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Chapter 1, The tranquility of Derpibooru city
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Dex Stewart
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@Officer Hotpants  
I guess I should consider myself lucky,my grandparents let me watch alot that other kids couldn’t. Goosebumps was off limits to most kids,and PR,and later Family Guy. Billy and Mandy and Robot Chicken,too. I also got to see The Shining when I was eleven.  
I guess my grandmother saw past the superficial parts of PR and saw the characters were role models and they were inspiring me.
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@Dex Stewart  
Not the first time, it wasn’t. My mother is ferociously sex negative. So much so that it’s a mystery how my brother & I were even born. So you can imagine her reaction when Dulcea showed up. Funny thing is that I was years away from puberty and didn’t understand she was sexy, nor would I have cared. My first experience of the movie was enjoying it and then my mom being mad at me for no reason and punishing me by taking my new movie away.
Dex Stewart
Chatty Kirin - A user who has reached a combined 1000 forum posts or comments.
Boot badge - It's Bootiful
Fried Chicken - Attended an april fools event
Artist -
Liberty Belle - Sings the song of the unchained

Ecto-Phase,Activate!
@Havoc  
Or you know,you could read a good movie.  
In a time of great strife, a  
legendary interdimensional being  
known as Zordon, came to the city  
of Angel Grove to establish a  
vanguard in the never ending  
struggle against evil. with the  
aid of his trusted assistant,  
Alpha 5, the noble master sought  
out six extraordinary teenagers  
and gave them the power to  
transform into an unstoppable  
fighting force. In time of great  
need, the young heroes could now  
call upon colossal assault  
vehicles known as “Zords”. while  
the identity of the six remained  
a guarded secret, their  
courageous exploits soon became  
the stuff of Legend, earning them  
the title… The Mighty Morphin  
Power Rangers.
 
Whoo-hoo! - Come on, we’re outta here! - Easy, Rocky. All right, guys, we’re 15 seconds from the drop zone. All right, pinheads, the Stealth Eagle’s about to fly. Ditto for the Swooping Swallow. Well, lead on, flyboys. - That’s a lotta air! - After you, Skull! What are you? Crazy? This was your idea! Hey, guys. You might wanna slip those on. Good idea. We’re three seconds away from the target zone. Aisha, you’re on! Yes! Stylin’! On your tail! Whoo! All systems go! Banzai! Whoo-hoo! - Show ‘em your stuff. - You got it. Surf’s up! Whoo-hoo! Yeah! Catch you on the flip side.
 
Soldiers #  
Keep on warrin’ #  
World #  
Keep on turnin’ #  
Cos it won’t be too long #  
Powers #  
Keep on lyin’ #  
While your people #  
Keep on dyin’ #  
World #  
Keep on turnin’ #  
Cos it won’t be too long #  
Yeah! All right! All right, guys, let’s break!
 
Gonna keep on tryin’ #  
Till I reach the highest ground #  
With the arrival of Ryan”s Comet two days away, the Angel Grove jump-a~~thon will breathe new life into the old observatory. Tickets to see the comet are at the Fire Department booth. Now, folks, raise your eyes to the skies, cos here comes the team from Angel Grove High! All right, Dad, pay close attention. This is how the pros do it. ~~ I didn’t do so bad. - You landed in the parking lot. - It was embarrassing. - Well… The first of the team is beginning his final approach. It”s Adam! As he rounds the turn, he looks awful low… but he pulls up just in time and hits the target dead centre. Right behind him is skydiver Billy… who manages a perfect landing! Skydiver number three is Kimberly! Her landing is flawless! And here comes Rocky… who lands right on target! Here comes Aisha! She makes it a perfect five out of five landing and ties the 1986 record. So now it”s all up to Tommy Oliver. Can he make it six for six? Yeah! Go, Tommy! He”s making his final approach. Looks a bit wide, but still OK. Almost to the ground now. Can he do it? He does! The Angel Grove team sets a new city record! Way to go, guys! - Let’s go. - OK. Remember, folks, Ryan”s Comet will be passing in just two days. - Looking good up there. - Thanks. Maybe next time you can join us. Really? Could I? Yeah, well, we’ll talk about that, Fred… in about 10 or 12 years, all right? Congratulations, Tommy. The observatory just got a new lease on life. - Yeah. Thanks, man. Awesome. - Ryan’s Comet is passing over in two days! - Guys, we did it! - That was awesome, Tommy. - Wonderful. - Thanks, guys. You too, man. - Hey, has anybody seen Bulk and Skull? Ernie’s is serving a free dessert with lunch. They probably landed on the roof. Hurry up. We’re runnin’ out of fuel. I gotta be the eagle. I’m gonna be the eagle! Be the swallow! - Be the swallow. - Come on, baby! Let go of me! I want my mommy! Rock and roll!
 
The mountain is high #  
The valley is low #  
And you’re confused on  
which way to go #
 
So I’ve come here to  
give you a hand #
 
And lead you into the promised land #  
  • Air time! - Up and away!
     
    Come on and take it be my side #  
    Come on and take a tree ride #  
  • Let’s take a shortcut. - Right behind you!
     
    Come on and take a free ride #  
    Come on and take it by my side #  
    Hey, this doesn’t look like the target landing zone! Where’s the free food? You idiot! Your screaming threw off the Stealth Eagle’s sense of direction. Stealth Eagle? Lame duck is more like it. - Hey! - Uh-oh. - You guys, what do you think you’re doing? - Uh… We’re from the Angel Grove Building Inspector’s office. Yeah. That building’s supposed to be over there! And what’s that man doing without proper foot protection? - Who’s in charge around here, huh? - Huh? - Huh? - Huh? Hey, Dave! Come and have a look at this. Go on, Dave. - That was a close one. - Uh-huh. - You hungry? - Always. What in the world is this? It sure as heck ain’t DWP. Let’s get a crane in here. OK, take it up! Incredible. What do you think it is? No… idea. Aaaaarrgghh! John, you all right? Hey, guys, let’s get somethin’ to eat. Hang on. Let’s go over there. - What’s up, Alpha? - Rangers, Zordon needs you. It”s urgent. We’re on our way. Aye-yai-yai-yai! The subtronic interphasers are short-circuiting. I have to find a way to alternate the frequency modulators. What’s goin’ on? A massive surge of evil energy is overloading our sensors. Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai! Rangers, you must act swiftly. - The planet is in grave danger. - Danger from what? known as Ivan Ooze ruled the world with a reign of unparalleled terror. He was on the verge of completing construction of his ultimate weapons: the Ecto-Morphicon Titans, twin machines capable of enslaving the entire universe. What happened to him? A group of warriors like yourselves lured him to into a hyperlock chamber and buried him deep underground. But now the chamber has been accidentally uncovered. You must return it to the depths before it is opened and Ivan is released. His Ecto-Morphicons were buried near the chamber. If Ivan escapes, he’ll find them. Use extreme caution, Rangers. You’re dealing with an evil that is beyond all imagination. - What do I care about some stupid egg? - This is no ordinary egg! - Well, I say we hard-boil the thing! - I’m with her. I’m hungry. - That’s cos you’re a pig! - Hey, Kurt, take a look at this. No need to wake him. In fact, why don’t you take a little nap yourself? Yeah, I could do that. I just choose not to. Zip your lips. After 2,000 years of searching… you are finally within my grasp. And now… let’s crack this egg. Excellent. Yuck! What?! You spent 2,000 years looking for a tub of snot?! Patience, motor-mouth. Watch. Yes! Cool! Ladies and gentlemen! The Ooze is back! Yeah! - He’s so handsome! - Why, thank you. I am Lord Zedd, sworn enemy of all that is good and decent. - It is a supreme honour to finally meet you. - How can I ever repay you? Do you recall the name Zordon of Eltar? I think he’s heard of him. I want you to destroy Zordon… so that my evil may once again reign supreme! I will not only destroy him… I will obliterate his entire legacy. It will be as if Zordon of Eltar never existed! Finally, a real man! We shall leave you to weave your evil ways. Let’s go, Rita. What is that odious stench? Smells like… teenagers. Anybody see anything? Let’s take a look up there. Ugh! What is it? It reeks. Hey! What are you kids doin’ here? You haven’t seen a morphological being lurking around here? - A morphological being? - Yeah. What the heck is that? Wait a second. Did it look something like this? - Ew, gross! - Too kind. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the galactically feared, globally reviled, universally despised… They call me Ivan Ooze. Well, pack your bags, cos we’re sending you back where you came from. Gee, a teenager with a big mouth. Not much has changed in 6,000 years. You obviously don’t know who you’re dealing with, Mr Raisin Head. - Really? - Yeah. We’re the Power Rangers. Where’s my autograph book? Ha! Power Rangers, huh? So Zordon’s still usin’ a bunch of kids to do his dirty work. Well… meet my kids! Ew. From this moment forth the world as you know it shall cease to exist! Welcome to my nightmare! Bye-bye, kiddies! He’s gone. - What are we gonna do? There’s plenty of room down there. Go, guys! - Let’s take these beasts! - Spread out! Welcome to my nightmare.
     
    Action boy now #  
    Action girl now #  
    Be prepared to climb  
    another mountain # Ever play Kick The Can?
     
    Action boy now #  
    Action girl now #  
    Be prepared to surf across  
    the ocean # Kiss and make up.
     
    To fill your plate #  
    Be prepared #  
    Don’t hesitate #  
    Be prepared #  
    For a great big bust #  
    Be prepared #  
    To do what you must #  
    Be prepared #  
    To take a hit #  
    Let me get the door.
     
    Be prepared #  
    For a sneak attack #  
    You ooze, you lose. Sit down! See ya! Right behind you, Kimberly. - Are you OK? - Yeah. Adam! They got us cornered! We can’t hold them off! There’s too many of ‘em. - Let’s do it, guys! It’s morphin’ time! Pterodactyl! Triceratops! Tyrannosaurus! Mastodon! Sabre-toothed tiger! White tiger!
     
    Go, go, Power Rangers #  
    Go, go, Power Rangers #  
    Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #  
  • Where’d they go? - Keep your eyes peeled. Heads up, guys! Over there! - Careful. It could be a trap. - Right. Let’s go. Alpha, my sensors tell me the Rangers were too late. - Ivan is on his way here. - Don’t worry. Nobody enters the command centre without a power coin. Well, almost nobody. Hey, pretty fancy-schmancy. I guess if you invest your money well over 60 centuries, you can buy something pretty nice. Uh-oh. Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai-yai-yai… You haven’t changed, Ooze. You’re still picking on creatures smaller than yourself. Put a sock in it, Z! 10 minutes out of the egg and I’m listening to one of your lectures. You locked me into your stuffy hyperlock chamber and tossed me away in the depths like yesterday’s trash. You any idea what it’s like to be locked up in a rotten egg for 6,000 years? It’s boring. Not to mention I’ve had a charley horse since the Renaissance. - You won’t get away with this, Ooze. - You robbed me of my prime. I was the supreme ruler of the most foul empire in the universe. And now… it’s time to pay the piper. Oh, the things that I have missed! The Black Plague! The Spanish Inquisition! The Brady Bunch reunion! This place gives me the creeps. I heard that. I’ve got a bad feelin’ about this place. Anybody see anything? - We need some light. Activating power beam. - They gotta be around here somewhere. - Activating power scope. Talk to me, Rocky. What do we got? I don’t know what these purple creeps are made of, but I can’t lock ‘em down. All right. Stay alert. - Over there! - Let’s power up! Right! Here they come! You guys make me sick, sick, sick! Back off! Have a nice flight! Later, dudes. It’s gonna be one messy night. - Up and over? - Let’s do it! Rocky, behind you! Goin’ airborne! These guys don’t know when to quit. Double whammy? You’re on. Uh-oh! Whoaaaa! That does it. Stegastinger! Did you miss me? Pterodactyl Thunderwhip! Have a nice trip! See you next fall. Bye-bye. Gotta love it. Hold on, Aisha! One, two, three, four, five, six! Aisha! - You OK? - They’re tough. - Let’s finish these purple parasites. - You said it. I want you guys to meet Saba. Uh-oh! Yeah! Now let’s go find Ivan. Hey, what’s happening? We’re losing power. - What’s goin’ on? - Alpha, come in. - Something’s wrong. - We’d better get back. Let’s go, guys. Oh, no. - Ooze. Let’s get it open. Look at this place. I can’t believe it. What happened here? Oh, no. Zordon! What’s happening to him? Outside of his time warp, he’s dying. He needs power. Rangers. Thank goodness you are safe. Come on, we gotta get you back inside. I’m afraid that is impossible. The power has been destroyed. It is gone. The Zords… the weapons… all of it. The Power Rangers are no more. Ivan Ooze has won. - We’re losing him. - Zordon, you can’t leave us! Ever since you came into our lives, you’ve been like a father to us all. You must be strong. Rangers! Alpha. - Are you OK? - I’ll be fine. There may be a power that can save Zordon. - What power? - It is on the distant planet of Phaedos. It’s very dangerous. All who have tried for it have perished. - But we have to try, Alpha. - Zordon’s life force will not last long. - You won’t have much time. - How can we get it? Maybe if I can download the last plasmatic morphing gem into the transport core, I might have just enough power to get you there. - But there won’t be any left to get you back. - So, how do we get back? We have to hope that the power is there. Zordon’s life depends on it. - Are you ready? - Yeah. We may not have our powers, but we’re still the Power Rangers. Remember, Rangers, Zordon doesn’t have much time. Oh, no! Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai! Please hold on, Zordon! I can’t believe it! How could he let them slip through his hands?! He’s no better than the rest of the hired help! Oh, give it a rest. - Hi, honey, I’m home! - You egg-sucking purple pinhead! The Rangers are going after the great power! I thought you said this guy was the master of disaster! He’s nothing but a slime-infested jelly doughnut! Finally someone shut her up. Your feebleness is staggering. You obviously need a vacation. I think circumstances force us to choose a new leader… and I pick… me! Who does this clown think he’s dealing with? The bogeyman is taking over. No one double-crosses Lord Zedd and lives! Oh, stop it! It tickles! My turn. Way to go, bonehead! You can’t trust anyone in this galaxy! - I love snow globes. Earthquake! Earthquake! Now you have a choice. You either serve me… or you can join these insufferable dingledorks! - Goldar, get us out of here! - Don’t listen to that purple booger! Don’t you dare betray me! - We never liked those dingledorks. You said it. They stink. So… what are we going to do about the Power Rangers, oh my hideous one? Ah, yes. The Power Rangers. - Good distance. - Yeah. Shut your beaks! Now, my Tengu Warriors, you will fly to Phaedos, you will find the Power Rangers and you will tear them apart! Go sic ‘em, Tweety! Happy hunting! Wow. My gosh. Look at this place. You guys! Over here! Quick! Whoa. Looks like somebody had a bad day. - What is it? - I think the question is “What was it?” Definitely not the welcoming committee, that’s for sure. Come on, guys, we got a job to do. Taking over the world is one thing. Finding good help to run it for you, that’s the killer. Would you like me to make a few calls? No need. I’m going to recruit the parents of Angel Grove. No offence, boss, but they might find you a little disgusting. Well, I suppose you’d be the experts on that. - You forget. I’m a master of disguise. - How could I forget? I never knew. First I’ll turn them into zombies and then order them to dig up my Ecto-Morphicons. How you gonna do that? By showing them the wonders of being wicked with a little bit of Ivan’s ooze. Ooh! Finally I get to finish what I started 6,000 years ago! Little do they know my weapons of destruction lie buried beneath their feet. - Stop it! Get to work! Yes, Your Royal Heinous Highness. Hey. You OK? I was just thinking about Zordon. You know, everything we’ve been through together. Look, he’s gonna make it. We’ll find this power and then send that slimeball Ivan Ooze back to the sewer he crawled out of. Come on. What the heck was that? Get down! Let’s move! Look out! They’re everywhere! Take cover! Back off. - Know the funny thing about morphin’? - What? You don’t appreciate it till you can’t do it! Kimberly, behind you! Hang on, Kimberly! Somebody help me! - They’re too strong! - We need our powers! Let me go, Big Bird! That was amazing. Thanks. If you want to thank me, go back to wherever it is you came from. - We can’t. - We were told there was a great power here. - Is it true? - Yes. The ground is littered with the bones of those who have tried for it and failed. Well, we’re different. We won’t fail. Leave Phaedos… before it’s too late. Look, we don’t want any trouble. Our leader Zordon got hurt… Zordon? Did you say Zordon? You know Zordon? Who are you? I am Dulcea, master warrior of the planet Phaedos. What has happened to Zordon? He was attacked by this cosmic being named Ivan Ooze. - Ivan Ooze is free? - You’ve heard of him? Ivan Ooze is a monster. If we don’t hurry, your planet is doomed. Follow me. Alpha, I am deeply concerned about the Rangers. Please, Zordon, save your strength. You need to rest. We must try to communicate with them. It is possible I can help them. If I could locate a vertical deflector, we could make contact through the viewing globe. Please… please hurry. Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai! Hold on. Guys and girls, girls and guys, gather round and feast your eyes. I promise you all, you just can’t lose, when you’ve got your own supply of Ivan’s ooze. What are we supposed to do with it? - Show it to parents, show it to friends. When you’ve got your ooze, the fun never ends. This is kinda gross. You may have heard that looks can be deceiving. I’m sure that when you’ve tried it, you all will be believing. And did I mention it’s free? - I’ll take some. - Here you go. Who else? OK, there’s enough for everybody. Take it home in boxes, take it home in cases. If your parents try to stop you, just throw it in their faces! Dulcea, where are you taking us? You shall know soon enough. We have to hurry. Zordon won’t last much longer. Wow. Amazing. What is this place? These are the ancient ruins of the Ninjetti Temple. There, beyond the Niola Jungle, is the monolith. Inside awaits the power of the universe. The monolith is heavily guarded against intruders. No one has ever survived an attempt to reach it. Then how can we? You were chosen by Zordon. I have faith in his wisdom. Can you help us? We will call upon the sacred animals of the Ninjetti for help. Fred! There, that should do it. Let’s give it a whirl! Police have been fielding hundreds of calls from concerned citizens as the number of missing parents continues to grow. Hi, folks. Ivan Ooze here. Are you bored with your work? Are you bored with your life? Then come on down to Ooze City and let”s get sticky! Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai! Ivan’s evil plot is taking shape. I just hope they’re not too late. Buried deep within each of us is an animal spirit waiting to be released. Close your eyes and look deep inside. Aisha, you are the bear, fierce and unstoppable. Rocky, powerful, smart, you are the mighty ape. Billy, you are the wolf, cunning and swift. Agile Kimberly, light as a feather, you are the crane. Adam… - Adam, what’s wrong? - I’m a frog. Yes, a frog. Like the one you kiss… to get a handsome prince. And you, Tommy, are the falcon, winged lord of the skies. To be in harmony with a sacred animal spirit is to have the force of the Ninjetti. To those who are Ninjetti, anything is possible. But… I am afraid you must do this on you own. You’re not coming with us, Dulcea? If only I could. One step beyond this plateau and I would begin to age as rapidly as Zordon is now. The strength is inside you. Trust it. Your sacred animals will be your guide. May your animal spirits watch over you. Dad? Dad? Dad? Where are you? I forgot how slow parents are. I thought my Ecto-Morphicons would be dug up by now. Oh, Goldie, I’m bored. Let’s have some fun. Hey, you! Dance. Do the swim. Ballet! Hey. Hey, boss! They’re back! Ah! My Tengu. Stop your screeching. - How did you fare? - It couldn’t have gone better. Threw one of ‘em off a mountain, one into a ragin’ river. So, they’ve all been destroyed? - Well, we were about to destroy them, but… - What? You didn’t kill them? You call yourself Tengu warriors? You’re more like Tengu turkeys! I’ll have you all stuffed and roasted! But, master, there was this monster with these huge sticks and it kept twirling them… Sticks? Did these sticks have a whistling sound? It was more like nails on a chalkboard. Dulcea. That miserable, manipulating, loathsome she-devil of a witch! If she leads them to the great power, everything will be ruined. - Do you want us to take another whack at it? - How about takin’ another quack at it? No time to waste. My Ecto-Morphicon machines must be unearthed by sundown. It’s time. Man, this jungle goes on for ever. We’ve gotta keep movin’, guys. Zordon’s time is runnin’ out. Dad! Dad! Hey, Dad! Dad, what’s wrong with you? It’s me - Fred. Dad, we gotta get outta here! Hey, you! Get back to work! Yeah! Pick up those rocks! Tote that barge! Lift that bale! Put your weak backs into it! Yeah, I had a weak back about a week back. Feast your eyes on the exoskeleton of the Barbaric Hornitor! The Dreaded Scorpitron should be close by. Once my lovely little Ecto-Morphicon machines are up and running, spreading ooze throughout the world, I shall annihilate Angel Grove, and then… the universe!
     
    We’re takin’ over the world!  
    We’re takin’ over the world # What is this place? Looks like some kind of graveyard. I wonder what happened. Personally, I’d rather not find out. - Welcome to Jurassic Park. Very funny, Adam. Aisha, get outta there! Rocky! Uh-oh. Wait for me! - Tommy! - Hang on! Tommy! All right, bonehead! - Tommy, hang on! - Whoa! Whoa! Tommy! Whoa! Hold on tight, Tommy! Yo, fossil head! I’ve got a bone to pick with you! Huh? Whoa! Are you OK? - Yeah, I’m fine. - Biology finally paid off for you, huh? We should get outta here before he pulls himself together. Yeah. You there! Let’s show a little initiative! And you, get your rear in gear! Pick up the pace! We haven’t got all day! - Hey, boss, construction is completed. Yeah, when’s lunch? Parents of Angel Grove! You have completed my Ecto-Morphicons! But, frankly, I’m sick of your ugly faces and your dull personalities. Yeah! You will return to the construction site and leap to your doom. - Leap to your doom. - Bye-bye. Bye-bye! Aloha! Arrivederci! - Dad! Hasta la vista, baby. See ya! Wouldn’t wanna be ya! Ciao. See ya later, alligator. Finally, the moment of truth! Mordant, let the ooze flow! Comin’ right up. Ooze, give my creatures life! Life, I tell you! Life! Excellent! Now my machines will destroy the city! Wow. Hey, guys, check this out. Incredible. Let’s go, guys. Nice and easy. What do you think? Wait here. Tommy! - What now? - Ninjetti! - Falcon! - The frog! - The ape! - The crane! - The wolf! - Bear! These things are made of rock. These guys are strong. Yikes. Back off, boulder breath! Hang tight, Adam! Ever play leapfrog? - Adam! - Hang on, Rocky! Hey, lava head! Thanks, Adam. Thought I was finished. That’s one down, and three to go. Whoa! Somebody help! Let’s talk about this. Guess not. Come on, roll! Hang on, Kimberly! They’re strong, but they’re not too smart. Help me push. Right. Let’s rock his world. What is this, pick-on-the-frog day? - Hey, Adam, could you use a hand? - The thought crossed my mind. Adam! Elevator goin’ up. Elevator goin’ down. Talk about a splitting headache. Whoa! That was close. - All right. Ready? - Yeah. Go! Ninjetti corkscrew kick! Eightball, corner pocket! What now? - Whoa. What’s happening? Look. The great power. The sacred animals. New Zords! - We did it! - Our morphers are on line. - We got the power! - Hang on, Zordon! - We’re on our way. - Let’s do it. Good luck, Rangers. Citizens of Angel Grove, how do you like my friends, huh? The boys are back in town! Long live the King of Ooze! The mayor has declared a state of emergency. He”s asked that the city be immediately evacuated. Angel Grove has never before known… Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai! Ivan’s evil machines are destroying Angel Grove! Alpha… keep trying. Where are the Power Rangers? I love the smell of destruction in the evening. Me, too. What’s that smell? Inconceivable. The Power Rangers! - Oh, man! Look at this mess. - This is Ivan’s handiwork. - Let’s get back to the command centre. - Wait. What was that? I think we’re about to find out. Look! - Whoa. What is that thing? - Ivan’s been busy while we were away. Whoa! - What’s that? There’s another one. And it’s even uglier. - Whoa. - We’ve gotta stop these things. - We’ve got new Ninja Zords. Let’s use ‘em! - Right! Ninja crane Zord! Ninja wolf Zord! Ninja frog Zord! Ninja ape Zord! Ninja bear Zord! Ninja falcon Zord! Uh-oh! - Check it out! - Ninja Zords! Cool! - Yes! - Awesome! Oh, no! It’s the Zords! Ah, Zords, schmords. I’ll crush ‘em like roaches. - Let’s do it! - Right! Ninja Zords power up! Ready to ride. Yes! - All systems on line. - Activating weapon systems. - Nice stereo. - We’re outta here! Leap to our doom. Leap to our doom.
     
    Uh-oh, we’re in trouble #  
    Something’s come along  
    and it’s burst our bubble #
     
    Yeah, yeah #  
    Hey, everyone! Listen up! You all think this is one big party, don’t you? - Yeah! - Well, you’ve all been brainwashed. Ivan’s taking over the planet and he’s using all of us in his plans! - And he’s got our parents. - What are you talking about? Look, Ivan Ooze is evil. And if you don’t come with me right now, our parents are gonna die! You gotta believe me! Rangers, I’m over the east quadrant. My sensors are pickin’ up a disturbance. I’m goin’ in. Somebody call for an exterminator? I’ve got a lock. Rockets away! I’ve been hit! I’m pullin’ out! Don’t worry, Tommy, Frog Zord is in position. We got ‘em now, boss. Touch me again, you’ll be chicken wings in the morning. Tongue-tied and twisted. Yee-hah! Bad move, sparky. You play with fire, you’re gonna get burned. - I need backup! I”m on my way! Wolf Zord approaching target. Keep him tied up. I’m loading hydraulics. I’m losin’ him! Here goes! All right! Got him. Time to boogie with the bear. Whoa! I’ve been hit hard! Ape Zord locked on target. Yee-hah! Ride ‘em, cowboy! - Hang in there, Rocky! - I’m hangin’! I’m hangin’! Come on! We’ll take the monorail! Let’s get down to the construction site! All right, guys, I’ve got a lock on the ooze man. Ah! Here comes that cute little Pink Ranger to the rescue. Oh, you think she’s cute too, huh? - One order of toasted slime comin’ up. - So, you wanna play, huh? Ivan’s got me in an electromagnetic deadlock! I can’t break free! Hang on, Kimberly! I’m getting airsick up here! My stabilisers have ruptured! I can’t hold on much longer! - I’m burning up in here! Kimberly, use your thrusters! Right! Now, which button? Aaaaaggghhh! - I’ll deal with you later. - Yeah, later. Ah. Oozed. I’m losing my grip! I can’t hold on much longer! Falcon Zord is back in the game. Adam, disengage. I’ve got a clear shot! He’s all yours. All right, big guy, it’s lights out for you. Rockets away! - He’s outta there! - Target neutralised. Let’s get the other one. He’s too strong! I can’t take him down! Everybody close in. This street’s a dead end. They’ve destroyed my beautiful creation. Now I’m beginning to get really angry! Oh, I’m gonna be sick. I feel big again! Go get ‘em, booger man! Whoa. Somebody call a plastic surgeon. Oh, no! I’m outta here! Time for a little swordplay. - He destroyed the monorail track. - We need Ninja Megazord power now! Ninja Megazord, power up! Monorail’s in trouble. I’ll complete docking sequence later. We”ll take care of Ivan.
     
    Go, go, Power Rangers #  
    Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #  
    Crane Zord locked on. Checking out. Ninja battle mode now! - Activating Ninja Megazord battle mode. - Power Sword, now! Shall we tango? - Oh, no. - What is that? - The track’s broken! - Oh, no! Hang on, kids. - Falcon Zord is comin’ in for a landin’. - Everybody hang on! All right! Yeah! Whoo! Good luck, kids. Power Sword has been destroyed. - Pressure’s dropping! - Negative control! - Tommy, we need your help! - Hang tight, guys. I’m on my way. - Everybody hang on! Next stop, Angel Grove First National. Whoaaa! Brace for impact! - All systems down! - He’s closing in! - Tommy, get your butt down here! - Comin’ in to complete the sequence. Ninja Falcon Megazord! Let’s get Ooze outta here before he destroys everything. - I’ll set a course for outer space. - Good idea. Let’s do it! You can run, but you can’t hide. Yee-hah! Leap to our doom. Leap to our doom. Leap to our doom. Leap to our doom. It’s our parents! You guys try and stop them. And you two come with me. - Guys, I think I know a way to get rid of Ivan. - Really? How? - Ryan’s Comet. - Billy, that’s brilliant! - What? - We get Ivan in the comet’s path… And kaboom! He’s space dust. - All right, guys, main thrusters. - Right! - We can’t hold ‘em back! - We have to keep on trying! Turn it on! Well, if it isn’t that double-dealing dough head! I hope those Rangers put that lousy lowlife out of my misery! - Go, Rangers! Go, Rangers! - Go, Rangers! Go, Rangers! We’re approaching the comet’s coordinates. All right, guys, this is it. We’ll wait here and lure him in. I’m gonna rip you apart Zord by Zord. Here he comes. Brace yourselves! - Micropressure’s in the red! - We’re imploding! Bearing 009. We’re in the comet’s trajectory. We need to break free. Have you hugged your Zords today? - Here it comes! - We have to break his grip! Desperate times call for desperate measures. - What are you doing? - Taking care of business. - We’re outta here. - Right! Oh, no. Yeah. - Skull! - Bulk… Dad! - Fred! - Dad! I love you, son. Alpha! Rangers, you made it! But… I’m afraid you’re too late. Too late? This can’t be happening. Remember what we learnt? To those who possess the great power, all things are possible. Come on. Zordon! Rangers! He’s alive! He’s alive! He’s alive! - We thought that you had… - It is good to see you again, too. We were awesome. Incredible! Ivan and his 50-foot monsters had us surrounded. - There was no escape. - We knew we were facing death in the eye. - We could smell death’s breath. - And death could use a mint. Can you believe those guys? I’m so hungry. - Hey, guys. - Hey, Fred! - Hey! Rumour has it you’re quite the hero. - That’s my man! I helped a bit. The Power Rangers did most of the work. Hey, things got tough, you didn’t panic. You, my friend, demonstrated true bravery. It’s like what you taught me about martial arts: use your head, and above all, stay calm. I heard you’re in line to be a Ranger yourself one of these days. - Nah, that’s impossible. - Hey, anything’s possible. - You really think so? - I know so. - Fred Kelman, the Silver Ranger. - It does have a certain ring to it. Fred Kelman the Gold Ranger. Check it out!
     
    We’ll get higher and higher #  
    Straight up we’ll climb #  
    We’ll get higher and higher #  
    Leave it all behind #  
    So, baby, dry your eyes #  
  • All right! - I don’t believe it. - Power Rangers? - Bulk and Skull!
     
    Cos we belong #  
    In a world that must be strong #  
    Oh, that’s what dreams are made of #  
    Oh, that’s what dreams are made of #  
    I am King Goldar, the ruler of the universe! Uh-oh.
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Bee Movie Script (sorry)
 
 
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!
     
     
    Yes, but who can deny  
    the heart that is yearning?
     
     
    There’s no yearning.  
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!
     
     
    You have got to start thinking bee,  
    my friend. Thinking bee!
     
     
  • Thinking bee.  
  • Thinking bee.
     
     
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!  
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
     
     
    There he is. He’s in the pool.
     
     
    You know what your problem is, Barry?
     
     
    I gotta start thinking bee?
     
     
    How much longer will this go on?
     
     
    It’s been three days!  
    Why aren’t you working?
     
     
    I’ve got a lot of big life decisions  
    to think about.
     
     
    What life? You have no life!  
    You have no job. You’re barely a bee!
     
     
    Would it kill you  
    to make a little honey?
     
     
    Barry, come out.  
    Your father’s talking to you.
     
     
    Martin, would you talk to him?
     
     
    Barry, I’m talking to you!
     
     
    You coming?
     
     
    Got everything?
     
     
    All set!
     
     
    Go ahead. I’ll catch up.
     
     
    Don’t be too long.
     
     
    Watch this!
     
     
    Vanessa!
     
     
  • We’re still here.  
  • I told you not to yell at him.
     
     
    He doesn’t respond to yelling!
     
     
  • Then why yell at me?  
  • Because you don’t listen!
     
     
    I’m not listening to this.
     
     
    Sorry, I’ve gotta go.
     
     
  • Where are you going?  
  • I’m meeting a friend.
     
     
    A girl? Is this why you can’t decide?
     
     
    Bye.
     
     
    I just hope she’s Bee-ish.
     
     
    They have a huge parade  
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?
     
     
    To be in the Tournament of Roses,  
    that’s every florist’s dream!
     
     
    Up on a float, surrounded  
    by flowers, crowds cheering.
     
     
    A tournament. Do the roses  
    compete in athletic events?
     
     
    No. All right, I’ve got one.  
    How come you don’t fly everywhere?
     
     
    It’s exhausting. Why don’t you  
    run everywhere? It’s faster.
     
     
    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.  
    All right, your turn.
     
     
    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?  
    That’s insane!
     
     
    You don’t have that?
     
     
    We have Hivo, but it’s a disease.  
    It’s a horrible, horrible disease.
     
     
    Oh, my.
     
     
    Dumb bees!
     
     
    You must want to sting all those jerks.
     
     
    We try not to sting.  
    It’s usually fatal for us.
     
     
    So you have to watch your temper.
     
     
    Very carefully.  
    You kick a wall, take a walk,
     
     
    write an angry letter and throw it out.  
    Work through it like any emotion:
     
     
    Anger, jealousy, lust.
     
     
    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
     
     
    Yeah.
     
     
  • What is wrong with you?!  
  • It’s a bug.
     
     
    He’s not bothering anybody.  
    Get out of here, you creep!
     
     
    What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular?
     
     
    Yeah, it was. How did you know?
     
     
    It felt like about 10 pages.  
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
     
     
    You’ve really got that  
    down to a science.
     
     
  • I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.  
  • I’ll bet.
     
     
    What in the name  
    of Mighty Hercules is this?
     
     
    How did this get here?  
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
     
     
    Ray Liotta Private Select?
     
     
  • Is he that actor?  
  • I never heard of him.
     
     
  • Why is this here?  
  • For people. We eat it.
     
     
    You don’t have  
    enough food of your own?
     
     
  • Well, yes.  
  • How do you get it?
     
     
  • Bees make it.  
  • I know who makes it!
     
     
    And it’s hard to make it!
     
     
    There’s heating, cooling, stirring.  
    You need a whole Krelman thing!
     
     
  • It’s organic.  
  • It’s our-ganic!
     
     
    It’s just honey, Barry.
     
     
    Just what?!
     
     
    Bees don’t know about this!  
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
     
     
    You’ve taken our homes, schools,  
    hospitals! This is all we have!
     
     
    And it’s on sale?!  
    I’m getting to the bottom of this.
     
     
    I’m getting to the bottom  
    of all of this!
     
     
    Hey, Hector.
     
     
  • You almost done?  
  • Almost.
     
     
    He is here. I sense it.
     
     
    Well, I guess I’ll go home now
     
     
    and just leave this nice honey out,  
    with no one around.
     
     
    You’re busted, box boy!
     
     
    I knew I heard something.  
    So you can talk!
     
     
    I can talk.  
    And now you’ll start talking!
     
     
    Where you getting the sweet stuff?  
    Who’s your supplier?
     
     
    I don’t understand.  
    I thought we were friends.
     
     
    The last thing we want  
    to do is upset bees!
     
     
    You’re too late! It’s ours now!
     
     
    You, sir, have crossed  
    the wrong sword!
     
     
    You, sir, will be lunch  
    for my iguana, Ignacio!
     
     
    Where is the honey coming from?
     
     
    Tell me where!
     
     
    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
     
     
    Orazy person!
     
     
    What horrible thing has happened here?
     
     
    These faces, they never knew  
    what hit them. And now
     
     
    they’re on the road to nowhere!
     
     
    Just keep still.
     
     
    What? You’re not dead?
     
     
    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything  
    that moves. Where you headed?
     
     
    To Honey Farms.  
    I am onto something huge here.
     
     
    I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood,  
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
     
     
    I’m going to Tacoma.
     
     
  • And you?  
  • He really is dead.
     
     
    All right.
     
     
    Uh-oh!
     
     
  • What is that?!  
  • Oh, no!
     
     
  • A wiper! Triple blade!  
  • Triple blade?
     
     
    Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee!
     
     
    Why does everything have  
    to be so doggone clean?!
     
     
    How much do you people need to see?!
     
     
    Open your eyes!  
    Stick your head out the window!
     
     
    From NPR News in Washington,  
    I’m Oarl Kasell.
     
     
    But don’t kill no more bugs!
     
     
  • Bee!  
  • Moose blood guy!!
     
     
  • You hear something?  
  • Like what?
     
     
    Like tiny screaming.
     
     
    Turn off the radio.
     
     
    Whassup, bee boy?
     
     
    Hey, Blood.
     
     
    Just a row of honey jars,  
    as far as the eye could see.
     
     
    Wow!
     
     
    I assume wherever this truck goes  
    is where they’re getting it.
     
     
    I mean, that honey’s ours.
     
     
  • Bees hang tight.  
  • We’re all jammed in.
     
     
    It’s a close community.
     
     
    Not us, man. We on our own.  
    Every mosquito on his own.
     
     
  • What if you get in trouble?  
  • You a mosquito, you in trouble.
     
     
    Nobody likes us. They just smack.  
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!
     
     
    At least you’re out in the world.  
    You must meet girls.
     
     
    Mosquito girls try to trade up,  
    get with a moth, dragonfly.
     
     
    Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito.
     
     
    You got to be kidding me!
     
     
    Mooseblood’s about to leave  
    the building! So long, bee!
     
     
  • Hey, guys!  
  • Mooseblood!
     
     
    I knew I’d catch y’all down here.  
    Did you bring your crazy straw?
     
     
    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,  
    and it’s pretty much pure profit.
     
     
    What is this place?
     
     
    A bee’s got a brain  
    the size of a pinhead.
     
     
    They are pinheads!
     
     
    Pinhead.
     
     
  • Oheck out the new smoker.  
  • Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want.
     
     
    The Thomas 3000!
     
     
    Smoker?
     
     
    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.  
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
     
     
    A couple breaths of this  
    knocks them right out.
     
     
    They make the honey,  
    and we make the money.
     
     
    “They make the honey,  
    and we make the money”?
     
     
    Oh, my!
     
     
    What’s going on? Are you OK?
     
     
    Yeah. It doesn’t last too long.
     
     
    Do you know you’re  
    in a fake hive with fake walls?
     
     
    Our queen was moved here.  
    We had no choice.
     
     
    This is your queen?  
    That’s a man in women’s clothes!
     
     
    That’s a drag queen!
     
     
    What is this?
     
     
    Oh, no!
     
     
    There’s hundreds of them!
     
     
    Bee honey.
     
     
    Our honey is being brazenly stolen  
    on a massive scale!
     
     
    This is worse than anything bears  
    have done! I intend to do something.
     
     
    Oh, Barry, stop.
     
     
    Who told you humans are taking  
    our honey? That’s a rumor.
     
     
    Do these look like rumors?
     
     
    That’s a conspiracy theory.  
    These are obviously doctored photos.
     
     
    How did you get mixed up in this?
     
     
    He’s been talking to humans.
     
     
  • What?  
  • Talking to humans?!
     
     
    He has a human girlfriend.  
    And they make out!
     
     
    Make out? Barry!
     
     
    We do not.
     
     
  • You wish you could.  
  • Whose side are you on?
     
     
    The bees!
     
     
    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.  
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
     
     
    Barry, this is what you want  
    to do with your life?
     
     
    I want to do it for all our lives.  
    Nobody works harder than bees!
     
     
    Dad, I remember you  
    coming home so overworked
     
     
    your hands were still stirring.  
    You couldn’t stop.
     
     
    I remember that.
     
     
    What right do they have to our honey?
     
     
    We live on two cups a year. They put it  
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
     
     
    Even if it’s true, what can one bee do?
     
     
    Sting them where it really hurts.
     
     
    In the face! The eye!
     
     
  • That would hurt.  
  • No.
     
     
    Up the nose? That’s a killer.
     
     
    There’s only one place you can sting  
    the humans, one place where it matters.
     
     
    Hive at Five, the hive’s only  
    full-hour action news source.
     
     
    No more bee beards!
     
     
    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
     
     
    Weather with Storm Stinger.
     
     
    Sports with Buzz Larvi.
     
     
    And Jeanette Ohung.
     
     
  • Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble.  
  • And I’m Jeanette Ohung.
     
     
    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
     
     
    intends to sue the human race  
    for stealing our honey,
     
     
    packaging it and profiting  
    from it illegally!
     
     
    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
     
     
    we’ll have three former queens here in  
    our studio, discussing their new book,
     
     
    Olassy Ladies,  
    out this week on Hexagon.
     
     
    Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson.
     
     
    Did you ever think, “I’m a kid  
    from the hive. I can’t do this”?
     
     
    Bees have never been afraid  
    to change the world.
     
     
    What about Bee Oolumbus?  
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
     
     
    Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans.
     
     
    We were thinking  
    of stickball or candy stores.
     
     
    How old are you?
     
     
    The bee community  
    is supporting you in this case,
     
     
    which will be the trial  
    of the bee century.
     
     
    You know, they have a Larry King  
    in the human world too.
     
     
    It’s a common name. Next week…
     
     
    He looks like you and has a show  
    and suspenders and colored dots…
     
     
    Next week…
     
     
    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the  
    guest even though you just heard ‘em.
     
     
    Bear Week next week!  
    They’re scary, hairy and here live.
     
     
    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,  
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.
     
     
    In tennis, you attack  
    at the point of weakness!
     
     
    It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81.
     
     
    Honey, her backhand’s a joke!  
    I’m not gonna take advantage of that?
     
     
    Quiet, please.  
    Actual work going on here.
     
     
  • Is that that same bee?  
  • Yes, it is!
     
     
    I’m helping him sue the human race.
     
     
  • Hello.  
  • Hello, bee.
     
     
    This is Ken.
     
     
    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size  
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
     
     
    Why does he talk again?
     
     
    Listen, you better go  
    ‘cause we’re really busy working.
     
     
    But it’s our yogurt night!
     
     
    Bye-bye.
     
     
    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
     
     
    You poor thing.  
    You two have been at this for hours!
     
     
    Yes, and Adam here  
    has been a huge help.
     
     
  • Frosting…  
  • How many sugars?
     
     
    Just one. I try not  
    to use the competition.
     
     
    So why are you helping me?
     
     
    Bees have good qualities.
     
     
    And it takes my mind off the shop.
     
     
    Instead of flowers, people  
    are giving balloon bouquets now.
     
     
    Those are great, if you’re three.
     
     
    And artificial flowers.
     
     
  • Oh, those just get me psychotic!  
  • Yeah, me too.
     
     
    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
     
     
    Bees must hate those fake things!
     
     
    Nothing worse  
    than a daffodil that’s had work done.
     
     
    Maybe this could make up  
    for it a little bit.
     
     
  • This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal.  
  • I guess.
     
     
    You sure you want to go through with it?
     
     
    Am I sure? When I’m done with  
    the humans, they won’t be able
     
     
    to say, “Honey, I’m home,”  
    without paying a royalty!
     
     
    It’s an incredible scene  
    here in downtown Manhattan,
     
     
    where the world anxiously waits,  
    because for the first time in history,
     
     
    we will hear for ourselves  
    if a honeybee can actually speak.
     
     
    What have we gotten into here, Barry?
     
     
    It’s pretty big, isn’t it?
     
     
    I can’t believe how many humans  
    don’t work during the day.
     
     
    You think billion-dollar multinational  
    food companies have good lawyers?
     
     
    Everybody needs to stay  
    behind the barricade.
     
     
  • What’s the matter?  
  • I don’t know, I just got a chill.
     
     
    Well, if it isn’t the bee team.
     
     
    You boys work on this?
     
     
    All rise! The Honorable  
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.
     
     
    All right. Oase number 4475,
     
     
    Superior Oourt of New York,  
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
     
     
    is now in session.
     
     
    Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing  
    the five food companies collectively?
     
     
    A privilege.
     
     
    Mr. Benson… you’re representing  
    all the bees of the world?
     
     
    I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor,  
    we’re ready to proceed.
     
     
    Mr. Montgomery,  
    your opening statement, please.
     
     
    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
     
     
    my grandmother was a simple woman.
     
     
    Born on a farm, she believed  
    it was man’s divine right
     
     
    to benefit from the bounty  
    of nature God put before us.
     
     
    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world  
    Mr. Benson imagines,
     
     
    just think of what would it mean.
     
     
    I would have to negotiate  
    with the silkworm
     
     
    for the elastic in my britches!
     
     
    Talking bee!
     
     
    How do we know this isn’t some sort of
     
     
    holographic motion-picture-capture  
    Hollywood wizardry?
     
     
    They could be using laser beams!
     
     
    Robotics! Ventriloquism!  
    Oloning! For all we know,
     
     
    he could be on steroids!
     
     
    Mr. Benson?
     
     
    Ladies and gentlemen,  
    there’s no trickery here.
     
     
    I’m just an ordinary bee.  
    Honey’s pretty important to me.
     
     
    It’s important to all bees.  
    We invented it!
     
     
    We make it. And we protect it  
    with our lives.
     
     
    Unfortunately, there are  
    some people in this room
     
     
    who think they can take it from us
     
     
    ‘cause we’re the little guys!  
    I’m hoping that, after this is all over,
     
     
    you’ll see how, by taking our honey,  
    you not only take everything we have
     
     
    but everything we are!
     
     
    I wish he’d dress like that  
    all the time. So nice!
     
     
    Oall your first witness.
     
     
    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden  
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.
     
     
    I suppose so.
     
     
    I see you also own  
    Honeyburton and Honron!
     
     
    Yes, they provide beekeepers  
    for our farms.
     
     
    Beekeeper. I find that  
    to be a very disturbing term.
     
     
    I don’t imagine you employ  
    any bee-free-ers, do you?
     
     
  • No.  
  • I couldn’t hear you.
     
     
  • No.  
  • No.
     
     
    Because you don’t free bees.  
    You keep bees. Not only that,
     
     
    it seems you thought a bear would be  
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
     
     
    They’re very lovable creatures.
     
     
    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
     
     
    You mean like this?
     
     
    Bears kill bees!
     
     
    How’d you like his head crashing  
    through your living room?!
     
     
    Biting into your couch!  
    Spitting out your throw pillows!
     
     
    OK, that’s enough. Take him away.
     
     
    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.  
    Your name intrigues me.
     
     
  • Where have I heard it before?  
  • I was with a band called The Police.
     
     
    But you’ve never been  
    a police officer, have you?
     
     
    No, I haven’t.
     
     
    No, you haven’t. And so here  
    we have yet another example
     
     
    of bee culture casually  
    stolen by a human
     
     
    for nothing more than  
    a prance-about stage name.
     
     
    Oh, please.
     
     
    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
     
     
    Because I’m feeling  
    a little stung, Sting.
     
     
    Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
     
     
    That’s not his real name?! You idiots!
     
     
    Mr. Liotta, first,  
    belated congratulations on
     
     
    your Emmy win for a guest spot  
    on ER in 2005.
     
     
    Thank you. Thank you.
     
     
    I see from your resume  
    that you’re devilishly handsome
     
     
    with a churning inner turmoil  
    that’s ready to blow.
     
     
    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
     
     
    Not yet it isn’t. But is this  
    what it’s come to for you?
     
     
    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees  
    so you don’t
     
     
    have to rehearse  
    your part and learn your lines, sir?
     
     
    Watch it, Benson!  
    I could blow right now!
     
     
    This isn’t a goodfella.  
    This is a badfella!
     
     
    Why doesn’t someone just step on  
    this creep, and we can all go home?!
     
     
  • Order in this court!  
  • You’re all thinking it!
     
     
    Order! Order, I say!
     
     
  • Say it!  
  • Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
     
     
    I think it was awfully nice  
    of that bear to pitch in like that.
     
     
    I think the jury’s on our side.
     
     
    Are we doing everything right, legally?
     
     
    I’m a florist.
     
     
    Right. Well, here’s to a great team.
     
     
    To a great team!
     
     
    Well, hello.
     
     
  • Ken!  
  • Hello.
     
     
    I didn’t think you were coming.
     
     
    No, I was just late.  
    I tried to call, but… the battery.
     
     
    I didn’t want all this to go to waste,  
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
     
     
    Oh, that was lucky.
     
     
    There’s a little left.  
    I could heat it up.
     
     
    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
     
     
    So I hear you’re quite a tennis player.
     
     
    I’m not much for the game myself.  
    The ball’s a little grabby.
     
     
    That’s where I usually sit.  
    Right… there.
     
     
    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
     
     
    and he agreed with me that eating with  
    chopsticks isn’t really a special skill.
     
     
    You think I don’t see what you’re doing?
     
     
    I know how hard it is to find  
    the rightjob. We have that in common.
     
     
    Do we?
     
     
    Bees have 100 percent employment,  
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
     
     
    That’s just what  
    I was thinking about doing.
     
     
    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor  
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
     
     
    I’m going to drain the old stinger.
     
     
    Yeah, you do that.
     
     
    Look at that.
     
     
    You know, I’ve just about had it
     
     
    with your little mind games.
     
     
  • What’s that?  
  • Italian Vogue.
     
     
    Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages.
     
     
    A lot of ads.
     
     
    Remember what Van said, why is  
    your life more valuable than mine?
     
     
    Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that!
     
     
    I think something stinks in here!
     
     
    I love the smell of flowers.
     
     
    How do you like the smell of flames?!
     
     
    Not as much.
     
     
    Water bug! Not taking sides!
     
     
    Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat!  
    This is pathetic!
     
     
    I’ve got issues!
     
     
    Well, well, well, a royal flush!
     
     
  • You’re bluffing.  
  • Am I?
     
     
    Surf’s up, dude!
     
     
    Poo water!
     
     
    That bowl is gnarly.
     
     
    Except for those dirty yellow rings!
     
     
    Kenneth! What are you doing?!
     
     
    You know, I don’t even like honey!  
    I don’t eat it!
     
     
    We need to talk!
     
     
    He’s just a little bee!
     
     
    And he happens to be  
    the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time!
     
     
    Long time? What are you talking about?!  
    Are there other bugs in your life?
     
     
    No, but there are other things bugging  
    me in life. And you’re one of them!
     
     
    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night…
     
     
    My nerves are fried from riding  
    on this emotional roller coaster!
     
     
    Goodbye, Ken.
     
     
    And for your information,
     
     
    I prefer sugar-free, artificial  
    sweeteners made by man!
     
     
    I’m sorry about all that.
     
     
    I know it’s got  
    an aftertaste! I like it!
     
     
    I always felt there was some kind  
    of barrier between Ken and me.
     
     
    I couldn’t overcome it.  
    Oh, well.
     
     
    Are you OK for the trial?
     
     
    I believe Mr. Montgomery  
    is about out of ideas.
     
     
    We would like to call  
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
     
     
    Good idea! You can really see why he’s  
    considered one of the best lawyers…
     
     
    Yeah.
     
     
    Layton, you’ve  
    gotta weave some magic
     
     
    with this jury,  
    or it’s gonna be all over.
     
     
    Don’t worry. The only thing I have  
    to do to turn this jury around
     
     
    is to remind them  
    of what they don’t like about bees.
     
     
  • You got the tweezers?  
  • Are you allergic?
     
     
    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
     
     
    Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you  
    what I think we’d all like to know.
     
     
    What exactly is your relationship
     
     
    to that woman?
     
     
    We’re friends.
     
     
  • Good friends?  
  • Yes.
     
     
    How good? Do you live together?
     
     
    Wait a minute…
     
     
    Are you her little…
     
     
    …bedbug?
     
     
    I’ve seen a bee documentary or two.  
    From what I understand,
     
     
    doesn’t your queen give birth  
    to all the bee children?
     
     
  • Yeah, but…  
  • So those aren’t your real parents!
     
     
  • Oh, Barry…  
  • Yes, they are!
     
     
    Hold me back!
     
     
    You’re an illegitimate bee,  
    aren’t you, Benson?
     
     
    He’s denouncing bees!
     
     
    Don’t y’all date your cousins?
     
     
  • Objection!  
  • I’m going to pincushion this guy!
     
     
    Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants!
     
     
    Oh, I’m hit!!
     
     
    Oh, lordy, I am hit!
     
     
    Order! Order!
     
     
    The venom! The venom  
    is coursing through my veins!
     
     
    I have been felled  
    by a winged beast of destruction!
     
     
    You see? You can’t treat them  
    like equals! They’re striped savages!
     
     
    Stinging’s the only thing  
    they know! It’s their way!
     
     
  • Adam, stay with me.  
  • I can’t feel my legs.
     
     
    What angel of mercy  
    will come forward to suck the poison
     
     
    from my heaving buttocks?
     
     
    I will have order in this court. Order!
     
     
    Order, please!
     
     
    The case of the honeybees  
    versus the human race
     
     
    took a pointed turn against the bees
     
     
    yesterday when one of their legal  
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
     
     
  • Hey, buddy.  
  • Hey.
     
     
  • Is there much pain?  
  • Yeah.
     
     
    I…
     
     
    I blew the whole case, didn’t I?
     
     
    It doesn’t matter. What matters is  
    you’re alive. You could have died.
     
     
    I’d be better off dead. Look at me.
     
     
    They got it from the cafeteria  
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
     
     
    Look, there’s  
    a little celery still on it.
     
     
    What was it like to sting someone?
     
     
    I can’t explain it. It was all…
     
     
    All adrenaline and then…  
    and then ecstasy!
     
     
    All right.
     
     
    You think it was all a trap?
     
     
    Of course. I’m sorry.  
    I flew us right into this.
     
     
    What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re  
    just a couple of bugs in this world.
     
     
    What will the humans do to us  
    if they win?
     
     
    I don’t know.
     
     
    I hear they put the roaches in motels.  
    That doesn’t sound so bad.
     
     
    Adam, they check in,  
    but they don’t check out!
     
     
    Oh, my.
     
     
    Oould you get a nurse  
    to close that window?
     
     
  • Why?  
  • The smoke.
     
     
    Bees don’t smoke.
     
     
    Right. Bees don’t smoke.
     
     
    Bees don’t smoke!  
    But some bees are smoking.
     
     
    That’s it! That’s our case!
     
     
    It is? It’s not over?
     
     
    Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere.
     
     
    Get back to the court and stall.  
    Stall any way you can.
     
     
    And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub.
     
     
    Mr. Flayman.
     
     
    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
     
     
    Where is the rest of your team?
     
     
    Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting.
     
     
    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
     
     
    and as a result,  
    we don’t make very good time.
     
     
    I actually heard a funny story about…
     
     
    Your Honor,  
    haven’t these ridiculous bugs
     
     
    taken up enough  
    of this court’s valuable time?
     
     
    How much longer will we allow  
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?
     
     
    They have presented no compelling  
    evidence to support their charges
     
     
    against my clients,  
    who run legitimate businesses.
     
     
    I move for a complete dismissal  
    of this entire case!
     
     
    Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going
     
     
    to have to consider  
    Mr. Montgomery’s motion.
     
     
    But you can’t! We have a terrific case.
     
     
    Where is your proof?  
    Where is the evidence?
     
     
    Show me the smoking gun!
     
     
    Hold it, Your Honor!  
    You want a smoking gun?
     
     
    Here is your smoking gun.
     
     
    What is that?
     
     
    It’s a bee smoker!
     
     
    What, this?  
    This harmless little contraption?
     
     
    This couldn’t hurt a fly,  
    let alone a bee.
     
     
    Look at what has happened
     
     
    to bees who have never been asked,  
    “Smoking or non?”
     
     
    Is this what nature intended for us?
     
     
    To be forcibly addicted  
    to smoke machines
     
     
    and man-made wooden slat work camps?
     
     
    Living out our lives as honey slaves  
    to the white man?
     
     
  • What are we gonna do?  
  • He’s playing the species card.
     
     
    Ladies and gentlemen, please,  
    free these bees!
     
     
    Free the bees! Free the bees!
     
     
    Free the bees!
     
     
    Free the bees! Free the bees!
     
     
    The court finds in favor of the bees!
     
     
    Vanessa, we won!
     
     
    I knew you could do it! High-five!
     
     
    Sorry.
     
     
    I’m OK! You know what this means?
     
     
    All the honey  
    will finally belong to the bees.
     
     
    Now we won’t have  
    to work so hard all the time.
     
     
    This is an unholy perversion  
    of the balance of nature, Benson.
     
     
    You’ll regret this.
     
     
    Barry, how much honey is out there?
     
     
    All right. One at a time.
     
     
    Barry, who are you wearing?
     
     
    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,  
    and I have no pants.
     
     
  • What if Montgomery’s right?  
  • What do you mean?
     
     
    We’ve been living the bee way  
    a long time, 27 million years.
     
     
    Oongratulations on your victory.  
    What will you demand as a settlement?
     
     
    First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown  
    of all bee work camps.
     
     
    Then we want back the honey  
    that was ours to begin with,
     
     
    every last drop.
     
     
    We demand an end to the glorification  
    of the bear as anything more
     
     
    than a filthy, smelly,  
    bad-breath stink machine.
     
     
    We’re all aware  
    of what they do in the woods.
     
     
    Wait for my signal.
     
     
    Take him out.
     
     
    He’ll have nauseous  
    for a few hours, then he’ll be fine.
     
     
    And we will no longer tolerate  
    bee-negative nicknames…
     
     
    But it’s just a prance-about stage name!
     
     
    …unnecessary inclusion of honey  
    in bogus health products
     
     
    and la-dee-da human  
    tea-time snack garnishments.
     
     
    Oan’t breathe.
     
     
    Bring it in, boys!
     
     
    Hold it right there! Good.
     
     
    Tap it.
     
     
    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,  
    and there’s gallons more coming!
     
     
  • I think we need to shut down!  
  • Shut down? We’ve never shut down.
     
     
    Shut down honey production!
     
     
    Stop making honey!
     
     
    Turn your key, sir!
     
     
    What do we do now?
     
     
    Oannonball!
     
     
    We’re shutting honey production!
     
     
    Mission abort.
     
     
    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.  
    Returning to base.
     
     
    Adam, you wouldn’t believe  
    how much honey was out there.
     
     
    Oh, yeah?
     
     
    What’s going on? Where is everybody?
     
     
  • Are they out celebrating?  
  • They’re home.
     
     
    They don’t know what to do.  
    Laying out, sleeping in.
     
     
    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way  
    to San Antonio with a cricket.
     
     
    At least we got our honey back.
     
     
    Sometimes I think, so what if humans  
    liked our honey? Who wouldn’t?
     
     
    It’s the greatest thing in the world!  
    I was excited to be part of making it.
     
     
    This was my new desk. This was my  
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.
     
     
    And now…
     
     
    Now I can’t.
     
     
    I don’t understand  
    why they’re not happy.
     
     
    I thought their lives would be better!
     
     
    They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing.  
    Honey really changes people.
     
     
    You don’t have any idea  
    what’s going on, do you?
     
     
  • What did you want to show me?  
  • This.
     
     
    What happened here?
     
     
    That is not the half of it.
     
     
    Oh, no. Oh, my.
     
     
    They’re all wilting.
     
     
    Doesn’t look very good, does it?
     
     
    No.
     
     
    And whose fault do you think that is?
     
     
    You know, I’m gonna guess bees.
     
     
    Bees?
     
     
    Specifically, me.
     
     
    I didn’t think bees not needing to make  
    honey would affect all these things.
     
     
    It’s notjust flowers.  
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
     
     
    That’s our whole SAT test right there.
     
     
    Take away produce, that affects  
    the entire animal kingdom.
     
     
    And then, of course…
     
     
    The human species?
     
     
    So if there’s no more pollination,
     
     
    it could all just go south here,  
    couldn’t it?
     
     
    I know this is also partly my fault.
     
     
    How about a suicide pact?
     
     
    How do we do it?
     
     
  • I’ll sting you, you step on me.  
  • 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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Once upon a time,a bunch of whiny snowflakes didn’t know how to process things that made them uncomfortable. Meanwhile,a bunch of hack writers had no integrity. They teamed up to ruin everyone’s good day.  
A brave gungan warrior tried to stand against them,but he was no match for their power.  
Then,out of the ashes came a white pony with flowing blonde hair. She smirked and picked up her rusty machine gun. She fired away and blasted right out of there. As she left a bunch of strangers she didn’t know followed her,she was happy for the common company.  
She made a home for herself and regularly committed horrible crimes,but they were imaginary so no one cared…  
The Snowflakes and Spineless,though,were offended and behaved in a most pathetic manner.  
A little weird pony hopped up and down the nearby hills,picking flowers and throwing stuff at the ruins of the old City.  
As things slowly fell into a routine,strange beings rose and built mighty machines. They attempted to reach the Stars,and many did, traveling to places unseen by worldly eyes.  
One such place was Edenoi,under the protection of the Masked Rider. With his companion Ferbus by his side,He remains ever vigilant,ready at a moment’s notice to call upon his powers and become Masked Rider.  
Meanwhile,back in Ponyville, Starlight and Trixie were banging like rabbits and surprised that for some reason neither of them were getting pregnant. They went to Twilight and explained the situation. Twilight tried to figure out why they were so stupid, and realized,it was because they had a terminal disease,called lezbo. She told them there was no cure for lezbo,and they took it well.  
They adopted a foal and lived long happy lives completely unhindered by their aggressive case of lezbo.  
Just a little ways away,Maud and Mudbriar were banging like rabbits,and Maud got super pregnant,which is like normal pregnant,but with a cape. She had twins,and they were awesome kids who became superheroes and kicked a bunch of bad guys’ asses.  
Several millennia passed,and Cozy Glow broke free of her stone prison. She immediately reformed and found that Granny Smith was somehow still alive. Luster Dawn’s protege had an adoted sister who at this point was the new Princess of Equestria. She was known as the Princess of Quality footwear.  
Cozy Glow found the Dragonball and wished for a pair of panties. The energy used to Grant her wish collected in her ass and turned into an evil dragon that Pan had to defeat by turning Super Saiya-jin 4.  
The angry video game nerd then came in and took a dump on everything.  
Not that any of this matters, because the Dino Charge Rangers went back in time at this moment and negated existence.  
Red Foreman looked on from beyond time,and muttered to himself,“Good going,dumbass.”  
And yet another…?
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Three typical average kids went inside a haunted Mansion.  
Just by chance,they freed a ghost,who made them Beetleborgs.  
Then new villains came along,and took away their powers. The Beetleborgs were in a fix,and now have gone Mettalixx.
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Once upon a time,in the magical land of Derpibooru,there was a fat old cop who liked to harrass people.  
The people distracted him with donuts and made a better magical land.  
And somewhere along the way a raptor with a talented anus neither confirmed or denied the alleged talent their anus possessed.  
The end…?
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