroom door behind him)
with your little mind games.
(Ken is menacingly rolling up a magazine)
BARRY:

(Backing away)

What’s that?
KEN:
Italian Vogue.
BARRY:
Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages.
KEN:
It’s a lot of ads.
BARRY:
Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?
KEN:
That’s funny, I just can’t seem to recall that!
(Ken smashes everything off the sink with the magazine and Barry narrowly
escapes)
(Ken follows Barry around and tries to hit him with the magazine but he
keeps missing)
(Ken gets a spray bottle)
:
I think something stinks in here!
BARRY:
(Enjoying the spray)
I love the smell of flowers.
(Ken holds a lighter in front of the spray bottle)
KEN:
How do you like the smell of flames?!
BARRY:
Not as much.
(Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the
bathroom. He torches the whole room but looses his footing and falls into
the bathtub. After getting hit in the head by falling objects 3 times he
picks up the shower head, revealing a Water bug hiding under it)
WATER BUG:
Water bug! Not taking sides!

(Barry gets up out of a pile of bathroom supplies and he is wearing a
chapstick hat)
BARRY:
Ken, I’m wearing a Chapstick hat!
This is pathetic!
(Ken switches the shower head to lethal)
KEN:
I’ve got issues!
(Ken sprays Barry with the shower head and he crash lands into the toilet)
(Ken menacingly looks down into the toilet at Barry)
Well, well, well, a royal flush!
BARRY:

You’re bluffing.
KEN:
Am I?
(flushes toilet)
(Barry grabs a chapstick from the toilet seat and uses it to surf in the
flushing toilet)
BARRY:
Surf’s up, dude!
(Barry flies out of the toilet on the chapstick and sprays Ken’s face with
the toilet water)
:
EW,Poo water!
BARRY:
That bowl is gnarly.
KEN:
(Aiming a toilet cleaner at Barry)
Except for those dirty yellow rings!
(Barry cowers and covers his head and Vanessa runs in and takes the toilet
cleaner from Ken just before he hits Barry)
VANESSA:
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
KEN==
(Leaning towards Barry)

You know, I don’t even like honey!
I don’t eat it!
VANESSA:
We need to talk!
(Vanessa pulls Ken out of the bathroom)
:
He’s just a little bee!
:
And he happens to be
the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time!
KEN:
Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?
VANESSA:
No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you’re one of them!
KEN:
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night…
:
My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!
VANESSA:
Goodbye, Ken.
(Ken huffs and walks out and slams the door. But suddenly he walks back in
and stares at Barry)
:
And for your information,
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners MADE BY MAN!
(Ken leaves again and Vanessa leans in towards Barry)
VANESSA:
I’m sorry about all that.
(Ken walks back in again)

KEN:
I know it’s got
an aftertaste! I LIKE IT!
(Ken leaves for the last time)
VANESSA:
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?
BARRY:
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.
(Flash forward in time and Barry, Adam, and Vanessa are back in court)
MONTGOMERY–
We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
ADAM:
Good idea! You can really see why he’s
considered one of the best lawyers…
(Barry stares at Adam)
…Yeah.
LAWYER:
Layton, you’ve
gotta weave some magic
with this jury,
or it’s gonna be all over.
MONTGOMERY:
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.
(To lawyer)

You got the tweezers?
LAWYER:
Are you allergic?
MONTGOMERY:
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
(Points to Vanessa)
:
to that woman?
BARRY:
We’re friends.
MONTGOMERY:
Good friends?
BARRY:
Yes.
MONTGOMERY:
How good? Do you live together?
ADAM:
Wait a minute…
:
MONTGOMERY:
Are you her little…
:
…bedbug?
(Adam’s stinger starts vibrating. He is agitated)
I’ve seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,

:
doesn’t your queen give birth
to all the bee children?
BARRY:

Yeah, but…
MONTGOMERY:
(Pointing at Janet and Martin)
So those aren’t your real parents!
JANET:
Oh, Barry…
BARRY:
Yes, they are!
ADAM:
Hold me back!
(Vanessa tries to hold Adam back. He wants to sting Montgomery)
MONTGOMERY:
You’re an illegitimate bee,
aren’t you, Benson?
ADAM:
He’s denouncing bees!
MONTGOMERY:
Don’t y’all date your cousins?
(Montgomery leans over on the jury stand and stares at Adam)
VANESSA:
Objection!
(Vanessa raises her hand to object but Adam gets free. He flies straight at
Montgomery)
=ADAM:
I’m going to pincushion this guy!
BARRY:
Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants!
(Adam stings Montgomery in the butt and he starts thrashing around)

MONTGOMERY:
Oh, I’m hit!!
:
Oh, lordy, I am hit!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
(Banging gavel)
Order! Order!
MONTGOMERY:
(Overreacting)
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!
BARRY:

Adam, stay with me.
ADAM:
I can’t feel my legs.
MONTGOMERY:
(Overreacting and throwing his body around the room)
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison
:
from my heaving buttocks?
JUDGE BUMLBETON:
I will have order in this court. Order!

:
Order, please!
(Flash forward in time and we see a human news reporter)
NEWS REPORTER:
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.
(Adam is laying in a hospital bed and Barry flies in to see him)
BARRY:

Hey, buddy.
ADAM:
Hey.
BARRY:
Is there much pain?
ADAM:
Yeah.
:
I…
:
I blew the whole case, didn’t I?
BARRY:
It doesn’t matter. What matters is
you’re alive. You could have died.
ADAM:
I’d be better off dead. Look at me.
(A small plastic sword is replaced as Adam’s stinger)
They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.

:
Look, there’s
a little celery still on it.
(Flicks off the celery and sighs)
BARRY:
What was it like to sting someone?
ADAM:
I can’t explain it. It was all…
:
All adrenaline and then…
and then ecstasy!
BARRY:
…All right.
ADAM:
You think it was all a trap?
BARRY:
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.
ADAM:
What will the humans do to us
if they win?
BARRY:
I don’t know.
ADAM:
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn’t sound so bad.
BARRY:
Adam, they check in,
but they don’t check out!

ADAM:
Oh, my.
(Coughs)
Could you get a nurse
to close that window?
BARRY:

Why?
ADAM:
The smoke.
(We can see that two humans are smoking cigarettes outside)
:
Bees don’t smoke.
BARRY:
Right. Bees don’t smoke.
:
Bees don’t smoke!
But some bees are smoking.
:
That’s it! That’s our case!
ADAM:
It is? It’s not over?
BARRY:
Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere.
:
Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.
(Flash forward in time and Adam is making a paper boat in the courtroom)
ADAM:
And assuming you’ve done step 29 correctly, you’re ready for the tub!
(We see that the jury have each made their own paper boats after being
taught how by Adam. They all look confused)
JUDGE BUMBLETON:

Mr. Flayman.
ADAM:
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Where is the rest of your team?
ADAM:
(Continues stalling)
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…
MONTGOMERY:
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!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going
:
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery’s motion.
ADAM:
But you can’t! We have a terrific case.
MONTGOMERY:
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?
:
Show me the smoking gun!
BARRY:
(Barry flies in through the door)
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?
:
Here is your smoking gun.
(Vanessa walks in holding a bee smoker. She sets it down on the Judge’s
podium)
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
What is that?
BARRY:
It’s a bee smoker!
MONTGOMERY:
(Picks up smoker)
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?
:
This couldn’t hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.
(Montgomery accidentally fires it at the bees in the crowd and they faint

and cough)
(Dozens of reporters start taking pictures of the suffering bees)
BARRY:
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?
(Barry points to the honey industry owners. One of them is an African
American so he awkwardly separates himself from the others)
LAWYER:

What are we gonna do?
He’s playing the species card.
BARRY:
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!
ADAM AND VANESSA:
Free the bees! Free the bees!
BEES IN CROWD:
Free the bees!
HUMAN JURY:
Free the bees! Free the bees!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
The court finds in favor of the bees!

BARRY:
Vanessa, we won!
VANESSA:
I knew you could do it! High-five!
(Vanessa hits Barry hard because her hand is too big)
:
Sorry.
BARRY:
(Overjoyed)
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.
MONTGOMERY:
This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.
:
You’ll regret this.
(Montgomery leaves and Barry goes outside the courtroom. Several reporters
start asking Barry questions)
REPORTER 1#:
Barry, how much honey is out there?
BARRY:
All right. One at a time.
REPORTER 2#:
Barry, who are you wearing?
BARRY:
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.

(Barry flies outside with the paparazzi and Adam and Vanessa stay back)
ADAM:
(To Vanessa)

What if Montgomery’s right?
Vanessa:
What do you mean?
ADAM:
We’ve been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.
(Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to a man)
BUSINESS MAN:
Congratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?
BARRY:
First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.
(As Barry is talking we see a montage of men putting “closed” tape over the
work camps and freeing the bees in the crappy apartments)
Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,
:
every last drop.
(Men in suits are pushing all the honey of the aisle and into carts)
We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more
(We see a statue of a bear-shaped honey container being pulled down by
bees)
than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.
:
We’re all aware
of what they do in the woods.
(We see Winnie the Pooh sharing his honey with Piglet in the cross-hairs of
a high-tech sniper rifle)
BARRY:
(Looking through binoculars)

Wait for my signal.
:
Take him out.
(Winnie gets hit by a tranquilizer dart and dramatically falls off the log
he was standing on, his tongue hanging out. Piglet looks at Pooh in fear
and the Sniper takes the honey.)
SNIPER:
He’ll have nausea
for a few hours, then he’ll be fine.
(Flash forward in time)
BARRY:
And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames…

DubiousLittleTyp0 · December 17, 2024, 8:49pm

My OCD forced me to do this

(Mr. Sting is sitting at home until he is taken out of his house by the men
in suits)
STING:
But it’s just a prance-about stage name!
BARRY:
…unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products
:
and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.
(An old lady is mixing honey into her tea but suddenly men in suits smash
her face down on the table and take the honey)
OLD LADY:
Can’t breathe.
(A honey truck pulls up to Barry’s hive)
WORKER:
Bring it in, boys!
:
Hold it right there! Good.
:
Tap it.

(Tons of honey is being pumped into the hive’s storage)
BEE WORKER 1#:
(Honey overflows from the cup)
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there’s gallons more coming!
:

I think we need to shut down!
=BEE WORKER #2=
Shut down? We’ve never shut down.
:
Shut down honey production!
DEAN BUZZWELL:
Stop making honey!
(The bees all leave their stations. Two bees run into a room and they put
the keys into a machine)
Turn your key, sir!
(Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the button which
they press, shutting down the honey-making machines. This is the first time
this has ever happened)
BEE:
…What do we do now?
(Flash forward in time and a Bee is about to jump into a pool full of
honey)
Cannonball!
(The bee gets stuck in the honey and we get a short montage of Bees leaving
work)
(We see the Pollen Jocks flying but one of them gets a call on his antenna)
LOU LU DUVA:
(Through “phone”)
We’re shutting honey production!
:
Mission abort.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.
(The Pollen Jocks fly back to the hive)

(We get a time lapse of Central Park slowly wilting away as the bees all
relax)
BARRY:
Adam, you wouldn’t believe
how much honey was out there.
ADAM:
Oh, yeah?
BARRY:
What’s going on? Where is everybody?
(The entire street is deserted)
:

Are they out celebrating?
ADAM:
They’re home.
:
They don’t know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.
:
I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.
BARRY:
At least we got our honey back.
ADAM:
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.
(Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to Vanessa)
BARRY:
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.
VANESSA:
You don’t have any idea
what’s going on, do you?
BARRY:

What did you want to show me?
(Vanessa takes Barry to the rooftop where they first had coffee and points
to her store)
VANESSA:
This.
(Points at her flowers. They are all grey and wilting)
BARRY:
What happened here?
VANESSA:
That is not the half of it.
(Small flash forward in time and Vanessa and Barry are on the roof of her
store and she points to Central Park)
(We see that Central Park is no longer green and colorful, rather it is
grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very depressing to look at)
BARRY:
Oh, no. Oh, my.
:

They’re all wilting.
VANESSA:
Doesn’t look very good, does it?
BARRY:
No.
VANESSA:
And whose fault do you think that is?
BARRY:
You know, I’m gonna guess bees.
VANESSA==
(Staring at Barry)
Bees?
BARRY:
Specifically, me.
:
I didn’t think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.
VANESSA:
It’s not just flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
BARRY:
That’s our whole SAT test right there.
VANESSA:
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.
:
And then, of course…
BARRY:
The human species?
:
So if there’s no more pollination,

:
it could all just go south here,
couldn’t it?
VANESSA:
I know this is also partly my fault.
BARRY:
How about a suicide pact?
VANESSA:
How do we do it?
BARRY:

I’ll sting you, you step on me.
VANESSA:
That just kills you twice.
BARRY:
Right, right.
VANESSA:
Listen, Barry…
sorry, but I gotta get going.
(Vanessa leaves)
BARRY:
(To himself)
I had to open my mouth and talk.
:
Vanessa?
:
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?
(Vanessa is getting into a taxi)
VANESSA:
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.
BARRY:
Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.
VANESSA:
I know. Me neither.
(The taxi starts to drive away)
BARRY:
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can’t do sports.
:
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
:
Roses!
:
Vanessa!
(Barry flies after the Taxi)
VANESSA:
Roses?!
:
Barry?
(Barry is flying outside the window of the taxi)
BARRY:

Roses are flowers!
VANESSA:
Yes, they are.
BARRY:
Flowers, bees, pollen!

VANESSA:
I know.
That’s why this is the last parade.
BARRY:
Maybe not.
Could you ask him to slow down?
VANESSA:
Could you slow down?
(The taxi driver screeches to a stop and Barry keeps flying forward)
:
Barry!
(Barry flies back to the window)
BARRY:
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
VANESSA:
Yes, it kind of is.
BARRY:
I’ve ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you
:
with the flower shop.
I’ve made it worse.
VANESSA:
Actually, it’s completely closed down.
BARRY:
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
:
But I have another idea, and it’s
greater than my previous ideas combined.
VANESSA:
I don’t want to hear it!

BARRY:
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.
VANESSA:
Park.
BARRY:
Pollen!
VANESSA:
Flowers.
BARRY:
Re-pollination!
VANESSA:
Across the nation!
:
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, California.
:
They’ve got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
:
Security will be tight.
BARRY:
I have an idea.

(Flash forward in time. Vanessa is about to board a plane which has all the
Roses on board.
VANESSA:
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
(Holds out badge)
:
Official floral business. It’s real.
SECURITY GUARD:
Sorry, ma’am. Nice brooch.
=VANESSA==
Thank you. It was a gift.
(Barry is revealed to be hiding inside the brooch)
(Flash back in time and Barry and Vanessa are discussing their plan)
BARRY:
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.
VANESSA:
How about The Princess and the Pea?
:
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
BARRY:
Yes, I got it.
:

Where should I sit?
GUARD:
What are you?
BARRY:
I believe I’m the pea.
GUARD:
The pea?
VANESSA:

It goes under the mattresses.
GUARD:

Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
I’m getting the marshal.
VANESSA:
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
:
Let’s see what this baby’ll do.
(Vanessa drives the float through traffic)
GUARD:
Hey, what are you doing?!
BARRY==
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic…
:
…without arousing suspicion.
:
Once at the airport,
there’s no stopping us.
(Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are about to get on a plane)
SECURITY GUARD:
Stop! Security.
:
You and your insect pack your float?
VANESSA:
Yes.
SECURITY GUARD:
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
VANESSA:
Yes.

SECURITY GUARD:
Would you remove your shoes?
(To Barry)

Remove your stinger.
BARRY:
It’s part of me.
SECURITY GUARD:
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
(Barry plotting with Vanessa)
BARRY:
Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
(Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are flying on the plane)
Can you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
VANESSA:
I think this is gonna work.
BARRY:
It’s got to work.
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
(On intercom)
Attention, passengers,
this is Captain Scott.
:
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
:
It looks like we’ll experience
a couple hours delay.
VANESSA:
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They’ll never make it.
BARRY:

I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
VANESSA==
Be careful.
(Barry flies right outside the cockpit door)
BARRY:
Can I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
I’d like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
(The flight attendant opens the door and walks out and Barry flies into the
cockpit unseen)
BARRY:
Captain, I’m in a real situation.
CAPTAIN SCOTT:

What’d you say, Hal?
CO-PILOT HAL:
Nothing.
(Scott notices Barry and freaks out)
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
Bee!
BARRY:
No,no,no, Don’t freak out! My entire species…
(Captain Scott gets out of his seat and tries to suck Barry into a handheld
vacuum)
HAL:
(To Scott)
What are you doing?
(Barry lands on Hals hair but Scott sees him. He tries to suck up Barry but
instead he sucks up Hals toupee)
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
Uh-oh.
BARRY:
Wait a minute! I’m an attorney!

HAL:
(Hal doesn’t know Barry is on his head)

Who’s an attorney?
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
Don’t move.
(Scott hits Hal in the face with the vacuum in an attempt to hit Barry. Hal
is knocked out and he falls on the life raft button which launches an
infalatable boat into Scott, who gets knocked out and falls to the floor.
They are both uncounscious.)
BARRY:
(To himself)
Oh, Barry.
BARRY:
(On intercom, with a Southern accent)
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
:
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
(Vanessa looks confused)
(Normal accent)
…And please hurry!
(Vanessa opens the door and sees the life raft and the uncounscious pilots)
VANESSA:
What happened here?
BARRY:
I tried to talk to them, but
then there was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
:
Now one’s bald, one’s in a boat,
and they’re both unconscious!
VANESSA:
…Is that another bee joke?
BARRY:
No!
:
No one’s flying the plane!
BUD DITCHWATER:
(Through radio on plane)
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What’s your status?
VANESSA:
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I’m a florist from New York.
BUD:
Where’s the pilot?
VANESSA:
He’s unconscious,
and so is the copilot.
BUD:
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
BARRY:
As a matter of fact, there is.
BUD:
Who’s that?
BARRY:
Barry Benson.
BUD:
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
BARRY:
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
:
It’s got giant wings, huge engines.

VANESSA:
I can’t fly a plane.
BARRY:

Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot?
VANESSA:
Yes.
BARRY:
How hard could it be?
(Vanessa sits down and flies for a little bit but we see lightning clouds
outside the window)
VANESSA:
Wait, Barry!
We’re headed into some lightning.
(An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the plane)
(We are now watching the Bee News)
BOB BUMBLE:
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…
ADAM:
That’s Barry!
BOB BUMBLE:
…is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
:
and an incapacitated flight crew.
JANET, MARTIN, UNCLE CAR AND ADAM:
Flowers?!
(The scene switches to the human news)

REPORTER:
(Talking with Bob Bumble)
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls
:
with absolutely no flight experience.
BOB BUMBLE:
Just a minute.
There’s a bee on that plane.
BUD:
I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.
:
They’ve done enough damage.
REPORTER:
But isn’t he your only hope?
BUD:
Technically, a bee
shouldn’t be able to fly at all.
:
Their wings are too small…
BARRY:
(Through radio)
Haven’t we heard this a million times?
:
“The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense.”…
BOB BUMBLE:

Get this on the air!
BEE:
Got it.

BEE NEWS CREW:

Stand by.
BEE NEWS CREW:
We’re going live!
BARRY:
(Through radio on TV)
…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!
BEES:
Hello!
(The scene switches and Barry is teaching Vanessa how to fly)
BARRY:

Left, right, down, hover.
VANESSA:

Hover?
BARRY:
Forget hover.
VANESSA:
This isn’t so hard.
(Pretending to honk the horn)
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
(A Lightning bolt hits the plane and autopilot turns off)
Barry, what happened?!
BARRY:
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.
VANESSA:
That may have been helping me.
BARRY:
And now we’re not!
VANESSA:
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
(The plane plummets but we see Lou Lu Duva and the Pollen Jocks, along with
multiple other bees flying towards the plane)
Lou Lu DUva:
All of you, let’s get
behind this fellow! Move it out!
:
Move out!
(The scene switches back to Vanessa and Barry in the plane)
BARRY:
Our only chance is if I do what I’d do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
(Barry sticks out his arms like an airplane and flys in front of Vanessa’s
face)

VANESSA:
Don’t have to yell.
BARRY:
I’m not yelling!
We’re in a lot of trouble.
VANESSA:
It’s very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!
BARRY:
It’s not a tone. I’m panicking!
VANESSA:
I can’t do this!
(Barry slaps Vanessa)
BARRY:
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!
VANESSA:
(Slaps Barry)
You snap out of it.
BARRY:
(Slaps Vanessa)
:
You snap out of it.
VANESSA:

You snap out of it!
BARRY:
You snap out of it!
(We see that all the Pollen Jocks are flying under the plane)
VANESSA:
You snap out of it!
BARRY:
You snap out of it!

VANESSA:

You snap out of it!
BARRY:
You snap out of it!
VANESSA:
Hold it!
BARRY:
Why? Come on, it’s my turn.
VANESSA:
How is the plane flying?
(The plane is now safely flying)
VANESSA:
I don’t know.
(Barry’s antennae rings like a phone. Barry picks up)
BARRY:
Hello?
LOU LU DUVA:
(Through “phone”)
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
(All of the Pollen Jocks are carrying the plane)
BARRY:
The Pollen Jocks!
:
They do get behind a fellow.
LOU LU DUVA:
Black and yellow.
POLLEN JOCKS:
Hello.
LOU LU DUVA:
All right, let’s drop this tin can

on the blacktop.
BARRY:
Where? I can’t see anything. Can you?
VANESSA:
No, nothing. It’s all cloudy.
:
Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.
BARRY:

Thinking bee.
Thinking bee.
(On the runway there are millions of bees laying on their backs)
BEES:
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
BARRY:
Wait a minute.
I think I’m feeling something.
VANESSA:
What?
BARRY:
I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me.
:
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
:
Bring the nose down.
BEES:
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
CONTROL TOWER OPERATOR:
What in the world is on the tarmac?
BUD:
Get some lights on that!

(It is revealed that all the bees are organized into a giant pulsating
flower formation)
BEES:
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
BARRY:

Vanessa, aim for the flower.
VANESSA:
OK.
BARRY:
Out the engines. We’re going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
LOU LU DUVA:
Affirmative!
BARRY:
Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it.
:
Land on that flower!
:
Ready? Full reverse!
:
Spin it around!
(The plane’s nose is pointed at a flower painted on a nearby plane)
Not that flower! The other one!
VANESSA:
Which one?
BARRY:
That flower.
(The plane is now pointed at a fat guy in a flowered shirt. He freaks out
and tries to take a picture of the plane)
VANESSA:
I’m aiming at the flower!

BARRY:
That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
made of millions of bees!
(The plane hovers over the bee-flower)
:
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
:
Rotate around it.
VANESSA:

This is insane, Barry!
BARRY:
This’s the only way I know how to fly.
BUD:
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
(The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the bee-flower)
BARRY:
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!
:
Come on, already.
(The bees scatter and the plane safely lands)
VANESSA:
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!

BARRY:

Yes!
(Vanessa is about to high-five Barry)
No high-five!
VANESSA:
Right.
ADAM:
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
BARRY:
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
ADAM:
Thank you.
BARRY:
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, or just
Museum of Natural History keychains?
BEES:
We’re bees!
BEE WHO LIKES KEYCHAINS:
Keychain!
BARRY:
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Hold on, Barry. Here.
:
You’ve earned this.
BARRY:
Yeah!
:
I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
(The Pollen Jocks throw Barry a nectar-collecting gun. Barry catches it)
Oh, yeah.
JANET:
That’s our Barry.
(Barry and the Pollen Jocks get pollen from the flowers on the plane)
(Flash forward in time and the Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC)
:
(Barry pollinates the flowers in Vanessa’s shop and then heads to Central
Park)
BOY IN PARK:
Mom! The bees are back!
ADAM:
(Putting on his Krelman hat)
If anybody needs

to make a call, now’s the time.
:
I got a feeling we’ll be
working late tonight!
(The bee honey factories are back up and running)
(Meanwhile at Vanessa’s shop)
VANESSA:
(To customer)
Here’s your change. Have a great
afternoon! Can I help who’s next?
:
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these.
(There is a room in the shop where Barry does legal work for other animals.
He is currently talking with a Cow)
COW:
Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me.
And I don’t see a nickel!
:
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
BARRY:
I had no idea.
VANESSA:
Barry, I’m sorry.
Have you got a moment?
BARRY:
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
MOOSEBLOOD:
Sorry I’m late.
COW:
He’s a lawyer too?

MOOSEBLOOD:
Ma’am, I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
VANESSA:
Have a great afternoon!
:
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can’t get them anywhere.
BARRY:
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
VANESSA:
You’re a lifesaver, Barry.
Can I help who’s next?
BARRY:
All right, scramble, jocks!
It’s time to fly.
VANESSA:
Thank you, Barry!
(Ken walks by on the sidewalk and sees the “bee-approved honey” in
Vanessa’s shop)
KEN:
That bee is living my life!!
ANDY:
Let it go, Kenny.
KEN:

When will this nightmare end?!
ANDY:
Let it all go.
BARRY:
Beautiful day to fly.
POLLEN JOCK:
Sure is.
BARRY:
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
(Barry recreates the scene near the beginning of the movie where he flies
through the box kite. The movie fades to black and the credits being)
[–after credits; No scene can be seen but the characters can be heard
talking over the credits–]
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend!
:
Thinking bee!
Me?
BARRY:
(Talking over singer)
Hold it. Let’s just stop
for a second. Hold it.
:
I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone.
Can we stop here?
SINGER:
Oh, BarryBARRY:
I’m not making a major life decision
during a production number!
SINGER:
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
BARRY:
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

thegoodoldcat · December 17, 2024, 9:38pm

should have rewritten the lore smh

Okarun · December 18, 2024, 1:30pm

just get a life

DubiousLittleTyp0 · December 18, 2024, 2:28pm

Mr_hyperspace · December 18, 2024, 3:36pm

@SkyRocket you know what you must do

Jared · December 18, 2024, 3:42pm

okarun really let himself go didn’t he

ReSelcrete · December 18, 2024, 4:54pm

Says the Roblox forumer

SkyRocket · December 18, 2024, 5:34pm

I’m not looking for anymore herrings

skittlesnakes · December 18, 2024, 6:11pm

I just have seen your stream and wanted to say that I thought you were super adorable. you don’t know me at all and i know it’s kinda weird. I just thought maybe it’d be fun to roleplay with you as your online gf maybe? I know you’re straight. I’m a boy that’s why I was saying roleplay… this isn’t a troll. again, I know it’s really random and weird. I’m sorry. It would just be a fun online relationship - nothing serious and I could donate to you and your stream and support you and just be here

J0n · December 18, 2024, 6:12pm

Yes

DeronChepem · December 18, 2024, 6:27pm

mods ban this dude and close the topic pls

J0n · December 18, 2024, 6:29pm

How could you Deron Pa Chem

DeronChepem · December 18, 2024, 6:32pm

j o n u traitor I thought we were allies after being mutual enemies of Beerus

J0n · December 18, 2024, 6:35pm

Who the sigma did you say to ban here

flammenherz · December 18, 2024, 6:48pm

Put this into off topic because its not related to the game in the slightest

Gamehero14 · December 18, 2024, 6:57pm

How can you be the next spicytuna if you can’t draw? That’s like his defining feature.

DeronChepem · December 18, 2024, 8:38pm

The dude who created the topic he’s obviously a spicytuna alt

DukeOfUngriffia · December 18, 2024, 8:55pm

No my man just got peer pressured into the bit so he’s committing to it