[ WP ] You are forced to relive a certain 12 hours of your day over and over . During that time , no matter where you go , you always see someone die in front of you .


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

