According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should
be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off
the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care
what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow,
black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a
little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? -
Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t.
I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid
good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate.
We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very
proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. -
Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye!
Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey,
Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never
thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high
school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a
day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi,
Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody
knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a
hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this
incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t
need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. -
Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes
our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we
pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we
go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. -
Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a
division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow.
Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to
the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when
our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret
formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and
bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive
golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my
cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee
existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. -
What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest
advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little
strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan
anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones.
But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot.
But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the
rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know
that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as
a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll
just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind!
“What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever?
That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only
have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never
have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees.
We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever
think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one
example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please
clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck
it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them
this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but
some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great!
You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I
wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned.
Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You
can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.
Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a
lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.
Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.
Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at
these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It
must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he
was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What
were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can
autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades?
Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here
tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe
you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going
0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I
might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you
surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well,
there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get
bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about
stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you
stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful
thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field
just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon
animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your
son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny
sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny!
You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a
stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I
have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo!
Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and
call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work
today! - Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.
Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk,
hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of
them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our
first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? -
No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open,
not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? -
Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax
monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A
bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady.
Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck
down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee,
pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator,
stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should…
Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant
nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out?
Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for
the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello?
Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a
Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at
that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight
deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up.
Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. -
Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms,
hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of
reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because
of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for
you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All
right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz,
buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for
this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae,
check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared
out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those
petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers!
Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast
and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses
visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger.
Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a
kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? -
No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a
dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of
magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power.
More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m
picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need
those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the
move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That
was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but
I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like
it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My
sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! -
This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s
little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like
a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we
tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can
start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser!
Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! -
Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If
you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him,
Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is
unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in
rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could
you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please?
Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see?
Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that?
Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This…
Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my
special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one?
Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder
we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I
leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I
say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember
the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could
feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop!
Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You
know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his
life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has
value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure!
There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic
thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up.
Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a
special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week?
Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob
chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta
say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right,
here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble.
It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t
believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on!
No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like
jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi!
I’m sorry. - You’re talking. - Yes, I know. You’re talking!
I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But
I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very
disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a
bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all
trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you.
It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I’m talking
with a bee. - Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to
me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. - Wait! How
did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did,
I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. - That’s very
funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with
what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? -
Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t
want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It’s
just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don’t be ridiculous! - Actually,
I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn’t. - Have
some. - No, I can’t. - Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple
micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don’t help. You look great! I
don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right?
No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison.
He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The
wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said
Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke?
That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you
gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for
the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel.
- You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but
I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our
new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if
you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep
Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that
area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their
toes? - Why not? - It’s like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe
I’ll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having
two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the
coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I
did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece
of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All
right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry.
And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing.
Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s
all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. -
Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment
of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant,
scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill
you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don’t. - How’d
you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever
you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out
yourjob and be normal. - Well… - Well? Well, I met someone. You did?
Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no,
not a wasp. - Spider? - I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s
the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that
face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You
wouldn’t break a bee law. - Her name’s Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She’s
so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human
florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands
me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They
call it a crumb. - It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what
they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! - You know what a
Oinnabon is? - No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat
it up… Sit down! …really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them!
We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the
heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen
to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! -
Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking
bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your
problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will
this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve
got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no
life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to
make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you.
Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You
coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be
too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We’re still here. - I told you not
to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! - Then why yell at
me? - Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry,
I’ve gotta go. - Where are you going? - I’m meeting a friend. A
girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s
Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To
be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on
a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the
roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How
come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you
run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your
turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t
have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible,
horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those
jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have
to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk,
write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any
emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. -
What is wrong with you?! - It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save
circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down
to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I’ll bet. What
in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute
Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? -
I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You
don’t have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get
it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it!
There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing!
- It’s organic. - It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just
what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of
stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we
have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m
getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done?
- Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and
just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted,
box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And
now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s
your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The
last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours
now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where!
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible
thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them.
And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What?
You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves.
Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m
going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m
going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! -
What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump
on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so
doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m
Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!!
- You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the
radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far
as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where
they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. - Bees hang tight.
- We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on
our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? -
You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See
a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must
meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth,
dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be
kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee!
- Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y'all down here. Did you
bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and
it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a
brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out
the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas
3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the
nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out.
They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey,
and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah.
It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with
fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your
queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen!
What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey
is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than
anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop.
Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these
look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously
doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking
to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. -
Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San
Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what
you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so
overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I
remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two
cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if
it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In
the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That’s a
killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place
where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action
news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette
Ohung. - Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. - And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A
tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for
stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally!
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens
here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this
week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever
think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have
never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee
Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were
thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee
community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of
the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world
too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a
show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes
on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week
next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward,
pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at
the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey,
her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that?
Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? -
Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello,
bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a
half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you
better go 'cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt
night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You
two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge
help. - Frosting… - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the
competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And
it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving
balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And
artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too.
Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake
things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe
this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit’s a pretty
big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I
sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say,
“Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an
incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously
waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for
ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into
here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many
humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar
multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to
stay behind the barricade. - What’s the matter? - I don’t know, I
just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on
this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right.
Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the
Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re
representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr.
Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m
kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my
grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was
man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put
before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines,
just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the
silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know
this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood
wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies
and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee.
Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We
invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives.
Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can
take it from us 'cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that,
after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not
only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d
dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So,
Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I
suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they
provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very
disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do
you? - No. - I couldn’t hear you. - No. - No. Because you don’t
free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear
would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very
lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like
this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your
living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows!
OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being
here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was
with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police
officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we
have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for
nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever
been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or
should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You
idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win
for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your
resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil
that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it
isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny,
helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your
lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a
goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this
creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You’re all
thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit
down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that.
I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right,
legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a
great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn’t think you were
coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I
didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he
was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it
up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a
tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a
little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken,
Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating
with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t
see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob.
We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but
we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking
about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope
that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do
that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your
little mind games. - What’s that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia,
that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to
recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of
flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug!
Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is
pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! -
You’re bluffing. - Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is
gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you
doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need
to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee
I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are
there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt
night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller
coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free,
artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know
it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are
you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas.
We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea!
You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers…
Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or
it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do
to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like
about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to
losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I
think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to
that woman? We’re friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you
live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug?
I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand,
doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah,
but… - So those aren’t your real parents! - Oh, Barry… - Yes,
they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you,
Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y'all date your cousins? -
Objection! - I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s
what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The
venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a
winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like
equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they
know! It’s their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can’t feel my
legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my
heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order,
please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed
turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung
Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? -
Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter.
What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better
off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a
tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was
it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All
adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was
all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What
were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this
world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I
hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad.
Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get
a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don’t smoke.
Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are
smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get
dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly,
you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where
is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees
are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very
good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor,
haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s
valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans
to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their
charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for
a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid
I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you
can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the
evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a
smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee
smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t
hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who
have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature
intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and
man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He’s playing the species
card. Ladies and gentlemen