So basically it was my birthday Sunday and I asked for hello kitty stuff for my birthday so my mum told me to go in shein to get my own presents so I did… little did I know my mum got me more stuff this is probably the kindest thing she’s done so basically I got Sanrio character erasers, cinnamorroll and kuromi Lego sets I have a my melody one coming Sunday hopefully and cinnamoroll pyjamas 
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Guard Sorry, ma’am. That’s a nice brooch by the way. (pointing to a suspiciously bee-shaped pin on her coat)
Vanessa: Thank you. It was a gift.Barry: Then once we’re inside, we just pick the right float.
Vanessa: (excitedly) How about The Princess and the Pea?Barry: Yeah!
Vanessa: I could be the princess, and…
Barry: Yeah, I think…Vanessa: …you could be the pea!
Barry: …I got it.Barry flies up, dressed as a pea.Barry: Sorry I’m late, where should I sit?
The Float Princess What are you?
Barry: I believe I’m the pea.
The Float Princess The pea? It’s supposed to be under the mattresses.
Barry: Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
The Float Princess I’m going to go talk to the marshal.
Barry: You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco!Vanessa moves the 15 foot ladder away as the princess was about to step on it. She plummets to the ground and lands out of frame. Vanessa takes her place as the float princess.Barry: Let’s see what this baby will do. (He hot wires the engine.)
Float Official Hey, what are you doing?!
Barry: Then all we do is blend in with traffic without arousing suspicion. (They speed away, and weave through traffic recklessly.)
Barry: And once we’re at the airport, there’s no stopping us.
Airport Security: Stop! Security. Did you and your insect pack your own float?
Vanessa: Yes.
Airport Security: Has this float been in your possession the entire time?
Vanessa: Yes.Airport Security: Would you remove your shoes and everything in your pockets? Can you remove your stinger, sir?
Barry: Uh, that’s part of me.
Airport Security: I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight.
The float is all rolled up in a tube and is loaded onto the plane as luggage.
Barry: Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job.
On the plane, Barry uses a laptop and makes a graph by pushing random buttons. The screen says, RE-POLLINATION POSSIBLE.
Barry: Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is going to work, Vanessa.
Vanessa: It’s got to work.
Captain: (over the intercom) Attention, passengers, this is Captain 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.
Vanessa: Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it.
Barry: I’ve got to get up there and talk to these guys.
Vanessa: Be careful.
Barry: (knocking on the cabin door) Hey, can I get some help with this Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
The flight attendant opens the door, and Barry sneaks past by blending in with a black and yellow striped CAUTION sign.
Barry: Excuse me, Captain, I’m in a real situation here.
Scott: What did you say, Hal?
Hal: I didn’t say anything.Scott: Ah! Bee!
Barry: No, no! Don’t freak out! There’s a chance my entire species…The pilot grabs a handheld vacuum cleaner, turns it on, and lunges it at Barry around the head of his copilot.Hal: What are you doing?
The vacuum sucks up the copilot’s toupee, jamming it.
Scott: Uh-oh!
Barry: (landing on the copilot’s head) Wait a minute! I’m an attorney!
Hal: Who’s an attorney?
Scott: Don’t move.The pilot swings and hits the copilot in the head, knocking him unconscious. His head falls on a button, deploying a life raft that inflates rapidly into the captain, knocking him out too.Barry: Oh, Barry.
Cut back to the cabin, where Vanessa is still using the laptop.
Barry (on intercom): Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain speaking. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry!
Vanessa heads over to the cockpit and sees the unconscious pilot and copilot.
Vanessa: What happened here?
Barry: 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!
Vanessa: Is that another bee joke?
Barry: No! No one’s flying the plane!
Radio: This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status?
Vanessa: This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York.
Control Tower: Where’s the pilot?
Vanessa: He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot.
Control Tower: Not good. Is there anyone on-board who has flight experience?
Barry: As a matter of fact, there is.Control Tower: Who’s that?
Vanessa: Barry Benson.
Control Tower: From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
Barry: Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines.
Vanessa: I can’t fly a plane.
Barry: Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot?
Vanessa: Yes.
Barry: How hard could it be?
Vanessa: Wait a minute, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning.
At Barry’s house, Adam stuffs his face with whipped cream. A TV plays in the background, when a sudden news report comes in.
News Anchor, Bob Bumble: This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a very suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh off his stunning legal victory…Adam: (mouth full of whipped cream) That’s Barry!
Bob Bumble: …is now attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers, and an incapacitated flight crew.
Adam and Barry’s Family: Flowers?!
Air Traffic Control Man, Mr. Ditchwater: Well, we have an electrical storm in the area, and two individuals at the controls of a jumbo jet with absolutely no flight experience.
Reporter Bee: Just a minute, Mr. Ditchwater. There’s a honey bee on that plane.
Mr. Ditchwater: I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson’s work and his no-account compadres. Haven’t they done enough damage already?
Reporter Bee: But isn’t he your only hope right now?
Mr. Ditchwater: Come on, technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. The wings are too small their bodies are too big…
Barry (over radio): 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.”
Reporter Bee: Get this on the air!
Cameraman Bee: You got it.
Control Room Bee: Stand by. We’re going live.
Barry: Mr. Ditchwater, the way we work may be a mystery to you. Because making honey takes a lot of bees 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 bees back to doing what we do best working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. Black and yellow!
All the bees in the hive: Hello!
Barry guides Vanessa to fly the plane according to his movements.Barry: Left, right, down, hover.
Vanessa: Hover?
Barry: Forget hover.
Vanessa: You know what, This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (she pretend beeps the steering column.)
Suddenly, lightning strikes the plane, frying the controls.
Vanessa: Barry, what happened?!Barry: Wait a minute, I think we were on autopilot that whole time.
Vanessa: That may have been helping me.
Barry: And now we’re not!
Vanessa: (pouting) Well, then it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
Back at the hive, General Lou assembles the squadrons of Pollen Jocks.
General Lou: All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out!
(back on the plane)Barry: Our only chance is if I do what I would do, and you copy me with the wings of the plane!
Vanessa: You don’t have to yell.
Barry: I’m not yelling! We happen to be in a lot of trouble here.
Vanessa: It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice!
Barry: It’s not a tone. I’m panicking!
Vanessa: I don’t think I can do this!
Barry: Vanessa, pull yourself together. Listen to me You have got to snap out of it! (Barry slaps Vanessa.)
Vanessa: (gasps) You snap out of it. (Vanessa slaps Barry, which should have killed him.)
Barry: You snap out of it. (slap)
Vanessa: You snap out of it. (slap)
Barry: You snap out of it. (slap)The two continue to slap each other instead of fly the plane, and the plane starts dipping. The bee squadrons emerge from the clouds and get on the underside of the plane, supporting its weight on their shoulders.Barry: You snap out of it. (slap)
Vanessa: You snap out of it. (slap) Hold it!
Barry: Why? Come on, it’s my turn.
Vanessa: How is the plane flying?
Barry: I don’t know. (Barry’s antennae start ringing.) Hello?
General Lou: Hey Benson, have you got any flowers for a happy occasion in there?
Barry: The Pollen Jocks!
Vanessa: They do get behind a fellow.
Barry: Black and yellow.
General Lou: Hello. Alright you two, what do you say we drop this tin can on the blacktop?
Vanessa: What blacktop? Where? I can’t see anything. Can you?
Barry: No, nothing. It’s all cloudy.
Adam: Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.
Down on the tarmac, Adam leads a large group of bees in chanting “Thinking Bee” and performing synchronized arm movements.
All the bees: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Barry: Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something.
Vanessa: What?
Barry: 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.
All the bees: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Mr. Ditchwater: What in the world is on the tarmac? Get some lights on that!
Floodlights point to reveal the bees have assembled into the pattern of a giant pulsing black and yellow flower on the tarmac.Barry: Vanessa, aim for the flower.
Vanessa: Okay.
Barry: Cut the engines.
Vanessa: Cut the engines?
Barry: We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys?
General Lou: Affirmative!
Barry: Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready boys? Give me full reverse!
General Lou: Spin it around!
The plane hovers around a parked plane that has a flower logo.Barry: Not that flower! The other flower!
Vanessa: Which flower?
Barry: That flower!
Vanessa: I’m aiming at the flower! (EDITOR’S NOTE: Wait a minute, didn’t they cut the engines? How is Vanessa steering anything?)
Barry: That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant black and yellow flower pulsating made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Bring your tail up. Rotate around it.
Vanessa: This is insane, Barry!
Barry: This is the only way I know how to fly.
Mr. Ditchwater: Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern?
Barry: 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!
The plane lands safely in the middle of the flower pattern as the bees disperse. Countless flowers empty out of the cargo hold. In the cabin, the passengers glance around impatiently as they wait to be let off.
Passenger: Come on already!
Bell chimes, and they all spring up and get their luggage. Vanessa descends an emergency slide.
Vanessa: Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly!
Barry: Yes! No high-five!
Vanessa: Right.
Adam: Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower?
Barry: What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius, man! Genius!
Adam: Thank you.
Barry: But we’re not done yet.
Barry flies up on top of the plane to address the massive throng of bees on the tarmac.
Barry: 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 bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains?
Bees: We’re bees!
Male bee: Keychain!
Barry: Then everyone, follow me! Except Keychain.
Pollen Jock: Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. (places a pollen jock jacket on Barry and gives him a helmet and the 3 pollen jocks cheer while Vanessa gives him a thumbs up)
Vanessa: Yay!
Barry: I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I got to do are the sleeves.
(The pollen jocks toss Barry a nectar pack.)
Barry: Oh, yeah.
Mom: (proudly) That’s our Barry! (Barry’s dad nods proudly in agreement.)
The bees begin their task of collecting the pollen, as Sheryl Crow’s “Here Comes the Sun” starts playing in the background. Then the bees travel with their pollen to the city park. Barry breaks off from the pack and dusts the dying flowers outside of Vanessa’s flower shop with pollen, instantly rejuvenating them to their former glory. (EDITOR’S NOTE: in case it wasn’t obvious, that’s not how that works in the slightest.) In the park, the pollen jocks begin pollinating the fields with a wake of pollen, restoring the plant life instantly.
Kid with a frisbee: Mom! The bees are back!
Cut to inside the hive, Adam is putting on the finger-shaped Krelman headgear.
Adam: If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight!
The hive factory is once again buzzing with activity.
Cut to the flower shop, the sign now reads, “Vanessa and Barry: Flowers, Honey, Legal Advice”.Vanessa: Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Yes, can I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these.
Behind a door in the shop labeled “Insects at Law”, Barry sits in an office listening to a cow’s pleas.
Cow: Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat!
Barry: I had no idea.
Vanessa: Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment?
Barry: (to the cow) Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate here will be able to help you.
Mooseblood: Sorry I’m late.
Cow: He’s a lawyer too?
Mooseblood: Ma’am, I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase.
Vanessa: (to customers) Have a great afternoon! (to Barry) Barry, I just got this huge tulip order for a wedding, and I can’t get them anywhere.
Barry: No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me.
Vanessa: You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Can I help who’s next? Who’s next?
Barry: All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly.Vanessa: Thank you, Barry!
(Ken walks by and sees the sign that says “Vanessa and Barry: Flowers, Honey, Legal Advice” and becomes disgusted.)
Ken: Ugh! That bee is living my life!
Ken’s friend: (guiding Ken protectively) Let it go, Kenny.
Ken: When will this nightmare end?!
Ken’s friend: Let it all go.
Barry: Beautiful day to fly.
Pollen Jock: Sure is.
Barry: Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office.
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Narrator: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that 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.
Cut to Barry’s room, where he’s picking out what to wear.
Barry Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Yeah, let’s shake it up a little.
Barry uses honey from a dispenser to style his hair, rinse his mouth, and then applies it to his armpits.
Mom (Janet Benson) (calling from downstairs:) Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Barry: Coming! (phone rings) Oh, hang on a second. (adjusts his antennas into a headset) Hello?
Adam Flayman (on the phone) Barry?
one day in the middle and just hitchhiked around the hive.
Adam: You did come back different.
(a bee calls out as they drive past)
Bee: Hi, Barry.
Barry: Hey Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
Adam: Hey, did you hear about Frankie?
Barry: Yeah.
Adam: You goin’ to his funeral?
Barry: No, I’m not goin’ to his funeral. Everybody knows you sting someone, you die. You don’t waste it on a squirrel. He was such a hothead.
Adam: Yeah, I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.
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Out-freak your significant other’s freak, and then they say something like ‘I’m starting to realize I’m getting a lot more than I signed up for when I started falling for you’?
