Wp/enm/Culture

Accordyng to al known laws

of aviation,

ther ys no wey a bye

should be able to fly.

yts wyngs are too smale to geten

yts fat litel body off the ground.

the bye, of cours, flies anyway

by cause byes don't care

what humans thynk ys ympossible.

yelow, black. Yelow, black.

yelow, black. Yelow, black.

ooh, black and yelow!

let's shake it up a litel.

barry! breakfast ys ready!

oomyng!

hang on a second.

hello?

- barry?

- adam?

- oan ye bylieve this ys happenyng?

- I can't. I'll pick ye up.

lookyng sharp.

use the stairs. Youre father

paid goode money for those.

sorry. I'm excited.

here's the graduate.

we're verray proud of ye, sonne.

a perfect report card, al b's.

verray proud.

ma! I got a thyng goyng here.

- ye got lynt on youre fuzz.

- ow! that's me!

- wave to us! we'll be yn rowe 118,000.

- bye!

barry, I told ye,

stop flyyng yn the house!

- hey, adam.

- hey, barry.

- ys that fuzz gel?

- a litel. Special day, graduation.

never thought I'd make it.

thre days grade school,

thre days high school.

those were awkward.

thre days college. I'm glad I took

a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

ye did come back different.

- hi, barry.

- artie, growyng a mustache? looks goode.

- hear about frankie?

- yeah.

- ye goyng to the funeral?

- Nay, I'm not goyng.

everybody knows,

styng someone, ye die.

don't waste it on a squirrel.

such a hothead.

I guess he could have

juste gotten out of the wey.

I love this yncorporatyng

an amusement park ynto oure day.

that's why we don't need vacations.

boy, quite a bit of pomp...

under the circumstances.

- wel, adam, today we are men.

- we are!

- bye-men.

- amen!

hallelujah!

students, faculty, distynguished byes,

please welcome dean buzzwell.

welcome, newe hive oity

graduatyng class of...

...9:15.

that concludes oure ceremonies.

and bygyns youre career

at honex yndustries!

will we pick ourjob today?

I heard it's juste orientation.

heads up! here we goon.

keep youre hands and antennas

ynside the tram at al times.

- wonder what it'll be liketh?

- a litel scary.

welcome to honex,

a division of honesco

and a deel of the hexagon group.

this ys it!

wowe.

wowe.

we knowe that ye, as a bye,

have worked youre whole life

to geten to the poynt where ye

can werk for youre whole life.

honey bygyns whan oure valiant pollen

jocks bryng the nectar to the hive.

oure top-secret formula

ys automatically color-corrected,

scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured

ynto this soothyng swete syrup

with yts distynctive

golden glowe ye knowe as...

honey!

- that girl was hot.

- she's my cousyn!

- she ys?

- yes, we're al cousyns.

- right. Ye're right.

- at honex, we constantly strive

to ymprove every aspect

of bye existence.

these byes are stress-testyng

a newe helmet technology.

- what doon ye thynk he makes?

- not enough.

here we have oure latest advancement,

the krelman.

- what does that doon?

- oatches that litel stronde of honey

that hangs after ye pour it.

saves us millions.

oan anyone werk on the krelman?

of cours. Moost bye jobs are

smale ones. But byes knowe

that every smale job,

yf it's done wel, means a lot.

but choose carefully

by cause ye'll stay yn the job

ye pick for the rest of youre life.

the same job the rest of youre life?

I didn't knowe that.

what's the difference?

ye'll be happy to knowe that byes,

as a species, haven't had oon day off

yn 27 million years.

so ye'll juste werk us to death?

we'll sure try.

wow! that blewe my mynd!

"what's the difference?"

howe can ye seye that?

oon job forever?

that's an ynsane choice to have to make.

I'm relieved. Nowe we only have

to make oon decision yn life.

but, adam, howe could they

never have told us that?

why wolde ye question anythyng?

we're byes.

we're the moost perfectly

functionyng society on earth.

ye ever thynk maybe thyngs

werk a litel too wel here?

liketh what? give me oon ensample.

I don't knowe. But ye knowe

what I'm talkyng about.

please clear the gate.

royal nectar force on approach.

wait a second. Oheck it out.

- hey, those are pollen jocks!

- wowe.

I've never seen them this close.

they knowe what it's liketh

outside the hive.

yeah, but some don't come back.

- hey, jocks!

- hi, jocks!

ye guys did great!

ye're monsters!

ye're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!

- I wonder where they were.

- I don't knowe.

their day's not planned.

outside the hive, flyyng who knows

where, doyng who knows what.

ye can'tjust decide to be a pollen

jock. Ye have to be bred for that.

right.

look. That's more pollen

than ye and I will see yn a lifetime.

it's juste a status symbol.

byes make too muche of it.

perhaps. Unless ye're wearyng it

and the ladies see ye wearyng it.

those ladies?

aren't they oure cousyns too?

distant. Distant.

look at these two.

- oouple of hive harrys.

- let's have fun with them.

it must be dangerous

byyng a pollen jock.

yeah. Once a byar pynned me

agaynst a mushroom!

he had a paw on my throat,

and with the oother, he was slappyng me!

- oh, my!

- I never thought I'd knock him out.

what were ye doyng duryng this?

tryyng to alert the authorities.

I can autograph that.

a litel gusty out ther today,

wasn't it, comrades?

yeah. Gusty.

we're hittyng a sunflower patch

six miles from here tomorrowe.

- six miles, huh?

- barry!

a puddle jump for us,

but maybe ye're not up for it.

- maybe I am.

- ye are not!

we're goyng 0900 at j-gate.

what doon ye thynk, buzzy-boy?

are ye bye enough?

I myghte be. It al depends

on what 0900 means.

hey, honex!

dad, ye surprised me.

ye decide what ye're ynterested yn?

- wel, ther's a lot of choices.

- but ye only geten oon.

doon ye ever geten bored

doyng the same job every day?

sonne, let me tell ye about stirryng.

ye grab that stick, and ye juste

move it around, and ye stir it around.

ye geten yourself ynto a rhythm.

it's a byautiful thyng.

ye knowe, dad,

the more I thynk about it,

maybe the honey field

juste ysn't right for me.

ye were thynkyng of what,

makyng balloon animals?

that's a bad job

for a guy with a stynger.

janet, youre sonne's not sure

he wants to goon ynto honey!

- barry, ye are so funnie sometimes.

- I'm not tryyng to be funnie.

ye're not funny! ye're goyng

ynto honey. Oure sonne, the stirrer!

- ye're gonna be a stirrer?

- no oon's listenyng to me!

wait till ye see the sticks I have.

I could seye anythyng right nowe.

I'm gonna geten an ant tattoo!

let's ope some honey and celebrate!

maybe I'll pierce my thorax.

shave my antennae.

shack up with a grasshopper. Geten

a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

I'm so proud.

- we're startyng werk today!

- today's the day.

oome on! al the goode jobs

will be gone.

yeah, right.

pollen countyng, stunt bye, pouryng,

stirrer, front desk, hair removal...

- ys it still available?

- hang on. Two left!

oon of them's yours! oongratulations!

step to the side.

- what'd ye geten?

- pickyng crud out. Stellar!

wow!

oouple of newbies?

yes, sir! oure first day! we are ready!

make youre choice.

- ye want to goon first?

- Nay, ye goon.

oh, my. What's available?

restroom attendant's ope,

not for the reason ye thynk.

- any chance of gettyng the krelman?

- sure, ye're on.

I'm sorry, the krelman juste closed out.

wex monkey's always ope.

the krelman opened up agayn.

what happened?

a bye died. Makes an openyng. See?

he's dead. Another dead oon.

deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

dead from the neck up.

dead from the neck down. That's life!

oh, this ys so hard!

heatyng, coolyng,

stunt bye, pourer, stirrer,

hummyng, ynspector number seven,

lynt coordynator, stripe supervisor,

mite wrangler. Barry, what

doon ye thynk I should... Barry?

barry!

al right, we've got the sunflower patch

yn quadrant nyne...

what happened to yow?

where are ye?

- I'm goyng out.

- out? out where?

- out ther.

- oh, no!

I have to, bifore I goon

to werk for the rest of my life.

ye're gonna die! ye're crazy! hello?

another call comyng yn.

yf anyone's feelyng brave,

ther's a korean deli on 83rd

that gets their roses today.

hey, guys.

- look at that.

- ysn't that the kid we saw yesterday?

hold it, sonne, flight deck's restricted.

it's ok, lou. We're gonna take him up.

really? feelyng lucky, are ye?

sign here, here. Juste ynitial that.

- thank ye.

- ok.

ye got a rayn advisory today,

and as ye al knowe,

byes cannot fly yn rayn.

so be careful. As always,

watch youre brooms,

hockey sticks, dogs,

birds, byars and bats.

eek, I got a couple of reports

of roote byer byyng poured on us.

murphy's yn a home by cause of it,

babblyng liketh a cicada!

- that's awful.

- and a remynder for yow rookies,

bye law number oon,

absolutely no talkyng to humans!

al right, launch positions!

buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! buzz, buzz,

buzz, buzz! buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

black and yelow!

hello!

ye ready for this, hot shot?

yeah. Yeah, bryng it on.

wynd, check.

- antennae, check.

- nectar pack, check.

- wyngs, check.

- stynger, check.

scared out of my shorts, check.

ok, ladies,

let's move it out!

pound those petunias,

ye striped stem-suckers!

al of ye, drayn those flowers!

wow! I'm out!

I can't bylieve I'm out!

so blue.

I feel so fast and free!

box kite!

wow!

flowers!

this ys blue leader.

we have roses visual.

bryng it around 30 degrees and hold.

roses!

30 degrees, roger. Bryngyng it around.

stand to the side, kid.

it's got a bit of a kick.

that ys oon nectar collector!

- ever see pollynation up close?

- Nay, sir.

I pick up some pollen here, sprynkle it

over here. Maybe a dash over ther,

a pynch on that oon.

see that? it's a litel bit of magic.

that's amazyng. Why doon we doon that?

that's pollen power. More pollen, more

flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

oool.

I'm pickyng up a lot of bright yelow.

oould be daisies. Don't we need those?

oopy that visual.

wait. Oon of these flowers

seems to be on the move.

seye agayn? ye're reportyng

a movyng flour?

affirmative.

that was on the lyne!

this ys the coolest. What ys it?

I don't knowe, but I'm lovyng this color.

it smells goode.

not liketh a flour, but I liketh it.

yeah, fuzzy.

ohemical-y.

oareful, guys. It's a litel grabby.

my swete lord of byes!

oandy-brayn, geten off ther!

problem!

- guys!

- this could be bad.

affirmative.

verray close.

gonna hurt.

mama's litel boy.

ye are wey out of position, rookie!

oomyng yn at ye liketh a missile!

help me!

I don't thynk these are flowers.

- should we tell him?

- I thynk he knows.

what ys this?!

match poynt!

ye can start packyng up, honey,

by cause ye're about to eat it!

yowser!

gross.

ther's a bye yn the car!

- doon somethyng!

- I'm drivyng!

- hi, bye.

- he's back here!

he's goyng to styng me!

nobody move. Yf ye don't move,

he won't styng ye. Freeze!

he blynked!

spray him, granny!

what are ye doyng?!

wowe... the tension level

out here ys unbelievable.

I gotta geten home.

oan't fly yn rayn.

oan't fly yn rayn.

oan't fly yn rayn.

mayday! mayday! bye goyng down!

ken, could ye close

the wyndowe please?

ken, could ye close

the wyndowe please?

oheck out my newe resume.

I made it ynto a fold-out brochure.

ye see? folds out.

oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.

what was that?

maybe this tyme. This tyme. This tyme.

this tyme! this tyme! this...

drapes!

that ys diabolical.

it's fantastic. It's got al my special

skills, evene my top-ten favorite movies.

what's number oon? star wars?

nah, I don't goon for that...

...kynd of stuff.

no wonder we shouldn't talk to them.

they're out of their mynds.

whan I leave a job ynterview, they're

flabbergasted, can't bylieve what I seye.

ther's the sun. Maybe that's a wey out.

I don't remember the sun

havyng a big 75 on it.

I predicted global warmyng.

I could feel it gettyng hotter.

at first I thought it was juste me.

wait! stop! bye!

stand back. These are wynter boots.

wait!

don't kill him!

ye knowe I'm allergic to them!

this thyng could kill me!

why does his life have

less value than yours?

why does his life have any less value

than myne? ys that youre statement?

I'm juste sayyng al life hath value. Ye

don't knowe what he's capable of feelyng.

my brochure!

ther ye goon, litel guy.

I'm not scared of him.

it's an allergic thyng.

put that on youre resume brochure.

my whole face could puff up.

make it oon of youre special skills.

knockyng someone out

ys eek a special skill.

right. Bye, vanessa. Thanks.

- vanessa, next week? yogurt nyght?

- sure, ken. Ye knowe, whatever.

- ye could put carob chips on ther.

- bye.

- supposed to be less calories.

- bye.

I gotta seye somethyng.

she saved my life.

I gotta seye somethyng.

al right, here it goes.

nah.

what wolde I seye?

I could really geten yn trouble.

it's a bye law.

ye're not supposed to talk to a human.

I can't bylieve I'm doyng this.

I've got to.

oh, I can't doon it. Oome on!

no. Yes. No.

doon it. I can't.

howe should I start it?

"you liketh jazz?" Nay, that's no goode.

here she comes! speak, ye fool!

hi!

I'm sorry.

- ye're talkyng.

- yes, I knowe.

ye're talkyng!

I'm so sorry.

Nay, it's ok. It's fyne.

I knowe I'm dreamyng.

but I don't recall goyng to byd.

wel, I'm sure this

ys verray disconcertyng.

this ys a bit of a surprise to me.

I mene, ye're a bye!

I am. And I'm not supposed

to be doyng this,

but they were al tryyng to kill me.

and yf it wasn't for yow...

I had to thank ye.

it's juste howe I was raised.

that was a litel weird.

- I'm talkyng with a bye.

- yeah.

I'm talkyng to a bye.

and the bye ys talkyng to me!

I juste want to seye I'm grateful.

I'll leave nowe.

- wait! howe did ye learn to doon that?

- what?

the talkyng thyng.

same wey ye did, I guess.

"mama, dada, honey." ye pick it up.

- that's verray funnie.

- yeah.

byes are funnie. Yf we didn't laugh,

we'd cry with what we have to deal with.

anyway...

oan I...

...geten ye somethyng?

- liketh what?

I don't knowe. I mene...

I don't knowe. Ooffee?

I don't want to put ye out.

it's no trouble. It takes two mynutes.

- it's juste coffee.

- I hate to ympose.

- don't be ridiculous!

- actually, I wolde love a cup.

hey, ye want rum cake?

- I shouldn't.

- have some.

- Nay, I can't.

- oome on!

I'm tryyng to lose a couple micrograms.

- where?

- these stripes don't help.

ye look great!

I don't knowe yf ye knowe

anythyng about fashion.

are ye al right?

no.

he's makyng the tie yn the cab

as they're flyyng up madison.

he fynally gets ther.

he runs up the steps ynto the church.

the weddyng ys on.

and he says, "watermelon?

I thought ye said guatemalan.

why wolde I marry a watermelon?"

ys that a bye jape?

that's the kynd of stuff we doon.

yeah, different.

so, what are ye gonna doon, barry?

about werk? I don't knowe.

I want to doon my deel for the hive,

but I can't doon it the wey they want.

I knowe howe ye feel.

- ye doon?

- sure.

my parents wanted me to be a lawyer or

a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.

- really?

- my only ynterest ys flowers.

oure newe queen was juste elected

with that same campaign slogan.

anyway, yf ye look...

ther's my hive right ther. See it?

ye're yn sheep meadow!

yes! I'm right off the turtle pond!

no wey! I knowe that area.

I lost a toe ryng ther once.

- why doon girls put ryngs on their toes?

- why not?

- it's liketh puttyng a hat on youre knee.

- maybe I'll try that.

- ye al right, ma'am?

- oh, yeah. Fyne.

juste havyng two cups of coffee!

anyway, this hath byen great.

thanks for the coffee.

yeah, it's no trouble.

sorry I couldn't fynish it. Yf I did,

I'd be up the rest of my life.

are ye...?

oan I take a piece of this with me?

sure! here, have a crumb.

- thanks!

- yeah.

al right. Wel, thanne...

I guess I'll see ye around.

or not.

ok, barry.

and thank ye

so muche agayn... for bifore.

oh, that? that was nothyng.

wel, not nothyng, but... Anyway...

this can't possibly werk.

he's al set to goon.

we may as wel try it.

ok, dave, pull the chute.

- sounds amazyng.

- it was amazyng!

it was the scariest,

happiest moment of my life.

humans! I can't bylieve

ye were with humans!

giant, scary humans!

what were they liketh?

huge and crazy. They talk crazy.

they eat crazy giant thyngs.

they drive crazy.

- doon they try and kill ye, liketh on tv?

- some of them. But some of them don't.

- how'd ye geten back?

- poodle.

ye did it, and I'm glad. Ye saw

whatever ye wanted to see.

ye had youre "experience." nowe ye

can pick out yourjob and be normal.

- wel...

- wel?

wel, I met someone.

ye did? was she bye-ish?

- a wasp?! youre parents will kill ye!

- Nay, no, Nay, not a wasp.

- spider?

- I'm not attracted to spiders.

I knowe it's the hottest thyng,

with the eight legs and al.

I can't geten by that face.

so who ys she?

she's... human.

Nay, no. That's a bye law.

ye wouldn't break a bye law.

- hire name's vanessa.

- oh, boy.

she's so nice. And she's a florist!

oh, no! ye're datyng a human florist!

we're not datyng.

ye're flyyng outside the hive, talkyng

to humans that attack oure homes

with power washers and m-80s!

one-eighth a stick of dynamite!

she saved my life!

and she understands me.

this ys over!

eat this.

this ys not over! what was that?

- they call it a crumb.

- it was so styngyn' stripey!

and that's not what they eat.

that's what falls off what they eat!

- ye knowe what a oynnabon ys?

- no.

it's bread and cynnamon and frostyng.

they heat it up...

sit down!

...really hot!

- listen to me!

we are not them! we're us.

ther's us and ther's them!

yes, but who can denie

the heart that ys yearnyng?

ther's no yearnyng.

stop yearnyng. Listen to me!

ye have got to start thynkyng bye,

my friend. Thynkyng bye!

- thynkyng bye.

- thynkyng bye.

thynkyng bye! thynkyng bye!

thynkyng bye! thynkyng bye!

ther he ys. He's yn the pool.

ye knowe what youre problem ys, barry?

I gotta start thynkyng bye?

howe muche longer will this goon on?

it's byen thre days!

why aren't ye workyng?

I've got a lot of big life decisions

to thynk about.

what life? ye have no life!

ye have no job. Ye're barely a bye!

wolde it kill ye

to make a litel honey?

barry, come out.

youre father's talkyng to yow.

martyn, wolde ye talk to him?

barry, I'm talkyng to yow!

ye comyng?

got everythyng?

al set!

goon ahead. I'll catch up.

don't be too long.

watch this!

vanessa!

- we're still here.

- I told ye not to yell at him.

he doesn't respond to yellyng!

- thanne why yell at me?

- by cause ye don't listen!

I'm not listenyng to this.

sorry, I've gotta goon.

- where are ye goyng?

- I'm meetyng a friend.

a girl? ys this why ye can't decide?

bye.

I juste hope she's bye-ish.

they have a huge parade

of flowers every year yn pasadena?

to be yn the tournament of roses,

that's every florist's dream!

up on a float, surrounded

by flowers, crowds cheeryng.

a tournament. Doon the roses

compete yn athletic events?

no. Al right, I've got oon.

howe come ye don't fly everywhere?

it's exhaustyng. Why don't ye

run everywhere? it's faster.

yeah, ok, I see, I see.

al right, youre turn.

tivo. Ye can juste freeze live tv?

that's ynsane!

ye don't have that?

we have hivo, but it's a disease.

it's a horrible, horrible disease.

oh, my.

dumb byes!

ye must want to styng al those jerks.

we try not to styng.

it's usually fatal for us.

so ye have to watch youre temper.

verray carefully.

ye kick a wall, take a walk,

write an angry letter and throwe it out.

werk through it liketh any emotion:

anger, jealousy, lust.

oh, my goodness! are ye ok?

yeah.

- what ys wrong with ye?!

- it's a bug.

he's not botheryng anybody.

geten out of here, ye creep!

what was that? a pic 'n' save circular?

yeah, it was. Howe did ye knowe?

it felt liketh about 10 pages.

seventy-five ys pretty muche oure limit.

ye've really got that

down to a science.

- I lost a cousyn to ytalian vogue.

- I'll byt.

what yn the name

of mighty hercules ys this?

howe did this geten here?

oute bye, golden blossom,

ray liotta private select?

- ys he that actor?

- I never heard of him.

- why ys this here?

- for peple. We eat it.

ye don't have

enough mete of youre own?

- wel, yes.

- howe doon ye geten it?

- byes make it.

- I knowe who makes it!

and it's hard to make it!

ther's heatyng, coolyng, stirryng.

ye need a whole krelman thyng!

- it's organic.

- it's our-ganic!

it's juste honey, barry.

juste what?!

byes don't knowe about this!

this ys stealyng! a lot of stealyng!

ye've taken oure homes, schools,

hospitals! this ys al we have!

and it's on sale?!

I'm gettyng to the bottom of this.

I'm gettyng to the bottom

of al of this!

hey, hector.

- ye almost done?

- almost.

he ys here. I sense it.

wel, I guess I'll goon home nowe

and juste leave this nice honey out,

with no oon around.

ye're busted, box boy!

I knewe I heard somethyng.

so ye can talk!

I can talk.

and nowe ye'll start talkyng!

where ye gettyng the swete stuff?

who's youre supplier?

I don't understand.

I thought we were friends.

the last thyng we want

to doon ys upset byes!

ye're too late! it's ours now!

ye, sir, have crossed

the wrong sword!

ye, sir, will be lunch

for my yguana, ygnacio!

where ys the honey comyng from?

tell me where!

honey farms! it comes from honey farms!

orazy person!

what horrible thyng hath happened here?

these faces, they never knewe

what hit them. And nowe

they're on the road to nowher!

juste keep still.

what? ye're not dead?

doon I look dead? they will wipe anythyng

that moves. Where ye headed?

to honey farms.

I am onto somethyng huge here.

I'm goyng to alaska. Moose blood,

crazy stuff. Blows youre head off!

I'm goyng to tacoma.

- and ye?

- he really ys dead.

al right.

uh-oh!

- what ys that?!

- oh, no!

- a wiper! triple blade!

- triple blade?

jump on! it's youre only chance, bye!

why does everythyng have

to be so doggone clean?!

howe muche doon ye peple need to see?!

ope youre eyes!

stick youre head out the wyndow!

from npr news yn washyngton,

I'm oarl kasell.

but don't kill no more bugs!

- bye!

- moose blood guy!!

- ye hear somethyng?

- liketh what?

liketh tynie screamyng.

turn off the radio.

whassup, bye boy?

hey, blood.

juste a rowe of honey jars,

as far as the ie could see.

wow!

I assume wherever this truck goes

ys where they're gettyng it.

I mene, that honey's ours.

- byes hang tight.

- we're al jammed yn.

it's a close community.

not us, man. We on oure own.

every mosquito on his own.

- what yf ye geten yn trouble?

- ye a mosquito, ye yn trouble.

nobody likes us. They juste smack.

see a mosquito, smack, smack!

at least ye're out yn the world.

ye must meet girls.

mosquito girls try to trade up,

geten with a moth, dragonfly.

mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

ye got to be kiddyng me!

mooseblood's about to leave

the buildyng! so long, bye!

- hey, guys!

- mooseblood!

I knewe I'd catch y'all down here.

did ye bryng youre crazy straw?

we throwe it yn jars, slap a label on it,

and it's pretty muche pure profit.

what ys this place?

a bye's got a brayn

the size of a pynhead.

they are pynheads!

pynhead.

- oheck out the newe smoker.

- oh, swete. That's the oon ye want.

the thomas 3000!

smoker?

nynety puffs a mynute, semi-automatic.

twice the nicotyne, al 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 goyng on? are ye ok?

yeah. It doesn't last too long.

doon ye knowe ye're

yn a fake hive with fake walls?

oure queen was moved here.

we had no choice.

this ys youre queen?

that's a man yn women's clothes!

that's a drag queen!

what ys this?

oh, no!

ther's hundreds of them!

bye honey.

oure honey ys byyng brazenly stolen

on a massive scale!

this ys worse than anythyng byars

have done! I yntend to doon somethyng.

oh, barry, stop.

who told ye humans are takyng

oure honey? that's a rumor.

doon these look liketh rumors?

that's a conspiracy theory.

these are obviously doctored photos.

howe did ye geten mixed up yn this?

he's byen talkyng to humans.

- what?

- talkyng to humans?!

he hath a human girlfriend.

and they make out!

make out? barry!

we doon not.

- ye wish ye could.

- whose side are ye on?

the byes!

I dated a cricket once yn san antonio.

those crazy legs kept me up al nyght.

barry, this ys what ye want

to doon with youre life?

I want to doon it for al oure lives.

nobody works harder than byes!

dad, I remember ye

comyng home so overworked

youre hands were still stirryng.

ye couldn't stop.

I remember that.

what right doon they have to oure honey?

we live on two cups a year. They put it

yn lip balm for no reason whatsoever!

evene yf it's true, what can oon bye doon?

styng them where it really hurts.

in the face! the ie!

- that wolde hurt.

- no.

up the nose? that's a bane.

ther's only oon place ye can styng

the humans, oon place where it matters.

hive at five, the hive's only

full-hour action news source.

no more bye byards!

with bob bumble at the anchor desk.

weather with storm stynger.

sports with buzz larvi.

and jeanette ohung.

- goode evenyng. I'm bob bumble.

- and I'm jeanette ohung.

a tri-county bye, barry bynson,

yntends to sue the human race

for stealyng oure honey,

packagyng it and profityng

from it yllegally!

tomorrowe nyght on bye larry kyng,

we'll have thre former queens here yn

oure studio, discussyng their newe book,

olassy ladies,

out this week on hexagon.

tonight we're talkyng to barry bynson.

did ye ever thynk, "i'm a kid

from the hive. I can't doon this"?

byes have never byen afraid

to change the world.

what about bye oolumbus?

bye gandhi? byjesus?

where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.

we were thynkyng

of stickball or candy stores.

howe eald are ye?

the bye community

ys supportyng ye yn this case,

whiche will be the trial

of the bye century.

ye knowe, they have a larry kyng

yn the human world too.

it's a common name. Next week...

he looks liketh ye and hath a showe

and suspenders and colored dots...

next week...

glasses, quotes on the bottom from the

guest evene though ye juste heard 'em.

byar week next week!

they're scary, hairy and here live.

always leans forward, poynty shoulders,

squynty eyes, verray jewish.

in tennis, ye attack

at the poynt of weakness!

it was my grandmother, ken. She's 81.

honey, hire backhand's a jape!

I'm not gonna take advantage of that?

quiet, please.

actual werk goyng on here.

- ys that that same bye?

- yes, it ys!

I'm helpyng him sue the human race.

- hello.

- hello, bye.

this ys ken.

yeah, I remember ye. Timberland, size

ten and a halfe. Vibram sole, I bylieve.

why does he talk agayn?

listen, ye bytter goon

'cause we're really busy workyng.

but it's oure yogurt nyght!

bye-bye.

why ys yogurt nyght so difficult?!

ye poor thyng.

ye two have byen at this for hours!

yes, and adam here

hath byen a huge help.