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created Feb 27th 2021, 21:54 by heybrong


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- Across the nation!
 
   
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.
 
   
They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
 
   
Security will be tight.
 
   
I have an idea.
 
   
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
 
   
Official floral business. It's real.
 
   
Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
 
   
Thank you. It was a gift.
 
   
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.
 
   
How about The Princess and the Pea?
 
   
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
 
   
Yes, I got it.
 
   
- Where should I sit?
- What are you?
 
   
- I believe I'm the pea.
- The pea?
 
   
It goes under the mattresses.
 
   
- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.
 
   
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
 
   
Let's see what this baby'll do.
 
   
Hey, what are you doing?!
 
   
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...
 
   
...without arousing suspicion.
 
   
Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.
 
   
Stop! Security.
 
   
- You and your insect pack your float?
- Yes.
 
   
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
 
   
Would you remove your shoes?
 
   
- Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me.
 
   
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
 
   
Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
 
   
Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
 
   
I think this is gonna work.
 
   
It's got to work.
 
   
Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.
 
   
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
 
   
It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.
 
   
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.
 
   
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
 
   
Be careful.
 
   
Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
 
   
I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
 
   
Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.
 
   
- What'd you say, Hal?
- Nothing.
 
   
Bee!
 
   
Don't freak out! My entire species...
 
   
What are you doing?
 
   
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
- Who's an attorney?
 
   
Don't move.
 
   
Oh, Barry.
 
   
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
 
   
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
 
   
And please hurry!
 
   
What happened here?
 
   
There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
 
   
One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!
 
   
- Is that another bee joke?
- No!
 
   
No one's flying the plane!
 
   
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?
 
   
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.
 
   
Where's the pilot?
 
   
He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.
 
   
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
 
   
As a matter of fact, there is.
 
   
- Who's that?
- Barry Benson.
 
   
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
 
   
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
 
   
It's got giant wings, huge engines.
 
   
I can't fly a plane.
 
   
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
- Yes.
 
   
How hard could it be?
 
   
Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.
 
   
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
 
   
where a suspenseful scene
is developing.
 
   
Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...
 
   
That's Barry!
 
   
...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
 
   
and an incapacitated flight crew.
 
   
Flowers?!
 
   
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls
 
   
with absolutely no flight experience.
 
   
Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.
 
   
I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.
 
   
They've done enough damage.
 
   
But isn't he your only hope?
 
   
Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.
 
   
Their wings are too small...
 
   
Haven't we heard this a million times?
 
   
"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."
 
   
- Get this on the air!
- Got it.
 
   
- Stand by.
- We're going live.
 
   
The way we work may be a mystery to you.
 
   
Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.
 
   
But let me tell you about a small job.
 
   
If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.
 
   
More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.
 
   
That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.
 
   
That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.
 
   
We get behind a fellow.
 
   
- Black and yellow!
- Hello!
 
   
Left, right, down, hover.
 
   
- Hover?
- Forget hover.
 
   
This isn't so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
 
   
Barry, what happened?!
 
   
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.
 
   
- That may have been helping me.
- And now we're not!
 
   
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
 
   
All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!
 
   
Move out!
 
   
Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
 
   
Don't have to yell.
 
   
I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.
 
   
It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!
 
   
It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
 
   
I can't do this!
 
   
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!
 
   
You snap out of it.
 
   
You snap out of it.
 
   
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
 
   
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
 
   
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
 
   
- Hold it!
- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.
 
   
How is the plane flying?
 
   
I don't know.
 
   
Hello?
 
   
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
 
   
The Pollen Jocks!
 
   
They do get behind a fellow.
 
   
- Black and yellow.
- Hello.
 
   
All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.
 
   
Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?
 
   
No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
 
   
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.
 
   
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.
 
   
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
 
   
Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.
 
   
- What?
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
 
   
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
 
   
Bring the nose down.
 
   
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
 
   
- What in the world is on the tarmac?
- Get some lights on that!
 
   
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
 
   
- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
- OK.
 
   
Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
 
   
Affirmative!
 
   
Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
 
   
Land on that flower!
 
   
Ready? Full reverse!
 
   
Spin it around!
 
   
- Not that flower! The other one!
- Which one?
 
   
- That flower.
- I'm aiming at the flower!
 
   
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
 
   
made of millions of bees!
 
   
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
 
   
Rotate around it.
 
   
- This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly.
 
   
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
 
   
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!
 
   
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
 
   
Aim for the center!
 
   
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
 
   
Oome on, already.
 
   
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!
 
   
- Yes. No high-five!
- Right.
 
   
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
 
   
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
 
   
- Thank you.
- But we're not done yet.
 
   
Listen, everyone!
 
   
This runway is covered
with the last pollen
 
   
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.
 
   
That means this is our last chance.
 
   
We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
 
   
If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?
 
   
Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?
 
   
We're bees!
 
   
Keychain!
 
   
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
 
   
Hold on, Barry. Here.
 
   
You've earned this.
 
   
Yeah!
 
   
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
 
   
Oh, yeah.
 
   
That's our Barry.
 
   
Mom! The bees are back!
 
   
If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.
 
   
I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!
 
   
Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who's next?
 
   
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
 
   
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!
 
   
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
 
   
I had no idea.
 
   
Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?
 
   
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
 
   
Sorry I'm late.
 
   
He's a lawyer too?
 
   
I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
 
   
Have a great afternoon!
 
   
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.
 
   
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
 
   
You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?
 
   
All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.
 
   
Thank you, Barry!
 
   
That bee is living my life!
 
   
Let it go, Kenny.
 
   
- When will this nightmare end?!
- Let it all go.
 
   
- Beautiful day to fly.
- Sure is.
 
   
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
 
   
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.
 
   
- Thinking bee!
- Me?
 
   
Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.
 
   
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?
 
   
I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!
 
   
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
 
   
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
  

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