NARRATOR:
(Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
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.
BARRY BENSON:
(Barry is picking out a shirt)
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
JANET BENSON:
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
BARRY:
Coming!
Hang on a second.
(Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
Hello?
ADAM FLAYMAN:
(Through phone)
- Barry?
BARRY:
- Adam?
ADAM:
- Can you believe this is happening?
BARRY:
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
(Barry flies down the stairs)
MARTIN BENSON:
Looking sharp.
JANET:
Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.
BARRY:
Sorry. I'm excited.
MARTIN:
Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's.
JANET:
Very proud.
(Rubs Barry's hair)
BARRY:
Ma! I got a thing going here.
JANET:
- You got lint on your fuzz.
BARRY:
- Ow! That's me!
JANET:
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
(Barry flies out the door)
JANET:
Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!
(Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a newspaper)
BARRY:
- Hey, Adam.
ADAM:
- Hey, Barry.
(Adam gets in Barry's car)
- Is that fuzz gel?
BARRY:
- A little. Special day, graduation.
ADAM:
Never thought I'd make it.
(Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
BARRY:
Three days grade school,
three days high school...
ADAM:
Those were awkward.
BARRY:
Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
ADAM:
You did come back different.
(Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
ARTIE:
- Hi, Barry!
BARRY:
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
ADAM:
- Hear about Frankie?
BARRY:
- Yeah.
ADAM:
- You going to the funeral?
BARRY:
- No, I'm not going to his funeral.
Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.
Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
ADAM:
I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.
(The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the highway)
I love this incorporating an amusement park into our regular day.
BARRY:
I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
(Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating students)
Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.
(Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
- Well, Adam, today we are men.
ADAM:
- We are!
BARRY:
- Bee-men.
ADAM:
- Amen!
BARRY AND ADAM:
Hallelujah!
(Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
ANNOUNCER:
Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
DEAN BUZZWELL:
Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of....9
That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries!
ADAM:
Will we pick our job today?
(Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
BARRY:
I heard it's just orientation.
(Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically loaded into the buses)
TOUR GUIDE:
Heads up! Here we go.
ANNOUNCER:
Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
BARRY:
- Wonder what it'll be like?
ADAM:
- A little scary.
TOUR GUIDE:
Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco
and a part of the Hexagon Group.
Barry:
This is it!
BARRY AND ADAM:
Wow.
BARRY:
Wow.
(The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
complicated Honey-making machines)
TOUR GUIDE:
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...
EVERYONE ON BUS:
Honey!
(The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
ADAM:
- That girl was hot.
BARRY:
- She's my cousin!
ADAM:
- She is?
BARRY:
- Yes, we're all cousins.
ADAM:
- Right. You're right.
TOUR GUIDE:
- At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology.
(The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but you can hear him groan)
ADAM:
- What do you think he makes?
BARRY:
- Not enough.
TOUR GUIDE:
Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.
(They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each wearing a finger-shaped hat)
Barry:
- Wow, What does that do?
TOUR GUIDE:
- Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions.
ADAM:
(Intrigued)
Can anyone work on the Krelman?
TOUR GUIDE:
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.
(Everyone claps except for Barry)
BARRY:
The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.
ADAM:
What's the difference?
TOUR GUIDE:
You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years.
BARRY:
(Upset)
So you'll just work us to death?
TOUR GUIDE:
We'll sure try.
(Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
home together)
ADAM:
Wow! That blew my mind!
BARRY:
"What's the difference?"
How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make.
ADAM:
I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life.
BARRY:
But, Adam, how could they never have told us that?
ADAM:
Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.
BARRY:
You ever think maybe things work a little too well here?
ADAM:
Like what? Give me one example.
(Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect unison)
BARRY:
I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about.
ANNOUNCER:
Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.
BARRY:
Wait a second. Check it out.
(The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
ADAM:
- Wow. I've never seen them this close.
BARRY:
They know what it's like outside the hive.
ADAM:
Yeah, but some don't come back.
GIRL BEES:
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!
(The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar to trucks, which drive away)
LOU LO DUVA:
You guys did great!
You're monsters!
You're sky freaks!
I love it!
(Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
I love it!
ADAM:
- I wonder where they were.
BARRY:
- I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can't just decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.
ADAM:
Right.
(Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen Jocks)
BARRY:
Look at that. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.
ADAM:
It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.
BARRY:
Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.
(Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
ADAM:
Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?
BARRY:
Distant. Distant.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Look at these two.
POLLEN JOCK #2:
- Couple of Hive Harrys.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
- Let's have fun with them.
GIRL BEE #1:
It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.
BARRY:
Yeah. Once in 1998, The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer's table.
