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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! minions Minions Minions have been on this planet far longer than we have. They go by many names. Dave, Carl, Paul, Mike. Oh, that one is Norbert. He's an idiot. They're all different. But they all share the same goal. To serve the most despicable master they could find. BOSS! - Boss. - Boss. Making their master happy was the tribe's very reason for existence. But that's not to say that they didn’t have other passions. - Hey, look. It's a banana. - Move over. Hey, I know. It's a banana. Ha-hah-ha. Yum yum. Huh? Finding a Boss was easy. But keeping a Boss... therein lies the rub. Ow. Ow. Owww. Whoa! Oh. - Oop. - Aw. - Oh. - Oh. I am... oaf. Aw. Nope, it wasn't easy for these guys. But they never gave up. With the emergence of the stone age came the rise of a new species. Man was very different from the dinosaur. He was shorter, hairier and way, way smarter. The minions took an instant liking to Man and helped him as best they could. Oh, no no... Here. A present. - This? - Yes yes yes. For hitting. Ut-ut. Aw! Poor man. So trusting, so fragile, so-so delicious. Their quest for a boss put the minions front and center for some of the civilization most historic moments. Ancient Egypt held great promise. Okay! But it didn't last long. Hmm. Oh. Here. Yup. Ow! The dark ages were actually fun times. Their new master had a tendency to party all night and sleep all day. Ahem. Yoo-hoo. [Happy Birthday] 357 Oh. But eventually the party was over. Achoo. They bounced from one evil master to another. But they never seemed to find their perfect fit. One particular employer took their failure very very badly. Huh? The Minions had no other choice but to keep moving. Oh. Look. And then, when all hopes seem lost. They found sanctuary. The Minions were safe. Years passed as the Minions forged their own civilization. They truly made a life for themselves. But something just wasn't right. They felt empty inside. Without a master, they had no purpose. They became aimless and depressed. If this continue any longer, the Minions would perish. But all was not lost, for one Minion had a plan. His name was Kevin. He was excited to share his idea with the tribe. He'd been preparing for days, weeks, months. But now he was ready. Buddies. Kevin would leave the cave, go back to the outside world and he would not return until he had found his tribe the biggest baddest villain deserved. But he needed help. Me! Me! I will come. Bob was eager to go. - Kevin? But Kevin felt he was just not strong enough for the dangerous journey ahead. Uh no. One other Minion? Me. Choose me. Me! Choose me! Aw. Me! I will come. Luckily someone stepped up. - Huh? - Stuart! Come here. Huh. Me? Me? Oh, thank you. Truth be told. Stuart had no idea what he was chose for. Huh! Wh-Why? But was thrilled that made people cheered for him. Uh. Stuart, Stuart. One more? ME! I am strong. See here. See! - Oh. - Oh. Uh... okay. One more. Kevin. Choose me. Please. Choose me, Kevin. Come here. Huh. Yeah! Ha ha. Eventually, Bob's energy and enthusiasm but mostly lack of other volunteers changed Kevin's mind. - Kumbaya! - Kumbaya! Kumbaya. Big boss! Big boss! The tribe said their farewells. Kevin had given them something they haven't had in a long time. - Hope. - Kevin! - Bob! - (Big boss! Big boss!) Hey,Tony. Good luck to you. Tom. Take care. And Chris. See you later. - Hey Bob, you coming? - Yes, yes. Big boss! Big boss! Bye bye. Kevin felt pride. He was going to be the one to save his tribe. Stuart felt, hungry mostly. He was going to be the one to eat this banana. - And Bob - Oh. Bob was frightened of the journey ahead. Okay. Okay. Look for the big boss. Ah. There you go, Bob. Come on. And they were off. Off, to find their new boss. Come on, Bob. Huh? Kevin? Oh. - Hungry? - Food? There is no food. Huh. Banana. Uh. Stuart, What it it? Banana. - Banana! - Aww. - Stuart. - Food. Stop! Bob! Stop! Huh. Oh. Land! Bob. New York 1968 - Oh, look at that one. - Whoa! Whoa. Look at that one. Peace! - Make love, not war! Peace to the world. Boo ya. Boo ya. Boo Ya! Boo ya, boo ya. [Music Pad] Banana. Whoa. OUT NOW Songs of Aloha Biggest Hit of 1968 Ba-Banana. Hey. Stuart. Hey, oh. Bee-do. Where is Bob? - Kevin... - Huh. Bob! Oh. Banana. Bob! ( fancy's ) Huh. Ah, Bob. Wow. Whoa. Huh, Bob. There's Bob. Come on. Excuse me. Coming through. Ah... Okay. You go right. - And I go this way. - Huh? Bob! The store is now closing. - Hey, what are you doing? - Excuse me. Excuse me. - Bob, where you? - Give me that. Oh, Kevin. I am over here, Ke... Oh. Huh. Hey, ha ha. My buddies? You are here. You are here, my buddies. Hey. It's me, Bob. Hey. My buddies. Huh? Oh. Bob! Bob! Oh. There you are. - What happened? - Nothing. Oh. There, here's Tim. Oh, ha ha. My Tim. Thank you. Hm? Oh no. They are closed. Hey. Look at this. Boing, boing, Come on in. - Let's have it, Stuart. - Yes, yes. Just a second. Ah. How's this shows? - Uh, nah. Try another channel. - Okay, okay, changing. Oh, THE DATING GAME. Okay, Let's watch this. And welcome back to the Dating Game. Well Jennifer. Have you decided which of these 3 gentlemen, you'll go on a date with? - Is it Bob? - Yeah! Go Bob. - Kevin. - It's me, Kevin. - Or will it be Stuart? - Oh. Yo, Stuart. Gosh. This is so hard. They all sounded so cute. I think I'm going to go with... Nobody panic, alright. Now, now. Calm down, Stuart. V... N... C... You're watching the top secret Villain Network Channel. If you tell anyone, we'll find you. Huh. Don't move. Sponsored by Villain-Con. For 89 years straight. The biggest gathering of criminals anywhere. That-That's where we would find the big boss. Attend guest lectures from esteem villains. Make contacts in the underworld community. And, for the first time anywhere, Scarlet Overkill ! Evil. So evil. - Criminal genius. - Hey. Girl's got to make a living. - Move aside, men. - Make way. - There's a new bad man in town. - Excuse me. And that man is a woman. - Crime isn't ready. - It's red hot. Get to Villain-Con this weekend. Only at 545 Orange Grove Avenue, in Orlando, Florida. So much fun, it's a crime. Heh-heh-heh. Oh. Villain-Con, Orlando. - Woo hoo. - Ha-ha-ha. Hello. Orlando? Ah, buttocks. Hey, greetings. Orlando? Ooh. Hello, Papagena. You beautiful papaya. - Do you know, Orlando? - Oh. I think. - That way. - Uh huh. - Ah, okay. Thank you, baby. - Bye bye. - That way. - Ah. To Orlando! Ah! Papagena! [NEW YORK] Hey, Stuart. Do you best. Oh yeah, far out. Welcome to Wayne, brother. No. No no no. Kevin. I'll do it. I'll do it. You watch. Ha-ha-ha... "No no, no no. I'll do it. I'll do it. You watch." Yah, right. Just you wait. I'll show you. Hey. Stop! Stop! Stop...! Over here. Stop! Stop! Stop. Stop. Stop... There. You do it. Stuart, that's him. 0RLANDO Oh, Walter look. These adorable little freaks are heading to Orlando too. Yeah, I see that. Hey, Walter Junior. - What's happening? - Tina. - Hi. Pinkie. What do you say we give these fellows a ride? - Yeah! New friends. - Yeah! New friends. All aboard the Nelson Express. You, one eye, You're sitting next to me. Okay. I'm going. Stuart. Just get on. Glad we came along before some weirdos picked you up. Who wants apple slices? Ahh. Apple. Oh, you too. Growing of a... boy like... creatures need their strength. Okay. You want it? Yeah! Thanks, man. Alrighty. Who needs to stretch their legs? - Yeah! - Yes. Me me me! You guys wait right here. We'll be right back. Okay, Nelsons. Let's do this. Uh. Protection? Go go go! Okey dokey, on the road again. Dad, we got company. It's because I tripped the alarm. - I stink. - Hey. We all make mistakes, sugar plum. You're still learning. Whoa! What! - Your father's right, Tina. - Reload. - He wasn’t this good at being evil overnight. - Reload. Your time is coming. Ah! It's jammed. Huh? - Give me. - No. - Give me. Give me! - No no. No. - Okay, who did that? - It's Stuart. - Huh? Me... me... - That was great. Ha ha ha. Thank you. Give me. Give me. Give me. Say, fellows. Can we get personal for just a second? Why are you going to Orlando? Come on, you can tell us, You're going to Villain-Con, aren't you? Yes, Villain-Con. Villain-Con. Wow, so many bad guys in the car. - What fun. - I knew it. I knew you were villains. Didn't I, honey? What a small world. Hope we're not in rival gangs. Heh heh heh. Pinkie, joke. Babies, huh? Hey, everybody. The boss. It's big boss. Let's go welcome him. - Yah. - Hoo hoo. - Boss. - Boss. Boss. The boss. Sheesh. sheesh. Sheesh, sheesh... The boss will speak. When we get to Orlando, I'm going to get all my favorite villains to sign my magazine. Dumo, the Sumo. Oh oh. He's a boss. Oh, Kevin! You don't want to work for him. He ate his last henchman. Frankie Fishlips. He lives in the ocean. - Ah. And he's the boss? - Uh. - Can you breathe under water? - Bah... So so. Oh oh oh. Look at her, Scarlet Overkill! The coolest supervillain, like ever. She started out as your average little girl. Bracers, pig tails. But, by the time she was 13, She built a criminal empire. If I was a Minion, that's who I would want to work for. Ah... Scarlet Overkill. Whoa. - Here we are, beautiful Orlando. - Yeah, we're here! Orlando Coming soon! Orlando. [545] [ BAIT SHOP ] Hey gang, watch this. Welcome to Billy Bob's Bait Shop, how can I help you? Yeah. Hi. We are here for... "So much fun, it's a crime." [PARKING ->] Woo-hoo. Yeh! It's Villain-Con. The Villain-Con! LUV.2.ROB NEW YORK Alright, here we go. Well, this is it. I wanted to tell you and I really I mean this. I'm really appreciate what you did back there with the cops. Really. Dad! It's Frankie Fishlips. - I can smell him from here! - Junior, get my camera. Good luck in there, boys. I hope you find what you are looking for. - Yeah, bye. - Bye. And here we come, Villain-Con! - Ha ha. - Yeah! - Villain-Con. - Ya! Hoo. [ Welcome to VILLAIN-CON ] 1968 [FREEZE-RAY] - Whoa. Any evil talents? Not bad. What about you? Any evil talents? Hello. La la la. La la la. Eh? That's not evil, or a talent. Hello! Ahaa! Ha ha. No? I'm sorry, but I'm not looking for any more servants. For I, Professor Flux, have invented the world's first Time machine, Every time I visit the future, I bring my future self back to help me. Hello. Who's that over there, Professor Flux from 2 weeks from now? As you can see, I don't need any help. Oh. Way to go, guys. We killed the original. - Huh! - Aw! Please. Villain-Con, I present our keynote speaker. Scarlet Overkill. The world's first female supervillain. Appearing right now in Hall 8. - Bob, Stuart, buddies. Buddies, let's go. It's Scarlet Overkill. - Scarlet? - Come on. Come on. Kevin. Are you ready... for Scarlet Overkill. Ha. Doesn't it feel so good to be bad? - Scarlet-Scarlet-Scarlet... - Yes! - Hoo-hoo-hoo. Ha-ha-ha... - Whoa. - Wow. Scarlet! Whoa. Ha ha. What beauty. Wow. Thank you. Thank you so much. Okay. Shh shh shh. When I started out, people said a woman could never rob a bank as well as a man. Well. Time's changed. I love you, Scarlet! Look at all those faces out there, we are all so different. But we have one thing in common. We were born with flippers! No? Just me? Okay. We have big dreams, and we will do anything to make them come true. Have any of you ever dreamt of working for the greatest supervillain of all time? Heh-heh-heh. Well. What if I were to tell you, that I am looking for a new henchman! Hey, big boss. This is our chance. - Yes. - Ha. I truly believe somewhere out there is a villain with the potential to serve greatness. - And it could be any of you. - Whoa. Although let's not kid ourselves. Truly the only man for this job are Kevin and his Minions. 10 times the evil and half the package. I'm just in awe. Let's hear it for Kevin. He saved his tribe! Kevin! Kevin! - Kevin Kevin Kev... - Hey, Kevin. Hey. - Ow. - Hey. Pay attention. So. How should we do this? Hmm. Oh. You see this tiny little trinket? Well, just take it from my hand and you got the job. No big deal, it's almost too simple. Eh heh heh. Oh, come on, don't be afraid. Just take the stone and get that job. - Come on. - Oh, okay. Let's go get our boss. Come on. - That job is mine. - Oof. Now, go easy on me. Heh-heh-heh-heh. Aw! Love the costume. Ha! So cool! Wait Wait. Tim? Tim! Oh. Oh no, Bob. He's over there. Ah. Stop. - Is no one good enough? - Stop. Tim. Bob! Hi ya! Tiiimmm. There he is. Bob! Aw! Didn't my speech inspired anyone to rise up and prove themselves worthy? All these villains, and yet I still have the- bear. Stuffed bear. Why am I holding a bear? - Oh. - Who has the ruby? Wow. Who-Who are you? My... knights in shiny denim. - I'm Kevin. This is Stuart. - Yo. - And Bob. - Minions! - That was incredible. Behold, the last creatures you expect to win the day have emerged victorious. Everyone, meet my new henchmen. The Minions! - Kumbaya! Ha ha! - Kumbaya! Kumbaya! Hey! I know those guys. I gave them a ride here. Woo. Hoo-hoo-hoo. Buckle up, boys. Next stop, England. Ah. Pick it up. 1, 2 1 2 3! Hello. Hey, Kevin. Huh? The boss, in England. Nah. We have the boss. Listen. Ah. Uh... Hello, Kevin. Did-Did you say England? Uh-huh. The boss, yes. Scarlet Overkill. Ah. Hello. Hello? Oh. He hung up. Hello. Wow. Here we go. Come here. By the way. I really like your bear. - Herb, my baby. - You know I am. How did it go? Were you evil? - So evil. - Oh! A little bird dropped this off today. I Missed You! ♥ H. It's me, I'm the "H". Also, there's no birds. Also me. Herb, seriously. I want to dig up that William Shakespeare, so he can see what true writing is. I love it. That works because I love you. Well, I love you too. Oh. The love, oh. Oh, boys. Could you come here please? Meet my husband, Herb. Inventor, super genius, fox. Herb, these are the new recruits. Kevin, Stuart and that cute little one is Bob. Right on. You guys are crazy little and way yellow, and I digged that. Sweet, man. - Wow. - Cool house. I know, right? Just a few thing I stole to help fill the void. Whoa. Las Vegas' Ukulele. Checking out my can? We stole that because finally someone expressed my love of soup in painting form. - Wow. - Woo. Okay, listen up. It is time to get down to business. Do you know who this is? Uh. The cockroach? This is Queen Elizabeth, ruler of England. Oh. I love England. The music, the fashion. I'm seriously thinking about overthrowing it someday. - I'm so excited. - Yes. Anyway. This pale drink of water oversees it all. I'm her biggest fan, love her work. And I really really really want her crown. Steal me the crown and all your dreams come true. Respect! Power! Banana! Banana! Huh! Henry! The way to England, is... is... Ah! Give me. Uh. England is... this way. March on! Eh! Wait for me! Wait for me! Ah! Go back! - Hm. What is this place? - Hey. Over there. - Whoa. - Wow. Whoa oh. Uu la la. No. Oh, no. Don't get too close, boys. When it's completed, it will be my ultimate weapon. But. Right now, it's leaking radiation. Like you would not believe. So you're here for gear. Whoa. - Bob, Robert, Bobby my boy. - Yes? You get my far out stretch suit. Wow. Kevin, Kevo, Seventh Kevin. You are the proud owner of my Lava Lamp gun. This baby shoots actual lava. - Woo, for me? - Pretty cool, right? And finally, Stu, Stu-art, Stuperman, Pitstu. I got you the coolest invention, probably ever. Hypno hat! You can use it to hypnotize anyone. Anyone! Oh, you look so great. I feel like a proud mama with 3 dashing evil sons. Uh. Scarlet. Scarlet. There is something wrong with this. No, no, don't say anything, I won't understand. It's getting late, you had a big day. You must be exhausted. Boing. Boing. Wow, these cats are pumped! Well, maybe I'll settle them down with a bedtime story. How does that sound, Bob? Bob? Bob? Bob! Oh. Bedtime story? That, is a groovy idea, I'll go get some cookies and warm milk. This is going to be so fun! And the bedtime story. Oh, yes, I've got a really really good bedtime borey. Once upon a time, there were 3 little pigs. One fateful day, the pigs encountered a big bad wolf, who had a wonderful surprise for them, The wolf offered the 3 piggies and all their friends a job working for her. Everyone would be so happy. All the 3 little piggies had to do was just steal one little crown. That the beautiful wolf had wanted ever since she was a penniless little street cub. Unloved and abandoned. But that crown would mean she was a princess. And everybody loves the princess. So, the wolf sent the piggies to get that crown. But the little piggies weren't up to the challenge. They failed their mission. So the wolf huffed and puffed and she blew them off the face of the earth! The end. Good luck getting the crown tomorrow, little piggies. I know you won't disappoint me. Tower of London Tower of London - LONDON Okay. [HOME OF THE QUEEN'S CROWN] - Let's go get the crown, for Scarlet. [HOME OF THE QUEEN'S CROWN] Hello. 3 please. You are not allowed to enter without an adult. Scram, hooligans. Woo, a lad. - What lad? - Holah! Poof. Stuart, that way. How many tickets, please? 3, please. One, please. One. - Enjoy yourself, love. - Thank you. - That way. - Okay. [KEEP OUT] Go! Okay, we're in. Okay, come on. Hey! What are you doing here? Eating? This is a restricted area! - Hands in the air! - No... Let me do it. Stop that! Get back! Hey-hey-hey... Bob, Stuart, come on. Stay back. Leave this to me. There it is, the crown. Come on. So. You came for the queen's crown, did you? Well, you're going to have to get through me! The keeper of the crown. You think it's funny to mock the elderly, do you? Uh. Yes. I've been up here for decades. Just waiting for someone to try and steal the queen's treasure. Okay. Me will do it. What are you saying? And I don't care! Hee hee. Ha ha ha. Oh no, you don't. Get out of the way. Ow! Oof! Ow! For... god sake. Quick, the crown. After it. Bob. Open it. Alright. The crown. The crown. Quick. Hello. Hey, look at me! Hello. - Stop the bloke! - Stop him, men! - Aim for the legs. - Freeze. Ow. Manic. Kevin! The Queen's been kidnapped, Sgt. Blimey! What's going on? Hello. Oh, the crown. Give me the crown. Now! Ha ha! I got it! Gentlemen do not steal ladies' crowns! The coach. Waa... Oh, no no no... Oh-Oh dear! - Ahhh! - Ahhh! Yeah. Ha ha ha. You scoundrel. After them! Stop the blighter! - Stop the blighter! [SWORD IN THE STONE] You're surrounded. Oh, blimey! One of England's most famous myths has become a reality. As a new king has been crowned. Bob, who appears to be a bald jaundice child, has pulled the famed sword right from it's stone which legend dictates, makes him the new king. Tiny yellow traitor! Ah-ha-ha. England! England! England! England. Eng... land. - England. - England. - England. - England. [AUSTRALIA] --- /INDIA\ Hey! Help! A studio. Hel