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| {{InfoboxLost
| | This is me. |
| |title=<center>Mod_Wallet6</center>
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| |image=Mod Wallet.png
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| |imagecaption=My OC to represent my self
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| |status=<span style="color:green;">'''YEE'''</span>
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| NARRATOR:
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| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| | I think it's apparent |
| According to all known laws
| | I need to rethink my life a little bit. |
| of aviation,
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| :
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| there is no way a bee
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| should be able to fly.
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| :
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| Its wings are too small to get
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| its fat little body off the ground.
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| :
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| The bee, of course, flies anyway
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| :
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| because bees don't care
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| what humans think is impossible.
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| BARRY BENSON:
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| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| :
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| Ooh, black and yellow!
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| Let's shake it up a little.
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| JANET BENSON:
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| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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| BARRY:
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| Coming!
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| :
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| Hang on a second.
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| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
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| :
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| Hello?
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| ADAM FLAYMAN:
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|
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| (Through phone)
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| - Barry?
| | What's my problem? |
| BARRY:
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| - Adam?
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| ADAM:
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| - Can you believe this is happening?
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| BARRY:
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| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
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| (Barry flies down the stairs)
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| :
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| MARTIN BENSON:
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| Looking sharp.
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| JANET:
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| Use the stairs. Your father
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| paid good money for those.
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| BARRY:
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| Sorry. I'm excited.
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| MARTIN:
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| Here's the graduate.
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| We're very proud of you, son.
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| :
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| A perfect report card, all B's.
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| JANET:
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| Very proud.
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| (Rubs Barry's hair)
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| BARRY=
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| Ma! I got a thing going here.
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| JANET:
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| - You got lint on your fuzz.
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| BARRY:
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| - Ow! That's me!
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|
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| JANET:
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| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| | First of all, I'm a rat. |
| - Bye!
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| (Barry flies out the door)
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| JANET:
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| Barry, I told you,
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| stop flying in the house!
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| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
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| newspaper)
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| BARRY==
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| - Hey, Adam.
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| ADAM:
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| - Hey, Barry.
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| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
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| :
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| - Is that fuzz gel?
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| BARRY:
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| - A little. Special day, graduation.
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| ADAM:
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| Never thought I'd make it.
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| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
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| BARRY:
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| Three days grade school,
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| three days high school...
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| ADAM:
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| Those were awkward.
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| BARRY:
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| Three days college. I'm glad I took
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| a day and hitchhiked around the hive. | |
| ADAM==
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| You did come back different.
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| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
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| ARTIE:
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| - Hi, Barry!
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|
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| BARRY:
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| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| | Which means life is hard. |
| ADAM:
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| - Hear about Frankie?
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| BARRY:
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| - Yeah.
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| ADAM==
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| - You going to the funeral?
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| BARRY:
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| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
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| Everybody knows,
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| sting someone, you die.
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| :
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| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
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| Such a hothead.
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| ADAM:
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| I guess he could have
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| just gotten out of the way.
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| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
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| highway)
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| :
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| I love this incorporating
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| an amusement park into our regular day.
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| BARRY:
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| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
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| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
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| students)
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| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
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| under the circumstances.
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| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
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| :
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| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
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|
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|
| ADAM:
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| - We are!
| | And second, I have a highly developed |
| BARRY=
| | sense of taste and smell. |
| - Bee-men.
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| =ADAM=
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| - Amen!
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| BARRY AND ADAM:
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| Hallelujah!
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| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
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| ANNOUNCER:
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| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
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| :
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| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
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| DEAN BUZZWELL:
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| Welcome, New Hive Oity
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| graduating class of...
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| :
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| ...9:
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| :
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| That concludes our ceremonies.
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| :
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| And begins your career
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| at Honex Industries!
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| ADAM:
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| Will we pick our job today?
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| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
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| BARRY=
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| I heard it's just orientation.
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| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
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| loaded into the buses)
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Heads up! Here we go.
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| ANNOUNCER:
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| Keep your hands and antennas
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| inside the tram at all times.
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| BARRY:
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| - Wonder what it'll be like?
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| ADAM:
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| - A little scary.
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| TOUR GUIDE==
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| Welcome to Honex,
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| a division of Honesco
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| :
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| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
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| Barry:
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| This is it!
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| BARRY AND ADAM:
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| Wow.
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| BARRY:
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| Wow.
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| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
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| complicated Honey-making machines)
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| We know that you, as a bee,
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| have worked your whole life
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| :
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| to get to the point where you
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| can work for your whole life.
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| :
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| Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
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| Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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| :
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| Our top-secret formula
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| :
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| is automatically color-corrected,
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| scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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| :
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| into this soothing sweet syrup
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| :
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| with its distinctive
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| golden glow you know as...
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| EVERYONE ON BUS:
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| Honey!
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| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
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| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
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| ADAM:
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| - That girl was hot.
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| BARRY:
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| - She's my cousin!
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| ADAM==
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| - She is?
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| BARRY:
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| - Yes, we're all cousins.
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| ADAM:
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| - Right. You're right.
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| - At Honex, we constantly strive
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| :
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| to improve every aspect
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| of bee existence.
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| :
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| These bees are stress-testing
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| a new helmet technology.
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| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
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| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
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| you can hear him groan)
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| :
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| ADAM==
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| - What do you think he makes?
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| BARRY:
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| - Not enough.
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Here we have our latest advancement,
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| the Krelman.
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| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
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| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
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| Barry:
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| - Wow, What does that do?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| - Catches that little strand of honey
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| :
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| that hangs after you pour it.
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| Saves us millions.
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| ADAM:
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| (Intrigued)
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| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Of course. Most bee jobs are
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| small ones.
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| But bees know that every small job,
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| if it's done well, means a lot.
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| :
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| But choose carefully
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| :
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| because you'll stay in the job
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| you pick for the rest of your life.
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| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
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| BARRY:
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| The same job the rest of your life?
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| I didn't know that.
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| ADAM:
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| What's the difference?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| You'll be happy to know that bees,
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| as a species, haven't had one day off
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| :
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| in 27 million years.
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| BARRY:
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| (Upset)
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| So you'll just work us to death?
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| :
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| We'll sure try.
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| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
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| home together)
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| ADAM:
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| Wow! That blew my mind!
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| BARRY:
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| "What's the difference?"
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| How can you say that?
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| :
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| One job forever?
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| That's an insane choice to have to make.
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| ADAM:
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| I'm relieved. Now we only have
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| to make one decision in life.
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| BARRY:
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| But, Adam, how could they
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| never have told us that?
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| ADAM:
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| Why would you question anything?
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| We're bees.
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| :
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| We're the most perfectly
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| functioning society on Earth.
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| BARRY:
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| You ever think maybe things
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| work a little too well here?
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| ADAM:
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| Like what? Give me one example.
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| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
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| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
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| unison)
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| BARRY:
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| I don't know. But you know
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| what I'm talking about.
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| ANNOUNCER:
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| Please clear the gate.
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| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
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| BARRY:
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| Wait a second. Check it out.
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| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
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| :
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| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
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| ADAM:
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| - Wow.
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| :
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| I've never seen them this close.
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| BARRY:
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| They know what it's like
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| outside the hive.
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| ADAM:
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| Yeah, but some don't come back.
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| GIRL BEES:
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| - Hey, Jocks!
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| - Hi, Jocks!
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| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
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| to trucks, which drive away)
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| You guys did great!
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| :
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| You're monsters!
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| You're sky freaks!
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| I love it!
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| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
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| I love it!
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| ADAM:
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| - I wonder where they were.
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| BARRY:
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| - I don't know.
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| :
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| Their day's not planned.
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| :
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| Outside the hive, flying who knows
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| where, doing who knows what.
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| :
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| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
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| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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| ADAM==
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| Right.
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| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
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| Jocks)
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| BARRY:
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| Look at that. That's more pollen
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| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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| ADAM:
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| It's just a status symbol.
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| Bees make too much of it.
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| BARRY:
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| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
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| and the ladies see you wearing it.
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| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
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| ADAM==
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| Those ladies?
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| Aren't they our cousins too?
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| BARRY:
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| Distant. Distant.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Look at these two.
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| - Let's have fun with them.
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| GIRL BEE #1:
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| It must be dangerous
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| being a Pollen Jock.
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
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| against a mushroom!
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| He had a paw on my throat,
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| and with the other, he was slapping me!
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| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
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| GIRL BEE #2:
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| - Oh, my!
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| BARRY:
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| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
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| GIRL BEE #1:
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| (Looking at Adam)
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| What were you doing during this?
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| ADAM:
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| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
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| BARRY:
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| I can autograph that.
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| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
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| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| A little gusty out there today,
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| wasn't it, comrades?
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Gusty.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| We're hitting a sunflower patch
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| six miles from here tomorrow.
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| BARRY:
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| - Six miles, huh?
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| ADAM:
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| - Barry!
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| A puddle jump for us,
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| but maybe you're not up for it.
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| BARRY:
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| - Maybe I am.
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| ADAM:
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| - You are not!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
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| :
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| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
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| Are you bee enough?
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| BARRY:
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| I might be. It all depends
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| on what 0900 means.
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| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
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| night)
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| MARTIN:
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| Hey, Honex!
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| BARRY:
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| Dad, you surprised me.
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| MARTIN:
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| You decide what you're interested in?
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| BARRY:
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| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
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| - But you only get one.
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| :
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| Do you ever get bored
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| doing the same job every day?
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| MARTIN:
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| Son, let me tell you about stirring.
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| :
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| You grab that stick, and you just
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| move it around, and you stir it around.
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| :
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| You get yourself into a rhythm.
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| It's a beautiful thing.
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| BARRY:
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| You know, Dad,
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| the more I think about it,
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| :
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| maybe the honey field
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| just isn't right for me.
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| MARTIN:
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| You were thinking of what,
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| making balloon animals?
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| :
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| That's a bad job
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| for a guy with a stinger.
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| :
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| Janet, your son's not sure
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| he wants to go into honey!
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| JANET:
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| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
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| BARRY:
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| - I'm not trying to be funny.
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| MARTIN:
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| You're not funny! You're going
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| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
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| JANET:
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| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
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| BARRY:
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| - No one's listening to me!
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| MARTIN:
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| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
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| BARRY:
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| I could say anything right now.
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| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
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| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
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| MARTIN:
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| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
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| BARRY:
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| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
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| Shave my antennae.
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| :
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| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
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| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
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| JANET:
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| I'm so proud.
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| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
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| ADAM:
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| - We're starting work today!
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| BARRY:
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| - Today's the day.
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| ADAM:
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| Come on! All the good jobs
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| will be gone.
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah, right.
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
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| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
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| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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| - Is it still available?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| - Hang on. Two left!
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| :
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| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
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| Step to the side.
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| ADAM:
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| - What'd you get?
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| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
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| (He walks away)
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| ADAM:
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| Wow!
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Couple of newbies?
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| ADAM:
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| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Make your choice.
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| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
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| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
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| confusing)
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| ADAM:
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| - You want to go first?
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| BARRY:
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| - No, you go.
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| ADAM:
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| Oh, my. What's available?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Restroom attendant's open,
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| not for the reason you think.
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| ADAM:
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| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| - Sure, you're on.
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| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
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| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
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| :
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| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
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| (Takes Adam's hat off)
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| Wax monkey's always open.
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| ADAM:
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| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
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| What happened?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
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| He's dead. Another dead one.
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| :
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| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
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| :
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| Dead from the neck up.
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| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
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| ADAM:
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| Oh, this is so hard!
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| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
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| Heating, cooling,
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| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
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| :
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| humming, inspector number seven,
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| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
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| :
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| mite wrangler. Barry, what
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| do you think I should... Barry?
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| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
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| :
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| Barry!
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| POLLEN JOCK:
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| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
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| in quadrant nine...
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| ADAM:
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| (Through phone)
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| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
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| - I'm going out.
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| ADAM:
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| - Out? Out where?
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| BARRY:
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| - Out there.
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| ADAM:
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| - Oh, no!
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| BARRY:
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| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
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| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
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| (Barry hangs up)
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| Hello?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
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| If anyone's feeling brave,
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| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
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| :
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| that gets their roses today.
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| BARRY:
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| Hey, guys.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
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| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
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| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
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| :
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| - Thank you.
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| - OK.
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| :
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| You got a rain advisory today,
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| :
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| and as you all know,
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| bees cannot fly in rain.
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| :
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| So be careful. As always,
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| watch your brooms,
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| :
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| hockey sticks, dogs,
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| birds, bears and bats.
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| :
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| Also, I got a couple of reports
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| of root beer being poured on us.
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| :
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| Murphy's in a home because of it,
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| babbling like a cicada!
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| BARRY:
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| - That's awful.
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| (Still talking through megaphone)
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| - And a reminder for you rookies,
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| :
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| bee law number one,
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| absolutely no talking to humans!
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| :
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| All right, launch positions!
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| POLLEN JOCKS:
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| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
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| :
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| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
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| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
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| LOU LU DUVA:
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| Black and yellow!
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| POLLEN JOCKS:
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| Hello!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
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| POLLEN JOCK's:
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| Wind, check.
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| :
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| - Antennae, check.
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| - Nectar pack, check.
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| :
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| - Wings, check.
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| - Stinger, check.
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| BARRY:
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| Scared out of my shorts, check.
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| OK, ladies,
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| :
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| let's move it out!
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| :
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| Pound those petunias,
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| you striped stem-suckers!
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| :
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| All of you, drain those flowers!
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| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
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| BARRY:
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| Wow! I'm out!
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| :
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| I can't believe I'm out!
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| :
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| So blue.
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| :
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| I feel so fast and free!
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| :
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| Box kite!
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| (Barry flies through the kite)
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| :
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| Wow!
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| :
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| Flowers!
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| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
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| heat sink goggles.)
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| POLLEN JOCK:
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| This is Blue Leader.
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| We have roses visual.
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| :
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| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
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| :
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| Roses!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
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| :
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| Stand to the side, kid.
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| It's got a bit of a kick.
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| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
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| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
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| BARRY:
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| That is one nectar collector!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1==
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| - Ever see pollination up close?
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| BARRY:
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| - No, sir.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| | |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
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| pollen as he goes)
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| :
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| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
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| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
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| :
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| a pinch on that one.
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| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
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| BARRY:
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| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
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| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
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| BARRY:
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| Cool.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
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| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| Copy that visual.
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| :
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| Wait. One of these flowers
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| seems to be on the move.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Say again? You're reporting
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| a moving flower?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| Affirmative.
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| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
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| obviously just tennis balls)
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| KEN:
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| (In the distance) That was on the line!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| This is the coolest. What is it?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
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| :
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| It smells good.
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| Not like a flower, but I like it.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Yeah, fuzzy.
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| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
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| POLLEN JOCK #3==
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| Chemical-y.
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| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
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| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
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| one of the tennis balls)
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| My sweet lord of bees!
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| POLLEN JOCK #3:
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| Candy-brain, get off there!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| (Pointing upwards)
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| Problem!
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| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
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| to)
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| BARRY:
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| - Guys!
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - This could be bad.
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| POLLEN JOCK #3:
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| Affirmative.
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| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
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| to it)
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| BARRY==
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| Very close.
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| :
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| Gonna hurt.
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| :
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| Mama's little boy.
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| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
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| still stuck to the ball)
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| You are way out of position, rookie!
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| KEN:
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| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
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| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
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| BARRY:
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| (In slow motion)
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| Help me!
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| I don't think these are flowers.
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| POLLEN JOCK #3:
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| - Should we tell him?
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| - I think he knows.
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| BARRY:
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| What is this?!
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| KEN:
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| Match point!
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| :
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| You can start packing up, honey,
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| because you're about to EAT IT!
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| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
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| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
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| BARRY:
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| | |
| Yowser!
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| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
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| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
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| BARRY:
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| Ew, gross.
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| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
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| into the car)
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| GIRL IN CAR:
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| There's a bee in the car!
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| :
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| - Do something!
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| DAD DRIVING CAR:
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| - I'm driving!
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| BABY GIRL:
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| (Waving at Barry)
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| - Hi, bee.
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| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
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| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
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| - He's back here!
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| :
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| He's going to sting me!
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| GIRL IN CAR:
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| Nobody move. If you don't move,
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| he won't sting you. Freeze!
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| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
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| :
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| GRANDMA IN CAR==
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| He blinked!
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| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
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| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
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| GIRL IN CAR:
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| Spray him, Granny!
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| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
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| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
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| | |
| the ground, safe.)
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| BARRY:
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| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
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| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
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| moving into this direction)
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| :
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| I gotta get home.
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| :
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| Can't fly in rain.
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| :
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| Can't fly in rain.
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| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
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| :
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| Can't fly in rain.
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| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
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| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
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| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
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| plant inside an apartment near the window)
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| VANESSA BLOOME:
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| Ken, could you close
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| the window please?
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| KEN==
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| Hey, check out my new resume.
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| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
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| :
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| You see?
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| (Folds brochure resume out)
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| Folds out.
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| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
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| BARRY:
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| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
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| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
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| :
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| What was that?
| |
| | |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
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| because the window is closed)
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| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
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| This time! This time! This...
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| :
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| Drapes!
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| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
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| That is diabolical.
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| KEN:
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| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
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| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
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| ANDY:
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| What's number one? Star Wars?
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| KEN:
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| Nah, I don't go for that...
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| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
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| ...kind of stuff.
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| BARRY:
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| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
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| They're out of their minds.
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| KEN:
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| When I leave a job interview, they're
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| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
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| BARRY:
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| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
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| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
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| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
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| :
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| I don't remember the sun
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| having a big 75 on it.
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| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
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| humans are sitting at)
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| KEN:
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| | |
| I predicted global warming.
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| :
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| I could feel it getting hotter.
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| At first I thought it was just me.
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| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
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| is about to put it in his mouth)
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| :
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| Wait! Stop! Bee!
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| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
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| freak out)
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| :
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| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
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| Vanessa saves him last second)
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| VANESSA:
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| Wait!
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| :
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| Don't kill him!
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| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
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| KEN:
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| You know I'm allergic to them!
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| This thing could kill me!
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| VANESSA:
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| Why does his life have
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| less value than yours?
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| KEN:
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| Why does his life have any less value
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| than mine? Is that your statement?
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| VANESSA:
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| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
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| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
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| KEN:
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| | |
| My brochure!
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| VANESSA:
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| There you go, little guy.
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| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
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| KEN:
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| I'm not scared of him.
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| It's an allergic thing.
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| VANESSA:
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| Put that on your resume brochure.
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| KEN:
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| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
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| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
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| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
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| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
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| VANESSA:
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| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
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| (Vanessa tries to close door)
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| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
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| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
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| KEN:
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| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
| | |
| VANESSA:
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| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
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| BARRY==
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| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
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| :
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| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
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| Nah.
| |
| :
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| What would I say?
| |
| :
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| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
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| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
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| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
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| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
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| :
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| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
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| :
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| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
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| Do it. I can't.
| |
| | |
| :
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| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
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| :
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| I'm sorry.
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| VANESSA:
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| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
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| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
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| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
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| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
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| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
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| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
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| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
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| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
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| BARRY:
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| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
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| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
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| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
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| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
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| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
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| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
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| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
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| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| | |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
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| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
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| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
| | |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
| | |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| 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?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| 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.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
| | |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| | |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
| | |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
| | |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
| | |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| | |
| BARRY:
| |
| We're not dating.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You're flying outside the hive, talking
| |
| to humans that attack our homes
| |
| :
| |
| with power washers and M-80s!
| |
| That's one-eighth a stick of dynamite!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She saved my life!
| |
| And she understands me.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| This is over!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Eat this.
| |
| (Barry gives Adam a piece of the crumb that he got from Vanessa. Adam eats
| |
| it)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Adam's tone changes)
| |
| This is not over! What was that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - They call it a crumb.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - It was so stingin' stripey!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And that's not what they eat.
| |
| That's what falls off what they eat!
| |
| :
| |
| - You know what a Cinnabon is?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - No.
| |
| (Adam opens a door behind him and he pulls Barry in)
| |
| | |
| BARRY:
| |
| It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Be quiet!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They heat it up...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Sit down!
| |
| (Adam forces Barry to sit down)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Still rambling about Cinnabons)
| |
| ...really hot!
| |
| (Adam grabs Barry by the shoulders)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Listen to me!
| |
| :
| |
| We are not them! We're us.
| |
| There's us and there's them!
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Yes, but who can deny
| |
| the heart that is yearning?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| There's no yearning.
| |
| Stop yearning. Listen to me!
| |
| :
| |
| You have got to start thinking bee,
| |
| my friend. Thinking bee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thinking bee.
| |
| WORKER BEE:
| |
| - Thinking bee.
| |
| WORKER BEES AND ADAM:
| |
| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
| |
| | |
| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
| |
| (Flash forward in time; Barry is laying on a raft in a pool full of honey.
| |
| He is wearing sunglasses)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| There he is. He's in the pool.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You know what your problem is, Barry?
| |
| (Barry pulls down his sunglasses and he looks annoyed)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Sarcastic)
| |
| I gotta start thinking bee?
| |
| JANET:
| |
| How much longer will this go on?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| It's been three days!
| |
| Why aren't you working?
| |
| (Puts sunglasses back on)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I've got a lot of big life decisions
| |
| to think about.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| What life? You have no life!
| |
| You have no job. You're barely a bee!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Would it kill you
| |
| to make a little honey?
| |
| (Barry rolls off the raft and sinks into the honey pool)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry, come out.
| |
| Your father's talking to you.
| |
| :
| |
| Martin, would you talk to him?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| | |
| Barry, I'm talking to you!
| |
| (Barry keeps sinking into the honey until he is suddenly in Central Park
| |
| having a picnic with Vanessa)
| |
| (Barry has a cup of honey and he clinks his glass with Vanessas. Suddenly a
| |
| mosquito lands on Vanessa and she slaps it, killing it. They both gasp but
| |
| then burst out laughing)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You coming?
| |
| (The camera pans over and Vanessa is climbing into a small yellow airplane)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Got everything?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| All set!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Go ahead. I'll catch up.
| |
| (Vanessa lifts off and flies ahead)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Don't be too long.
| |
| (Barry catches up with Vanessa and he sticks out his arms like ana irplane.
| |
| He rolls from side to side, and Vanessa copies him with the airplane)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Watch this!
| |
| (Barry stays back and watches as Vanessa draws a heart in the air using
| |
| pink smoke from the plane, but on the last loop-the-loop she suddenly
| |
| crashes into a mountain and the plane explodes. The destroyed plane falls
| |
| into some rocks and explodes a second time)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Vanessa!
| |
| (As Barry is yelling his mouth fills with honey and he wakes up,
| |
| discovering that he was just day dreaming. He slowly sinks back into the
| |
| honey pool)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| - We're still here.
| |
| | |
| JANET:
| |
| - I told you not to yell at him.
| |
| :
| |
| He doesn't respond to yelling!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| - Then why yell at me?
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Because you don't listen!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| I'm not listening to this.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry, I've gotta go.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| - Where are you going?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm meeting a friend.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Bye.
| |
| (Barry flies out the door and Martin shakes his head)
| |
| :
| |
| JANET==
| |
| I just hope she's Bee-ish.
| |
| (Fast forward in time and Barry is sitting on Vanessa's shoulder and she is
| |
| closing up her shop)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They have a huge parade
| |
| of flowers every year in Pasadena?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| To be in the Tournament of Roses,
| |
| that's every florist's dream!
| |
| | |
| :
| |
| Up on a float, surrounded
| |
| by flowers, crowds cheering.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| A tournament. Do the roses
| |
| compete in athletic events?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No. All right, I've got one.
| |
| How come you don't fly everywhere?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| It's exhausting. Why don't you
| |
| run everywhere? It's faster.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
| |
| All right, your turn.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
| |
| That's insane!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You don't have that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
| |
| It's a horrible, horrible disease.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, my.
| |
| (A human walks by and Barry narrowly avoids him)
| |
| PASSERBY:
| |
| Dumb bees!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You must want to sting all those jerks.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| We try not to sting.
| |
| | |
| It's usually fatal for us.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| So you have to watch your temper
| |
| (They walk into a store)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Suddenly an employee(Hector) hits Barry off of Vanessa's shoulder. Hector
| |
| thinks he's saving Vanessa)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (To Barry)
| |
| Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
| |
| (Barry is getting up off the floor)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (To Hector)
| |
| - What is wrong with you?!
| |
| HECTOR:
| |
| (Confused)
| |
| - It's a bug.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| He's not bothering anybody.
| |
| Get out of here, you creep!
| |
| (Vanessa hits Hector across the face with the magazine he had and then hits
| |
| him in the head. Hector backs away covering his head)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
| |
| (Vanessa sets Barry back on her shoulder)
| |
| | |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, it was. How did you know?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| It felt like about 10 pages.
| |
| Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You've really got that
| |
| down to a science.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Oh, we have to. I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'll bet.
| |
| (Barry looks to his right and notices there is honey for sale in the aisle)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What in the name
| |
| of Mighty Hercules is this?
| |
| (Barry looks at all the brands of honey, shocked)
| |
| How did this get here?
| |
| Cute Bee, Golden Blossom,
| |
| :
| |
| Ray Liotta Private Select?
| |
| (Barry puts his hands up and slowly turns around, a look of disgust on his
| |
| face)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Is he that actor?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never heard of him.
| |
| :
| |
| - Why is this here?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - For people. We eat it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| | |
| You don't have
| |
| enough food of your own?!
| |
| (Hector looks back and notices that Vanessa is talking to Barry)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Well, yes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - How do you get it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bees make it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I know who makes it!
| |
| :
| |
| And it's hard to make it!
| |
| :
| |
| There's heating, cooling, stirring.
| |
| You need a whole Krelman thing!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - It's organic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It's our-ganic!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's just honey, Barry.
| |
| 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!
| |
| (Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a
| |
| soldier and sneaks into the storage section of the store)
| |
| (Two men, including Hector, are loading boxes into some trucks)
| |
| :
| |
| SUPERMARKET EMPLOYEE==
| |
| Hey, Hector.
| |
| :
| |
| - You almost done?
| |
| HECTOR:
| |
| - Almost.
| |
| (Barry takes a step to peak around the corner)
| |
| (Whispering)
| |
| He is here. I sense it.
| |
| :
| |
| Well, I guess I'll go home now
| |
| (Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly)
| |
| :
| |
| and just leave this nice honey out,
| |
| with no one around.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You're busted, box boy!
| |
| HECTOR:
| |
| I knew I heard something!
| |
| So you can talk!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can talk.
| |
| And now you'll start talking!
| |
| :
| |
| Where you getting the sweet stuff?
| |
| | |
| Who's your supplier?
| |
| HECTOR:
| |
| I don't understand.
| |
| I thought we were friends.
| |
| :
| |
| The last thing we want
| |
| to do is upset bees!
| |
| (Hector takes a thumbtack out of the board behind him and sword-fights
| |
| Barry. Barry is using his stinger like a sword)
| |
| :
| |
| You're too late! It's ours now!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You, sir, have crossed
| |
| the wrong sword!
| |
| HECTOR:
| |
| You, sir, will be lunch
| |
| for my iguana, Ignacio!
| |
| (Barry hits the thumbtack out of Hectors hand and Hector surrenders)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| Where is the honey coming from?
| |
| :
| |
| Tell me where!
| |
| HECTOR:
| |
| (Pointing to leaving truck)
| |
| Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
| |
| (Barry chases after the truck but it is getting away. He flies onto a
| |
| bicyclists' backpack and he catches up to the truck)
| |
| CAR DRIVER:
| |
| (To bicyclist)
| |
| Crazy person!
| |
| (Barry flies off and lands on the windshield of the Honey farms truck.
| |
| Barry looks around and sees dead bugs splattered everywhere)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What horrible thing has happened here?
| |
| | |
| :
| |
| These faces, they never knew
| |
| what hit them. And now
| |
| :
| |
| they're on the road to nowhere!
| |
| (Barry hears a sudden whisper)
| |
| (Barry looks up and sees Mooseblood, a mosquito playing dead)
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| Just keep still.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What? You're not dead?
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
| |
| that moves. Where you headed?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| To Honey Farms.
| |
| I am onto something huge here.
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
| |
| crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
| |
| ANOTHER BUG PLAYING DEAD:
| |
| I'm going to Tacoma.
| |
| (Barry looks at another bug)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - And you?
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| - He really is dead.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right.
| |
| (Another bug hits the windshield and the drivers notice. They activate the
| |
| windshield wipers)
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD==
| |
| Uh-oh!
| |
| (The windshield wipers are slowly sliding over the dead bugs and wiping
| |
| | |
| them off)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - What is that?!
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| :
| |
| - A wiper! Triple blade!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Triple blade?
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
| |
| (Mooseblood and Barry grab onto the wiper and they hold on as it wipes the
| |
| windshield)
| |
| Why does everything have
| |
| to be so doggone clean?!
| |
| :
| |
| How much do you people need to see?!
| |
| (Bangs on windshield)
| |
| :
| |
| Open your eyes!
| |
| Stick your head out the window!
| |
| RADIO IN TRUCK:
| |
| From NPR News in Washington,
| |
| I'm Carl Kasell.
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| But don't kill no more bugs!
| |
| (Mooseblood and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid)
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| - Bee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Moose blood guy!!
| |
| (Barry starts screaming as he hangs onto the antenna)
| |
| (Suddenly it is revealed that a water bug is also hanging on the antenna.
| |
| | |
| There is a pause and then Barry and the water bug both start screaming)
| |
| TRUCK DRIVER:
| |
| - You hear something?
| |
| GUY IN TRUCK:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| TRUCK DRIVER:
| |
| Like tiny screaming.
| |
| GUY IN TRUCK:
| |
| Turn off the radio.
| |
| (The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the truck.
| |
| The water bug flies off and Barry is forced to let go and he is blown away.
| |
| He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the truck where he finds
| |
| Mooseblood, who was blown into the same place)
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| Whassup, bee boy?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, Blood.
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see that Barry is deep in conversation with
| |
| Mooseblood. They have been sitting in this truck for a while)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| ...Just a row of honey jars,
| |
| as far as the eye could see.
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I assume wherever this truck goes
| |
| is where they're getting it.
| |
| :
| |
| I mean, that honey's ours.
| |
| MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| - 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!
| |
| :
| |
| 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...
| |
| (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)
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| :
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| You snap out of it.
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| VANESSA:
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| - You snap out of it!
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| BARRY:
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| - You snap out of it!
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| (We see that all the Pollen Jocks are flying under the plane)
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| VANESSA:
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| - You snap out of it!
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| BARRY:
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| - You snap out of it!
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| VANESSA:
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| - You snap out of it!
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| BARRY:
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| - You snap out of it!
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| VANESSA:
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| - Hold it!
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| BARRY:
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| - Why? Come on, it's my turn.
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| VANESSA:
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| How is the plane flying?
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| (The plane is now safely flying)
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| VANESSA:
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| I don't know.
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| (Barry's antennae rings like a phone. Barry picks up)
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| BARRY:
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| Hello?
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| LOU LU DUVA:
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| (Through "phone")
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| Benson, got any flowers
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| for a happy occasion in there?
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| (All of the Pollen Jocks are carrying the plane)
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| BARRY:
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| The Pollen Jocks!
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| :
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| They do get behind a fellow.
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| LOU LU DUVA:
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| - Black and yellow.
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| POLLEN JOCKS:
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| - Hello.
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| LOU LU DUVA:
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| All right, let's drop this tin can
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| | |
| on the blacktop.
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| BARRY:
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| Where? I can't see anything. Can you?
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| VANESSA:
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| No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
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| :
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| Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.
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| BARRY:
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| - Thinking bee.
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| - Thinking bee.
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| (On the runway there are millions of bees laying on their backs)
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| BEES:
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| Thinking bee!
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| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| BARRY:
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| Wait a minute.
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| I think I'm feeling something.
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| VANESSA:
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| - What?
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| BARRY:
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| - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
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| :
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| Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
| |
| :
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| Bring the nose down.
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| BEES:
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| Thinking bee!
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| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| CONTROL TOWER OPERATOR:
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| - What in the world is on the tarmac?
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| BUD:
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| - Get some lights on that!
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| | |
| (It is revealed that all the bees are organized into a giant pulsating
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| flower formation)
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| BEES:
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| Thinking bee!
| |
| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| BARRY:
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| - Vanessa, aim for the flower.
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| VANESSA:
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| - OK.
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| BARRY:
| |
| Out the engines. We're going in
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| on bee power. Ready, boys?
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| LOU LU DUVA:
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| Affirmative!
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| BARRY:
| |
| Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
| |
| :
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| Land on that flower!
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| :
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| Ready? Full reverse!
| |
| :
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| 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.
| |
| :
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| 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.
| |