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  • Rushwrj13
    Rushwrj13 closed this thread because:
    Frequent vandalism
    23:36, February 17, 2018

    Listen, i know you editing my page on this wikia and i saw it and i undo it. And another thing, i know you still holding that grudge about me messing up the psycho kid wiki since mid 2016 and i see you are not over it about me. Listen, this crap has been dealt since December 2016 and i show mister explicit my video and we are friends now on youtube. And i told him to show the video to some users who blame me on the psycho kid wiki about the future and forgetting about this shit about what happen in the psycho kid wikia. yes. i told him to show HeliosVenomMage64 about the video.




    Also you need to get over it about me if you hate me. your really wasting your time right now. You can't keep living in the past and you know it. Also, i stopped watching Jesse's videos since 2016 and now his videos is started to get boring now. So, do yourself a favor and get over it about me and stop editing my page on this wikia.

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    • Well it's obvious you haven't stopped trolling us. http://psychokid.wikia.com/wiki/Message_Wall:SonicAkaJosh27

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    • Dude, i didn't troll the psycho kid. You people need to look at the IP address on that account because i didin't do that shit.

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    • You easily could've used another computer, so don't give us that excuse!

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    • the only computer i used is my old one at my home. no where else. I recently don't know what your talking about. i didn't troll that wikia. i wasn't even on my computer for the past few days because i was sick. 

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    • I'm reporting you. 

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    • Rushwrj13 wrote:
      I'm reporting you. 

      go ahead, i already reported you for editing my page on this wikia. you can't keep living in the past. if you can't get over this about me, then you need to deal with that problem on your own.

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    • Uh, you have a bad history with wiki, so I think they'll take my word over yours. 

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    • Rushwrj13 wrote:
      Uh, you have a bad history with wiki, so I think they'll take my word over yours. 

      Nah, the stuff you edit about me getting the military is not true. Why would i do that?. Your recently acting like a troll now. So, just get over this about me. its a new year now and i don't want this crap to last a whole year. if you can't get over it about me, then deal with the problems your already gotten in to. 

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    • Oh please, stop denying it! 

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    • Oh please, stop blaming this on me.

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    • We have evidence this is all your fault!

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    • How is this my fault when i don't watch Jesse's videos anymore and don't go on the psycho kid wiki anymore after the deal i had with Mister in December 2016 about protending this never happen and forgetting about it. you got no one to blame but yourself.

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    • Just because you don't watch videos anymore doesn't automatically dismiss you from being a suspect. About that deal you had with Mister Explicit, sure you posted those apology videos on your channel, but you break deals all the time!

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    • I can't believe I'm up at 2:15 in the morning arguing with this clown.

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    • I never break any deals to nobody. Not once. I'm not some idiot who edit the page about me and not getting over it about what happened in 2016. Your clearly, the one who edit that article about me and stuff you edit is not true. Beside's i already show Mister proof on this wikia about what you edit. You recently have no business on editing my article on this wikia if you hate me so much.

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    • You got over it for six months...six months! And then you decided to revert to your old ways, where all of us have to deal with your sorry ass hours upon end. 

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    • Six months?. don't you mean December 2016, thats the month and year i got over it.. the trolling part, no i didn't do that. i did not troll that wikia. how long are you guys expecting yourself to keep this up? how long?. Maybe until i'm gone?. maybe until i'm dead?. maybe until my IP addres is blocked forever?. The stuff that i didn't do, i didn't do anything of that crap. next time it happens again, check the IP address. ever try that?.

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    • You came back in mid-2017 as SanicGolexy27

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    • No i didn't. ever check the IP address to reveal the person's real name? ever do that?.

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    • Don't need to, you come back in the same manner and personality to where we always know it's you. 

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    • Wait a second. so It was you. you made those accounts to frame my ass.

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    • Now he's blaming me? What the fuck!

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    • You deny my question at the end about checking that person's IP address. So, it was you. you made those accounts just to frame my ass and let this situation continue.

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    • And by the way, everytime I get a message on my message wall from ANY wikia, regardless of how long ago I left it, it shows up in my message list. 

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    • Uh no, I'm trying to stop this whole situation.

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    • No, i meant continue this situation.

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    • You think I'm the one who made 20+ fake accounts to troll the Psycho Kid Wiki? Really? How dare you! 

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    • You're the one continuing the vandal situation. No wonder everybody hates your guts!

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    • Ok then. The account link you show me, how about you check the IP Address and see who made that account, if you refuse to do it, then i expect that you made those account's to frame me and not getting over it about me. So, whats it gonna be?.

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    • Like I said, you've been reported. 

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    • Just wait til Explicit, Shockwave and Mazano hear about this!

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    • Same goes to you buddy for editing my article on this wikia.

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    • My edit on your article was to expose the truth about your poor choices and habits on the fandom.

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    • Oh, your gonna tell them?.

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    • They won't give a shit that I exposed the truth on your page. 

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    • Are you going to leave us alone? 

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    • Do what you want. I still don't care. Sooner and later, you have to get over it. You can't keep this up forever. thats life.

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    • Same to you!

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    • I already did got over this and pretended this never happen and later on today i found you that you edit my article on this wikia. How long are you guys gonna keep this up. How long?.

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    • How long? Until you decide to permantly stop making alternate accounts.

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    • I'm not making alternate accounts. Check the IP address next time.

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    • Yeah, yeah whatever. Just keep the lies coming. Eventually they'll come back to bite you in the ass when you're blocked.

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    • You will be blocked soon anyway on the next day. I Also notice that ShockwaveDude120 is lying to me. in December 2016 he did say that i'm no longer an enemie to that wikia. he made a wall about it.

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    • He thought you meant business after releasing those apology videos, but we now see that's no longer valid.

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    • The Apology video is still up dude. Besides, Mister knows about it and i told him about that video on that day.

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    • Again, no longer valid. 

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    • Look at the video. mister comment on it you idiot.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAGIrxvn770

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    • But you've made other accounts to vandanize since then. 

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    • Lies.

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    • Keep telling yourself that.

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    • GalaxyWorld27 wrote: Keep telling yourself that.

      Yeah, sure. You do the same, bud!

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    • Pathetic.

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    • You're pathetic, vandalizing wikis just to pass the time. You can deny it all you want, but we have evidence ready to use at any moment.

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    • Keep denying it kid. I'm not the one who edit the person's article and stuff is not true. I would not be talking to you if you haven't edit my youtube article.

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    • idiot.

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    • I so want to give you the middle finger right now. 

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    • And I wouldn't be talking to you had you not flooded my Psycho Kid Wiki message wall on Saturday. 

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    • On Saturday? I didn't.

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    • Like I said. I didn't. and like I said before. You, DarkWarrior, Shockwavedude should check the IP address next time.

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    • And let's not forget about this: http://psychokid.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:39528

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    • I already saw it before. Pathetic.

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    • Pathetic...How? 

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    • The way your showing me this and you think I did it. Get real kid.

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    • You're the one acting like a kid, blaming everybody else for YOUR actions. 

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    • You mean you?.

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    • No you! You don't even know proper grammar! Just look at the top of the page!

      "I saw it and I undo it" Seriously? 

      And by the way, you're HeliosVenomMage64. 

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    • No I'm not.

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    • It's pretty obvious you are/were, with or without a reference.

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    • Nah, try again. I'm not.

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    • Look it doesn't matter. What matters is that you are a lying, manipulative, vandalizing troll who nobody likes, get a life! Nobody except for Jackie is on your side. 

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    • You don't know what your talking about.

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    • I can tell you made those accounts.

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    • Seriously, stop denying your wrongdoings. 

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    • You know this can't last forever right? You have to moved on sometime you know. It's part of life. I just don't want this argument to continue. The shit that I didn't do, your really delusional.

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    • We can do this all night if we have to!

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    • Oh, is that so? Ok then, whatever you say punkass.

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    • I figured. Shockwavedude lied to me about our agreement.

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    • Listen Sonic, I don't know what's going on here, but I have stayed true to my words that I have forgiven you ever since you made that apology. Whatever is going on between you and Rush is none of my business. 

      So I'd appreciate that you don't accuse me of saying I "lied" about our agreement. 

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    • ShockwaveDude120 wrote: Listen Sonic, I don't know what's going on here, but I have stayed true to my words that I have forgiven you ever since you made that apology. Whatever is going on between you and Rush is none of my business. 

      So I'd appreciate that you don't accuse me of saying I "lied" about our agreement. 


      Are you sure you didn't lie to me?

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    • Of course. I am being 100%. I have no reason to be troubling with you. If you claim yourself to not be that other user that's been recently going on other wikis, then I will take your word.

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    • ShockwaveDude120 wrote: Of course. I am being 100%. I have no reason to be troubling with you. If you claim yourself to not be that other user that's been recently going on other wikis, then I will take your word.


      Oh ok. I understand you didn't. My bad. Anyway, I told rush to next time check the IP address if that happens again but he refuse to do it. He is just being a sneaky monkey.

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    • I told him to leave you alone. If he continues to harass you here, then I can't do anything.

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    • Will you stop calling me a monkey. What do you think this is? 

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    • Your a sneaky ass monkey who likes to tell everyone about me and your trying to force them in to this argument. Plus, you can't even check the IP address of that person's account. You refuse to do it.

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    • ShockwaveDude120 wrote: I told him to leave you alone. If he continues to harass you here, then I can't do anything.


      It's ok. I understand.

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    • As I was saying, he has run out of insults! That's why he's calling us "monkeys". 

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    • Why should I run out of insults. I didn't.

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    • GalaxyWorld27 wrote: Why should I run out of insults. I didn't.

      You clearly have.

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    • Sparky 321 wrote:

      GalaxyWorld27 wrote: Why should I run out of insults. I didn't.

      You clearly have.


      No. Get over it.

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    • GalaxyWorld27 wrote:

      Sparky 321 wrote:

      GalaxyWorld27 wrote: Why should I run out of insults. I didn't.

      You clearly have.


      No. Get over it.

      How about you get over the psycho wiki and stop harassing it?

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    • Sparky, do not provoke him. I already told Rush to leave him alone, so I suggest you do the same. 

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    • ShockwaveDude120 wrote: Sparky, do not provoke him. I already told Rush to leave him alone, so I suggest you do the same. 

      That's probably a good idea. I won't talk to him anymore.

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    • Sparky 321 wrote:

      ShockwaveDude120 wrote: Sparky, do not provoke him. I already told Rush to leave him alone, so I suggest you do the same. 

      That's probably a good idea. I won't talk to him anymore.


      Good, now begone you monkey douchebag.

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    • GalaxyWorld27 wrote:

      Sparky 321 wrote:

      ShockwaveDude120 wrote: Sparky, do not provoke him. I already told Rush to leave him alone, so I suggest you do the same. 

      That's probably a good idea. I won't talk to him anymore.


      Good, now begone you monkey douchebag.

      Can we end this? I'm not instigating anything, just trying to end this pointless argument.

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    • Ok if we want to end this then answer this question. Are you gonna get over it?

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    • I've been over it for a long time...

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    • Doesn't seem like it.

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    • Let's just put this to rest. 

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    • Sure until he agrees to get over it.

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    • @Sparky: Just get over it. I don't want to get into any more trouble. 

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    • Alright. I'm done here, then.

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    • FINALLY!!!

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    • Sparky 321 wrote: Alright. I'm done here, then.


      Thank you.

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    • Sparky 321 wrote: Alright. I'm done here, then.


      I can't believe you lied to me. You said your done with this but later, you blame me and think I harass other users. I'm not. I told Grimlock to just moved on and get over it about me. That's all. I just want this to be over. We all want this to be over. You know I hate getting blamed.
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    • http://youtube.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:141577

      All I was simply doing was telling someone else what was happening. I'm not getting involved with any future conflict, unless it is directly affecting me.

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    • SUP NIGxGERS

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    • Jordan505 wrote: SUP NIGxGERS

      Who tf are you?

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    • Ignore him. He's just a vandal here.

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    • ShockwaveDude120 wrote: Ignore him. He's just a vandal here.

      Oh. Makes sense.

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    • TRY ME I WILL RUIN U 

      I WILL TRACK YOU DOWN

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      - 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!
      
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    • Jordan505 wrote:

      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      

      WTF is this?

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      Jordan505 wrote:

      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      

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      WE TRY HARD TO BE NICE

      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      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!
      
        
      Ooming!
      
        
      Hang on a second.
      
        
      Hello?
      
        
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      
        
      - Oan 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!
      
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