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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are
too small to get its
fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans
think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a
little. Barry!
Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can you believe this is
happening? - I can't.
I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm
excited. Here's the
graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing
going here. - You
got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you,
stop flying
in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never
thought I'd make
it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I
took a day and
hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks
good. - Hear
about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone,
you die. Don't
waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this
incorporating an
amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the
circumstances.
- Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty,
distinguished bees, please
welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our
ceremonies. And begins
your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up!
Here we go. Keep
your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary.
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee,
have worked
your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our
valiant Pollen Jocks
bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted
and bubble-contoured
into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was
hot. - She's my
cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to
improve every
aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he
makes? - Not enough.
Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of
honey that hangs
after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small
ones. But bees
know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in
the job you pick
for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the
difference? You'll be happy
to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to
death? We'll
sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's
an insane choice
to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they
never have told
us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on
Earth. You ever
think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you
know what I'm talking
about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those
are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't
come back. -
Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! -
I wonder where
they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who
knows what. You
can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than
you and I will
see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing
it and the ladies
see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. -
Oouple of Hive
Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned
me against a mushroom!
He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock
him out. What
were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out
there today, wasn't
it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles,
huh? - Barry! A
puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at
J-Gate. What do
you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex!
Dad, you surprised
me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do
you ever get bored
doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just
move it around,
and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more
I think about
it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?
That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so
funny sometimes.
- I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're
gonna be a stirrer?
- No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm
gonna get an ant
tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up
with a grasshopper.
Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the
day. Oome on! All
the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair
removal... -
Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. -
What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your
choice. - You want
to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you
think. - Any chance
of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always
open. The Krelman
opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady.
Deadified. Two
more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating,
cooling, stunt
bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite
wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What
happened to
you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to
work for the
rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling
brave, there's a
Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw
yesterday? Hold
it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are
you? Sign here,
here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees
cannot fly in rain.
So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a
couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's
awful. - And a reminder
for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz,
buzz, buzz,
buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot
shot? Yeah. Yeah,
bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check.
Scared out of my
shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of
you, drain those
flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow!
Flowers! This is Blue
Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it
around. Stand
to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up
close? - No, sir.
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See
that? It's a little
bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more
nectar, more honey
for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that
visual. Wait. One
of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That
was on the line!
This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a
flower, but I like
it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain,
get off there!
Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are
way out of position,
rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him?
- I think he
knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it!
Yowser! Gross. There's
a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me!
Nobody move. If
you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow...
the tension level
out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain.
Mayday! Mayday!
Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck
out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was
that? Maybe
this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's
fantastic. It's got all
my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for
that... ...kind
of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview,
they're flabbergasted,
can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big
75 on it. I
predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop!
Bee! Stand back.
These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!
Why does his life
have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm
just saying
all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy.
I'm not scared
of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it
one of your special
skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week?
Yogurt night?
- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less
calories. - Bye.
I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What
would I say? I could
really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing
this. I've got
to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No,
that's no good.
Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so
sorry. No, it's
OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very
disconcerting. This
is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but
they were all trying
to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a
little weird. - I'm
talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm
grateful. I'll
leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess.
"Mama, Dada, honey."
You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we
have to deal with.
Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I
don't want to put
you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be
ridiculous! - Actually,
I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm
trying to lose
a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know
anything about fashion.
Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets
there. He runs up
the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan.
Why would I marry
a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you
gonna do, Barry?
About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know
how you feel.
- You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. -
Really? - My only
interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you
look... There's my
hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know
that area. I lost
a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on
your knee. - Maybe
I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this
has been great.
Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest
of my life. Are
you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well,
then... I guess
I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was
nothing. Well,
not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK,
Dave, pull the
chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I
can't believe you
were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat
crazy giant things.
They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. -
How'd you get back?
- Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now
you can pick out
yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your
parents will
kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest
thing, with the
eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law.
You wouldn't break
a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a
human florist!
We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power
washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This
is not over!
What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat.
That's what falls
off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat
it up... Sit
down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but
who can deny the
heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking
bee, my friend.
Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
There he is. He's
in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this
go on? It's
been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life?
You have no
life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out.
Your father's
talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything?
All set! Go ahead.
I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at
him. He doesn't
respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry,
I've gotta go.
- Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope
she's Bee-ish.
They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's
every florist's dream!
Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic
events? No. All
right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere?
It's faster. Yeah,
OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have
that? We have
Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting
all those jerks.
We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You
kick a wall, take
a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust.
Oh, my goodness!
Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here,
you creep! What
was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty
much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll
bet. What in the
name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private
Select? - Is he
that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough
food of your own?
- Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it!
There's heating, cooling,
stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just
what?! Bees
don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals!
This is all we
have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this!
Hey, Hector. -
You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this
nice honey out,
with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And
now you'll start
talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were
friends. The last
thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong
sword! You, sir,
will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It
comes from Honey
Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them.
And now they're
on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where
you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy
stuff. Blows your
head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh,
no! - A wiper!
Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so
doggone clean?!
How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in
Washington, I'm
Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what?
Like tiny screaming.
Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.
Wow! I assume
wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. -
We're all jammed
in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in
trouble? - You
a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least
you're out in the
world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl
don't want no mosquito.
You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! -
Mooseblood! I knew I'd
catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's
pretty much
pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead.
- Oheck out the
new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute,
semi-automatic. Twice
the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we
make the money.
"They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last
too long. Do
you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your
queen? That's
a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee
honey. Our honey is
being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do
something. Oh,
Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's
a conspiracy
theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to
humans. - What? -
Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish
you could. -
Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all
night. Barry,
this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than
bees! Dad, I
remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember
that. What right
do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
Even if it's
true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. -
No. Up the nose?
That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at
Five, the hive's
only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with
Storm Stinger.
Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A
tri-county bee,
Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it
illegally! Tomorrow
night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book,
Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the
hive. I can't
do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
Where I'm from,
we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community
is supporting
you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the
human world too.
It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots...
Next week... Glasses,
quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary,
hairy and here
live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the
point of weakness!
It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of
that? Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. -
Hello. - Hello,
bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why
does he talk again?
Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is
yogurt night so difficult?!
You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. -
Frosting... - How many
sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities.
And it takes
my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if
you're three. And
artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless
pollination. Bees must
hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for
it a little
bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure?
When I'm done
with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an
incredible scene here
in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will
hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I
can't believe how
many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good
lawyers? Everybody
needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it
isn't the bee
team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number
4475, Superior
Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're
representing the
five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the
world? I'm kidding.
Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and
gentlemen of the
jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to
benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of
what would it mean.
I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know
this isn't some
sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams!
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery
here. I'm just
an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it.
And we protect
it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us
'cause we're
the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not
only take everything
we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first
witness. So, Mr. Klauss
Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and
Honron! Yes, they
provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine
you employ any
bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep
bees. Not only that,
it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable
creatures. Yogi Bear,
Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through
your living
room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So,
Mr. Sting, thank
you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called
The Police. But
you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet
another example
of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please.
Have you ever
been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M.
Sumner! That's not
his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.
Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner
turmoil that's ready
to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you?
Exploiting tiny,
helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I
could blow right
now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can
all go home?!
- Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit
down! I think
it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing
everything right,
legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! -
Hello. I didn't think
you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go
to waste, so
I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up.
Yeah, heat it up,
sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a
little grabby.
That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me
that eating
with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard
it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like
taking the crud out.
That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope
that was all right.
I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it
with your little
mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember
what Van said, why
is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks
in here! I love
the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides!
Ken, I'm wearing
a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing.
- Am I? Surf's
up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you
doing?! You know,
I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be
the nicest bee
I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No,
but there are
other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My
nerves are fried from
riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free,
artificial sweeteners
made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was
some kind of
barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr.
Montgomery is about
out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why
he's considered
one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be
all over. Don't
worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like
about bees. - You
got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think
we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? -
Yes. How good?
Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or
two. From what
I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't
your real parents!
- Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's
denouncing bees! Don't
y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he
wants! Oh, I'm hit!!
Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled
by a winged
beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the
only thing they
know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come
forward to suck the
poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the
honeybees versus
the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton
T. Montgomery.
- Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't
matter. What matters
is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs,
in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I
can't explain it.
It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of
course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world.
What will the
humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so
bad. Adam, they
check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The
smoke. Bees don't
smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case!
It is? It's
not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can.
And assuming
you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the
rest of your team?
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make
very good time.
I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of
this court's valuable
time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling
evidence to
support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire
case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We
have a terrific
case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want
a smoking gun?
Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption?
This couldn't
hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or
non?" Is this what
nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps?
Living out our
lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies
and gentlemen,
please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The
court finds in
favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this
means? All the
honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy
perversion of
the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at
a time. Barry,
who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? -
What do you mean?
We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will
you demand as
a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey
that was ours
to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than
a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him
out. He'll have
nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames...
But it's just
a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da
human tea-time snack
garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just
passed three
cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut
down. Shut down
honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting
honey production!
Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how
much honey was
out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home.
They don't know
what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a
cricket. At least we
got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the
greatest thing in the
world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do
it really well.
And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better!
They're doing
nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? -
What did you want
to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting.
Doesn't look
very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees?
Specifically, me.
I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables,
they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire
animal kingdom.
And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south
here, couldn't
it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you,
you step on me.
- That just kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open
my mouth and
talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses
parade in Pasadena.
They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have
to see it. Vanessa,
I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of
Roses. Roses can't
do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they
are. Flowers,
bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down?
Oould you slow down?
Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've
ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I
thought maybe
you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't
want to hear
it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in
this park. All
we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers.
- Repollination!
- Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats
and cotton candy.
Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry,
ma'am. Nice
brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and
the Pea? I could
be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I
believe I'm the pea.
- The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the
marshal. You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do
is blend in with
traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. -
You and your
insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your
shoes? - Remove
your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky,
we'll have just
enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job!
I think this
is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad
weather in New York.
It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll
never make it.
I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like
to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? -
Nothing. Bee! Don't
freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an
attorney? Don't move.
Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please
report to the
cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded.
One's bald, one's
in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This
is JFK control
tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the
pilot? He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there
is. - Who's that?
- Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee.
It's got giant
wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could
it be? Wait,
Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK
Airport, where
a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is
attempting to land
a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the
area and two
individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that
plane. I'm quite
familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your
only hope? Technically,
a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million
times? "The surface
area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're
going live. The
way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let
me tell you
about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to
everyone. That's why
I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind
a fellow. -
Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping
me. - And now
we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out!
Move out! Our
only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not
yelling! We're
in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a
tone. I'm panicking!
I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You
snap out of it.
- You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out
of it! - You snap
out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello?
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. -
Hello. All right,
let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all
cloudy. Oome on.
You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a
27-million-year-old instinct.
Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? -
Get some lights
on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines.
We're going
in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready?
Full reverse!
Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the
flower! That's a fat
guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose
down. Tail up.
Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo,
or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just
drop it. Be a
part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it!
You taught me
how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant
flower? Where? Of
course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This
runway is covered
with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last
chance. We're the
only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment!
What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees!
Keychain! Then follow
me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a
perfect fit. All I
gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a
call, now's
the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan
I help who's
next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese,
it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a
moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I
was already a
blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this
huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I
help who's next?
All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go,
Kenny. - When
will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was
dying to get
out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's
just stop for
a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life
decision during a production
number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.