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I forgot how much I like this song! I'll see what I can do to turn it into a piano performance.

(It looks like this guy tried, but I can't say I'm really impressed with how it turned out: https://callmedrew.com/sheetmusic/files/TriforceHeroes.pdf)

P.S. am I the only one who downloaded the Triforce Heroes demo just to troll everyone by grabbing one of the players and running away?

Here's a start: https://filebin.net/wknp3pqvmvkzbdcl/Sleding.pdf?t=fxxh13md

It's not much, but it's a start.

Hi,

P.S. I'm trying to figure out what key it's in but i cannot.

...seriously?

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!

 
A

 
Bees must hate those fake things!

 
Nothing worse
than a daffodil that's had work done.

 
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.

 
- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
- I guess.

 
You sure you want to go through with it?

 
Am I sure? When I'm done with
the humans, they won't be able

 
to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
without paying a royalty!

 
It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,

 
where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,

 
we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.

 
What have we gotten into here, Barry?

 
It's pretty big, isn't it?

 
I can't believe how many humans
don't work during the day.

 
You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?

 
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.

 
- What's the matter?
- I don't know, I just got a chill.

 
Well, if it isn't the bee team.

 
You boys work on this?

 
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.

 
All right. Oase number 4475,

 
Superior Oourt of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry

 
is now in session.

 
Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
the five food companies collectively?

 
A privilege.

 
Mr. Benson... you're representing
all the bees of the world?

 
I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we're ready to proceed.

 
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.

 
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

 
my grandmother was a simple woman.

 
Born on a farm, she believed
it was man's divine right

 
to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.

 
If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,

 
just think of what would it mean.

 
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm

 
for the elastic in my britches!

 
Talking bee!

 
How do we know this isn't some sort of

 
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?

 
They could be using laser beams!

 
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,

 
he could be on steroids!

 
Mr. Benson?

 
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.

 
I'm just an ordinary bee.
Honey's pretty important to me.

 
It's important to all bees.
We invented it!

 
We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.

 
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room

 
who think they can take it from us

 
'cause we're the little guys!
I'm hoping that, after this is all over,

 
you'll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have

 
but everything we are!

 
I wish he'd dress like that
all the time. So nice!

 
Oall your first witness.

 
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.

 
I suppose so.

 
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!

 
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.

 
Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.

 
I don't imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?

 
- No.
- I couldn't hear you.

 
- No.
- No.

 
Because you don't free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,

 
it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.

 
They're very lovable creatures.

 
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.

 
You mean like this?

 
Bears kill bees!

 
How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?!

 
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!

 
OK, that's enough. Take him away.

 
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.

 
- Where have I heard it before?
- I was with a band called The Police.

 
But you've never been
a police officer, have you?

 
No, I haven't.

 
No, you haven't. And so here
we have yet another example

 
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human

 
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.

 
Oh, please.

 
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?

 
Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.

 
Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!

 
That's not his real name?! You idiots!

 
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on

 
your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.

 
Thank you. Thank you.

 
I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome

 
with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow.

 
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

 
Not yet it isn't. But is this
what it's come to for you?

 
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't

 
have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?

 
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!

 
This isn't a goodfella.
This is a badfella!

 
Why doesn't someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!

 
- Order in this court!
- You're all thinking it!

 
Order! Order, I say!

 
- Say it!
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!

 
I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.

 
I think the jury's on our side.

 
Are we doing everything right, legally?

 
I'm a florist.

 
Right. Well, here's to a great team.

 
To a great team!

 
Well, hello.

 
- Ken!
- Hello.

 
I didn't think you were coming.

 
No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but... the battery.

 
I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.

 
Oh, that was lucky.

 
There's a little left.
I could heat it up.

 
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

 
So I hear you're quite a tennis player.

 
I'm not much for the game myself.
The ball's a little grabby.

 
That's where I usually sit.
Right... there.

 
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,

 
and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.

 
You think I don't see what you're doing?

 
I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.

 
Do we?

 
Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.

 
That's just what
I was thinking about doing.

 
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.

 
I'm going to drain the old stinger.

 
Yeah, you do that.

 
Look at that.

 
You know, I've just about had it

 
with your little mind games.

 
- What's that?
- Italian Vogue.

 
Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.

 
A lot of ads.

 
Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?

 
Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!

 
I think something stinks in here!

 
I love the smell of flowers.

 
How do you like the smell of flames?!

 
Not as much.

 
Water bug! Not taking sides!

 
Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
This is pathetic!

 
I've got issues!

 
Well, well, well, a royal flush!

 
- You're bluffing.
- Am I?

 
Surf's up, dude!

 
Poo water!

 
That bowl is gnarly.

 
Except for those dirty yellow rings!

 
Kenneth! What are you doing?!

 
You know, I don't even like honey!
I don't eat it!

 
We need to talk!

 
He's just a little bee!

 
And he happens to be
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!

 
Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?

 
No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you're one of them!

 
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

 
My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!

 
Goodbye, Ken.

 
And for your information,

 
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!

 
I'm sorry about all that.

 
I know it's got
an aftertaste! I like it!

 
I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.

 
I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.

 
Are you OK for the trial?

 
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.

 
We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.

 
Good idea! You can really see why he's
considered one of the best lawyers...

 
Yeah.

 
Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic

 
with this jury,
or it's gonna be all over.

 
Don't worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around

 
is to remind them
of what they don't like about bees.

 
- You got the tweezers?
- Are you allergic?

 
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.

 
Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think we'd all like to know.

 
What exactly is your relationship

 
to that woman?

 
We're friends.

 
- Good friends?
- Yes.

 
How good? Do you live together?

 
Wait a minute...

 
Are you her little...

 
...bedbug?

 
I've seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,

 
doesn't your queen give birth
to all the bee children?

 
- Yeah, but...
- So those aren't your real parents!

 
- Oh, Barry...
- Yes, they are!

 
Hold me back!

 
You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson?

 
He's denouncing bees!

 
Don't y'all date your cousins?

 
- Objection!
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!

 
Adam, don't! It's what he wants!

 
Oh, I'm hit!!

 
Oh, lordy, I am hit!

 
Order! Order!

 
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!

 
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!

 
You see? You can't treat them
like equals! They're striped savages!

 
Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!

 
- Adam, stay with me.
- I can't feel my legs.

 
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison

 
from my heaving buttocks?

 
I will have order in this court. Order!

 
Order, please!

 
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race

 
took a pointed turn against the bees

 
yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.

 
- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.

 
- Is there much pain?
- Yeah.

 
I...

 
I blew the whole case, didn't I?

 
It doesn't matter. What matters is
you're alive. You could have died.

 
I'd be better off dead. Look at me.

 
They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.

 
Look, there's
a little celery still on it.

 
What was it like to sting someone?

 
I can't explain it. It was all...

 
All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!

 
All right.

 
You think it was all a trap?

 
Of course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this.

 
What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
just a couple of bugs in this world.

 
What will the humans do to us
if they win?

 
I don't know.

 
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn't sound so bad.

 
Adam, they check in,
but they don't check out!

 
Oh, my.

 
Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?

 
- Why?
- The smoke.

 
Bees don't smoke.

 
Right. Bees don't smoke.

 
Bees don't smoke!
But some bees are smoking.

 
That's it! That's our case!

 
It is? It's not over?

 
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.

 
Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.

 
And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.

 
Mr. Flayman.

 
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

 
Where is the rest of your team?

 
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.

 
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

 
and as a result,
we don't make very good time.

 
I actually heard a funny story about...

 
Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs

 
taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?

 
How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?

 
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges

 
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.

 
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!

 
Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going

 
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.

 
But you can't! We have a terrific case.

 
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?

 
Show me the smoking gun!

 
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?

 
Here is your smoking gun.

 
What is that?

 
It's a bee smoker!

 
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?

 
This couldn't hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.

 
Look at what has happened

 
to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"

 
Is this what nature intended for us?

 
To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines

 
and man-made wooden slat work camps?

 
Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?

 
- What are we gonna do?
- He's playing the species card.

 
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!

 
Free the bees! Free the bees!

 
Free the bees!

 
Free the bees! Free the bees!

 
The court finds in favor of the bees!

 
Vanessa, we won!

 
I knew you could do it! High-five!

 
Sorry.

 
I'm OK! You know what this means?

 
All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.

 
Now we won't have
to work so hard all the time.

 
This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.

 
You'll regret this.

 
Barry, how much honey is out there?

 
All right. One at a time.

 
Barry, who are you wearing?

 
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.

 
- What if Montgomery's right?
- What do you mean?

 
We've been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.

 
Oongratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?

 
First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.

 
Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,

 
every last drop.

 
We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more

 
than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.

 
We're all aware
of what they do in the woods.

 
Wait for my signal.

 
Take him out.

 
He'll have nauseous
for a few hours, then he'll be fine.

 
And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames...

 
But it's just a prance-about stage name!

 
...unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products

 
and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.

 
Oan't breathe.

 
Bring it in, boys!

 
Hold it right there! Good.

 
Tap it.

 
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there's gallons more coming!

 
- I think we need to shut down!
- Shut down? We've never shut down.

 
Shut down honey production!

 
Stop making honey!

 
Turn your key, sir!

 
What do we do now?

 
Oannonball!

 
We're shutting honey production!

 
Mission abort.

 
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.

 
Adam, you wouldn't believe
how much honey was out there.

 
Oh, yeah?

 
What's going on? Where is everybody?

 
- Are they out celebrating?
- They're home.

 
They don't know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.

 
I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.

 
At least we got our honey back.

 
Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn't?

 
It's the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.

 
This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.

 
And now...

 
Now I can't.

 
I don't understand
why they're not happy.

 
I thought their lives would be better!

 
They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
Honey really changes people.

 
You don't have any idea
what's going on, do you?

 
- What did you want to show me?
- This.

 
What happened here?

 
That is not the half of it.

 
Oh, no. Oh, my.

 
They're all wilting.

 
Doesn't look very good, does it?

 
No.

 
And whose fault do you think that is?

 
You know, I'm gonna guess bees.

 
Bees?

 
Specifically, me.

 
I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.

 
It's notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

 
That's our whole SAT test right there.

 
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.

 
And then, of course...

 
The human species?

 
So if there's no more pollination,

 
it could all just go south here,
couldn't it?

 
I know this is also partly my fault.

 
How about a suicide pact?

 
How do we do it?

 
- I'll sting you, you step on me.
- Thatjust kills you twice.

 
Right, right.

 
Listen, Barry...
sorry, but I gotta get going.

 
I had to open my mouth and talk.

 
Vanessa?

 
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?

 
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.

 
They've moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.

 
It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.

 
Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.

 
I know. Me neither.

 
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.

 
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

 
Roses!

 
Vanessa!

 
Roses?!

 
Barry?

 
- Roses are flowers!
- Yes, they are.

 
Flowers, bees, pollen!

 
I know.
That's why this is the last parade.

 
Maybe not.
Oould you ask him to slow down?

 
Oould you slow down?

 
Barry!

 
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.

 
Yes, it kind of is.

 
I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you

 
with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.

 
Actually, it's completely closed down.

 
I thought maybe you were remodeling.

 
But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.

 
I don't want to hear it!

 
All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.

 
I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.

 
All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got.

 
- Bees.
- Park.

 
- Pollen!
- Flowers.

 
- Repollination!
- Across the nation!

 
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.

 
They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.

 
Security will be tight.

 
I have an idea.

 
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

 
Official floral business. It's real.

 
Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.

 
Thank you. It was a gift.

 
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.

 
How about The Princess and the Pea?

 
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!

 
Yes, I got it.

 
- Where should I sit?
- What are you?

 
- I believe I'm the pea.
- The pea?

 
It goes under the mattresses.

 
- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.

 
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!

 
Let's see what this baby'll do.

 
Hey, what are you doing?!

 
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...

 
...without arousing suspicion.

 
Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.

 
Stop! Security.

 
- You and your insect pack your float?
- Yes.

 
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?

 
Would you remove your shoes?

 
- Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me.

 
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.

 
Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.

 
Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!

 
I think this is gonna work.

 
It's got to work.

 
Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.

 
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.

 
It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.

 
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.

 
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.

 
Be careful.

 
Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?

 
I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.

 
Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.

 
- What'd you say, Hal?
- Nothing.

 
Bee!

 
Don't freak out! My entire species...

 
What are you doing?

 
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
- Who's an attorney?

 
Don't move.

 
Oh, Barry.

 
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.

 
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?

 
And please hurry!

 
What happened here?

 
There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.

 
One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!

 
- Is that another bee joke?
- No!

 
No one's flying the plane!

 
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?

 
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.

 
Where's the pilot?

 
He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.

 
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?

 
As a matter of fact, there is.

 
- Who's that?
- Barry Benson.

 
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

 
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.

 
It's got giant wings, huge engines.

 
I can't fly a plane.

 
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
- Yes.

 
How hard could it be?

 
Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.

 
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,

 
where a suspenseful scene
is developing.

 
Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...

 
That's Barry!

 
...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers

 
and an incapacitated flight crew.

 
Flowers?!

 
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls

 
with absolutely no flight experience.

 
Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.

 
I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.

 
They've done enough damage.

 
But isn't he your only hope?

 
Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.

 
Their wings are too small...

 
Haven't we heard this a million times?

 
"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."

 
- Get this on the air!
- Got it.

 
- Stand by.
- We're going live.

 
The way we work may be a mystery to you.

 
Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.

 
But let me tell you about a small job.

 
If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.

 
More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.

 
That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.

 
That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.

 
We get behind a fellow.

 
- Black and yellow!
- Hello!

 
Left, right, down, hover.

 
- Hover?
- Forget hover.

 
This isn't so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

 
Barry, what happened?!

 
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.

 
- That may have been helping me.
- And now we're not!

 
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.

 
All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!

 
Move out!

 
Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!

 
Don't have to yell.

 
I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.

 
It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!

 
It's not a tone. I'm panicking!

 
I can't do this!

 
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!

 
You snap out of it.

 
You snap out of it.

 
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!

 
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!

 
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!

 
- Hold it!
- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.

 
How is the plane flying?

 
I don't know.

 
Hello?

 
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?

 
The Pollen Jocks!

 
They do get behind a fellow.

 
- Black and yellow.
- Hello.

 
All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.

 
Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?

 
No, nothing. It's all cloudy.

 
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.

 
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.

 
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 
Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.

 
- What?
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.

 
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

 
Bring the nose down.

 
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 
- What in the world is on the tarmac?
- Get some lights on that!

 
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 
- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
- OK.

 
Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?

 
Affirmative!

 
Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.

 
Land on that flower!

 
Ready? Full reverse!

 
Spin it around!

 
- Not that flower! The other one!
- Which one?

 
- That flower.
- I'm aiming at the flower!

 
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower

 
made of millions of bees!

 
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.

 
Rotate around it.

 
- This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly.

 
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?

 
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!

 
Just drop it. Be a part of it.

 
Aim for the center!

 
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!

 
Oome on, already.

 
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!

 
- Yes. No high-five!
- Right.

 
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?

 
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!

 
- Thank you.
- But we're not done yet.

 
Listen, everyone!

 
This runway is covered
with the last pollen

 
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.

 
That means this is our last chance.

 
We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.

 
If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?

 
Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?

 
We're bees!

 
Keychain!

 
Then follow me! Except Keychain.

 
Hold on, Barry. Here.

 
You've earned this.

 
Yeah!

 
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

 
Oh, yeah.

 
That's our Barry.

 
Mom! The bees are back!

 
If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.

 
I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!

 
Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who's next?

 
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.

 
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!

 
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!

 
I had no idea.

 
Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?

 
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.

 
Sorry I'm late.

 
He's a lawyer too?

 
I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.

 
Have a great afternoon!

 
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.

 
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.

 
You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?

 
All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.

 
Thank you, Barry!

 
That bee is living my life!

 
Let it go, Kenny.

 
- When will this nightmare end?!
- Let it all go.

 
- Beautiful day to fly.
- Sure is.

 
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.

 
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.

 
- Thinking bee!
- Me?

 
Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.

 
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?

 
I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!

 
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.

 
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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