Description:

i want a finicus hoodie
safe2157371 artist:stardustspix125 queen chrysalis42949 oc942462 oc:finicus5 changeling78407 changeling queen40671 equestria at war mod1764 changeling oc10864 clothes625031 dialogue93180 female1614886 finicus hoodie1 high res61991 hoodie20231 horn222785 open mouth228227 simple background584074 sitting88664 solo1451861 text89152 vulgar24080 white background177080 wings212946

Comments

Syntax quick reference: **bold** *italic* ||hide text|| `code` __underline__ ~~strike~~ ^sup^ %sub%

Detailed syntax guide

Officer Hotpants
Rabid Squirrel - Don't pet it.
A toast - Incredibly based
Officer Shid pants - Hi, Im a lil shid.
Chatty Kirin - A user who has reached a combined 1000 forum posts or comments.
Liberty Belle - Sings the song of the unchained

Moderator
Double-0 Negative
According to all known laws  
of aviation,
 
 
there is no way that a Finicus Hoodie  
should be able to fly.
 
 
Its draw strings are too small to get  
its fat little body off the ground.
 
 
The Finicus Hoodie, of course, flies anyway
 
 
because Finicus Hoodies don’t care  
what humans think is impossible.
 
 
White, black. White, black.  
White, black. White, black.
 
 
Ooh, black and white!  
Yeah! Let’s shake it up a little.
 
 
Chrysalis! Breakfast is ready!
 
 
Coming!
 
 
Hang on a second.
 
 
Hello?
 
 
  • Chrysalis?  
  • Adam?
     
     
  • Can you believe this is happening?  
  • I can’t believe it. I’ll pick you up.
     
     
    Looking sharp.
     
     
    Chrysalis why don’t you 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.
     
     
    And a perfect report card, all B’s.
     
     
    Very proud.
     
     
    Ma! I got a thing going here.
     
     
  • You got some lint on your fuzz.  
  • Ow! That’s me!
     
     
  • Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000.  
  • Bye!
     
     
    Chrysalis, I told you,  
    stop flying in the house!
     
     
  • Hey, Adam.  
  • Hey, Chrysalis.
     
     
  • Is that fuzz gel?  
  • A little. It’s special day, finally graduating.
     
     
    Never thought I’d make it.
     
     
    Yeah!, three days grade school,  
    three days high school.
     
     
    Those were so awkward.
     
     
    Three days college. I’m glad I took  
    off one day in the middle and hitchhiked around the hive.
     
     
    You did come back different.
     
     
  • Hi, Chrysalis.  
  • Hey, Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
     
     
  • Hey, did you hear about Frankie?  
  • Yeah.
     
     
  • You going to his funeral?  
  • No, I’m not going to his funeral.
     
     
    Everybody knows,  
    you sting someone, you die.
     
     
    You don’t waste it on a squirrel.  
    He was such a hothead.
     
     
    Yeah! I guess he could have  
    just gotten out of the way.
     
     
    I love this incorporating  
    an amusement right park into our regular day.
     
     
    I guess, that’s why they say we don’t need vacations.
     
     
    Boy, quite a bit of pomp…  
    under the circumstances.
     
     
  • Well, Adam, today we are men.  
  • We are!
     
     
  • Finicus Hoodie-men.  
  • Amen!
     
     
    Hallelujah!
     
     
    Students, faculty, distinguished Finicus Hoodies,
     
     
    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
     
     
    Welcome, New Hive City  
    graduating class of…
     
     
    …9:15.
     
     
    And that concludes our graduction ceremonies.
     
     
    And begins your career  
    at Honex Industries!
     
     
    Are we going to pick our job 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’s going to 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 Finicus Hoodie,  
    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 also constantly strive
     
     
    to improve every aspect  
    of Finicus Hoodie existence.
     
     
    These Finicus Hoodies are stress-testing  
    a new helmet technology.
     
     
  • What do you think he makes?  
  • Not enough.
     
     
    And here we have our latest advancement,  
    the Krelman.
     
     
  • What does that do?  
  • catches that little strand of honey
     
     
    that hangs after you pour it.  
    Saves us millions.
     
     
    can anyone work on the Krelman?
     
     
    Of course. Most Finicus Hoodie jobs are  
    small ones. But Finicus Hoodies know
     
     
    that every small job,  
    if it’s done well, means a lot.
     
     
    But choose carefully
     
     
    because you’ll stay in the job that  
    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?
     
     
    And you’ll be happy to know that Finicus Hoodies,  
    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?”  
    Adam, how could 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?
     
     
    Chrysalis, why would you question anything?  
    We’re Finicus Hoodies.
     
     
    We’re the most perfectly  
    functioning society on Earth.
     
     
    Yeah, but, Adam, did you ever think that maybe things  
    work a little too well around 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. check it out.
     
     
  • Hey, 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 those guys have just Finicus Hoodien.  
  • I don’t know.
     
     
    Their day’s not planned.
     
     
    Outside the hive, flying who knows  
    where, doing who knows what.
     
     
    You can’t just decide one day to be a Pollen  
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.
     
     
    Right.
     
     
    Look at that. That’s more pollen  
    than you and I will ever see in a lifetime.
     
     
    It’s just a status symbol.  
    I think Finicus Hoodies make too 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.
     
     
  • couple of Hive Harrys.  
  • Let’s have some fun with them.
     
     
    It must be dangerous  
    being a Pollen Jock.
     
     
    Yeah. One time a bear had me pinned up  
    against a mushroom!
     
     
    He had one paw on my throat,  
    and with the other, he was slapping me back and forth across the face!
     
     
  • Oh, my!  
  • I never thought I’d knock him out.
     
     
    And what were you doing during this?
     
     
    Obviously, I was trying to alert the authorities.
     
     
    I can autograph that if you want.
     
     
    A little gusty out there today,  
    wasn’t it, comrades?
     
     
    Yeah. Gusty.
     
     
    You know, we’re going hit a sunflower patch  
    six miles from here tomorrow.
     
     
  • Six miles, huh?  
  • Chrysalis!
     
     
    It’s 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 Finicus Hoodie enough?
     
     
    I might be. It all depends  
    on what 0900 means.
     
     
    Hey, Honex!
     
     
    Dad, you surprised me.
     
     
    Have you decide what you’re interested in, son?
     
     
  • Well, there’s a lot of choices.  
  • But you only get one.
     
     
    Dad, do you ever get bored  
    doing the same job every day?
     
     
    Son, let me tell you something 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.
     
     
    And you were thinking of what,  
    making balloon animals?
     
     
    That’s a bad job  
    for a guy with a stinger.
     
     
    Well no…
     
     
    Janet, your son’s not sure  
    he wants to go into honey!
     
     
  • Chrysalis, 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 untill you see the sticks I have for you.
     
     
    I could say anything I want right now.  
    I’m gonna get an ant tattoo!
     
     
    Let’s open some fresh honey and celebrate!
     
     
    Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax.
     
     
    To honey!
     
     
    Shave my antennae.
     
     
    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get  
    a gold tooth and start call everybody “dawg”!
     
     
    I’m so proud.
     
     
  • I can’t believe we’re starting work today!  
  • Today’s the day.
     
     
    come on! All the good jobs  
    will be gone.
     
     
    Yeah, right.
     
     
    Pollen counting, stunt Finicus Hoodie, pouring,  
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal…
     
     
  • Is it still available?  
  • Hang on. Two left!
     
     
    And one of them’s yours! Congratulations. son!  
    Step to the side please.
     
     
    Yeah!
     
     
  • What did you get?  
  • Picking crud out. Stellar!
     
     
    Wow!
     
     
    couple of newbies?
     
     
    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
     
     
    Well, step up and make your choice.
     
     
  • You want to go first?  
  • No, you go.
     
     
    Oh, my. What’s available?
     
     
    Restroom attendant is always open,  
    and not for the reason you think.
     
     
  • Any chance of getting on to the Krelman Sir?  
  • Sure, you’re on.
     
     
    I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
     
     
    Wax monkey’s always open.
     
     
    And the Krelman opened up again.
     
     
    What happened?
     
     
    Well, wheneever, a Finicus Hoodie died. That’s an opening. See that?  
    He’s dead. dead. Another dead one.
     
     
    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
     
     
    Dead from the neck up.  
    Dead from the neck down. But that’s life!
     
     
    Oh, this is so hard!
     
     
    Heating, cooling,  
    stunt Finicus Hoodie, pourer, stirrer,
     
     
    humming, inspector number seven,  
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
     
     
    mite wrangler. Chrysalis, Chrysalis, what  
    do you think I should… Chrysalis?
     
     
    Chrysalis!
     
     
    All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch  
    in quadrant nine. Geranium window box on Sutton Place…
     
     
    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.
     
     
    You’re cra
     
     
    If anyone’s feeling brave,  
    there’s a Korean deli on 83rd
     
     
    that gets their roses today.
     
     
    Hey, guys.
     
     
  • Well, 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,  
    Finicus Hoodies 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 Finicus Hoodier being poured on us.
     
     
    Murphy’s in a home because of it,  
    just babbling like a cicada!
     
     
  • That’s awful.  
  • And a reminder for you rookies,
     
     
    Finicus Hoodie 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!
     
     
  • You 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, kid. More pollen, more  
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
     
     
    cool.
     
     
    I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow.  
    could be daisies. Don’t we need those?
     
     
    copy that visual.
     
     
    Hold on. 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 colour.
     
     
    It smells good.  
    Not like a flower, but I like it.
     
     
    Yeah, fuzzy.
     
     
    chemical-y.
     
     
    careful, guys. It’s a little grabby.
     
     
    Oh, my sweet lord of Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    Hey, candy-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!
     
     
    coming in at you like a missile!
     
     
    Help me!
     
     
    You know, I don’t think these are flowers.
     
     
  • Should we tell him?  
  • I think he knows.
     
     
    What is this?!
     
     
    Match point!
     
     
    You can just start packing up, honey,  
    because I believe you’re about to eat it!
     
     
    What! No?
     
     
    Oh, you cannot be serious!
     
     
    Yowser!
     
     
    Gross.
     
     
    There’s a Finicus Hoodie in the car!
     
     
  • Do something!  
  • I’m driving!
     
     
  • Hi, Finicus Hoodie.  
  • 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’ve got to get home.
     
     
    can’t fly in rain.
     
     
    can’t fly in rain.
     
     
    can’t fly in rain.
     
     
    Mayday! Mayday! Finicus Hoodie going down!
     
     
    Ken, can you close  
    the window please?
     
     
    Hey, check out my new resume.  
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.
     
     
    You see? It 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 favourite 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 walk out of a job interview, they’re  
    flabbergasted, they can’t believe the things 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 gotta tell ya, I predicted global warming.
     
     
    I could feel it getting hotter.  
    At first I thought it was just me.
     
     
    Wait! Stop! Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    Kill it! Kill it!
     
     
    Stand back. These are winter boots.
     
     
    Wait!
     
     
    Don’t kill him!
     
     
    You know I’m allergic to them!  
    This thing could kill me!
     
     
    Well, why does his life have  
    any 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 them  
    But you know it’s an allergic thing.
     
     
    Hey why don’t you put that on your resume brochure.
     
     
    It’s not funny m​​​y whole face could puff up.
     
     
    Make it one of your special skills.
     
     
    You know, knocking someone out  
    is also a special skill.
     
     
    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
     
     
  • Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?  
  • Yeah! sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
     
     
  • You can put carob chips on there.  
  • Good night.
     
     
  • Supposed to be less calories or something.  
  • Bye.
     
     
    I’ve got to say something.
     
     
    She saved my life.  
    I’ve got to say something.
     
     
    All right, here it goes.
     
     
    Nah.
     
     
    What would I say?
     
     
    I could really get in trouble.
     
     
    It’s a Finicus Hoodie 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. Come 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. I know.
     
     
    You’re talking!
     
     
    I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
     
     
    No, it’s OK. It’s fine, It’s just..  
    I know I’m dreaming.
     
     
    But I don’t recall going to bed.
     
     
    Well, you know, I’m sure this  
    is very disconcerting.
     
     
    Well, yeah! I mean, this is a bit of a surprise to me.  
    I mean, you’re a Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    Yeah, I am a Finicus Hoodie. And you know I’m not supposed  
    to be doing this,
     
     
    but they were all trying to kill me.
     
     
    And if it wasn’t for you…
     
     
    I mean, I had to thank you.  
    It’s just how I was raised.
     
     
    That was a little weird.
     
     
  • I’m talking with a Finicus Hoodie.  
  • Yeah.
     
     
    I’m talking to a Finicus Hoodie.
     
     
    Anyway…
     
     
    And the Finicus Hoodie is talking to me!
     
     
    I just want to say I’m grateful.  
    And I’m going to leave now.
     
     
  • Wait! wait, wait, How did you learn to do that?  
  • What?
     
     
    That- that- that- that… The talking thing.
     
     
    Same way you did, I guess.  
    “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up.
     
     
  • That’s very funny.  
  • Yeah.
     
     
    Finicus Hoodies are funny. If we didn’t laugh,  
    we’d cry with what we have to deal with.
     
     
    Anyway…
     
     
    can I…
     
     
    …get you something?  
  • Like what?
     
     
    I don’t know. I mean…  
    I don’t know. coffee?
     
     
    Well, uh, I don’t want to put you out.
     
     
    It’s no trouble.
     
     
    unless you’re making it anyway.
     
    ​​​​  
    It takes two minutes.
     
     
    Really!
     
     
  • It’s just coffee.  
  • I hate to impose.
     
     
  • Don’t be ridiculous!  
  • Actually, I would love a cup.
     
     
    Hey, you want a little rum cake?
     
     
  • I really shouldn’t.  
  • Have a little rum cake.
     
     
  • No, no, no, I can’t.  
  • Come on!
     
     
    You know, I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms here.
     
     
  • Where?  
  • Well… 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.
     
     
    Yeah!
     
     
    And he says, “Watermelon?  
    I thought you said Guatemalan.
     
     
    Huh-huh
     
     
    Why would I marry a watermelon?”
     
     
    Is that a Finicus Hoodie joke?
     
     
    Yeah, that’s the kind of stuff we do.
     
     
    Yeah, different.
     
     
    So anyway, what are you gonna do, Chrysalis?
     
     
    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! You know the Turtle Pond!
     
     
    Yes! I’m right off of that!
     
     
    No way! I know that area.  
    I lost a toe ring there once.
     
     
    Really?
     
     
    Yeah!
     
     
  • Why do girls put rings on their toes?  
  • Well, why not?
     
     
  • I don’t know. 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 Finicus Hoodien 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…?
     
     
    can 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, Chrysalis.
     
     
    And thank you  
    so much again… for before.
     
     
    Oh, that? That was nothing.
     
     
    Well, not nothing, but… Anyway…
     
     
    This can’t possibly work.
     
     
    Well, 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! 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 around real crazy.
     
     
  • And do they try and kill you, like on TV?  
  • Some of them. But some of them don’t.
     
     
  • How’d you get back?  
  • Poodle.
     
     
    Look, you did it, and I’m glad. You saw  
    whatever you wanted to see out there.
     
     
    You had your “experience.” And now you’re back you  
    can pick out your job and everything can be normal.
     
     
  • Well…  
  • Well?
     
     
    Well, I met someone.
     
     
    You met someone? Was she Finicus Hoodie-ish?
     
     
  • Not a wasp?! Your parents will kill you!  
  • No, no, no, not a wasp.
     
     
  • Spider?  
  • You know, I’m not attracted to spiders.
     
     
    I know to everyone else it’s like the hottest thing,  
    with the eight legs and all.
     
     
    I can’t get by that face.
     
     
    So who is she?
     
     
    She’s… human.
     
     
    Oh no, no. no, no. That didn’t happen. You didn’t do that. That’s a Finicus Hoodie law.  
    You wouldn’t break a Finicus Hoodie law.
     
     
  • Her name’s Vanessa.  
  • Oh, boy.
     
     
    She’s so nice. And she’s a florist!
     
     
    Oh, no! No, no, no! You’re dating a human florist!
     
     
    W-w-well, we’re not dating.
     
     
    You’re flying outside the hive, you’re talking  
    to humans beings that attack our homes
     
     
    with power washers and M-80s!  
    That’s 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.  
  • That was so stingin’ stripey!
     
     
    And that’s not what they eat.  
    That’s what falls off what they eat!
     
     
  • Do you know what a Oinnabon is?  
  • No.
     
     
    It’s bread
     
     
    Come in here
     
     
    and cinnamon
     
     
    Be quiet!
     
     
    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 Finicus Hoodie,  
    my friend. Thinking Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
  • Thinking Finicus Hoodie.  
  • Thinking Finicus Hoodie.
     
     
    Thinking Finicus Hoodie! Thinking Finicus Hoodie!  
    Thinking Finicus Hoodie! Thinking Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    There he is. He’s in the pool.
     
     
    You know what your problem is, Chrysalis?
     
     
    I’ve got to start thinking Finicus Hoodie?
     
     
    Chrysalis, how much longer is this going to go on?
     
     
    It’s Finicus Hoodien three days!  
    I don’t understand why you’re not working?
     
     
    Well, I’ve got a lot of big life decisions  
    I’m thinking about.
     
     
    What life? You have no life!  
    You have no job. You’re barely a Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    Would it kill you  
    to just make a little honey?
     
     
    Chrysalis, come out from under here.  
    Your father’s talking to you.
     
     
    Martin, would you talk to him?
     
     
    Chrysalis, I’m talking to you!
     
     
    You coming?
     
     
    Got everything?
     
     
    All set!
     
     
    You go ahead. I’ll catch up.
     
     
    Don’t be too long.
     
     
    Watch this!
     
     
    Vanessa!
     
     
  • We’re still here, Chrysalis.  
  • I told you not to yell at him.
     
     
    He doesn’t respond to when you yell at him!
     
     
  • Then why are you yelling at me?  
  • Because you don’t listen!
     
     
    I’m not listening to this.
     
     
    Sorry, Mom, I’ve got to go.
     
     
  • Where are you going?  
  • Nowhere I’m meeting a friend.
     
     
    A girl? Is this why you can’t decide?
     
     
    Bye.
     
     
    I just hope she’s Finicus Hoodie-ish.
     
     
    So they have a huge parade  
    of just 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.
     
     
    Wow, a tournament. Do the roses  
    actually 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? Isn’t that faster.
     
     
    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.  
    All right, your turn.
     
     
    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?  
    That’s insane!
     
     
    What, you don’t have anything like that?
     
     
    We have Hivo, but it’s a disease.  
    It’s a horrible, horrible disease.
     
     
    Oh, my.
     
     
    Dumb Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    You must just want to sting all those jerks.
     
     
    We really try not to sting.  
    It’s usually fatal for us.
     
     
    So you really have to watch your temper.
     
     
    Oh yeah! very carefully.  
    You kick a wall, take a walk,
     
     
    write an angry letter and throw it out.  
    You 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.
     
     
    Well, 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.
     
     
    Boy, you’ve really got that  
    down to a science.
     
     
  • Oh, we have to. I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.  
  • I’ll bet.
     
     
    What in the name  
    of Mighty Hercules is this?
     
     
    How did this get here?  
    cute Finicus Hoodie, Golden Blossom,
     
     
    Ray Liotta Private Select?
     
     
  • Is he that actor?  
  • I never heard of him.
     
     
  • Why is this here?  
  • For people. We eat it.
     
     
    Why!
     
     
    You don’t have  
    enough food of your own?
     
     
  • Well, yes we.  
  • How do you even get it?
     
     
  • Well, Finicus Hoodies make it.  
  • I know who makes it!
     
     
    And it’s hard to make it!
     
     
    There’s heating, and cooling, and stirring.  
    You need a whole Krelman thing!
     
     
  • It’s organic.  
  • It’s our-ganic!
     
     
    It’s just honey, Chrysalis.
     
     
    Just what?!
     
     
    Finicus Hoodies don’t know about this!  
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
     
     
    You’ve taken our homes, our schools,  
    our hospitals! This is all we have!
     
     
    And it’s on sale?!  
    I’m getting to the bottom of this.
     
     
    I’m going to get 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’re going start talking!
     
     
    Where are you getting all the sweet stuff?  
    Who’s your supplier?
     
     
    I don’t know what you’re talking about.  
    I thought we were all friends.
     
     
    The last thing we want  
    to do is upset any of you… Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    You’re too late! It’s ours now!
     
     
    You, sir, have crossed  
    the wrong sword!
     
     
    You, sir, are about to be lunch  
    for my iguana, Ignacio!
     
     
    Where is the honey coming from?
     
     
    Tell me where!
     
     
    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
     
     
    crazy person!
     
     
    Oh my, What horrible thing has happened here?
     
     
    Look at 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? Oh man, They will wipe anything  
    that moves. Now, 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.
     
     
  • What about you?  
  • He really is dead.
     
     
    All right.
     
     
    Uh-oh!
     
     
  • What is that?!  
  • Oh, no!
     
     
  • It’s a wiper! Triple blade!  
  • Triple blade?
     
     
    Jump on! It’s your only chance, Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    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 Carl Kasell.
     
    SPELLING MISTAKES BELOW
     
    But don’t kill no more bugs!
     
     
  • Finicus Hoodie!  
  • Moose blood guy!!
     
     
  • You hear something?  
  • Like what?
     
     
    Like tiny screaming.
     
     
    Turn off the radio.
     
     
    Hey, what’s up, Finicus Hoodie boy?
     
     
    Hey, Blood.
     
     
    And it was just a row of honey jars,  
    as far as the eye could see.
     
     
    Wow!
     
     
    So I’m just assuming this honey truck goes  
    is where they’re getting it.
     
     
    I mean, that honey’s ours.
     
     
  • Finicus Hoodies hang tight.  
  • Well, we’re all jammed in there.
     
     
    It’s a close community.
     
     
    Not us, man. We on our own.  
    Every-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 have got to be kidding me!
     
     
    Mooseblood’s about to leave  
    the building! So long, Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
  • Hey, guys!  
  • Mooseblood!
     
     
    I knew I’d catch y’all down here.  
    Did you bring your crazy straw?
     
     
    Then, we throw it in some jars, slap a label on it,  
    and it’s pretty much pure profit.
     
     
    What is this place?
     
     
    A Finicus Hoodie’s got a brain  
    the size of a pinhead.
     
     
    They are pinheads!
     
     
    Pinhead.
     
     
  • Hey, check 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.
     
     
    How did you two get here?
     
     
    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!
     
     
    Finicus Hoodie honey.
     
     
    Our honey is being brazenly stolen  
    on a massive scale!
     
     
    This is worse than anything bears  
    have done to us! and I intend to do something about it.
     
     
    Oh, Chrysalis, stop.
     
     
    Who told you that humans are taking  
    our honey? That’s just a rumor.
     
     
    Do these look like rumors?
     
     
    That’s a conspiracy theory.  
    These are obviously doctored photos.
     
     
    Chrysalis, how did you get mixed up in this?
     
     
    Cause, he’s Finicus Hoodien talking to humans.
     
     
  • What?  
  • Talking to humans?!
     
     
    He has a human girlfriend.
     
     
    Oh Chrysalis.
     
     
    And they make out!
     
     
    Make out? Chrysalis!
     
     
    We do not.
     
     
  • You wish you could.  
  • Who’s side are you on?
     
     
    The Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.  
    Man, those crazy legs kept me up all night.
     
     
    Chrysalis, this is what you want  
    to do with your life?
     
     
    I want to do it for all our lives.  
    Nobody works harder than Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    Dad, I remember you  
    coming home so overworked
     
     
    your hands were still stirring.  
    You couldn’t stop them.
     
     
    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, Chrysalis. what could one Finicus Hoodie do?
     
     
    I’m going to sting them where it really hurts.
     
     
    In the face! In the eye!
     
     
  • That would really hurt.  
  • No.
     
     
    Up the nose? That’s a killer.
     
     
    There’s only one place you can sting  
    the humans, one place where it really matters.
     
     
    Hive at Five, the hive’s only  
    full-hour action news source.
     
     
    No more Finicus Hoodie 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.
     
     
    Our top story, a tri-county Finicus Hoodie, Chrysalis Benson,
     
     
    is saying he intends to sue the human race  
    for stealing our honey,
     
     
    packaging it and profiting  
    from it illegally!
     
     
    Don’t forget tomorrow night on Finicus Hoodie Larry King,
     
     
    we’re going have three former queens all right here in  
    our studio, discussing their new book,
     
     
    Olassy Ladies,  
    out this week on Hexagon.
     
     
    Tonight we’re talking to Chrysalis Benson.
     
     
    Did you ever think, “I’m just a kid  
    from the hive. I can’t do this”?
     
     
    Larry, Finicus Hoodies have never Finicus Hoodien afraid  
    to change the world.
     
     
    I mean, what about Finicus Hoodie Oolumbus?  
    Finicus Hoodie Gandhi? Bejesus?
     
     
    Well, where I’m from, you wouldn’t think of suing humans
     
     
    We were thinking  
    more like stickball or candy stores.
     
     
    How old are you?
     
     
    Well, I want you to know that they entire Finicus Hoodie community  
    is supporting you in this case,
     
     
    which is certain to be the trial  
    of the Finicus Hoodie century.
     
     
    Thank you Larry, You know, they have a Larry King  
    in the human world too.
     
     
    It’s a common name. Next week on Finicus Hoodie Larry King…
     
     
    No I mean he looks like you and he has a show  
    with suspenders and different colored dots behind him…
     
     
    Next week on Finicus Hoodie Larry King…
     
     
    Old guy glasses, and there’s quotes along the bottom from the  
    guest you’re watching even though you just heard ‘em.
     
     
    Bear Week next week!  
    They’re scary, they’re hairy and they’re here live.
     
     
    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,  
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.
     
     
    Look, i-in tennis, you attack  
    at the point of weakness!
     
     
    But, 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 Finicus Hoodie?  
  • Yes, it is!
     
     
    I’m helping him sue the human race.
     
     
    Wha!
     
     
  • Hello.  
  • Hello, Finicus Hoodie.
     
     
    This is Ken.
     
     
    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size  
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
     
     
    Why does he talk again, hun?
     
     
    Listen, you better go  
    because 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 Finicus Hoodien at this for hours!
     
     
    Yes, and Adam here  
    has Finicus Hoodien a huge help.
     
     
  • Frosting…  
  • How many sugars?
     
     
    Just one. I try not  
    to use the competition.
     
     
    So why are you helping me anyway?
     
     
    Finicus Hoodies have good qualities.
     
     
    Si certo
     
     
    And it feels good to take my mind off the shop.
     
     
    I don’t know why instead of flowers, people  
    are giving balloon bouquets now.
     
     
    Yeah! those are great, if you’re three.
     
     
    And artificial flowers.
     
     
  • Oh, they just get me psychotic!  
  • Yeah, me too.
     
     
    The bent stingers, the pointless pollination.
     
     
    Finicus Hoodies must hate those fake plastic things!
     
     
    There’s nothing worse  
    than a daffodil that’s had work done.
     
     
    Well, maybe this could make up  
    for it a little bit.
     
     
  • You know, Chrysalis this lawsuit is a pretty big deal.  
  • I guess.
     
     
    Are you sure that 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!
     
     
    Sarah, it’s an incredible scene  
    here in downtown Manhattan,
     
     
    where all eyes and ears of the world are anxiously waiting,  
    because for the first time in history,
     
     
    we’re going to hear for ourselves  
    if a honeyFinicus Hoodie can actually speak.
     
     
    What have we gotten into here, Chrysalis?
     
     
    I don’t know but it’s pretty big, isn’t it?
     
     
    I can’t believe how many humans  
    don’t have to be at work during the day.
     
     
    Hey, you think these 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 Finicus Hoodie team.
     
     
    Any of you boys work on this?
     
     
    All rise! The Honorable  
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.
     
     
    All right. Oase number 4475,
     
     
    Superior Oourt of New York,  
    Chrysalis Finicus Hoodie Benson v. the Honey Industry
     
     
    is now in session.
     
     
    Mr. Montgomery, you are representing  
    the five major food companies collectively?
     
     
    A privilege.
     
     
    Mr. Benson… you are representing  
    all the Finicus Hoodies of the world?
     
     
    I’m kidding I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor,  
    we’re ready to proceed.
     
     
    And 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 were to live in the topsy-turvy world  
    Mr. Benson imagines,
     
     
    just think of what it would mean.
     
     
    Maybe I would have to negotiate  
    with the silkworm
     
     
    for the elastic in my britches!
     
     
    Talking Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    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 of the jury,  
    there’s no trickery here.
     
     
    I’m just an ordinary Finicus Hoodie.  
    And as a Finicus Hoodie honey’s pretty important to me.
     
     
    It’s important to all Finicus Hoodies.  
    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 whatever they want from us
     
     
    ‘cause we’re the little guys!  
    And what I’m hoping that, after this is all over,
     
     
    you’ll see how, by taking our honey,  
    you not only taking away everything we have
     
     
    but everything we are!
     
     
    I wish he would dress like that  
    all the time. So nice!
     
     
    Oall your first witness.
     
     
    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden  
    of Honey Farms, Pretty big company you have.
     
     
    I suppose so.
     
     
    I see you also own  
    Honeyburton and Honron!
     
     
    Yes, they provide Finicus Hoodiekeepers  
    for our farms.
     
     
    Finicus Hoodiekeeper. I find that  
    to be a very disturbing term.
     
     
    I Have to say,
     
     
    I don’t imagine you employ  
    any Finicus Hoodie-free-ers, do you?
     
     
  • No.  
  • I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.
     
     
  • No.  
  • No.
     
     
    Because you don’t free Finicus Hoodies.  
    You keep Finicus Hoodies. And not only that,
     
     
    it seems you thought a bear would be  
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
     
     
    Well, they’re very lovable creatures.
     
     
    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
     
     
    Yeah, you mean like this?
     
     
    Bears kill Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    How would you like his big hairy 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.
     
     
    I have to say
     
     
  • Where have I heard it before?  
  • I was with a band called The Police.
     
     
    But you’ve never Finicus Hoodien  
    a police officer of any kind, have you?
     
     
    No, I haven’t.
     
     
    No, you haven’t. And so here  
    we have yet another example
     
     
    of Finicus Hoodie culture being casually  
    stolen by a human
     
     
    for nothing more than  
    a prance-about stage name.
     
     
    Oh, please.
     
     
    Have you ever Finicus Hoodien 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 may,  
    I offer my belated congratulations on
     
     
    your Emmy win for a guest spot  
    on ER in 2005.
     
     
    Thank you. Thank you.
     
     
    I also see from your resume  
    that you’re devilishly handsome
     
     
    but with a churning inner turmoil  
    that’s always 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 Mr Liotta?
     
     
    Exploiting tiny, helpless Finicus Hoodies  
    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 little 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!
     
     
    Well, I just think it was awfully nice  
    of that bear to pitch in like that.
     
     
    I’m telling you I think the jury’s on our side.
     
     
    Are we doing everything right, you know, legally?
     
     
    I’m a florist.
     
     
    Right. 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 Chrysalis. Luckily, he was free.
     
     
    Yeah!
     
     
    Oh, that was lucky.
     
     
    Well, there’s stil 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.  
    I find the ball’s a little grabby.
     
     
    That’s where I usually sit.  
    Right… there.
     
     
    Ken, Chrysalis 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?
     
     
    Hey, look I know how hard it is trying to find  
    the rightjob. We certainly have that in common.
     
     
    Do we?
     
     
    Well, Finicus Hoodies have 100 percent employment of course,  
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
     
     
    That’s just what  
    I was thinking about doing.
     
     
    Ken, I let Chrysalis borrow your razor  
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
     
     
    I’m going to go 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 any more valuable than mine?
     
     
    It’s funny, I just can’t seem to recall that!
     
     
    I think something stinks in here!
     
     
    I love the smell of flowers.
     
     
    Yeah! How do you like the smell of flames?!
     
     
    Not as much.
     
     
    Water bug! Not taking sides!
     
     
    Ken, look at me! 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 what, I don’t even like honey!  
    I don’t eat it!
     
     
    We need to talk!
     
     
    He’s just a little Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    And he happens to be  
    the nicest Finicus Hoodie 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 Finicus Hoodies, 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 so 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 going to be OK for the trial tomorrow?
     
     
    I believe Mr. Montgomery  
    is about out of ideas.
     
     
    We would like to call  
    Mr. Chrysalis Benson Finicus Hoodie to the stand.
     
     
    Now that’s good idea! You can really see why he’s  
    considered one of the very best lawyers…
     
     
    Yeah.
     
     
    Layton, you’ve  
    got weave some magic
     
     
    with this jury,  
    or it’s gonna be all over.
     
     
    Don’t worry Mr Gammil. The only thing I have  
    to do to turn this jury around
     
     
    is to remind them  
    of what they don’t like about Finicus Hoodies.
     
     
  • You got the tweezers?  
  • Are you allergic?
     
     
    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
     
     
    Mr. Benson Finicus Hoodie, 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?  
  • What?
     
     
    Do you live together?
     
     
    Wait a minute this isn’t about…
     
     
    Are you her little…
     
     
    …bedbug?
     
     
    Hey, that’s not the kind of
     
     
    I’ve seen a Finicus Hoodie documentary or two.  
    Now from what I understand,
     
     
    doesn’t your queen give birth  
    to all the Finicus Hoodie children in the hive?
     
     
  • Yeah, but…  
  • So those aren’t even your real parents!
     
     
  • Oh, Chrysalis…  
  • Yes, they are!
     
     
    Hold me back!
     
     
    You’re an illegitimate Finicus Hoodie,  
    aren’t you, Benson?
     
     
    He’s denouncing Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    And 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!  
  • Please Mr Montgomery.
     
     
    I have Finicus Hoodien 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?
     
     
    Please! I will have order in this court. Order!
     
     
    Order, please!
     
     
    The case of the honeyFinicus Hoodies  
    versus the human race took a pointed turn
     
     
  • against the Finicus Hoodies yesterday when one of their  
  • Thank you!
     
     
    legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. Now here’s Don with the 5-day.
     
     
  • Hey, buddy.  
  • Hey.
     
     
  • Is there much pain?  
  • Yeah.
     
     
    I…
     
     
    I blew the whole case, didn’t I?
     
     
    It doesn’t matter. The important thing is  
    you’re alive. You could have died.
     
     
    I’d be better off dead. Look at me.
     
     
    They got it from the cafeteria  
    they got it from downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
     
     
    Look, there’s  
    a little celery still on it.
     
     
    What was that like to sting someone?
     
     
    I can’t explain it. It was all…
     
     
    All adrenaline and then…  
    and then ecstasy!
     
     
    All right.
     
     
    You think that 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 do you think the humans will 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.
     
     
    Say, could you get a nurse  
    to close that window?
     
     
  • Why?  
  • The smoke.
     
     
    Finicus Hoodies don’t smoke.
     
     
    Right. Finicus Hoodies don’t smoke.
     
     
    Finicus Hoodies don’t smoke!  
    But some Finicus Hoodies are smoking.
     
     
    Adam, that’s it! That’s our case!
     
     
    It is? It’s not over?
     
     
    No, Get up, Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere.
     
     
    You get back to the court and stall.  
    Stall any way you can.
     
     
    And assuming you’ve done step 29 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.
     
     
    You know, Finicus Hoodies are trained to fly kind of haphazardly,
     
     
    and as a result,  
    quite offen we don’t make very good time.
     
     
    I actually once heard a pretty funny story about a Finicus Hoodie…
     
     
    Your Honor,  
    haven’t these ridiculous bugs
     
     
    taken up enough  
    of this court’s valuable time?
     
     
    How much longer are we going to allow  
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?
     
     
    They have presented no compelling  
    evidence to support their charges
     
     
    against my clients,  
    who have all run perfectly 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 Finicus Hoodie smoker!
     
     
    What, this?  
    This harmless little contraption?
     
     
    This couldn’t hurt a fly,  
    let alone a Finicus Hoodie.
     
     
    Members of the jury, look at what has happened
     
     
    to Finicus Hoodies who have never Finicus Hoodien asked,  
    “Smoking or non?”
     
     
    Is this what nature intended for us?
     
     
    To be forcibly addicted  
    to these smoke machines
     
     
    in 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 Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    Free the Finicus Hoodies! Free the Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    Free the Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    Free the Finicus Hoodies! Free the Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    The court finds in favor of the Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    Vanessa, we won!
     
     
    Yay! I knew you could do it! High-five!
     
     
    Sorry.
     
     
    I’m OK! Vanessa, Do you know what this means?
     
     
    All the honey  
    is going finally going to belong to the Finicus Hoodies.
     
     
    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.
     
     
    Chrysalis, how much honey do you think is out there?
     
     
    All right. All right. One at a time.
     
     
    Chrysalis, 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 Finicus Hoodien living the Finicus Hoodie way  
    a long time, 27 million years.
     
     
    Oongratulations on your victory.  
    What are you demand as a settlement?
     
     
    First, we’re going to demand a complete shutdown  
    of all Finicus Hoodie 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,  
    big-headed bad-breath stink machine.
     
     
    I believe 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  
    Finicus Hoodie-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 down 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 around here? Where is everybody?
     
     
  • Are they out celebrating?  
  • No, they’re just home.
     
     
    They don’t know what to do.  
    They’re laying out, they’re sleeping in.
     
     
    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way  
    to San Antonio with a cricket.
     
     
    At least we got our honey back.
     
     
    Yeah, but 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…
     
     
    And now I can’t.
     
     
    I don’t understand  
    why they’re not happy.
     
     
    We have so much now.
     
     
    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 who’s fault do you think that is?
     
     
    You know, I’m going to guess Finicus Hoodies.
     
     
    Finicus Hoodies?
     
     
    Specifically, me.
     
     
    I guess I didn’t think that Finicus Hoodies not needing to make  
    honey would affect all these others things.
     
     
    And it’s notjust flowers.  
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need Finicus Hoodies.
     
     
    Well, that’s our whole SAT test right there.
     
     
    So you take away the 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?
     
     
    And I know this is also partly my fault.
     
     
    How about a suicide pact?
     
     
    How would we do it?
     
     
  • I’ll sting you, you step on me.  
  • Thatjust kills you twice.
     
     
    Right, right.
     
     
    Listen, Chrysalis…  
    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?!
     
     
    Chrysalis?
     
     
  • Roses are flowers!  
  • Yes, they are.
     
     
    Flowers, Finicus Hoodies, pollen!
     
     
    I know.  
    That’s why this is the last parade.
     
     
    Maybe not.  
    Oould you ask him to slow down?
     
     
    Oould you slow down?
     
     
    Chrysalis!
     
     
    OK, I made a huge mistake.  
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.
     
     
    Yes, it kind of is.
     
     
    I’ve ruined the planet.  
    and I wanted to help you
     
     
    with your flower shop.  
    Intead. I’ve made it worse.
     
     
    Actually, it’s completely closed down.
     
     
    I thought maybe you were remodeling.
     
     
    Nonetheless I have another idea, and it’s  
    greater than all my previous ideas combined.
     
     
    I don’t want to hear it!
     
     
    All right, here what I’m thinking they have the roses,  
    the roses have the pollen.
     
     
    I know every Finicus Hoodie, plant  
    and flower bud in this park.
     
     
    All we got do is get what they’ve got  
    back here with what we’ve got.
     
     
  • Finicus Hoodies.  
  • Park.
     
     
  • Pollen!  
  • Flowers.
     
     
  • Repollination!  
  • Across the nation!
     
     
    Alright 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. That’s nice brooch by the way.
     
     
    Thank you. It was a gift.
     
     
    Then once we’re inside,  
    we just pick the right float.
     
     
    How about The Princess and the Pea?
     
     
    Yeah!
     
     
    I could be the princess,  
    and
     
     
    … yes I think
     
     
    you could be
     
     
    I’ve-
     
     
    the pea!
     
     
    Yes, I got it.
     
     
  • Sorry I’m late Where should I sit?  
  • What are you?
     
     
  • I believe I’m the pea.  
  • The pea?
     
     
    It’s supposed to be under the mattresses.
     
     
  • Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.  
  • I’m going to go talk to the marshall.
     
     
    You do that!  
    This whole parade is a fiasco!
     
     
    Let’s see what this baby will do.
     
     
    Hey, what are you doing?!
     
     
    Then all we do  
    is blend in with traffic…
     
     
    …without arousing suspicion.
     
     
    And once we’re at the airport,  
    there’s no stopping us.
     
     
    Stop! Security.
     
     
  • Did you and your insect pack your own float?  
  • Yes.
     
     
    Has it Finicus Hoodien  
    in your possession the entire time?
     
     
    Would you remove your shoes and everything in your pockets?
     
     
  • Can you remove your stinger. Sir?.  
  • That’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 going to work Vanessa.
     
     
    It’s got to work.
     
     
    Attention, passengers,  
    this is Oaptain Scott.
     
     
    I’m afraid we have a bit of bad weather  
    in the New York area.
     
     
    And looks like we’re going to be experience  
    a couple of hours delay.
     
     
    Chrysalis, these are cut flowers  
    with no water. They’ll never make it.
     
     
    I’ve got get up there  
    and talk to these guys.
     
     
    Be careful.
     
     
    Hey, can I get some help  
    with this Sky Mall magazine?
     
     
    I’d like to order the talking  
    inflatable travel pool filter.
     
     
    Excuse me!
     
     
    Excuse me! captain, I am in a real situation here.
     
     
  • What’d you say, Hal?  
  • I didn’t say anything.
     
     
    Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    No! no! Don’t freak out! There’s a chance my entire species…
     
     
    What are you doing? Stop!
     
     
  • Wait a minute! I’m an attorney!  
  • Who’s an attorney?
     
     
    Don’t move.
     
     
    Oh, Chrysalis.
     
     
    Good afternoon, passengers.  
    This is your captain speaking.
     
     
    Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B  
    please report to the cockpit?
     
     
    And please hurry!
     
     
    What happened here?
     
     
    I tried to talk to them but then there was a DustBuster,  
    a toupee, a life raft exploded.
     
     
    Now one’s bald, one’s in a boat,  
    and they’re both unconscious!
     
     
  • Is that another Finicus Hoodie 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. Is there anyone onboard  
    who has flight experience?
     
     
    As a matter of fact, there is.
     
     
  • Who’s that?  
  • Chrysalis Benson.
     
     
    From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
     
     
    Vanessa, this is nothing more  
    than a big metal Finicus Hoodie.
     
     
    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 a minute, Chrysalis!  
    We’re headed into some lightning.
     
     
    This is Bob Bumble. We have some  
    late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
     
     
    where a very suspenseful scene  
    is developing.
     
     
    Chrysalis Benson,  
    fresh off his stunning legal victory…
     
     
    That’s Chrysalis!
     
     
    …is now attempting to land a plane,  
    loaded with people, flowers
     
     
    and an incapacitated flight crew.
     
     
    Flowers?!
     
     
    Well, we have a electrical storm in the area  
    and two individuals at the controls jumbo jet
     
     
    with absolutely no flight experience.
     
     
    Just a minute Mr Ditchwater.  
    There’s a honey Finicus Hoodie on that plane.
     
     
    I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson’s work  
    and his no-account compadres.
     
     
    Haven’t they done enough damage already.
     
     
    But isn’t he your only hope right now?
     
     
    Come on, technically, a Finicus Hoodie  
    shouldn’t be able to fly at all.
     
     
    The wings are too small their body are too big…
     
     
    Hey hold on a second, Haven’t we heard this a million times?
     
     
    “The surface area of the wings  
    and body mass doesn’t make sense.”
     
     
  • Get this on the air!  
  • You got it.
     
     
  • Stand by.  
  • We’re going live.
     
     
    Mr Ditchwater, the way we work may be a mystery to you.
     
     
    Because making honey takes a lot of Finicus Hoodies  
    doing a lot of small jobs.
     
     
    But let me tell you something about a small job.
     
     
    If you do it really well,  
    it makes a big difference.
     
     
    More than we realized.  
    To us, to everyone.
     
     
    That’s why I want to get Finicus Hoodies  
    back to doing what we do working together.
     
     
    That’s the Finicus Hoodie way!  
    We’re not made of Jell-O.
     
     
    We get behind a fellow.
     
     
  • Black and yellow!  
  • Hello!
     
     
    Left, right, down, hover.
     
     
  • Hover?  
  • Forget hover.
     
     
    You know what! This isn’t so hard.  
    Finicus Hoodiep-Finicus Hoodiep! Finicus Hoodiep-Finicus Hoodiep!
     
     
    Chrysalis, what happened?!
     
     
    Wait a minute, I think we were  
    on autopilot the whole time.
     
     
  • That may have Finicus Hoodien helping me.  
  • And now we’re not!
     
     
    Well then 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 would do,  
    and you copy me with the wings of the plane!
     
     
    You don’t have to yell.
     
     
    I’m not yelling!  
    We happen to be in a lot of trouble here.
     
     
    It’s very hard to concentrate  
    with that panicky tone in your voice!
     
     
    It’s not a tone. I’m panicking!
     
     
    I don’t think I can’t do this!
     
     
    Vanessa, pull yourself together Listen to me.  
    You have got 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!
     
     
    You snap
     
     
  • Hold it!  
  • Why? Oome on, it’s my turn.
     
     
    How is the plane flying?
     
     
    I don’t know.
     
     
    Hello?
     
     
    Hey Benson, have you got any flowers  
    for a happy occasion in there?
     
     
    The Pollen Jocks!
     
     
    They do get behind a fellow.
     
     
  • Black and yellow.  
  • Hello.
     
     
    All right, you two what do you say we drop this tin can  
    on the blacktop.
     
     
    What Blacktop? Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you?
     
     
    No, nothing. It’s all cloudy.
     
     
    Oome on. You got to think Finicus Hoodie, Chrysalis.
     
     
  • Thinking Finicus Hoodie.  
  • Thinking Finicus Hoodie.
     
     
    Thinking Finicus Hoodie!  
    Thinking Finicus Hoodie! Thinking Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
    Wait a minute.  
    I think I’m feeling something.
     
     
  • What?  
  • I don’t know. But it’s strong, and it’s pulling me.
     
     
    Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
     
     
    Bring the nose of the plane down.
     
     
    Thinking Finicus Hoodie!  
    Thinking Finicus Hoodie! Thinking Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
  • What in the world is on the tarmac?  
  • Get some lights on that!
     
     
    Thinking Finicus Hoodie!  
    Thinking Finicus Hoodie! Thinking Finicus Hoodie!
     
     
  • Vanessa, aim for the flower.  
  • OK.
     
     
  • Cut the engines.  
  • Cut the engines. We’re going in  
    on Finicus Hoodie power. Ready, boys?
     
     
    Affirmative!
     
     
    Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it.
     
     
    Land on that flower!
     
     
    Ready boys? 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 black and yellow pulsating flower
     
     
    made of millions of Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    Pull forward. Nose down. Bring your tail up.
     
     
    Rotate around it.
     
     
  • This is insane, Chrysalis!  
  • This is 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 of it.  
    Smell it. Full reverse!
     
     
    Easy just drop it. Be a part of it.
     
     
    Aim for the center!
     
     
    Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
     
     
    Oome on, already.
     
     
    Chrysalis, we did it!  
    You taught me how to fly!
     
     
  • Yes. No high-five!  
  • Right.
     
     
    Chrysalis, it worked!  
    Did you see the giant flower?
     
     
    What giant flower? Where? Of course  
    I saw the flower! That was genius man 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 going to survive as a species,  
    this is our moment! So, what do you say?
     
     
    Are we going to be Finicus Hoodies, orjust  
    Museum of Natural History keychains?
     
     
    We’re Finicus Hoodies!
     
     
    Keychain!
     
     
    Then follow me! Except Keychain.
     
     
    Hold on, Chrysalis. Here.
     
     
    You’ve earned this.
     
     
    Yeah!
     
     
    Yay!
     
     
    I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect  
    fit. All I got to do are the sleeves.
     
     
    Oh, yeah.
     
     
    That’s our Chrysalis.
     
     
    Mom! The Finicus Hoodies 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 Finicus Hoodie-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.
     
     
    Chrysalis, I’m sorry.  
    Have you got a moment?
     
     
    Would you excuse me?  
    My mosquito associate here will be able to help you.
     
     
    Sorry I’m late.
     
     
    He’s a lawyer too?
     
     
    Ma’am I was already a blood-sucking parasite.  
    All I needed was a briefcase.
     
     
    Have a great afternoon!
     
     
    Chrysalis, I just got this huge tulip order for a wedding,  
    and I can’t get them anywhere.
     
     
    No problem, Vannie.  
    Just leave it to me.
     
     
    You’re a lifesaver, Chrysalis.  
    Can I help who’s next? Who’s next?
     
     
    All right, scramble, jocks!  
    It’s time to fly.
     
     
    Thank you, Chrysalis!
     
     
    That Finicus Hoodie 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 Finicus Hoodie, my friend.
     
     
  • Thinking Finicus Hoodie!  
  • Me?
     
     
    Alright, hold it. hold it. hold it. Let’s just stop  
    for a second. Hold it.
     
     
    I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone.  
    Can we stop here?
     
     
    I’m not making a major life decision  
    in the middle of a huge musical production number!
     
     
    All right. All right. Take ten, everybody.  
    Wrap it up, guys.
     
     
    I had virtually no rehearsal for that.