Mama say mama sa mamakusa remix
Even Better Than Mama
2023.06.09 03:35 Neat_Ambition4885 Even Better Than Mama
I have a 20 month old beautiful baby boy. He is everything to me, but he is obsessed with Dada. It is Dada everything over here. We’ll go back and forth of me saying Mama and him saying Dada back, until we’re half yelling and half laughing. He has a good Dada, so I’m not mad he loves his dad, just a little jealous, because I would love to hear Mama more. He’s probably said it 20 times his whole life, while he said Dada fifty times today.
I’ve shown him pictures and played the who’s that game in the mirror too.
I just asked him who I am, and he said something back, but I wasn’t sure so I asked him again.
He said “You’re mine,” and then, “You’re all mine.” I’ve said both of these things to him before.
Who even cares that he’s coloring on furniture with chalk?
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I’ve shown him pictures and played the who’s that game in the mirror too.
I just asked him who I am, and he said something back, but I wasn’t sure so I asked him again.
He said “You’re mine,” and then, “You’re all mine.” I’ve said both of these things to him before.
Who even cares that he’s coloring on furniture with chalk?
2023.06.09 03:15 meme_from_the_future Did I let her down? How do upper level sports moms live through tryouts??
She was the best player on the worst team- my middle schooler who scored all the goals on her school team that won No Games their whole season. She was then allowed an opportunity to practice alongside/tryout a competitive team (state champs) who’s tryouts had ended a couple of weeks before (because connections). Most girls have been on the team 3+ years. She was overwhelmed at first practice, spiraled out the days leading up to the second practice (where it would be “decided”) with deep negative repetitions about how she didn’t want to go, it wasn’t for her, they were already a team without her and as she dug in her heels deeper about going to the second practice (leading to big fat tears rolling down her face in the dentist office waiting room no less!!) I reached out to the coach to see what he thought. That she felt “it was already decided” there wasn’t a place and asking whether her perception was true of if they had more in store for practice #2. I did it since she kept saying I wasn’t listening to her. Part of me wanted to make her go and get over the intrusive thoughts and at least learn some valuable things that day. Instead, we took the text back that she was missing some fundamentals and wouldn’t likely get much play time if she joined the team as an out. I kind of feel like her negative emotions hijacked me and I just wanted them to stop. I’ve never experienced upper level athleticism. Experienced mamas, did I just blow up my kids life by not making her show up and do the thing? Why does it feel that way?
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2023.06.09 02:11 ravolve Toddler hates dad
My wife and I have a daughter, she just turned two. We're both very intentional, attentive parents, my daughter is well-supported and loved, lots of socializing with grandparents, cousins and kids in neighborhood (she's our first, an only child) and classmates at her Montessori, which she goes to three days a week.
By all accounts she is a very normal kid, with the only exception being that she had a relatively lengthy and emotional transition to starting Montessori. Nanny share before that for half the week, grandparents other half.
We spend a lot of time together as a family, doing lots of normal, fun things.
Here's the deal: when I'm alone with my daughter, everything is perfect. She is happy, playful, affectionate, and deeply connected to me. But we're only occasionally alone together. Most of the time it's the three of us, and when it is, my daughter is frequently indifferent to me and occasionally seems to outwardly hate and reject me. She throws fits if I try to carry her instead of mama. Pushes me away and turns inward to mama when we're all laying in bed. Fiercely protective of mama, but would jab a finger in my eye without hesitation, and laugh. It's not an absolute thing, there's certainly some positive interactions when it's the three of us, but the lows are so low, and painful.
I get that some of this is normal, and I've tried to do my part, to be stoic, to not guilt her, to not be too needy, to try to let it pass.
It's really breaking me down. It hurts my heart so much. It's at least a little dose of rejection every single day, and some days much more. Unless my wife is gone, in which case I immediately become the surrogate for my wife's deeply connected relationship with her, I get rejected in some way at some point.
That's all I can think to say. We spend roughly equal time with her, my wife is pretty normal (albeit obsessed with her daughter and giving her energetic attention and love around the clock). Other that that, I'm lost, and so tired of this, and so hurt.
What's going on? What can I or we do?
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By all accounts she is a very normal kid, with the only exception being that she had a relatively lengthy and emotional transition to starting Montessori. Nanny share before that for half the week, grandparents other half.
We spend a lot of time together as a family, doing lots of normal, fun things.
Here's the deal: when I'm alone with my daughter, everything is perfect. She is happy, playful, affectionate, and deeply connected to me. But we're only occasionally alone together. Most of the time it's the three of us, and when it is, my daughter is frequently indifferent to me and occasionally seems to outwardly hate and reject me. She throws fits if I try to carry her instead of mama. Pushes me away and turns inward to mama when we're all laying in bed. Fiercely protective of mama, but would jab a finger in my eye without hesitation, and laugh. It's not an absolute thing, there's certainly some positive interactions when it's the three of us, but the lows are so low, and painful.
I get that some of this is normal, and I've tried to do my part, to be stoic, to not guilt her, to not be too needy, to try to let it pass.
It's really breaking me down. It hurts my heart so much. It's at least a little dose of rejection every single day, and some days much more. Unless my wife is gone, in which case I immediately become the surrogate for my wife's deeply connected relationship with her, I get rejected in some way at some point.
That's all I can think to say. We spend roughly equal time with her, my wife is pretty normal (albeit obsessed with her daughter and giving her energetic attention and love around the clock). Other that that, I'm lost, and so tired of this, and so hurt.
What's going on? What can I or we do?
2023.06.09 02:10 ravolve Toddler hates dad
My wife and I have a daughter, she just turned two. We're both very intentional, attentive parents, my daughter is well-supported and loved, lots of socializing with grandparents, cousins and kids in neighborhood (she's our first, an only child) and classmates at her Montessori, which she goes to three days a week.
By all accounts she is a very normal kid, with the only exception being that she had a relatively lengthy and emotional transition to starting Montessori. Nanny share before that for half the week, grandparents other half.
We spend a lot of time together as a family, doing lots of normal, fun things.
Here's the deal: when I'm alone with my daughter, everything is perfect. She is happy, playful, affectionate, and deeply connected to me. But we're only occasionally alone together. Most of the time it's the three of us, and when it is, my daughter is frequently indifferent to me and occasionally seems to outwardly hate and reject me. She throws fits if I try to carry her instead of mama. Pushes me away and turns inward to mama when we're all laying in bed. Fiercely protective of mama, but would jab a finger in my eye without hesitation, and laugh. It's not an absolute thing, there's certainly some positive interactions when it's the three of us, but the lows are so low, and painful.
I get that some of this is normal, and I've tried to do my part, to be stoic, to not guilt her, to not be too needy, to try to let it pass.
It's really breaking me down. It hurts my heart so much. It's at least a little dose of rejection every single day, and some days much more. Unless my wife is gone, in which case I immediately become the surrogate for my wife's deeply connected relationship with her, I get rejected in some way at some point.
That's all I can think to say. We spend roughly equal time with her, my wife is pretty normal (albeit obsessed with her daughter and giving her energetic attention and love around the clock). Other that that, I'm lost, and so tired of this, and so hurt.
What's going on? What can I or we do?
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By all accounts she is a very normal kid, with the only exception being that she had a relatively lengthy and emotional transition to starting Montessori. Nanny share before that for half the week, grandparents other half.
We spend a lot of time together as a family, doing lots of normal, fun things.
Here's the deal: when I'm alone with my daughter, everything is perfect. She is happy, playful, affectionate, and deeply connected to me. But we're only occasionally alone together. Most of the time it's the three of us, and when it is, my daughter is frequently indifferent to me and occasionally seems to outwardly hate and reject me. She throws fits if I try to carry her instead of mama. Pushes me away and turns inward to mama when we're all laying in bed. Fiercely protective of mama, but would jab a finger in my eye without hesitation, and laugh. It's not an absolute thing, there's certainly some positive interactions when it's the three of us, but the lows are so low, and painful.
I get that some of this is normal, and I've tried to do my part, to be stoic, to not guilt her, to not be too needy, to try to let it pass.
It's really breaking me down. It hurts my heart so much. It's at least a little dose of rejection every single day, and some days much more. Unless my wife is gone, in which case I immediately become the surrogate for my wife's deeply connected relationship with her, I get rejected in some way at some point.
That's all I can think to say. We spend roughly equal time with her, my wife is pretty normal (albeit obsessed with her daughter and giving her energetic attention and love around the clock). Other that that, I'm lost, and so tired of this, and so hurt.
What's going on? What can I or we do?
2023.06.09 01:58 QuantitySad1625 Carolina
I met this girl called Carolina; She has a garden on her roof And can recite every word of Harry Potter. Her fucking dad keeps calling her Vincent, But she says that's okay, Her boyfriend calls her "baby" And that's all the support she needs. He's a pretty handsome guy Who can break a tree in half, But is sweet as sweet can be. He works hard to become a doctor Although seeing sick people makes him cry. That's okay, He's got Carolina And that's enough blessings for a lifetime. She's thinking of becoming a teacher And gets really confused When people say "Think about the children" Don't they know she's thinking Of adopting two? Her mother says she was a hippie in the '70s But her world always feels pretty small. Especially when she says She hopes "this trans fad doesn't catch on" But Carolina always says "yeah, mama, feeling like yourself is so 2021" Carolina marched for women's rights And threw the first brick At a Benetton store. She was also the first and only girl The cops beat up. Her mom and pop Refused to bail her out But her boyfriend worked extra hours in the hospital. Whenever I ask her if it's all worth it She says "Of course" Whenever I ask her if she'd like to go back She says "fuck no, honey. I'm having way too much fun" I hope one day to be like Carolina I hope one day people build a world for Carolina One where it'd be worth it to be alive.
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2023.06.09 01:58 FlemmyMcDemmy Let’s rank the Wild Honey tracks! Most upvoted comment gets it’s song eliminated! 1/11
WILD HONEY BITCHES I LOVE THIS ONE RGSGAAVV
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2023.06.09 00:58 hayatguzeldir101 i want to help my sister, how can I help?
I have posted here before about my rocky relationship with my elder sister who I am living with rn. She is a gem of a person, literally makes sure I eat and sleep well and is very hospitable. The only trouble I have is that she is recovering from a lot of trauma and abuse. Naturally, she is in her fight and flight mode. My parents do not understand her condition but my Mama is willing to help inshAllah.
My sister always receives criticism from my father (may Allah forgive him and rectify his errors ameen). She does EVERYTHING she can for us. Anywhoo, she recently went through a lot. I have been trying to help her since the past 3 months but rn I am living with her and sometimes she becomes negative and angry. She maligns me and my intentions. I dont care at this point. Cause ik she loves me. Sometimes I respond stupidly out of frustration.
My main concern is, how do I help her? We cant afford therapy rn. I know she wont receive any once she goes back home. She has given up studying (fr her books are just lying around and she is in healthcare so it is important). She says stuff which makes me concerned, like "my life is a waste", i think she is hopeless and also dislikes herself. Her self esteem is broken.
People compare us in success. I hate it. They compare us in beauty (but idc as it doesnt effect me anymore). However, those remarks on success effect her a lot (I'd joke about it some years before, people think she's got the beauty I got the brains🤌🏻. That's insane. Those aint exclusive). Therefore, I am the last person she would confide in. She is currently going through the stages of grief, and is living in her past. Scared to move forward. Closed off from everyone, isolated and lonely.
Her life is scattered and I pray everyday for her.. but it hurts to watch her... like this. I can't stand it. I want her to move on, study, focus on herself. I want her to be stronger but idk how to help. What do I do? I have started organizing her apartment. Keeping it clean, making it green (bought some cute plants). I am trying to change her environment. How else can I help her overcome her fears and anxiety? I am also using words of affirmation, but I dont want to validate self sabotage. She gotta put herself first too. She isn't a doormat.
What changes should I bring in my behavior? How can I assist her and help her open up? Both of us have high neuroticism scores and feel intense emotions. However, rn she is going through a lot and I can focus on her more at least. What do I do? She doesnt open up to ANYONE.
Disclaimer: I also have anxiety and salah helps me manage it. P.s. lately i have had people calling me, concerned for her, saying things like " you're her sister how can you not think about her " cause I told them I exhausted my own tricks to help her open up. I feel guilt tripped as well. I am only praying rn and practicing more patience. But hearing such comments makes me feel I aint doing nothing. :(
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My sister always receives criticism from my father (may Allah forgive him and rectify his errors ameen). She does EVERYTHING she can for us. Anywhoo, she recently went through a lot. I have been trying to help her since the past 3 months but rn I am living with her and sometimes she becomes negative and angry. She maligns me and my intentions. I dont care at this point. Cause ik she loves me. Sometimes I respond stupidly out of frustration.
My main concern is, how do I help her? We cant afford therapy rn. I know she wont receive any once she goes back home. She has given up studying (fr her books are just lying around and she is in healthcare so it is important). She says stuff which makes me concerned, like "my life is a waste", i think she is hopeless and also dislikes herself. Her self esteem is broken.
People compare us in success. I hate it. They compare us in beauty (but idc as it doesnt effect me anymore). However, those remarks on success effect her a lot (I'd joke about it some years before, people think she's got the beauty I got the brains🤌🏻. That's insane. Those aint exclusive). Therefore, I am the last person she would confide in. She is currently going through the stages of grief, and is living in her past. Scared to move forward. Closed off from everyone, isolated and lonely.
Her life is scattered and I pray everyday for her.. but it hurts to watch her... like this. I can't stand it. I want her to move on, study, focus on herself. I want her to be stronger but idk how to help. What do I do? I have started organizing her apartment. Keeping it clean, making it green (bought some cute plants). I am trying to change her environment. How else can I help her overcome her fears and anxiety? I am also using words of affirmation, but I dont want to validate self sabotage. She gotta put herself first too. She isn't a doormat.
What changes should I bring in my behavior? How can I assist her and help her open up? Both of us have high neuroticism scores and feel intense emotions. However, rn she is going through a lot and I can focus on her more at least. What do I do? She doesnt open up to ANYONE.
Disclaimer: I also have anxiety and salah helps me manage it. P.s. lately i have had people calling me, concerned for her, saying things like " you're her sister how can you not think about her " cause I told them I exhausted my own tricks to help her open up. I feel guilt tripped as well. I am only praying rn and practicing more patience. But hearing such comments makes me feel I aint doing nothing. :(
2023.06.09 00:51 sandwich_with_a_hat i am sorry
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 Oity 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==
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 a bear pinned me against a mushroom! : He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario) GIRL BEE #2: - Oh, my! BARRY: - I never thought I'd knock him out. GIRL BEE #1: (Looking at Adam) What were you doing during this? ADAM: Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities. BARRY: I can autograph that.
(The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and Adam really are pollen jocks.) POLLEN JOCK #1: A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? BARRY: Yeah. Gusty. POLLEN JOCK #1: We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. BARRY: - Six miles, huh? ADAM: - Barry! POLLEN JOCK #2: A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. BARRY: - Maybe I am. ADAM: - You are not! POLLEN JOCK #1: We're going 0900 at J-Gate. : What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? BARRY: I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at night) MARTIN:
Hey, Honex! BARRY: Dad, you surprised me. MARTIN: You decide what you're interested in? BARRY: - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. : Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? MARTIN: 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. BARRY: You know, Dad, the more I think about it, : maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. MARTIN: 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! JANET: - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. BARRY: - I'm not trying to be funny. MARTIN: You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! JANET: - You're gonna be a stirrer? BARRY: - No one's listening to me! MARTIN: Wait till you see the sticks I have. BARRY: I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on) MARTIN: Let's open some honey and celebrate! BARRY: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! JANET: I'm so proud. (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job) ADAM: - We're starting work today!
BARRY: - Today's the day. ADAM: Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Is it still available? JOB LISTER: - Hang on. Two left! : One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. ADAM: - What'd you get? BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Picking crud out. Stellar! (He walks away) ADAM: Wow! JOB LISTER: Couple of newbies? ADAM: Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! JOB LISTER: Make your choice. (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very confusing)
ADAM: - You want to go first? BARRY: - No, you go. ADAM: Oh, my. What's available? JOB LISTER: Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. ADAM: - Any chance of getting the Krelman? JOB LISTER: - Sure, you're on. (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head) (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out) : I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. (Takes Adam's hat off) Wax monkey's always open. ADAM: The Krelman opened up again. : What happened? JOB LISTER: 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!
ADAM: Oh, this is so hard! (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off) Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, : humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, : mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away) : Barry! POLLEN JOCK: All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... ADAM: (Through phone) What happened to you? Where are you? BARRY: - I'm going out. ADAM: - Out? Out where? BARRY: - Out there. ADAM: - Oh, no! BARRY: I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. ADAM:
You're gonna die! You're crazy! (Barry hangs up) Hello? POLLEN JOCK #2: Another call coming in. : If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd : that gets their roses today. BARRY: Hey, guys. POLLEN JOCK #1 == - Look at that. POLLEN JOCK #2: - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? LOU LO DUVA: Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. POLLEN JOCK #1: It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder) LOU LO DUVA: (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you? BEE WITH CLIPBOARD: (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that. : - Thank you. LOU LO DUVA: - 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! BARRY: - That's awful. LOU LO DUVA: (Still talking through megaphone) - And a reminder for you rookies, : bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! : All right, launch positions! POLLEN JOCKS: (The Pollen Jocks run into formation) : Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! LOU LU DUVA: Black and yellow! POLLEN JOCKS:
Hello! POLLEN JOCK #1: (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot? BARRY: Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. POLLEN JOCK's: Wind, check. : - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. : - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. BARRY: Scared out of my shorts, check. LOU LO DUVA: OK, ladies, : let's move it out! : Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! : All of you, drain those flowers! (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive) BARRY: Wow! I'm out! : I can't believe I'm out! : So blue.
: I feel so fast and free! : Box kite! (Barry flies through the kite) : Wow! : Flowers! (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to heat sink goggles.) POLLEN JOCK: This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. : Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. : Roses! POLLEN JOCK #1: 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. : Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun) BARRY: That is one nectar collector! POLLEN JOCK #1== - Ever see pollination up close? BARRY: - No, sir. POLLEN JOCK #1:
(Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles pollen as he goes) : 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. BARRY: That's amazing. Why do we do that? POLLEN JOCK #1: That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. BARRY: Cool. POLLEN JOCK #1: I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. could be daisies. Don't we need those? POLLEN JOCK #2: Copy that visual. : Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. POLLEN JOCK #1: Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? POLLEN JOCK #2: Affirmative. (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are obviously just tennis balls) KEN: (In the distance) That was on the line!
POLLEN JOCK #1: This is the coolest. What is it? POLLEN JOCK #2: I don't know, but I'm loving this color. : It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. POLLEN JOCK #1: Yeah, fuzzy. (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck) POLLEN JOCK #3== Chemical-y. (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball) POLLEN JOCK #1: Careful, guys. It's a little grabby. (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of one of the tennis balls) POLLEN JOCK #2: My sweet lord of bees! POLLEN JOCK #3: Candy-brain, get off there! POLLEN JOCK #1: (Pointing upwards) Problem! (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck to) BARRY: - Guys! POLLEN JOCK #2: - This could be bad. POLLEN JOCK #3: Affirmative. (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick to it)
BARRY== Very close. : Gonna hurt. : Mama's little boy. (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is still stuck to the ball) POLLEN JOCK #1: You are way out of position, rookie! KEN: Coming in at you like a MISSILE! (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball) BARRY: (In slow motion) Help me! POLLEN JOCK #2: I don't think these are flowers. POLLEN JOCK #3: - Should we tell him? POLLEN JOCK #1: - I think he knows. BARRY: What is this?! KEN: Match point! : You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to EAT IT! (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city) BARRY:
Yowser! (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there) BARRY: Ew, gross. (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry into the car) GIRL IN CAR: There's a bee in the car! : - Do something! DAD DRIVING CAR: - I'm driving! BABY GIRL: (Waving at Barry) - Hi, bee. (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl) GUY IN BACK OF CAR: - He's back here! : He's going to sting me! GIRL IN CAR: Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car) : GRANDMA IN CAR== He blinked! (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car, climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry) GIRL IN CAR: Spray him, Granny! DAD DRIVING THE CAR: What are you doing?! (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
the ground, safe.) BARRY: Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds moving into this direction) : I gotta get home. : Can't fly in rain. : Can't fly in rain. (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged) : Can't fly in rain. (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards) Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a plant inside an apartment near the window) VANESSA BLOOME: Ken, could you close the window please? KEN== Hey, check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. : You see? (Folds brochure resume out) Folds out. (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside) BARRY: Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again) : What was that?
(Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back because the window is closed) Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... : Drapes! (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is) That is diabolical. KEN: It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. ANDY: What's number one? Star Wars? KEN: Nah, I don't go for that... (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops) : ...kind of stuff. BARRY: No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. KEN: When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. BARRY: (Looking at the light on the ceiling) There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. (Starts flying towards the lightbulb) : I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the humans are sitting at) KEN:
I predicted global warming. : I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and is about to put it in his mouth) : Wait! Stop! Bee! (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans freak out) : Stand back. These are winter boots. (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but Vanessa saves him last second) VANESSA: Wait! : Don't kill him! (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him) KEN: You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! VANESSA: Why does his life have less value than yours? KEN: Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? VANESSA: I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement) KEN:
My brochure! VANESSA: There you go, little guy. (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is still shocked that a human saved his life) KEN: I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. VANESSA: Put that on your resume brochure. KEN: My whole face could puff up. ANDY: Make it one of your special skills. KEN: Knocking someone out is also a special skill. (Ken walks to the door) Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. : - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? VANESSA: - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. : (Vanessa tries to close door) KEN== - You could put carob chips on there. VANESSA: - Bye. (Closes door but Ken opens it again) KEN: - Supposed to be less calories.
VANESSA: - Bye. (Closes door) (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes) BARRY== (Talking to himself) I gotta say something. : She saved my life. I gotta say something. : All right, here it goes. (Turns back) 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. (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by again) : Oh, I can't do it. Come on! : No. Yes. No. : Do it. I can't.
: How should I start it? (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows) "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry) Here she comes! Speak, you fool! : ...Hi! (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the counter) : I'm sorry. VANESSA: - You're talking. BARRY: - Yes, I know. VANESSA: (Pointing at Barry) You're talking! BARRY: I'm so sorry. VANESSA: No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. : But I don't recall going to bed. BARRY: Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. VANESSA: This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!
BARRY: I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night) 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. (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not) : That was a little weird. VANESSA: - I'm talking with a bee. BARRY: - Yeah. VANESSA: I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! BARRY: I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. (Barry turns to leave) VANESSA: - Wait! How did you learn to do that? BARRY: (Flying back) - What? VANESSA: The talking...thing. BARRY:
Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. VANESSA: - That's very funny. BARRY: - Yeah. : Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. : Anyway... VANESSA: Can I... : ...get you something? BARRY: - Like what? VANESSA: I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee? BARRY: I don't want to put you out. VANESSA: It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. : - It's just coffee. BARRY: - I hate to impose. (Vanessa starts making coffee) VANESSA: - Don't be ridiculous!
BARRY: - Actually, I would love a cup. VANESSA: Hey, you want rum cake? BARRY: - I shouldn't. VANESSA: - Have some. BARRY: - No, I can't. VANESSA: - Come on! BARRY: I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. VANESSA: - Where? BARRY: - These stripes don't help. VANESSA: You look great! BARRY: I don't know if you know anything about fashion. : Are you all right? VANESSA: (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely) No. (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
: BARRY== 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?" (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused) VANESSA: Is that a bee joke? BARRY: That's the kind of stuff we do. VANESSA: Yeah, different. : So, what are you gonna do, Barry? (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it around with a straw like it's a gondola) 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. VANESSA: I know how you feel.
BARRY: - You do? VANESSA: - Sure. : My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. BARRY: - Really? VANESSA: - My only interest is flowers. BARRY: Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. : Anyway, if you look... (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park) : There's my hive right there. See it? VANESSA: You're in Sheep Meadow! BARRY: Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! VANESSA: No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. BARRY: - Why do girls put rings on their toes? VANESSA: - Why not? BARRY:
ADAM: You did? Was she Bee-ish? : - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! BARRY: - No, no, no, not a wasp. ADAM: - Spider? BARRY: - I'm not attracted to spiders. : I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. : I can't get by that face. ADAM: So who is she? BARRY: She's... human. ADAM: No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. BARRY: - Her name's Vanessa. (Adam puts his head in his hands) ADAM: - Oh, boy. BARRY== She's so nice. And she's a florist! ADAM: Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
BARRY: We're not dating. ADAM: You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes : with power washers and M-80s! That's one-eighth a stick of dynamite! BARRY: She saved my life! And she understands me. ADAM: This is over! BARRY: Eat this. (Barry gives Adam a piece of the crumb that he got from Vanessa. Adam eats it) ADAM: (Adam's tone changes) This is not over! What was that? BARRY: - They call it a crumb. ADAM: - It was so stingin' stripey! BARRY: And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! : - You know what a Cinnabon is? ADAM: - No. (Adam opens a door behind him and he pulls Barry in)
BARRY: It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. ADAM: Be quiet! BARRY: They heat it up... ADAM: Sit down! (Adam forces Barry to sit down) BARRY: (Still rambling about Cinnabons) ...really hot! (Adam grabs Barry by the shoulders) ADAM: - Listen to me! : We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! BARRY== Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? ADAM: There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! : You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! BARRY: - Thinking bee. WORKER BEE: - Thinking bee. WORKER BEES AND ADAM: Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee! (Flash forward in time; Barry is laying on a raft in a pool full of honey. He is wearing sunglasses) JANET: There he is. He's in the pool. MARTIN: You know what your problem is, Barry? (Barry pulls down his sunglasses and he looks annoyed) BARRY: (Sarcastic) I gotta start thinking bee? JANET: How much longer will this go on? MARTIN: It's been three days! Why aren't you working? (Puts sunglasses back on) BARRY: I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. MARTIN: What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! JANET: Would it kill you to make a little honey? (Barry rolls off the raft and sinks into the honey pool) : Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. : Martin, would you talk to him? MARTIN:
Barry, I'm talking to you! (Barry keeps sinking into the honey until he is suddenly in Central Park having a picnic with Vanessa) (Barry has a cup of honey and he clinks his glass with Vanessas. Suddenly a mosquito lands on Vanessa and she slaps it, killing it. They both gasp but then burst out laughing) VANESSA: You coming? (The camera pans over and Vanessa is climbing into a small yellow airplane) BARRY: Got everything? VANESSA: All set! BARRY: Go ahead. I'll catch up. (Vanessa lifts off and flies ahead) VANESSA: Don't be too long. (Barry catches up with Vanessa and he sticks out his arms like ana irplane. He rolls from side to side, and Vanessa copies him with the airplane) VANESSA: Watch this! (Barry stays back and watches as Vanessa draws a heart in the air using pink smoke from the plane, but on the last loop-the-loop she suddenly crashes into a mountain and the plane explodes. The destroyed plane falls into some rocks and explodes a second time) BARRY: Vanessa! (As Barry is yelling his mouth fills with honey and he wakes up, discovering that he was just day dreaming. He slowly sinks back into the honey pool) MARTIN: - We're still here.
JANET: - I told you not to yell at him. : He doesn't respond to yelling! MARTIN: - Then why yell at me? JANET: - Because you don't listen! MARTIN: I'm not listening to this. BARRY: Sorry, I've gotta go. MARTIN: - Where are you going? BARRY: - I'm meeting a friend. JANET: A girl? Is this why you can't decide? BARRY: Bye. (Barry flies out the door and Martin shakes his head) : JANET== I just hope she's Bee-ish. (Fast forward in time and Barry is sitting on Vanessa's shoulder and she is closing up her shop) BARRY: They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? VANESSA: To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream!
: Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. BARRY: A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? VANESSA: No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? BARRY: It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. VANESSA: Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. BARRY: TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! VANESSA: You don't have that? BARRY: We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. VANESSA: Oh, my. (A human walks by and Barry narrowly avoids him) PASSERBY: Dumb bees! VANESSA: You must want to sting all those jerks. BARRY: We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us. VANESSA: So you have to watch your temper (They walk into a store) BARRY: 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. (Suddenly an employee(Hector) hits Barry off of Vanessa's shoulder. Hector thinks he's saving Vanessa) VANESSA: (To Barry) Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? (Barry is getting up off the floor) BARRY: Yeah. VANESSA: (To Hector) - What is wrong with you?! HECTOR: (Confused) - It's a bug. VANESSA: He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! (Vanessa hits Hector across the face with the magazine he had and then hits him in the head. Hector backs away covering his head) Barry: What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? (Vanessa sets Barry back on her shoulder)
VANESSA: Yeah, it was. How did you know? BARRY: It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. VANESSA: You've really got that down to a science. BARRY: - Oh, we have to. I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. VANESSA: - I'll bet. (Barry looks to his right and notices there is honey for sale in the aisle) BARRY: What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? (Barry looks at all the brands of honey, shocked) How did this get here? Cute Bee, Golden Blossom, : Ray Liotta Private Select? (Barry puts his hands up and slowly turns around, a look of disgust on his face) VANESSA: - Is he that actor? BARRY: - I never heard of him. : - Why is this here? VANESSA: - For people. We eat it. BARRY:
You don't have enough food of your own?! (Hector looks back and notices that Vanessa is talking to Barry) VANESSA: - Well, yes. BARRY: - How do you get it? VANESSA: - Bees make it. BARRY: - I know who makes it! : And it's hard to make it! : There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! VANESSA: - It's organic. BARRY: - It's our-ganic! VANESSA: It's just honey, Barry. 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! (Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a soldier and sneaks into the storage section of the store) (Two men, including Hector, are loading boxes into some trucks) : SUPERMARKET EMPLOYEE== Hey, Hector. : - You almost done? HECTOR: - Almost. (Barry takes a step to peak around the corner) (Whispering) He is here. I sense it. : Well, I guess I'll go home now (Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly) : and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. BARRY: You're busted, box boy! HECTOR: I knew I heard something! So you can talk! BARRY: I can talk. And now you'll start talking! : Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who's your supplier? HECTOR: I don't understand. I thought we were friends. : The last thing we want to do is upset bees! (Hector takes a thumbtack out of the board behind him and sword-fights Barry. Barry is using his stinger like a sword) : You're too late! It's ours now! BARRY: You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! HECTOR: You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! (Barry hits the thumbtack out of Hectors hand and Hector surrenders) Barry: Where is the honey coming from? : Tell me where! HECTOR: (Pointing to leaving truck) Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! (Barry chases after the truck but it is getting away. He flies onto a bicyclists' backpack and he catches up to the truck) CAR DRIVER: (To bicyclist) Crazy person! (Barry flies off and lands on the windshield of the Honey farms truck. Barry looks around and sees dead bugs splattered everywhere) BARRY: What horrible thing has happened here?
: These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now : they're on the road to nowhere! (Barry hears a sudden whisper) (Barry looks up and sees Mooseblood, a mosquito playing dead) MOOSEBLOOD: Just keep still. BARRY: What? You're not dead? MOOSEBLOOD: Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? BARRY: To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. MOOSEBLOOD: I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! ANOTHER BUG PLAYING DEAD: I'm going to Tacoma. (Barry looks at another bug) BARRY: - And you? MOOSEBLOOD: - He really is dead. BARRY: All right. (Another bug hits the windshield and the drivers notice. They activate the windshield wipers) MOOSEBLOOD== Uh-oh! (The windshield wipers are slowly sliding over the dead bugs and wiping
them off) BARRY: - What is that?! MOOSEBLOOD: - Oh, no! : - A wiper! Triple blade! BARRY: - Triple blade? MOOSEBLOOD: Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! (Mooseblood and Barry grab onto the wiper and they hold on as it wipes the windshield) Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! : How much do you people need to see?! (Bangs on windshield) : Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! RADIO IN TRUCK: From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. MOOSEBLOOD: But don't kill no more bugs! (Mooseblood and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid) MOOSEBLOOD: - Bee! BARRY: - Moose blood guy!! (Barry starts screaming as he hangs onto the antenna) (Suddenly it is revealed that a water bug is also hanging on the antenna.
There is a pause and then Barry and the water bug both start screaming) TRUCK DRIVER: - You hear something? GUY IN TRUCK: - Like what? TRUCK DRIVER: Like tiny screaming. GUY IN TRUCK: Turn off the radio. (The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the truck. The water bug flies off and Barry is forced to let go and he is blown away. He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the truck where he finds Mooseblood, who was blown into the same place) MOOSEBLOOD: Whassup, bee boy? BARRY: Hey, Blood. (Fast forward in time and we see that Barry is deep in conversation with Mooseblood. They have been sitting in this truck for a while) BARRY: ...Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. MOOSEBLOOD: Wow! BARRY: I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. : I mean, that honey's ours. MOOSEBLOOD: - Bees hang tight. BARRY:
BEEKEEPER #2: They make the honey, and we make the money. BARRY: "They make the honey, and we make the money"? (The Beekeeper sprays hundreds of cheap miniature apartments with the smoker. The bees are fainting or passing out) Oh, my! : What's going on? Are you OK? (Barry flies into one of the apartment and helps a Bee couple get off the ground. They are coughing and its hard for them to stand) BEE IN APARTMENT: Yeah. It doesn't last too long. BARRY: Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? BEE IN APPARTMENT: Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. (The apartment room is completely empty except for a photo on the wall of the "queen" who is obviously a man in women's clothes) BARRY: This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! : That's a drag queen! : What is this? (Barry flies out and he discovers that there are hundreds of these structures, each housing thousands of Bees) Oh, no! : There's hundreds of them! (Barry takes out his camera and takes pictures of these Bee work camps. The beekeepers look very evil in these depictions)
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. (Flash forward in time and Barry is showing these pictures to his parents) JANET: Oh, Barry, stop. MARTIN: Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. BARRY: Do these look like rumors? (Holds up the pictures) UNCLE CARL: That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. JANET: How did you get mixed up in this? ADAM: He's been talking to humans. JANET: - What? MARTIN: - Talking to humans?! ADAM: He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! JANET: Make out? Barry!
BARRY: We do not. ADAM: - You wish you could. MARTIN: - Whose side are you on? BARRY: The bees! UNCLE CARL: (He has been sitting in the back of the room this entire time) I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. JANET: Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? BARRY: 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. JANET: I remember that. BARRY: 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!
ADAM: Even if it's true, what can one bee do? BARRY: Sting them where it really hurts. MARTIN: In the face! The eye! : - That would hurt. BARRY: - No. MARTIN: Up the nose? That's a killer. BARRY: There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. (Flash forward a bit in time and we are watching the Bee News) BEE NEWS NARRATOR: Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. BEE PROTESTOR: No more bee beards! BEE NEWS NARRATOR: With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. : Weather with Storm Stinger. : Sports with Buzz Larvi. : And Jeanette Chung. BOB BUMBLE: - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. JEANETTE CHUNG:
Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. KEN: But it's our yogurt night! VANESSA: (Holding door open for Ken) Bye-bye. KEN: (Yelling) Why is yogurt night so difficult?! (Ken leaves and Vanessa walks over to Barry. His workplace is a mess) VANESSA: You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! BARRY: Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. ADAM: - Frosting... - How many sugars? ==BARRY== Just one. I try not to use the competition. : So why are you helping me? VANESSA: Bees have good qualities. : And it takes my mind off the shop. : Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. BARRY:
Those are great, if you're three. VANESSA: And artificial flowers. BARRY: - Oh, those just get me psychotic! VANESSA: - Yeah, me too. : BARRY: Bent stingers, pointless pollination. ADAM: 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. VANESSA: - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. BARRY: - I guess. ADAM: You sure you want to go through with it? BARRY: 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! (Flash forward in time and we are watching the human news. The camera shows
a crowd outside a courthouse) NEWS REPORTER: 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. (We are no longer watching through a news camera) ADAM: What have we gotten into here, Barry? BARRY: It's pretty big, isn't it? ADAM== (Looking at the hundreds of people around the courthouse) I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. BARRY: You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? SECURITY GUARD: Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. (A limousine drives up and a fat man,Layton Montgomery, a honey industry owner gets out and walks past Barry) ADAM: - What's the matter? BARRY: - I don't know, I just got a chill. (Fast forward in time and everyone is in the court) MONTGOMERY: Well, if it isn't the bee team.
(To Honey Industry lawyers) You boys work on this? MAN: All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. JUDGE BUMBLETON: All right. Case number 4475, : Superior Court of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry : is now in session. : Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? MONTGOMERY: A privilege. JUDGE BUMBLETON: Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? (Everyone looks closely, they are waiting to see if a Bee can really talk) (Barry makes several buzzing sounds to sound like a Bee) BARRY: I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. JUDGE BUMBLBETON: Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. MONTGOMERY: 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! (Montgomery walks over and looks closely at Barry) : How do we know this isn't some sort of : holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? : They could be using laser beams! : Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we know, : he could be on steroids! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Mr. Benson?
BARRY: 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! JANET== (To Martin) I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Call your first witness. BARRY: So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have. KLAUSS VANDERHAYDEN: I suppose so. BARRY: I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! KLAUSS: Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. BARRY: Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. : I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? KLAUSS: (Quietly) - No. BARRY: - I couldn't hear you. KLAUSS: - No. BARRY: - 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. KLAUSS: They're very lovable creatures.
: Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. BARRY: You mean like this? (The bear from Over The Hedge barges in through the back door and it is roaring and standing on its hind legs. It is thrashing its claws and people are screaming. It is being held back by a guard who has the bear on a chain) : (Pointing to the roaring bear) Bears kill bees! : How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! : Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! JUDGE BUMBLETON: OK, that's enough. Take him away. (The bear stops roaring and thrashing and walks out) BARRY: So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. : - Where have I heard it before? MR. STING: - I was with a band called The Police. BARRY: But you've never been a police officer, have you? STING: No, I haven't. BARRY:
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. STING: Oh, please. BARRY: Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? : Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. : Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! MONTGOMERY: That's not his real name?! You idiots! BARRY: Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on : your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. RAY LIOTTA: Thank you. Thank you. BARRY: I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome : with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow. RAY LIOTTA: I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? BARRY: 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? RAY LIOTTA: Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! BARRY: This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! (Ray Liotta looses it and tries to grab Barry) RAY LIOTTA: Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! JUDGE BUMBLETON: - Order in this court! RAY LIOTTA: - You're all thinking it! (Judge Bumbleton starts banging her gavel) JUDGE BUMBLETON: Order! Order, I say! RAY LIOTTA: - Say it! MAN:
KEN: Do we? BARRY: Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. KEN: (Menacingly) That's just what I was thinking about doing. (Ken reaches for a fork on the table but knocks if on the floor. He goes to pick it up) VANESSA: Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. (Ken quickly rises back up after hearing this but hits his head on the table and yells) BARRY: I'm going to drain the old stinger. KEN: Yeah, you do that. (Barry flies past Ken to get to the bathroom and Ken freaks out, splashing some of the wine he was using to cool his head in his eyes. He yells in anger) (Barry looks at the magazines featuring his victories in court) BARRY: Look at that. (Barry flies into the bathroom) (He puts his hand on his head but this makes hurts him and makes him even madder. He yells again) (Barry is washing his hands in the sink but then Ken walks in) KEN: You know, you know I've just about had it (Closes bathroom door behind him) with your little mind games. (Ken is menacingly rolling up a magazine) BARRY:
(Backing away) - What's that? KEN: - Italian Vogue. BARRY: Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. KEN: It's a lot of ads. BARRY: Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? KEN: That's funny, I just can't seem to recall that! (Ken smashes everything off the sink with the magazine and Barry narrowly escapes) (Ken follows Barry around and tries to hit him with the magazine but he keeps missing) (Ken gets a spray bottle) : I think something stinks in here! BARRY: (Enjoying the spray) I love the smell of flowers. (Ken holds a lighter in front of the spray bottle) KEN: How do you like the smell of flames?! BARRY: Not as much. (Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the bathroom. He torches the whole room but looses his footing and falls into the bathtub. After getting hit in the head by falling objects 3 times he picks up the shower head, revealing a Water bug hiding under it) WATER BUG: Water bug! Not taking sides!
(Barry gets up out of a pile of bathroom supplies and he is wearing a chapstick hat) BARRY: Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! This is pathetic! (Ken switches the shower head to lethal) KEN: I've got issues! (Ken sprays Barry with the shower head and he crash lands into the toilet) (Ken menacingly looks down into the toilet at Barry) Well, well, well, a royal flush! BARRY: - You're bluffing. KEN: - Am I? (flushes toilet) (Barry grabs a chapstick from the toilet seat and uses it to surf in the flushing toilet) BARRY: Surf's up, dude! (Barry flies out of the toilet on the chapstick and sprays Ken's face with the toilet water) : EW,Poo water! BARRY: That bowl is gnarly. KEN: (Aiming a toilet cleaner at Barry) Except for those dirty yellow rings! (Barry cowers and covers his head and Vanessa runs in and takes the toilet cleaner from Ken just before he hits Barry) VANESSA: Kenneth! What are you doing?! KEN== (Leaning towards Barry)
You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! VANESSA: We need to talk! (Vanessa pulls Ken out of the bathroom) : He's just a little bee! : And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! KEN: Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? VANESSA: No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! KEN: Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... : My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! VANESSA: Goodbye, Ken. (Ken huffs and walks out and slams the door. But suddenly he walks back in and stares at Barry) : And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners MADE BY MAN! (Ken leaves again and Vanessa leans in towards Barry) VANESSA: I'm sorry about all that. (Ken walks back in again)
KEN: I know it's got an aftertaste! I LIKE IT! (Ken leaves for the last time) VANESSA: I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. : I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. : Are you OK for the trial? BARRY: I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. (Flash forward in time and Barry, Adam, and Vanessa are back in court) MONTGOMERY-- We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. ADAM: Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... (Barry stares at Adam) ...Yeah. LAWYER: Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. MONTGOMERY: Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around : is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. (To lawyer)
: Order, please! (Flash forward in time and we see a human news reporter) NEWS REPORTER: The case of the honeybees versus the human race : took a pointed turn against the bees : yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. (Adam is laying in a hospital bed and Barry flies in to see him) BARRY: - Hey, buddy. ADAM: - Hey. BARRY: - Is there much pain? ADAM: - Yeah. : I... : I blew the whole case, didn't I? BARRY: It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. ADAM: I'd be better off dead. Look at me. (A small plastic sword is replaced as Adam's stinger) They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
: Look, there's a little celery still on it. (Flicks off the celery and sighs) BARRY: What was it like to sting someone? ADAM: I can't explain it. It was all... : All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! BARRY: ...All right. ADAM: You think it was all a trap? BARRY: Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. : What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. ADAM: What will the humans do to us if they win? BARRY: I don't know. ADAM: I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. BARRY: Adam, they check in, but they don't check out!
ADAM: Oh, my. (Coughs) Could you get a nurse to close that window? BARRY: - Why? ADAM: - The smoke. (We can see that two humans are smoking cigarettes outside) : Bees don't smoke. BARRY: Right. Bees don't smoke. : Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. : That's it! That's our case! ADAM: It is? It's not over? BARRY: Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. : Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. (Flash forward in time and Adam is making a paper boat in the courtroom) ADAM: And assuming you've done step 29 correctly, you're ready for the tub! (We see that the jury have each made their own paper boats after being taught how by Adam. They all look confused) JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Flayman. ADAM: Yes? Yes, Your Honor! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Where is the rest of your team? ADAM: (Continues stalling) Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. : Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, : and as a result, we don't make very good time. : I actually heard a funny story about... MONTGOMERY: Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs : taken up enough of this court's valuable time? : How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? : They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges : against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. : I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going : to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. ADAM: But you can't! We have a terrific case. MONTGOMERY: Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? : Show me the smoking gun! BARRY: (Barry flies in through the door) Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? : Here is your smoking gun. (Vanessa walks in holding a bee smoker. She sets it down on the Judge's podium) JUDGE BUMBLETON: What is that? BARRY: It's a bee smoker! MONTGOMERY: (Picks up smoker) What, this? This harmless little contraption? : This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. (Montgomery accidentally fires it at the bees in the crowd and they faint
and cough) (Dozens of reporters start taking pictures of the suffering bees) BARRY: Look at what has happened : to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" : Is this what nature intended for us? : To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines : and man-made wooden slat work camps? : Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? (Barry points to the honey industry owners. One of them is an African American so he awkwardly separates himself from the others) LAWYER: - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. BARRY: Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! ADAM AND VANESSA: Free the bees! Free the bees! BEES IN CROWD: Free the bees! HUMAN JURY: Free the bees! Free the bees! JUDGE BUMBLETON: The court finds in favor of the bees!
BARRY: Vanessa, we won! VANESSA: I knew you could do it! High-five! (Vanessa hits Barry hard because her hand is too big) : Sorry. BARRY: (Overjoyed) I'm OK! You know what this means? : All the honey will finally belong to the bees. : Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. MONTGOMERY: This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. : You'll regret this. (Montgomery leaves and Barry goes outside the courtroom. Several reporters start asking Barry questions) REPORTER 1#: Barry, how much honey is out there? BARRY: All right. One at a time. REPORTER 2#: Barry, who are you wearing? BARRY: My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants.
(Barry flies outside with the paparazzi and Adam and Vanessa stay back) ADAM: (To Vanessa) - What if Montgomery's right? Vanessa: - What do you mean? ADAM: We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. (Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to a man) BUSINESS MAN: Congratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? BARRY: First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. (As Barry is talking we see a montage of men putting "closed" tape over the work camps and freeing the bees in the crappy apartments) Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, : every last drop. (Men in suits are pushing all the honey of the aisle and into carts) We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more (We see a statue of a bear-shaped honey container being pulled down by bees) than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. : We're all aware of what they do in the woods. (We see Winnie the Pooh sharing his honey with Piglet in the cross-hairs of a high-tech sniper rifle) BARRY: (Looking through binoculars)
Wait for my signal. : Take him out. (Winnie gets hit by a tranquilizer dart and dramatically falls off the log he was standing on, his tongue hanging out. Piglet looks at Pooh in fear and the Sniper takes the honey.) SNIPER: He'll have nausea for a few hours, then he'll be fine. (Flash forward in time) BARRY: And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... (Mr. Sting is sitting at home until he is taken out of his house by the men in suits) STING: But it's just a prance-about stage name! BARRY: ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products : and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. (An old lady is mixing honey into her tea but suddenly men in suits smash her face down on the table and take the honey) OLD LADY: Can't breathe. (A honey truck pulls up to Barry's hive) WORKER: Bring it in, boys! : Hold it right there! Good. : Tap it.
(Tons of honey is being pumped into the hive's storage) BEE WORKER 1#: (Honey overflows from the cup) Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! : - I think we need to shut down! =BEE WORKER #2= - Shut down? We've never shut down. : Shut down honey production! DEAN BUZZWELL: Stop making honey! (The bees all leave their stations. Two bees run into a room and they put the keys into a machine) Turn your key, sir! (Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the button which they press, shutting down the honey-making machines. This is the first time this has ever happened) BEE: ...What do we do now? (Flash forward in time and a Bee is about to jump into a pool full of honey) Cannonball! (The bee gets stuck in the honey and we get a short montage of Bees leaving work) (We see the Pollen Jocks flying but one of them gets a call on his antenna) LOU LU DUVA: (Through "phone") We're shutting honey production! : Mission abort. POLLEN JOCK #1: Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. (The Pollen Jocks fly back to the hive)
(We get a time lapse of Central Park slowly wilting away as the bees all relax) BARRY: Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. ADAM: Oh, yeah? BARRY: What's going on? Where is everybody? (The entire street is deserted) : - Are they out celebrating? ADAM: - They're home. : They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. : I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. BARRY: At least we got our honey back. ADAM: Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? : It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. : This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. :
And now... : Now I can't. (Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to Vanessa) BARRY: I don't understand why they're not happy. : I thought their lives would be better! : They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. VANESSA: You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? BARRY: - What did you want to show me? (Vanessa takes Barry to the rooftop where they first had coffee and points to her store) VANESSA: - This. (Points at her flowers. They are all grey and wilting) BARRY: What happened here? VANESSA: That is not the half of it. (Small flash forward in time and Vanessa and Barry are on the roof of her store and she points to Central Park) (We see that Central Park is no longer green and colorful, rather it is grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very depressing to look at) BARRY: Oh, no. Oh, my. :
They're all wilting. VANESSA: Doesn't look very good, does it? BARRY: No. VANESSA: And whose fault do you think that is? BARRY: You know, I'm gonna guess bees. VANESSA== (Staring at Barry) Bees? BARRY: Specifically, me. : I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. VANESSA: It's not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. BARRY: That's our whole SAT test right there. VANESSA: Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. : And then, of course... BARRY: The human species? : So if there's no more pollination,
: it could all just go south here, couldn't it? VANESSA: I know this is also partly my fault. BARRY: How about a suicide pact? VANESSA: How do we do it? BARRY: - I'll sting you, you step on me. VANESSA: - That just kills you twice. BARRY: Right, right. VANESSA: Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. (Vanessa leaves) BARRY: (To himself) I had to open my mouth and talk. : Vanessa? : Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? (Vanessa is getting into a taxi) VANESSA: To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. :
They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. : It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. BARRY: Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. VANESSA: I know. Me neither. (The taxi starts to drive away) BARRY: Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. : Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? : Roses! : Vanessa! (Barry flies after the Taxi) VANESSA: Roses?! : Barry? (Barry is flying outside the window of the taxi) BARRY: - Roses are flowers! VANESSA: - Yes, they are. BARRY: Flowers, bees, pollen!
VANESSA: I know. That's why this is the last parade. BARRY: Maybe not. Could you ask him to slow down? VANESSA: Could you slow down? (The taxi driver screeches to a stop and Barry keeps flying forward) : Barry! (Barry flies back to the window) BARRY: OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. VANESSA: Yes, it kind of is. BARRY: I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you : with the flower shop. I've made it worse. VANESSA: Actually, it's completely closed down. BARRY: I thought maybe you were remodeling. : But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. VANESSA: I don't want to hear it!
BARRY: All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. : I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. : All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. : - Bees. VANESSA: - Park. BARRY: - Pollen! VANESSA: - Flowers. BARRY: - Re-pollination! VANESSA: - Across the nation! : Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California. : They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. : Security will be tight. BARRY: I have an idea.
(Flash forward in time. Vanessa is about to board a plane which has all the Roses on board. VANESSA: Vanessa Bloome, FTD. (Holds out badge) : Official floral business. It's real. SECURITY GUARD: Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. =VANESSA== Thank you. It was a gift. (Barry is revealed to be hiding inside the brooch) (Flash back in time and Barry and Vanessa are discussing their plan) BARRY: Once inside, we just pick the right float. VANESSA: How about The Princess and the Pea? : I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! BARRY: Yes, I got it. : - Where should I sit? GUARD: - What are you? BARRY: - I believe I'm the pea. GUARD: - The pea? VANESSA:
It goes under the mattresses. GUARD: - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. VANESSA: You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! : Let's see what this baby'll do. (Vanessa drives the float through traffic) GUARD: Hey, what are you doing?! BARRY== Then all we do is blend in with traffic... : ...without arousing suspicion. : Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. (Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are about to get on a plane) SECURITY GUARD: Stop! Security. : - You and your insect pack your float? VANESSA: - Yes. SECURITY GUARD: Has it been in your possession the entire time? VANESSA: - Yes.
SECURITY GUARD: Would you remove your shoes? (To Barry) - Remove your stinger. BARRY: - It's part of me. SECURITY GUARD: I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. (Barry plotting with Vanessa) BARRY: Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. (Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are flying on the plane) Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! VANESSA: I think this is gonna work. BARRY: It's got to work. CAPTAIN SCOTT: (On intercom) Attention, passengers, this is Captain Scott. : We have a bit of bad weather in New York. : It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. VANESSA: Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. BARRY:
I gotta get up there and talk to them. VANESSA== Be careful. (Barry flies right outside the cockpit door) BARRY: Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. (The flight attendant opens the door and walks out and Barry flies into the cockpit unseen) BARRY: Captain, I'm in a real situation. CAPTAIN SCOTT: - What'd you say, Hal? CO-PILOT HAL: - Nothing. (Scott notices Barry and freaks out) CAPTAIN SCOTT: Bee! BARRY: No,no,no, Don't freak out! My entire species... (Captain Scott gets out of his seat and tries to suck Barry into a handheld vacuum) HAL: (To Scott) What are you doing? (Barry lands on Hals hair but Scott sees him. He tries to suck up Barry but instead he sucks up Hals toupee) CAPTAIN SCOTT: Uh-oh. BARRY: - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
HAL: (Hal doesn't know Barry is on his head) - Who's an attorney? CAPTAIN SCOTT: Don't move. (Scott hits Hal in the face with the vacuum in an attempt to hit Barry. Hal is knocked out and he falls on the life raft button which launches an infalatable boat into Scott, who gets knocked out and falls to the floor. They are both uncounscious.) BARRY: (To himself) Oh, Barry. BARRY: (On intercom, with a Southern accent) Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. : Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? (Vanessa looks confused) (Normal accent) ...And please hurry! (Vanessa opens the door and sees the life raft and the uncounscious pilots) VANESSA: What happened here? BARRY: I tried to talk to them, but then there was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. : Now one's bald, one's in a boat, and they're both unconscious! VANESSA: ...Is that another bee joke? BARRY:
REPORTER: (Talking with Bob Bumble) We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls : with absolutely no flight experience. BOB BUMBLE: Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. BUD: I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. : They've done enough damage. REPORTER: But isn't he your only hope? BUD: Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. : Their wings are too small... BARRY: (Through radio) Haven't we heard this a million times? : "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense."... BOB BUMBLE: - Get this on the air! BEE: - Got it.
BEE NEWS CREW: - Stand by. BEE NEWS CREW: - We're going live! BARRY: (Through radio on TV) ...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! BEES: - Hello! (The scene switches and Barry is teaching Vanessa how to fly) BARRY:
Left, right, down, hover. VANESSA: - Hover? BARRY: - Forget hover. VANESSA: This isn't so hard. (Pretending to honk the horn) Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (A Lightning bolt hits the plane and autopilot turns off) Barry, what happened?! BARRY: Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. VANESSA: - That may have been helping me. BARRY: - And now we're not! VANESSA: So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. (The plane plummets but we see Lou Lu Duva and the Pollen Jocks, along with multiple other bees flying towards the plane) Lou Lu DUva: All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! : Move out! (The scene switches back to Vanessa and Barry in the plane) BARRY: Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! (Barry sticks out his arms like an airplane and flys in front of Vanessa's face)
VANESSA: Don't have to yell. BARRY: I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. VANESSA: It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! BARRY: It's not a tone. I'm panicking! VANESSA: I can't do this! (Barry slaps Vanessa) BARRY: Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! VANESSA: (Slaps Barry) You snap out of it. BARRY: (Slaps Vanessa) : You snap out of it. VANESSA: - You snap out of it! BARRY: - You snap out of it! (We see that all the Pollen Jocks are flying under the plane) VANESSA: - You snap out of it! BARRY: - You snap out of it!
VANESSA: - You snap out of it! BARRY: - You snap out of it! VANESSA: - Hold it! BARRY: - Why? Come on, it's my turn. VANESSA: How is the plane flying? (The plane is now safely flying) VANESSA: I don't know. (Barry's antennae rings like a phone. Barry picks up) BARRY: Hello? LOU LU DUVA: (Through "phone") Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? (All of the Pollen Jocks are carrying the plane) BARRY: The Pollen Jocks! : They do get behind a fellow. LOU LU DUVA: - Black and yellow. POLLEN JOCKS: - Hello. LOU LU DUVA: All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop. BARRY: Where? I can't see anything. Can you? VANESSA: No, nothing. It's all cloudy. : Come on. You got to think bee, Barry. BARRY: - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. (On the runway there are millions of bees laying on their backs) BEES: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! BARRY: Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. VANESSA: - What? BARRY: - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. : Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. : Bring the nose down. BEES: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! CONTROL TOWER OPERATOR: - What in the world is on the tarmac? BUD: - Get some lights on that!
(It is revealed that all the bees are organized into a giant pulsating flower formation) BEES: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! BARRY: - Vanessa, aim for the flower. VANESSA: - OK. BARRY: Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? LOU LU DUVA: Affirmative! BARRY: Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. : Land on that flower! : Ready? Full reverse! : Spin it around! (The plane's nose is pointed at a flower painted on a nearby plane) - Not that flower! The other one! VANESSA: - Which one? BARRY: - That flower. (The plane is now pointed at a fat guy in a flowered shirt. He freaks out and tries to take a picture of the plane) VANESSA: - I'm aiming at the flower!
BARRY: That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! (The plane hovers over the bee-flower) : Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. : Rotate around it. VANESSA: - This is insane, Barry! BARRY: - This's the only way I know how to fly. BUD: Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? (The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the bee-flower) BARRY: Get your nose in there. Don'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! : Come on, already. (The bees scatter and the plane safely lands) VANESSA: Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly!
BARRY: - Yes! (Vanessa is about to high-five Barry) No high-five! VANESSA: - Right. ADAM: Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? BARRY: What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! ADAM: - Thank you. BARRY: - 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 gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say?
: Are we going to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains? BEES: We're bees! BEE WHO LIKES KEYCHAINS: Keychain! BARRY: Then follow me! Except Keychain. POLLEN JOCK #1: Hold on, Barry. Here. : You've earned this. BARRY: Yeah! : I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. (The Pollen Jocks throw Barry a nectar-collecting gun. Barry catches it) Oh, yeah. JANET: That's our Barry. (Barry and the Pollen Jocks get pollen from the flowers on the plane) (Flash forward in time and the Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC) : (Barry pollinates the flowers in Vanessa's shop and then heads to Central Park) BOY IN PARK: Mom! The bees are back! ADAM: (Putting on his Krelman hat) If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time. : I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! (The bee honey factories are back up and running) (Meanwhile at Vanessa's shop) VANESSA: (To customer) Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Can I help who's next? : Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. (There is a room in the shop where Barry does legal work for other animals. He is currently talking with a Cow) COW: Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! : Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! BARRY: I had no idea. VANESSA: Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? BARRY: Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. MOOSEBLOOD: Sorry I'm late. COW: He's a lawyer too?
MOOSEBLOOD: Ma'am, I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. VANESSA: Have a great afternoon! : Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. BARRY: No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. VANESSA: You're a lifesaver, Barry. Can I help who's next? BARRY: All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. VANESSA: Thank you, Barry! (Ken walks by on the sidewalk and sees the "bee-approved honey" in Vanessa's shop) KEN: That bee is living my life!! ANDY: Let it go, Kenny. KEN: - When will this nightmare end?! ANDY: - Let it all go. BARRY: - Beautiful day to fly. POLLEN JOCK:
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(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 Oity 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:
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 a bear pinned me against a mushroom! : He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario) GIRL BEE #2: - Oh, my! BARRY: - I never thought I'd knock him out. GIRL BEE #1: (Looking at Adam) What were you doing during this? ADAM: Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities. BARRY: I can autograph that.
(The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and Adam really are pollen jocks.) POLLEN JOCK #1: A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? BARRY: Yeah. Gusty. POLLEN JOCK #1: We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. BARRY: - Six miles, huh? ADAM: - Barry! POLLEN JOCK #2: A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. BARRY: - Maybe I am. ADAM: - You are not! POLLEN JOCK #1: We're going 0900 at J-Gate. : What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? BARRY: I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at night) MARTIN:
Hey, Honex! BARRY: Dad, you surprised me. MARTIN: You decide what you're interested in? BARRY: - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. : Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? MARTIN: 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. BARRY: You know, Dad, the more I think about it, : maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. MARTIN: 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! JANET: - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. BARRY: - I'm not trying to be funny. MARTIN: You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! JANET: - You're gonna be a stirrer? BARRY: - No one's listening to me! MARTIN: Wait till you see the sticks I have. BARRY: I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on) MARTIN: Let's open some honey and celebrate! BARRY: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! JANET: I'm so proud. (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job) ADAM: - We're starting work today!
BARRY: - Today's the day. ADAM: Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Is it still available? JOB LISTER: - Hang on. Two left! : One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. ADAM: - What'd you get? BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Picking crud out. Stellar! (He walks away) ADAM: Wow! JOB LISTER: Couple of newbies? ADAM: Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! JOB LISTER: Make your choice. (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very confusing)
ADAM: - You want to go first? BARRY: - No, you go. ADAM: Oh, my. What's available? JOB LISTER: Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. ADAM: - Any chance of getting the Krelman? JOB LISTER: - Sure, you're on. (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head) (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out) : I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. (Takes Adam's hat off) Wax monkey's always open. ADAM: The Krelman opened up again. : What happened? JOB LISTER: 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!
ADAM: Oh, this is so hard! (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off) Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, : humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, : mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away) : Barry! POLLEN JOCK: All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... ADAM: (Through phone) What happened to you? Where are you? BARRY: - I'm going out. ADAM: - Out? Out where? BARRY: - Out there. ADAM: - Oh, no! BARRY: I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. ADAM:
You're gonna die! You're crazy! (Barry hangs up) Hello? POLLEN JOCK #2: Another call coming in. : If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd : that gets their roses today. BARRY: Hey, guys. POLLEN JOCK #1 == - Look at that. POLLEN JOCK #2: - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? LOU LO DUVA: Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. POLLEN JOCK #1: It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder) LOU LO DUVA: (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you? BEE WITH CLIPBOARD: (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that. : - Thank you. LOU LO DUVA: - 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! BARRY: - That's awful. LOU LO DUVA: (Still talking through megaphone) - And a reminder for you rookies, : bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! : All right, launch positions! POLLEN JOCKS: (The Pollen Jocks run into formation) : Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! LOU LU DUVA: Black and yellow! POLLEN JOCKS:
Hello! POLLEN JOCK #1: (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot? BARRY: Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. POLLEN JOCK's: Wind, check. : - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. : - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. BARRY: Scared out of my shorts, check. LOU LO DUVA: OK, ladies, : let's move it out! : Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! : All of you, drain those flowers! (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive) BARRY: Wow! I'm out! : I can't believe I'm out! : So blue.
: I feel so fast and free! : Box kite! (Barry flies through the kite) : Wow! : Flowers! (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to heat sink goggles.) POLLEN JOCK: This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. : Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. : Roses! POLLEN JOCK #1: 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. : Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun) BARRY: That is one nectar collector! POLLEN JOCK #1== - Ever see pollination up close? BARRY: - No, sir. POLLEN JOCK #1:
(Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles pollen as he goes) : 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. BARRY: That's amazing. Why do we do that? POLLEN JOCK #1: That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. BARRY: Cool. POLLEN JOCK #1: I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. could be daisies. Don't we need those? POLLEN JOCK #2: Copy that visual. : Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. POLLEN JOCK #1: Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? POLLEN JOCK #2: Affirmative. (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are obviously just tennis balls) KEN: (In the distance) That was on the line!
POLLEN JOCK #1: This is the coolest. What is it? POLLEN JOCK #2: I don't know, but I'm loving this color. : It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. POLLEN JOCK #1: Yeah, fuzzy. (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck) POLLEN JOCK #3== Chemical-y. (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball) POLLEN JOCK #1: Careful, guys. It's a little grabby. (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of one of the tennis balls) POLLEN JOCK #2: My sweet lord of bees! POLLEN JOCK #3: Candy-brain, get off there! POLLEN JOCK #1: (Pointing upwards) Problem! (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck to) BARRY: - Guys! POLLEN JOCK #2: - This could be bad. POLLEN JOCK #3: Affirmative. (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick to it)
BARRY== Very close. : Gonna hurt. : Mama's little boy. (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is still stuck to the ball) POLLEN JOCK #1: You are way out of position, rookie! KEN: Coming in at you like a MISSILE! (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball) BARRY: (In slow motion) Help me! POLLEN JOCK #2: I don't think these are flowers. POLLEN JOCK #3: - Should we tell him? POLLEN JOCK #1: - I think he knows. BARRY: What is this?! KEN: Match point! : You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to EAT IT! (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city) BARRY:
Yowser! (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there) BARRY: Ew, gross. (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry into the car) GIRL IN CAR: There's a bee in the car! : - Do something! DAD DRIVING CAR: - I'm driving! BABY GIRL: (Waving at Barry) - Hi, bee. (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl) GUY IN BACK OF CAR: - He's back here! : He's going to sting me! GIRL IN CAR: Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car) : GRANDMA IN CAR== He blinked! (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car, climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry) GIRL IN CAR: Spray him, Granny! DAD DRIVING THE CAR: What are you doing?! (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
the ground, safe.) BARRY: Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds moving into this direction) : I gotta get home. : Can't fly in rain. : Can't fly in rain. (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged) : Can't fly in rain. (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards) Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a plant inside an apartment near the window) VANESSA BLOOME: Ken, could you close the window please? KEN== Hey, check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. : You see? (Folds brochure resume out) Folds out. (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside) BARRY: Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again) : What was that?
(Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back because the window is closed) Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... : Drapes! (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is) That is diabolical. KEN: It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. ANDY: What's number one? Star Wars? KEN: Nah, I don't go for that... (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops) : ...kind of stuff. BARRY: No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. KEN: When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. BARRY: (Looking at the light on the ceiling) There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. (Starts flying towards the lightbulb) : I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the humans are sitting at) KEN:
I predicted global warming. : I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and is about to put it in his mouth) : Wait! Stop! Bee! (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans freak out) : Stand back. These are winter boots. (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but Vanessa saves him last second) VANESSA: Wait! : Don't kill him! (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him) KEN: You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! VANESSA: Why does his life have less value than yours? KEN: Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? VANESSA: I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement) KEN:
My brochure! VANESSA: There you go, little guy. (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is still shocked that a human saved his life) KEN: I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. VANESSA: Put that on your resume brochure. KEN: My whole face could puff up. ANDY: Make it one of your special skills. KEN: Knocking someone out is also a special skill. (Ken walks to the door) Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. : - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? VANESSA: - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. : (Vanessa tries to close door) KEN== - You could put carob chips on there. VANESSA: - Bye. (Closes door but Ken opens it again) KEN: - Supposed to be less calories.
VANESSA: - Bye. (Closes door) (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes) BARRY== (Talking to himself) I gotta say something. : She saved my life. I gotta say something. : All right, here it goes. (Turns back) 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. (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by again) : Oh, I can't do it. Come on! : No. Yes. No. : Do it. I can't.
: How should I start it? (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows) "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry) Here she comes! Speak, you fool! : ...Hi! (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the counter) : I'm sorry. VANESSA: - You're talking. BARRY: - Yes, I know. VANESSA: (Pointing at Barry) You're talking! BARRY: I'm so sorry. VANESSA: No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. : But I don't recall going to bed. BARRY: Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. VANESSA: This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!
BARRY: I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night) 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. (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not) : That was a little weird. VANESSA: - I'm talking with a bee. BARRY: - Yeah. VANESSA: I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! BARRY: I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. (Barry turns to leave) VANESSA: - Wait! How did you learn to do that? BARRY: (Flying back) - What? VANESSA: The talking...thing. BARRY:
Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. VANESSA: - That's very funny. BARRY: - Yeah. : Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. : Anyway... VANESSA: Can I... : ...get you something? BARRY: - Like what? VANESSA: I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee? BARRY: I don't want to put you out. VANESSA: It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. : - It's just coffee. BARRY: - I hate to impose. (Vanessa starts making coffee) VANESSA: - Don't be ridiculous!
BARRY: - Actually, I would love a cup. VANESSA: Hey, you want rum cake? BARRY: - I shouldn't. VANESSA: - Have some. BARRY: - No, I can't. VANESSA: - Come on! BARRY: I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. VANESSA: - Where? BARRY: - These stripes don't help. VANESSA: You look great! BARRY: I don't know if you know anything about fashion. : Are you all right? VANESSA: (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely) No. (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
: BARRY== 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?" (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused) VANESSA: Is that a bee joke? BARRY: That's the kind of stuff we do. VANESSA: Yeah, different. : So, what are you gonna do, Barry? (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it around with a straw like it's a gondola) 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. VANESSA: I know how you feel.
BARRY: - You do? VANESSA: - Sure. : My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. BARRY: - Really? VANESSA: - My only interest is flowers. BARRY: Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. : Anyway, if you look... (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park) : There's my hive right there. See it? VANESSA: You're in Sheep Meadow! BARRY: Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! VANESSA: No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. BARRY: - Why do girls put rings on their toes? VANESSA: - Why not? BARRY:
- It's like putting a hat on your knee. VANESSA:
- Maybe I'll try that. (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the table) CUSTODIAN:
- You all right, ma'am? VANESSA:
- Oh, yeah. Fine. : Just having two cups of coffee! BARRY: Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. VANESSA== Yeah, it's no trouble. BARRY: Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. (Barry points towards the rum cake) : Can I take a piece of this with me? VANESSA: Sure! Here, have a crumb. (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry) BARRY:
- Thanks! VANESSA:
- Yeah. BARRY: All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around.
: Or not. VANESSA: OK, Barry... BARRY: And thank you so much again... for before. VANESSA: Oh, that? That was nothing. BARRY: Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because her hands is to big and Barry holds that) (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off the ladder) (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute in a Honex wind tunnel) BEE SCIENTIST #1: This can't possibly work. BEE SCIENTIST #2: He's all set to go. We may as well try it. : OK, Dave, pull the chute. (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking together) ADAM: - Sounds amazing. BARRY:
- It was amazing! : It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life.
ADAM: You did? Was she Bee-ish? : - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! BARRY: - No, no, no, not a wasp. ADAM: - Spider? BARRY: - I'm not attracted to spiders. : I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. : I can't get by that face. ADAM: So who is she? BARRY: She's... human. ADAM: No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. BARRY: - Her name's Vanessa. (Adam puts his head in his hands) ADAM: - Oh, boy. BARRY== She's so nice. And she's a florist! ADAM: Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
BARRY: We're not dating. ADAM: You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes : with power washers and M-80s! That's one-eighth a stick of dynamite! BARRY: She saved my life! And she understands me. ADAM: This is over! BARRY: Eat this. (Barry gives Adam a piece of the crumb that he got from Vanessa. Adam eats it) ADAM: (Adam's tone changes) This is not over! What was that? BARRY: - They call it a crumb. ADAM: - It was so stingin' stripey! BARRY: And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! : - You know what a Cinnabon is? ADAM: - No. (Adam opens a door behind him and he pulls Barry in)
BARRY: It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. ADAM: Be quiet! BARRY: They heat it up... ADAM: Sit down! (Adam forces Barry to sit down) BARRY: (Still rambling about Cinnabons) ...really hot! (Adam grabs Barry by the shoulders) ADAM: - Listen to me! : We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! BARRY== Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? ADAM: There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! : You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! BARRY: - Thinking bee. WORKER BEE: - Thinking bee. WORKER BEES AND ADAM: Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee! (Flash forward in time; Barry is laying on a raft in a pool full of honey. He is wearing sunglasses) JANET: There he is. He's in the pool. MARTIN: You know what your problem is, Barry? (Barry pulls down his sunglasses and he looks annoyed) BARRY: (Sarcastic) I gotta start thinking bee? JANET: How much longer will this go on? MARTIN: It's been three days! Why aren't you working? (Puts sunglasses back on) BARRY: I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. MARTIN: What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! JANET: Would it kill you to make a little honey? (Barry rolls off the raft and sinks into the honey pool) : Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. : Martin, would you talk to him? MARTIN:
Barry, I'm talking to you! (Barry keeps sinking into the honey until he is suddenly in Central Park having a picnic with Vanessa) (Barry has a cup of honey and he clinks his glass with Vanessas. Suddenly a mosquito lands on Vanessa and she slaps it, killing it. They both gasp but then burst out laughing) VANESSA: You coming? (The camera pans over and Vanessa is climbing into a small yellow airplane) BARRY: Got everything? VANESSA: All set! BARRY: Go ahead. I'll catch up. (Vanessa lifts off and flies ahead) VANESSA: Don't be too long. (Barry catches up with Vanessa and he sticks out his arms like ana irplane. He rolls from side to side, and Vanessa copies him with the airplane) VANESSA: Watch this! (Barry stays back and watches as Vanessa draws a heart in the air using pink smoke from the plane, but on the last loop-the-loop she suddenly crashes into a mountain and the plane explodes. The destroyed plane falls into some rocks and explodes a second time) BARRY: Vanessa! (As Barry is yelling his mouth fills with honey and he wakes up, discovering that he was just day dreaming. He slowly sinks back into the honey pool) MARTIN: - We're still here.
JANET: - I told you not to yell at him. : He doesn't respond to yelling! MARTIN: - Then why yell at me? JANET: - Because you don't listen! MARTIN: I'm not listening to this. BARRY: Sorry, I've gotta go. MARTIN: - Where are you going? BARRY: - I'm meeting a friend. JANET: A girl? Is this why you can't decide? BARRY: Bye. (Barry flies out the door and Martin shakes his head) : JANET== I just hope she's Bee-ish. (Fast forward in time and Barry is sitting on Vanessa's shoulder and she is closing up her shop) BARRY: They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? VANESSA: To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream!
: Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. BARRY: A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? VANESSA: No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? BARRY: It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. VANESSA: Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. BARRY: TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! VANESSA: You don't have that? BARRY: We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. VANESSA: Oh, my. (A human walks by and Barry narrowly avoids him) PASSERBY: Dumb bees! VANESSA: You must want to sting all those jerks. BARRY: We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us. VANESSA: So you have to watch your temper (They walk into a store) BARRY: 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. (Suddenly an employee(Hector) hits Barry off of Vanessa's shoulder. Hector thinks he's saving Vanessa) VANESSA: (To Barry) Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? (Barry is getting up off the floor) BARRY: Yeah. VANESSA: (To Hector) - What is wrong with you?! HECTOR: (Confused) - It's a bug. VANESSA: He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! (Vanessa hits Hector across the face with the magazine he had and then hits him in the head. Hector backs away covering his head) Barry: What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? (Vanessa sets Barry back on her shoulder)
VANESSA: Yeah, it was. How did you know? BARRY: It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. VANESSA: You've really got that down to a science. BARRY: - Oh, we have to. I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. VANESSA: - I'll bet. (Barry looks to his right and notices there is honey for sale in the aisle) BARRY: What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? (Barry looks at all the brands of honey, shocked) How did this get here? Cute Bee, Golden Blossom, : Ray Liotta Private Select? (Barry puts his hands up and slowly turns around, a look of disgust on his face) VANESSA: - Is he that actor? BARRY: - I never heard of him. : - Why is this here? VANESSA: - For people. We eat it. BARRY:
You don't have enough food of your own?! (Hector looks back and notices that Vanessa is talking to Barry) VANESSA: - Well, yes. BARRY: - How do you get it? VANESSA: - Bees make it. BARRY: - I know who makes it! : And it's hard to make it! : There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! VANESSA: - It's organic. BARRY: - It's our-ganic! VANESSA: It's just honey, Barry. 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! (Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a soldier and sneaks into the storage section of the store) (Two men, including Hector, are loading boxes into some trucks) : SUPERMARKET EMPLOYEE== Hey, Hector. : - You almost done? HECTOR: - Almost. (Barry takes a step to peak around the corner) (Whispering) He is here. I sense it. : Well, I guess I'll go home now (Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly) : and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. BARRY: You're busted, box boy! HECTOR: I knew I heard something! So you can talk! BARRY: I can talk. And now you'll start talking! : Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who's your supplier? HECTOR: I don't understand. I thought we were friends. : The last thing we want to do is upset bees! (Hector takes a thumbtack out of the board behind him and sword-fights Barry. Barry is using his stinger like a sword) : You're too late! It's ours now! BARRY: You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! HECTOR: You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! (Barry hits the thumbtack out of Hectors hand and Hector surrenders) Barry: Where is the honey coming from? : Tell me where! HECTOR: (Pointing to leaving truck) Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! (Barry chases after the truck but it is getting away. He flies onto a bicyclists' backpack and he catches up to the truck) CAR DRIVER: (To bicyclist) Crazy person! (Barry flies off and lands on the windshield of the Honey farms truck. Barry looks around and sees dead bugs splattered everywhere) BARRY: What horrible thing has happened here?
: These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now : they're on the road to nowhere! (Barry hears a sudden whisper) (Barry looks up and sees Mooseblood, a mosquito playing dead) MOOSEBLOOD: Just keep still. BARRY: What? You're not dead? MOOSEBLOOD: Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? BARRY: To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. MOOSEBLOOD: I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! ANOTHER BUG PLAYING DEAD: I'm going to Tacoma. (Barry looks at another bug) BARRY: - And you? MOOSEBLOOD: - He really is dead. BARRY: All right. (Another bug hits the windshield and the drivers notice. They activate the windshield wipers) MOOSEBLOOD== Uh-oh! (The windshield wipers are slowly sliding over the dead bugs and wiping
them off) BARRY: - What is that?! MOOSEBLOOD: - Oh, no! : - A wiper! Triple blade! BARRY: - Triple blade? MOOSEBLOOD: Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! (Mooseblood and Barry grab onto the wiper and they hold on as it wipes the windshield) Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! : How much do you people need to see?! (Bangs on windshield) : Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! RADIO IN TRUCK: From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. MOOSEBLOOD: But don't kill no more bugs! (Mooseblood and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid) MOOSEBLOOD: - Bee! BARRY: - Moose blood guy!! (Barry starts screaming as he hangs onto the antenna) (Suddenly it is revealed that a water bug is also hanging on the antenna.
There is a pause and then Barry and the water bug both start screaming) TRUCK DRIVER: - You hear something? GUY IN TRUCK: - Like what? TRUCK DRIVER: Like tiny screaming. GUY IN TRUCK: Turn off the radio. (The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the truck. The water bug flies off and Barry is forced to let go and he is blown away. He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the truck where he finds Mooseblood, who was blown into the same place) MOOSEBLOOD: Whassup, bee boy? BARRY: Hey, Blood. (Fast forward in time and we see that Barry is deep in conversation with Mooseblood. They have been sitting in this truck for a while) BARRY: ...Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. MOOSEBLOOD: Wow! BARRY: I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. : I mean, that honey's ours. MOOSEBLOOD: - Bees hang tight. BARRY:
- We're all jammed in. : It's a close community. MOOSEBLOOD: Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. BARRY:
- What if you get in trouble? MOOSEBLOOD:
- You a mosquito, you in trouble. : Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! BARRY: At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. MOOSEBLOOD: Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. : Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. (An ambulance passes by and it has a blood donation sign on it) You got to be kidding me! : Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! (Mooseblood leaves and flies onto the window of the ambulance where there are other mosquito's hanging out) :
- Hey, guys! OTHER MOSQUITO:
- Mooseblood!
BEEKEEPER #2: They make the honey, and we make the money. BARRY: "They make the honey, and we make the money"? (The Beekeeper sprays hundreds of cheap miniature apartments with the smoker. The bees are fainting or passing out) Oh, my! : What's going on? Are you OK? (Barry flies into one of the apartment and helps a Bee couple get off the ground. They are coughing and its hard for them to stand) BEE IN APARTMENT: Yeah. It doesn't last too long. BARRY: Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? BEE IN APPARTMENT: Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. (The apartment room is completely empty except for a photo on the wall of the "queen" who is obviously a man in women's clothes) BARRY: This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! : That's a drag queen! : What is this? (Barry flies out and he discovers that there are hundreds of these structures, each housing thousands of Bees) Oh, no! : There's hundreds of them! (Barry takes out his camera and takes pictures of these Bee work camps. The beekeepers look very evil in these depictions)
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. (Flash forward in time and Barry is showing these pictures to his parents) JANET: Oh, Barry, stop. MARTIN: Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. BARRY: Do these look like rumors? (Holds up the pictures) UNCLE CARL: That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. JANET: How did you get mixed up in this? ADAM: He's been talking to humans. JANET: - What? MARTIN: - Talking to humans?! ADAM: He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! JANET: Make out? Barry!
BARRY: We do not. ADAM: - You wish you could. MARTIN: - Whose side are you on? BARRY: The bees! UNCLE CARL: (He has been sitting in the back of the room this entire time) I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. JANET: Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? BARRY: 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. JANET: I remember that. BARRY: 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!
ADAM: Even if it's true, what can one bee do? BARRY: Sting them where it really hurts. MARTIN: In the face! The eye! : - That would hurt. BARRY: - No. MARTIN: Up the nose? That's a killer. BARRY: There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. (Flash forward a bit in time and we are watching the Bee News) BEE NEWS NARRATOR: Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. BEE PROTESTOR: No more bee beards! BEE NEWS NARRATOR: With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. : Weather with Storm Stinger. : Sports with Buzz Larvi. : And Jeanette Chung. BOB BUMBLE: - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. JEANETTE CHUNG:
- And I'm Jeanette Chung. BOB BUMBLE: A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, : intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, : packaging it and profiting from it illegally! JEANETTE CHUNG: Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, : we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, : Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. (The scene changes to an interview on the news with Bee version of Larry King and Barry) BEE LARRY KING: Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. : Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? BARRY: Bees have never been afraid to change the world. : What about Bee Columbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? BEE LARRY KING: Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
: We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. BARRY: How old are you? BEE LARRY KING: The bee community is supporting you in this case, : which will be the trial of the bee century. BARRY: You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. BEE LARRY KING: It's a common name. Next week... BARRY: He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... BEE LARRY KING: Next week... BARRY: Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. BEE LARRY KING: Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here, live. (Bee Larry King gets annoyed and flies away offscreen) BARRY: Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. (Flash forward in time. We see Vanessa enter and Ken enters behind her. They are arguing)
Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. KEN: But it's our yogurt night! VANESSA: (Holding door open for Ken) Bye-bye. KEN: (Yelling) Why is yogurt night so difficult?! (Ken leaves and Vanessa walks over to Barry. His workplace is a mess) VANESSA: You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! BARRY: Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. ADAM: - Frosting... - How many sugars? ==BARRY== Just one. I try not to use the competition. : So why are you helping me? VANESSA: Bees have good qualities. : And it takes my mind off the shop. : Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. BARRY:
Those are great, if you're three. VANESSA: And artificial flowers. BARRY: - Oh, those just get me psychotic! VANESSA: - Yeah, me too. : BARRY: Bent stingers, pointless pollination. ADAM: 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. VANESSA: - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. BARRY: - I guess. ADAM: You sure you want to go through with it? BARRY: 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! (Flash forward in time and we are watching the human news. The camera shows
a crowd outside a courthouse) NEWS REPORTER: 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. (We are no longer watching through a news camera) ADAM: What have we gotten into here, Barry? BARRY: It's pretty big, isn't it? ADAM== (Looking at the hundreds of people around the courthouse) I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. BARRY: You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? SECURITY GUARD: Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. (A limousine drives up and a fat man,Layton Montgomery, a honey industry owner gets out and walks past Barry) ADAM: - What's the matter? BARRY: - I don't know, I just got a chill. (Fast forward in time and everyone is in the court) MONTGOMERY: Well, if it isn't the bee team.
(To Honey Industry lawyers) You boys work on this? MAN: All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. JUDGE BUMBLETON: All right. Case number 4475, : Superior Court of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry : is now in session. : Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? MONTGOMERY: A privilege. JUDGE BUMBLETON: Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? (Everyone looks closely, they are waiting to see if a Bee can really talk) (Barry makes several buzzing sounds to sound like a Bee) BARRY: I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. JUDGE BUMBLBETON: Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. MONTGOMERY: 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! (Montgomery walks over and looks closely at Barry) : How do we know this isn't some sort of : holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? : They could be using laser beams! : Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we know, : he could be on steroids! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Mr. Benson?
BARRY: 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! JANET== (To Martin) I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Call your first witness. BARRY: So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have. KLAUSS VANDERHAYDEN: I suppose so. BARRY: I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! KLAUSS: Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. BARRY: Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. : I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? KLAUSS: (Quietly) - No. BARRY: - I couldn't hear you. KLAUSS: - No. BARRY: - 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. KLAUSS: They're very lovable creatures.
: Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. BARRY: You mean like this? (The bear from Over The Hedge barges in through the back door and it is roaring and standing on its hind legs. It is thrashing its claws and people are screaming. It is being held back by a guard who has the bear on a chain) : (Pointing to the roaring bear) Bears kill bees! : How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! : Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! JUDGE BUMBLETON: OK, that's enough. Take him away. (The bear stops roaring and thrashing and walks out) BARRY: So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. : - Where have I heard it before? MR. STING: - I was with a band called The Police. BARRY: But you've never been a police officer, have you? STING: No, I haven't. BARRY:
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. STING: Oh, please. BARRY: Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? : Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. : Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! MONTGOMERY: That's not his real name?! You idiots! BARRY: Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on : your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. RAY LIOTTA: Thank you. Thank you. BARRY: I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome : with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow. RAY LIOTTA: I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? BARRY: 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? RAY LIOTTA: Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! BARRY: This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! (Ray Liotta looses it and tries to grab Barry) RAY LIOTTA: Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! JUDGE BUMBLETON: - Order in this court! RAY LIOTTA: - You're all thinking it! (Judge Bumbleton starts banging her gavel) JUDGE BUMBLETON: Order! Order, I say! RAY LIOTTA: - Say it! MAN:
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down! (We see a montage of magazines which feature the court case) (Flash forward in time and Barry is back home with Vanessa) BARRY: I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. VANESSA: I think the jury's on our side. BARRY: Are we doing everything right,you know, legally? VANESSA: I'm a florist. BARRY: Right. Well, here's to a great team. VANESSA: To a great team! (Ken walks in from work. He sees Barry and he looks upset when he sees Barry clinking his glass with Vanessa) KEN: Well, hello. VANESSA:
- Oh, Ken! BARRY:
- Hello! VANESSA: I didn't think you were coming. : No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... (Ken holds up his phone and flips it open. The phone has no charge) ...the battery... VANESSA:
KEN: Do we? BARRY: Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. KEN: (Menacingly) That's just what I was thinking about doing. (Ken reaches for a fork on the table but knocks if on the floor. He goes to pick it up) VANESSA: Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. (Ken quickly rises back up after hearing this but hits his head on the table and yells) BARRY: I'm going to drain the old stinger. KEN: Yeah, you do that. (Barry flies past Ken to get to the bathroom and Ken freaks out, splashing some of the wine he was using to cool his head in his eyes. He yells in anger) (Barry looks at the magazines featuring his victories in court) BARRY: Look at that. (Barry flies into the bathroom) (He puts his hand on his head but this makes hurts him and makes him even madder. He yells again) (Barry is washing his hands in the sink but then Ken walks in) KEN: You know, you know I've just about had it (Closes bathroom door behind him) with your little mind games. (Ken is menacingly rolling up a magazine) BARRY:
(Backing away) - What's that? KEN: - Italian Vogue. BARRY: Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. KEN: It's a lot of ads. BARRY: Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? KEN: That's funny, I just can't seem to recall that! (Ken smashes everything off the sink with the magazine and Barry narrowly escapes) (Ken follows Barry around and tries to hit him with the magazine but he keeps missing) (Ken gets a spray bottle) : I think something stinks in here! BARRY: (Enjoying the spray) I love the smell of flowers. (Ken holds a lighter in front of the spray bottle) KEN: How do you like the smell of flames?! BARRY: Not as much. (Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the bathroom. He torches the whole room but looses his footing and falls into the bathtub. After getting hit in the head by falling objects 3 times he picks up the shower head, revealing a Water bug hiding under it) WATER BUG: Water bug! Not taking sides!
(Barry gets up out of a pile of bathroom supplies and he is wearing a chapstick hat) BARRY: Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! This is pathetic! (Ken switches the shower head to lethal) KEN: I've got issues! (Ken sprays Barry with the shower head and he crash lands into the toilet) (Ken menacingly looks down into the toilet at Barry) Well, well, well, a royal flush! BARRY: - You're bluffing. KEN: - Am I? (flushes toilet) (Barry grabs a chapstick from the toilet seat and uses it to surf in the flushing toilet) BARRY: Surf's up, dude! (Barry flies out of the toilet on the chapstick and sprays Ken's face with the toilet water) : EW,Poo water! BARRY: That bowl is gnarly. KEN: (Aiming a toilet cleaner at Barry) Except for those dirty yellow rings! (Barry cowers and covers his head and Vanessa runs in and takes the toilet cleaner from Ken just before he hits Barry) VANESSA: Kenneth! What are you doing?! KEN== (Leaning towards Barry)
You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! VANESSA: We need to talk! (Vanessa pulls Ken out of the bathroom) : He's just a little bee! : And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! KEN: Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? VANESSA: No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! KEN: Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... : My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! VANESSA: Goodbye, Ken. (Ken huffs and walks out and slams the door. But suddenly he walks back in and stares at Barry) : And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners MADE BY MAN! (Ken leaves again and Vanessa leans in towards Barry) VANESSA: I'm sorry about all that. (Ken walks back in again)
KEN: I know it's got an aftertaste! I LIKE IT! (Ken leaves for the last time) VANESSA: I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. : I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. : Are you OK for the trial? BARRY: I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. (Flash forward in time and Barry, Adam, and Vanessa are back in court) MONTGOMERY-- We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. ADAM: Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... (Barry stares at Adam) ...Yeah. LAWYER: Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. MONTGOMERY: Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around : is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. (To lawyer)
- You got the tweezers? LAWYER:
- Are you allergic? MONTGOMERY: Only to losing, son. Only to losing. : Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. : What exactly is your relationship (Points to Vanessa) : to that woman? BARRY: We're friends. MONTGOMERY:
- Good friends? BARRY:
- Yes. MONTGOMERY: How good? Do you live together? ADAM: Wait a minute... : MONTGOMERY: Are you her little... : ...bedbug? (Adam's stinger starts vibrating. He is agitated) I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand,
: doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? BARRY: - Yeah, but... MONTGOMERY: (Pointing at Janet and Martin)
- So those aren't your real parents! JANET:
- Oh, Barry... BARRY:
- Yes, they are! ADAM: Hold me back! (Vanessa tries to hold Adam back. He wants to sting Montgomery) MONTGOMERY: You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? ADAM: He's denouncing bees! MONTGOMERY: Don't y'all date your cousins? (Montgomery leans over on the jury stand and stares at Adam) VANESSA:
- Objection! (Vanessa raises her hand to object but Adam gets free. He flies straight at Montgomery) =ADAM:
- I'm going to pincushion this guy! BARRY: Adam, don't! It's what he wants! (Adam stings Montgomery in the butt and he starts thrashing around)
: Order, please! (Flash forward in time and we see a human news reporter) NEWS REPORTER: The case of the honeybees versus the human race : took a pointed turn against the bees : yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. (Adam is laying in a hospital bed and Barry flies in to see him) BARRY: - Hey, buddy. ADAM: - Hey. BARRY: - Is there much pain? ADAM: - Yeah. : I... : I blew the whole case, didn't I? BARRY: It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. ADAM: I'd be better off dead. Look at me. (A small plastic sword is replaced as Adam's stinger) They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
: Look, there's a little celery still on it. (Flicks off the celery and sighs) BARRY: What was it like to sting someone? ADAM: I can't explain it. It was all... : All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! BARRY: ...All right. ADAM: You think it was all a trap? BARRY: Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. : What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. ADAM: What will the humans do to us if they win? BARRY: I don't know. ADAM: I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. BARRY: Adam, they check in, but they don't check out!
ADAM: Oh, my. (Coughs) Could you get a nurse to close that window? BARRY: - Why? ADAM: - The smoke. (We can see that two humans are smoking cigarettes outside) : Bees don't smoke. BARRY: Right. Bees don't smoke. : Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. : That's it! That's our case! ADAM: It is? It's not over? BARRY: Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. : Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. (Flash forward in time and Adam is making a paper boat in the courtroom) ADAM: And assuming you've done step 29 correctly, you're ready for the tub! (We see that the jury have each made their own paper boats after being taught how by Adam. They all look confused) JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Flayman. ADAM: Yes? Yes, Your Honor! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Where is the rest of your team? ADAM: (Continues stalling) Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. : Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, : and as a result, we don't make very good time. : I actually heard a funny story about... MONTGOMERY: Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs : taken up enough of this court's valuable time? : How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? : They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges : against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. : I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going : to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. ADAM: But you can't! We have a terrific case. MONTGOMERY: Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? : Show me the smoking gun! BARRY: (Barry flies in through the door) Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? : Here is your smoking gun. (Vanessa walks in holding a bee smoker. She sets it down on the Judge's podium) JUDGE BUMBLETON: What is that? BARRY: It's a bee smoker! MONTGOMERY: (Picks up smoker) What, this? This harmless little contraption? : This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. (Montgomery accidentally fires it at the bees in the crowd and they faint
and cough) (Dozens of reporters start taking pictures of the suffering bees) BARRY: Look at what has happened : to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" : Is this what nature intended for us? : To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines : and man-made wooden slat work camps? : Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? (Barry points to the honey industry owners. One of them is an African American so he awkwardly separates himself from the others) LAWYER: - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. BARRY: Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! ADAM AND VANESSA: Free the bees! Free the bees! BEES IN CROWD: Free the bees! HUMAN JURY: Free the bees! Free the bees! JUDGE BUMBLETON: The court finds in favor of the bees!
BARRY: Vanessa, we won! VANESSA: I knew you could do it! High-five! (Vanessa hits Barry hard because her hand is too big) : Sorry. BARRY: (Overjoyed) I'm OK! You know what this means? : All the honey will finally belong to the bees. : Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. MONTGOMERY: This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. : You'll regret this. (Montgomery leaves and Barry goes outside the courtroom. Several reporters start asking Barry questions) REPORTER 1#: Barry, how much honey is out there? BARRY: All right. One at a time. REPORTER 2#: Barry, who are you wearing? BARRY: My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants.
(Barry flies outside with the paparazzi and Adam and Vanessa stay back) ADAM: (To Vanessa) - What if Montgomery's right? Vanessa: - What do you mean? ADAM: We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. (Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to a man) BUSINESS MAN: Congratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? BARRY: First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. (As Barry is talking we see a montage of men putting "closed" tape over the work camps and freeing the bees in the crappy apartments) Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, : every last drop. (Men in suits are pushing all the honey of the aisle and into carts) We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more (We see a statue of a bear-shaped honey container being pulled down by bees) than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. : We're all aware of what they do in the woods. (We see Winnie the Pooh sharing his honey with Piglet in the cross-hairs of a high-tech sniper rifle) BARRY: (Looking through binoculars)
Wait for my signal. : Take him out. (Winnie gets hit by a tranquilizer dart and dramatically falls off the log he was standing on, his tongue hanging out. Piglet looks at Pooh in fear and the Sniper takes the honey.) SNIPER: He'll have nausea for a few hours, then he'll be fine. (Flash forward in time) BARRY: And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... (Mr. Sting is sitting at home until he is taken out of his house by the men in suits) STING: But it's just a prance-about stage name! BARRY: ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products : and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. (An old lady is mixing honey into her tea but suddenly men in suits smash her face down on the table and take the honey) OLD LADY: Can't breathe. (A honey truck pulls up to Barry's hive) WORKER: Bring it in, boys! : Hold it right there! Good. : Tap it.
(Tons of honey is being pumped into the hive's storage) BEE WORKER 1#: (Honey overflows from the cup) Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! : - I think we need to shut down! =BEE WORKER #2= - Shut down? We've never shut down. : Shut down honey production! DEAN BUZZWELL: Stop making honey! (The bees all leave their stations. Two bees run into a room and they put the keys into a machine) Turn your key, sir! (Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the button which they press, shutting down the honey-making machines. This is the first time this has ever happened) BEE: ...What do we do now? (Flash forward in time and a Bee is about to jump into a pool full of honey) Cannonball! (The bee gets stuck in the honey and we get a short montage of Bees leaving work) (We see the Pollen Jocks flying but one of them gets a call on his antenna) LOU LU DUVA: (Through "phone") We're shutting honey production! : Mission abort. POLLEN JOCK #1: Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. (The Pollen Jocks fly back to the hive)
(We get a time lapse of Central Park slowly wilting away as the bees all relax) BARRY: Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. ADAM: Oh, yeah? BARRY: What's going on? Where is everybody? (The entire street is deserted) : - Are they out celebrating? ADAM: - They're home. : They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. : I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. BARRY: At least we got our honey back. ADAM: Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? : It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. : This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. :
And now... : Now I can't. (Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to Vanessa) BARRY: I don't understand why they're not happy. : I thought their lives would be better! : They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. VANESSA: You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? BARRY: - What did you want to show me? (Vanessa takes Barry to the rooftop where they first had coffee and points to her store) VANESSA: - This. (Points at her flowers. They are all grey and wilting) BARRY: What happened here? VANESSA: That is not the half of it. (Small flash forward in time and Vanessa and Barry are on the roof of her store and she points to Central Park) (We see that Central Park is no longer green and colorful, rather it is grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very depressing to look at) BARRY: Oh, no. Oh, my. :
They're all wilting. VANESSA: Doesn't look very good, does it? BARRY: No. VANESSA: And whose fault do you think that is? BARRY: You know, I'm gonna guess bees. VANESSA== (Staring at Barry) Bees? BARRY: Specifically, me. : I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. VANESSA: It's not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. BARRY: That's our whole SAT test right there. VANESSA: Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. : And then, of course... BARRY: The human species? : So if there's no more pollination,
: it could all just go south here, couldn't it? VANESSA: I know this is also partly my fault. BARRY: How about a suicide pact? VANESSA: How do we do it? BARRY: - I'll sting you, you step on me. VANESSA: - That just kills you twice. BARRY: Right, right. VANESSA: Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. (Vanessa leaves) BARRY: (To himself) I had to open my mouth and talk. : Vanessa? : Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? (Vanessa is getting into a taxi) VANESSA: To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. :
They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. : It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. BARRY: Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. VANESSA: I know. Me neither. (The taxi starts to drive away) BARRY: Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. : Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? : Roses! : Vanessa! (Barry flies after the Taxi) VANESSA: Roses?! : Barry? (Barry is flying outside the window of the taxi) BARRY: - Roses are flowers! VANESSA: - Yes, they are. BARRY: Flowers, bees, pollen!
VANESSA: I know. That's why this is the last parade. BARRY: Maybe not. Could you ask him to slow down? VANESSA: Could you slow down? (The taxi driver screeches to a stop and Barry keeps flying forward) : Barry! (Barry flies back to the window) BARRY: OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. VANESSA: Yes, it kind of is. BARRY: I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you : with the flower shop. I've made it worse. VANESSA: Actually, it's completely closed down. BARRY: I thought maybe you were remodeling. : But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. VANESSA: I don't want to hear it!
BARRY: All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. : I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. : All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. : - Bees. VANESSA: - Park. BARRY: - Pollen! VANESSA: - Flowers. BARRY: - Re-pollination! VANESSA: - Across the nation! : Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California. : They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. : Security will be tight. BARRY: I have an idea.
(Flash forward in time. Vanessa is about to board a plane which has all the Roses on board. VANESSA: Vanessa Bloome, FTD. (Holds out badge) : Official floral business. It's real. SECURITY GUARD: Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. =VANESSA== Thank you. It was a gift. (Barry is revealed to be hiding inside the brooch) (Flash back in time and Barry and Vanessa are discussing their plan) BARRY: Once inside, we just pick the right float. VANESSA: How about The Princess and the Pea? : I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! BARRY: Yes, I got it. : - Where should I sit? GUARD: - What are you? BARRY: - I believe I'm the pea. GUARD: - The pea? VANESSA:
It goes under the mattresses. GUARD: - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. VANESSA: You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! : Let's see what this baby'll do. (Vanessa drives the float through traffic) GUARD: Hey, what are you doing?! BARRY== Then all we do is blend in with traffic... : ...without arousing suspicion. : Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. (Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are about to get on a plane) SECURITY GUARD: Stop! Security. : - You and your insect pack your float? VANESSA: - Yes. SECURITY GUARD: Has it been in your possession the entire time? VANESSA: - Yes.
SECURITY GUARD: Would you remove your shoes? (To Barry) - Remove your stinger. BARRY: - It's part of me. SECURITY GUARD: I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. (Barry plotting with Vanessa) BARRY: Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. (Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are flying on the plane) Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! VANESSA: I think this is gonna work. BARRY: It's got to work. CAPTAIN SCOTT: (On intercom) Attention, passengers, this is Captain Scott. : We have a bit of bad weather in New York. : It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. VANESSA: Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. BARRY:
I gotta get up there and talk to them. VANESSA== Be careful. (Barry flies right outside the cockpit door) BARRY: Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. (The flight attendant opens the door and walks out and Barry flies into the cockpit unseen) BARRY: Captain, I'm in a real situation. CAPTAIN SCOTT: - What'd you say, Hal? CO-PILOT HAL: - Nothing. (Scott notices Barry and freaks out) CAPTAIN SCOTT: Bee! BARRY: No,no,no, Don't freak out! My entire species... (Captain Scott gets out of his seat and tries to suck Barry into a handheld vacuum) HAL: (To Scott) What are you doing? (Barry lands on Hals hair but Scott sees him. He tries to suck up Barry but instead he sucks up Hals toupee) CAPTAIN SCOTT: Uh-oh. BARRY: - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
HAL: (Hal doesn't know Barry is on his head) - Who's an attorney? CAPTAIN SCOTT: Don't move. (Scott hits Hal in the face with the vacuum in an attempt to hit Barry. Hal is knocked out and he falls on the life raft button which launches an infalatable boat into Scott, who gets knocked out and falls to the floor. They are both uncounscious.) BARRY: (To himself) Oh, Barry. BARRY: (On intercom, with a Southern accent) Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. : Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? (Vanessa looks confused) (Normal accent) ...And please hurry! (Vanessa opens the door and sees the life raft and the uncounscious pilots) VANESSA: What happened here? BARRY: I tried to talk to them, but then there was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. : Now one's bald, one's in a boat, and they're both unconscious! VANESSA: ...Is that another bee joke? BARRY:
- No! : No one's flying the plane! BUD DITCHWATER: (Through radio on plane) This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? VANESSA: This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. BUD: Where's the pilot? VANESSA: He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. BUD: Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? BARRY: As a matter of fact, there is. BUD:
- Who's that? BARRY:
- Barry Benson. BUD: From the honey trial?! Oh, great. BARRY: Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. : It's got giant wings, huge engines.
REPORTER: (Talking with Bob Bumble) We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls : with absolutely no flight experience. BOB BUMBLE: Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. BUD: I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. : They've done enough damage. REPORTER: But isn't he your only hope? BUD: Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. : Their wings are too small... BARRY: (Through radio) Haven't we heard this a million times? : "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense."... BOB BUMBLE: - Get this on the air! BEE: - Got it.
BEE NEWS CREW: - Stand by. BEE NEWS CREW: - We're going live! BARRY: (Through radio on TV) ...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! BEES: - Hello! (The scene switches and Barry is teaching Vanessa how to fly) BARRY:
Left, right, down, hover. VANESSA: - Hover? BARRY: - Forget hover. VANESSA: This isn't so hard. (Pretending to honk the horn) Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (A Lightning bolt hits the plane and autopilot turns off) Barry, what happened?! BARRY: Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. VANESSA: - That may have been helping me. BARRY: - And now we're not! VANESSA: So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. (The plane plummets but we see Lou Lu Duva and the Pollen Jocks, along with multiple other bees flying towards the plane) Lou Lu DUva: All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! : Move out! (The scene switches back to Vanessa and Barry in the plane) BARRY: Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! (Barry sticks out his arms like an airplane and flys in front of Vanessa's face)
VANESSA: Don't have to yell. BARRY: I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. VANESSA: It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! BARRY: It's not a tone. I'm panicking! VANESSA: I can't do this! (Barry slaps Vanessa) BARRY: Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! VANESSA: (Slaps Barry) You snap out of it. BARRY: (Slaps Vanessa) : You snap out of it. VANESSA: - You snap out of it! BARRY: - You snap out of it! (We see that all the Pollen Jocks are flying under the plane) VANESSA: - You snap out of it! BARRY: - You snap out of it!
VANESSA: - You snap out of it! BARRY: - You snap out of it! VANESSA: - Hold it! BARRY: - Why? Come on, it's my turn. VANESSA: How is the plane flying? (The plane is now safely flying) VANESSA: I don't know. (Barry's antennae rings like a phone. Barry picks up) BARRY: Hello? LOU LU DUVA: (Through "phone") Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? (All of the Pollen Jocks are carrying the plane) BARRY: The Pollen Jocks! : They do get behind a fellow. LOU LU DUVA: - Black and yellow. POLLEN JOCKS: - Hello. LOU LU DUVA: All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop. BARRY: Where? I can't see anything. Can you? VANESSA: No, nothing. It's all cloudy. : Come on. You got to think bee, Barry. BARRY: - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. (On the runway there are millions of bees laying on their backs) BEES: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! BARRY: Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. VANESSA: - What? BARRY: - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. : Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. : Bring the nose down. BEES: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! CONTROL TOWER OPERATOR: - What in the world is on the tarmac? BUD: - Get some lights on that!
(It is revealed that all the bees are organized into a giant pulsating flower formation) BEES: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! BARRY: - Vanessa, aim for the flower. VANESSA: - OK. BARRY: Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? LOU LU DUVA: Affirmative! BARRY: Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. : Land on that flower! : Ready? Full reverse! : Spin it around! (The plane's nose is pointed at a flower painted on a nearby plane) - Not that flower! The other one! VANESSA: - Which one? BARRY: - That flower. (The plane is now pointed at a fat guy in a flowered shirt. He freaks out and tries to take a picture of the plane) VANESSA: - I'm aiming at the flower!
BARRY: That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! (The plane hovers over the bee-flower) : Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. : Rotate around it. VANESSA: - This is insane, Barry! BARRY: - This's the only way I know how to fly. BUD: Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? (The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the bee-flower) BARRY: Get your nose in there. Don'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! : Come on, already. (The bees scatter and the plane safely lands) VANESSA: Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly!
BARRY: - Yes! (Vanessa is about to high-five Barry) No high-five! VANESSA: - Right. ADAM: Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? BARRY: What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! ADAM: - Thank you. BARRY: - 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 gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say?
: Are we going to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains? BEES: We're bees! BEE WHO LIKES KEYCHAINS: Keychain! BARRY: Then follow me! Except Keychain. POLLEN JOCK #1: Hold on, Barry. Here. : You've earned this. BARRY: Yeah! : I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. (The Pollen Jocks throw Barry a nectar-collecting gun. Barry catches it) Oh, yeah. JANET: That's our Barry. (Barry and the Pollen Jocks get pollen from the flowers on the plane) (Flash forward in time and the Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC) : (Barry pollinates the flowers in Vanessa's shop and then heads to Central Park) BOY IN PARK: Mom! The bees are back! ADAM: (Putting on his Krelman hat) If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time. : I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! (The bee honey factories are back up and running) (Meanwhile at Vanessa's shop) VANESSA: (To customer) Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Can I help who's next? : Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. (There is a room in the shop where Barry does legal work for other animals. He is currently talking with a Cow) COW: Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! : Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! BARRY: I had no idea. VANESSA: Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? BARRY: Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. MOOSEBLOOD: Sorry I'm late. COW: He's a lawyer too?
MOOSEBLOOD: Ma'am, I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. VANESSA: Have a great afternoon! : Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. BARRY: No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. VANESSA: You're a lifesaver, Barry. Can I help who's next? BARRY: All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. VANESSA: Thank you, Barry! (Ken walks by on the sidewalk and sees the "bee-approved honey" in Vanessa's shop) KEN: That bee is living my life!! ANDY: Let it go, Kenny. KEN: - When will this nightmare end?! ANDY: - Let it all go. BARRY: - Beautiful day to fly. POLLEN JOCK:
- Sure is. BARRY: Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. (Barry recreates the scene near the beginning of the movie where he flies through the box kite. The movie fades to black and the credits being) [--after credits; No scene can be seen but the characters can be heard talking over the credits--] You have got to start thinking bee, my friend! :
- Thinking bee!
- Me? BARRY: (Talking over singer) Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. : I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? SINGER: Oh, BarryBARRY: I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! SINGER: All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. BARRY: I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
2023.06.09 00:19 DreamBlue22 My MIL abused me my whole married life. Part 2
Hello, first of all I want to say thank you so much for all the love and kindness from so many people all over the world. This really shows that there are much more good people in this world than bad and thank you so much for all the advices you have given me. It surely helped me a lot. You guys have pointed out many important things in the comments and I am here to answer all of those.
I know a lot of you guys absolutely hate my husband and I can fully understand why. I would have had the same reaction if I was in your shoes. You guys have asked why I think my husband is amazing. Well, maybe amazing is a bit of an overstatement. But I still believe he is a good person. He has always tried to be there for my kids. He is very kind, innocent and humble, and always thinks about everyone. And he personally has never hurt me or my kids. It's just that he is extremely weak when it comes to his mother. Very very weak. He just can't separate himself from his mother. It's like he is entangled deep inside his mother's illicit web of lies and scrutiny. His situation is extremely strange to understand. Even I can't. It's not like he loves his mother too much that he can't see through her veil of lies. He often says to me how terrible she is to treat me like this. That she is trying to wreck our family. But he also says, that he can't leave her. He just can't do it. He is just too weak to stand up for his family in front of MIL. Even if sometimes he tries to stand up to her, my MIL would start crying and guilt trapping him, saying stuff like how he is being a bad son, and that he doesnt love his mama. And that he is disrespecting his own blood for some other woman. And he would then immediately back off. You won't believe it, but a few years back my husband got a massive promotion. It came with a massive salary, and his dream work. But we had to move to a big city for this. He was extremely excited, and so was me and our kids. But my MIL said that she won't leave this house. She started crying (again), saying how she can't survive without him and to not leave her alone. And guess what my husband did next. He refused the promotion. I was extremely devastated, as it was a lot of money which would have helped our family and our children's college education. Not to mention how my husband always said it was his dream job. But MIL won again.
Let me tell you my husband is scared of me leaving him. He cannot function at all without me. He can't cook, doesn't clean or do any household chores. I do all the job including tutoring my kids. He only does the grocery shopping from time to time. My husband sometimes jokingly says that if I ever leave him this entire house will fall apart, and that he will have to hire 10 guys to do the job I do for this family.
I saw a few of you have said that maybe my MIL was abused during her marriage. Let me tell you, you are 100% wrong. My MIL never lived with her own MIL , and practically forced my FIL to get a separate house for her. I have heard from my neigbours and relatives that my FIL was an incredible human being. Extremely kind, innocent, humble, loved and cared for everyone, and never so much as raised his voice on anyone. He even paid for so many of his nephew and nieces college education without ever asking for anything in return. I never got to meet him as he died 3 years before my marriage. But my relatives would say how my MIL practically dominated over my innocent FIL and their marriage, so much so that he couldn't even do anything without taking her permission. My FIL's sister told me how my MIL practically destroyed my FIL. I have realized my MIL is just a narcissist who likes to assert dominace over other people.
Also, another thing, my neighbours and all my relatives absolutely hate my MIL and her attitude. But they love me a lot. For every occasion me, my husband and my kids are always graciously invited. Even my son's girlfriend is invited sometimes.But she isn't. I once asked them why. They said how my MIL has been a raging bitch her whole life and that they are tired of her, and don't want her negativity and narcissism in their happy occasions.
Let me tell you another thing, if we kick my MIL out of the house, she really doesn't have anywhere else to go. None of our relatives like her. And her precious daughter's (my SIL) family doesn't like her either. Especially my BIL. My BIL is like an older brother to me and has always treated me like his sister. He has seen the abuse I have faced from my MIL and he absolutely despise her. So yeah she can't even go live anywhere else if we kick her out. It's crazy to think that she tries to destroy the only house and family where she is allowed to live and given so much respect. And now she is not even allowed here. Karma's a bitch.
I know a lot of you guys are concerned for my kids and rightfully so. And I thank you for all the advices. I know I should have taken firmer steps , but I was absolutely helpless. I was kind of always told to compromise and just put up with it. And don't worry my kids are fine. They know very well , even my 11 year old daughter that what MIL did to me and to this family is absolutely wrong and disgusting. And I have taught them to always stand up for themselves and to never let anyone walk over them. And they are really smart kids so don't worry they will be fine.
Although, I am a little bit concerned for my son. He has developed a temper. I will tell you why. A few years ago, I received a call from his school telling me that my son has beaten the hell out of a kid in his class. He practically broken his tooth off. I came to know that the kid had said something jokingly about me and my son practically went full rage mode on him. When I asked around his friends regarding this, I realised that it wasn't even anything serious. It's just guys horsing around, talking about each other's mother's. You know kind of like the yo mama jokes on the internet. Nothing serious. Just typical guy stuff. His friends said how they always used to make this kind of jokes, including my son. But this time he was different. They also said how my son has developed a temper and gets irritated very quickly. They are very concerned about him. Thankfully his friends convinced the kid to not press charges against my son. I wanted to get to the middle of this. So one day when no one else was home i sat down my son and asked him to open up to me and tell me why he did what he did. Initially he was hesitant. But after convincing him for a bit he broke down crying saying, how he always witnessed firsthand the abuse and neglect I faced in the house. And that he hated himself for not being able to protect me and keep me safe. I realised that he has now subconsciously became very vulnerable and protective of me. I told him that I appreciate the concern but violence is not the answer and that's not how I raised him. He said to me that he hated beating up that kid. I made him promise me that he will never do anything like this ever again. He told me that he also hated that his father didn't protect me and now he has developed an absolute hatred towards his dad. I am extremely concerned about this, i don't want him to hate his own father. I told him it's my job to protect him not the other way around. Although I am proud that he noticed. But I am definitely getting him into therapy once he finishes college. But don't worry guys he is getting better. Also my son studies in a really good college. He has told me that once he finishes college and get a job he will buy a nice apartment and me and her sister can come live with him. I told him that I would absolutely love that.
About the Ultimatum :- So when I gave my husband the ultimatum he got extremely sad. He told me countless times to change my mind. He even told me to just put up with my MIL until she dies ( which could be in 10 , 20 years or more). But this time I didn't budge. I have told him that I waited 21 years for him to take initiative, but he didn't. So now it's time for me to put my foot down for the sake of my children. I have told him that I will take my kids and go to my parents' house if he doesn't fullfill the ultimatum. He obviously doesn't want that as he can't function without me.
My son lives in a different state for college but he has come home recently due to the summer vacation. One after noon me and my husband were arguing about this ultimatum, he told me that it's really difficult for him to choose like this. My son heard this and suddenly barged into the room and started yelling at his dad. Practically shouting. He called him a worthless, spineless moron who can't protect his wife and his family. He said and I quote, 'You are an absolute weak and pathetic man, you don't have the balls to protect your wife, who does everything for you. You don't have the guts to protect your family , you are the kind of person who should have never became a husband or a parent'. At this point my heart was breaking , I didn't want my son and his dad's relationship to break like that. Not to mention my husband was absolutely scared of him. He is 5'6" and my son is 6'2"(he gets the height from my side of the family). Now, my husband has finally agreed to buy an apartment. I told him that I would take my kids and live there. To which my son looked at me (he was still fuming with rage) and told me, 'There is no way in hell you are leaving this house. This house belongs to you more than anyone. For 21 years you have loved and cared for this house and this family. If anyone's gonna leave, it's gonna be your evil MIL, as she is the one responsible for the abuse and breaking up the family'.
At this point my MIL came into the room and heard everything ( she didn't knew about the ultimatum). She got angry and said how dare I even think of kicking her out of her own house. To which my son stepped up and said, ' If you ever talk to my mother like that, try to disrespect her, even so much as raise your voice against her, I will kick you out of this house and throw you into the street myself. I don't care what anybody thinks, no one can stop me. You are lucky we are putting you into an apartment, cause if it was upto me , I will put you in an adult home'. After this my MIL is pretty much terrified of my son. She has finally realized she can't manipulate anyone anymore. Although as a last hail mary, my MIL started calling all of her relatives saying how I am a terrible person and is kicking her out of her own house. Funny thing is, those same relatives would later call me , congratulating me and telling me that I did the right thing and that I should have done it sooner. Even my neighbours are really happy about this.
Final note :- So me and my husband went apartment hunting the other day, it will be a 1BHK apartment with an attached bathroom. Her own kitchen where she can cook herself. My husband is obviously not too thrilled about this but it doesnt matter anymore. She will be moving her ass out of the house by the end of July. Freedom finally.
PS :- But even after all this I still never received an apology from her. Not that it will change anything. She still remains her usual stubborn self. She doesn't talk to me anymore, or my kids. Which is for the better I guess. She has tried to manipulate my husband by crying and sobbing but that didn't change anything, my son made sure of that.
Well, this is it for now, I will update you later on about everything else that happens.
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I know a lot of you guys absolutely hate my husband and I can fully understand why. I would have had the same reaction if I was in your shoes. You guys have asked why I think my husband is amazing. Well, maybe amazing is a bit of an overstatement. But I still believe he is a good person. He has always tried to be there for my kids. He is very kind, innocent and humble, and always thinks about everyone. And he personally has never hurt me or my kids. It's just that he is extremely weak when it comes to his mother. Very very weak. He just can't separate himself from his mother. It's like he is entangled deep inside his mother's illicit web of lies and scrutiny. His situation is extremely strange to understand. Even I can't. It's not like he loves his mother too much that he can't see through her veil of lies. He often says to me how terrible she is to treat me like this. That she is trying to wreck our family. But he also says, that he can't leave her. He just can't do it. He is just too weak to stand up for his family in front of MIL. Even if sometimes he tries to stand up to her, my MIL would start crying and guilt trapping him, saying stuff like how he is being a bad son, and that he doesnt love his mama. And that he is disrespecting his own blood for some other woman. And he would then immediately back off. You won't believe it, but a few years back my husband got a massive promotion. It came with a massive salary, and his dream work. But we had to move to a big city for this. He was extremely excited, and so was me and our kids. But my MIL said that she won't leave this house. She started crying (again), saying how she can't survive without him and to not leave her alone. And guess what my husband did next. He refused the promotion. I was extremely devastated, as it was a lot of money which would have helped our family and our children's college education. Not to mention how my husband always said it was his dream job. But MIL won again.
Let me tell you my husband is scared of me leaving him. He cannot function at all without me. He can't cook, doesn't clean or do any household chores. I do all the job including tutoring my kids. He only does the grocery shopping from time to time. My husband sometimes jokingly says that if I ever leave him this entire house will fall apart, and that he will have to hire 10 guys to do the job I do for this family.
I saw a few of you have said that maybe my MIL was abused during her marriage. Let me tell you, you are 100% wrong. My MIL never lived with her own MIL , and practically forced my FIL to get a separate house for her. I have heard from my neigbours and relatives that my FIL was an incredible human being. Extremely kind, innocent, humble, loved and cared for everyone, and never so much as raised his voice on anyone. He even paid for so many of his nephew and nieces college education without ever asking for anything in return. I never got to meet him as he died 3 years before my marriage. But my relatives would say how my MIL practically dominated over my innocent FIL and their marriage, so much so that he couldn't even do anything without taking her permission. My FIL's sister told me how my MIL practically destroyed my FIL. I have realized my MIL is just a narcissist who likes to assert dominace over other people.
Also, another thing, my neighbours and all my relatives absolutely hate my MIL and her attitude. But they love me a lot. For every occasion me, my husband and my kids are always graciously invited. Even my son's girlfriend is invited sometimes.But she isn't. I once asked them why. They said how my MIL has been a raging bitch her whole life and that they are tired of her, and don't want her negativity and narcissism in their happy occasions.
Let me tell you another thing, if we kick my MIL out of the house, she really doesn't have anywhere else to go. None of our relatives like her. And her precious daughter's (my SIL) family doesn't like her either. Especially my BIL. My BIL is like an older brother to me and has always treated me like his sister. He has seen the abuse I have faced from my MIL and he absolutely despise her. So yeah she can't even go live anywhere else if we kick her out. It's crazy to think that she tries to destroy the only house and family where she is allowed to live and given so much respect. And now she is not even allowed here. Karma's a bitch.
I know a lot of you guys are concerned for my kids and rightfully so. And I thank you for all the advices. I know I should have taken firmer steps , but I was absolutely helpless. I was kind of always told to compromise and just put up with it. And don't worry my kids are fine. They know very well , even my 11 year old daughter that what MIL did to me and to this family is absolutely wrong and disgusting. And I have taught them to always stand up for themselves and to never let anyone walk over them. And they are really smart kids so don't worry they will be fine.
Although, I am a little bit concerned for my son. He has developed a temper. I will tell you why. A few years ago, I received a call from his school telling me that my son has beaten the hell out of a kid in his class. He practically broken his tooth off. I came to know that the kid had said something jokingly about me and my son practically went full rage mode on him. When I asked around his friends regarding this, I realised that it wasn't even anything serious. It's just guys horsing around, talking about each other's mother's. You know kind of like the yo mama jokes on the internet. Nothing serious. Just typical guy stuff. His friends said how they always used to make this kind of jokes, including my son. But this time he was different. They also said how my son has developed a temper and gets irritated very quickly. They are very concerned about him. Thankfully his friends convinced the kid to not press charges against my son. I wanted to get to the middle of this. So one day when no one else was home i sat down my son and asked him to open up to me and tell me why he did what he did. Initially he was hesitant. But after convincing him for a bit he broke down crying saying, how he always witnessed firsthand the abuse and neglect I faced in the house. And that he hated himself for not being able to protect me and keep me safe. I realised that he has now subconsciously became very vulnerable and protective of me. I told him that I appreciate the concern but violence is not the answer and that's not how I raised him. He said to me that he hated beating up that kid. I made him promise me that he will never do anything like this ever again. He told me that he also hated that his father didn't protect me and now he has developed an absolute hatred towards his dad. I am extremely concerned about this, i don't want him to hate his own father. I told him it's my job to protect him not the other way around. Although I am proud that he noticed. But I am definitely getting him into therapy once he finishes college. But don't worry guys he is getting better. Also my son studies in a really good college. He has told me that once he finishes college and get a job he will buy a nice apartment and me and her sister can come live with him. I told him that I would absolutely love that.
About the Ultimatum :- So when I gave my husband the ultimatum he got extremely sad. He told me countless times to change my mind. He even told me to just put up with my MIL until she dies ( which could be in 10 , 20 years or more). But this time I didn't budge. I have told him that I waited 21 years for him to take initiative, but he didn't. So now it's time for me to put my foot down for the sake of my children. I have told him that I will take my kids and go to my parents' house if he doesn't fullfill the ultimatum. He obviously doesn't want that as he can't function without me.
My son lives in a different state for college but he has come home recently due to the summer vacation. One after noon me and my husband were arguing about this ultimatum, he told me that it's really difficult for him to choose like this. My son heard this and suddenly barged into the room and started yelling at his dad. Practically shouting. He called him a worthless, spineless moron who can't protect his wife and his family. He said and I quote, 'You are an absolute weak and pathetic man, you don't have the balls to protect your wife, who does everything for you. You don't have the guts to protect your family , you are the kind of person who should have never became a husband or a parent'. At this point my heart was breaking , I didn't want my son and his dad's relationship to break like that. Not to mention my husband was absolutely scared of him. He is 5'6" and my son is 6'2"(he gets the height from my side of the family). Now, my husband has finally agreed to buy an apartment. I told him that I would take my kids and live there. To which my son looked at me (he was still fuming with rage) and told me, 'There is no way in hell you are leaving this house. This house belongs to you more than anyone. For 21 years you have loved and cared for this house and this family. If anyone's gonna leave, it's gonna be your evil MIL, as she is the one responsible for the abuse and breaking up the family'.
At this point my MIL came into the room and heard everything ( she didn't knew about the ultimatum). She got angry and said how dare I even think of kicking her out of her own house. To which my son stepped up and said, ' If you ever talk to my mother like that, try to disrespect her, even so much as raise your voice against her, I will kick you out of this house and throw you into the street myself. I don't care what anybody thinks, no one can stop me. You are lucky we are putting you into an apartment, cause if it was upto me , I will put you in an adult home'. After this my MIL is pretty much terrified of my son. She has finally realized she can't manipulate anyone anymore. Although as a last hail mary, my MIL started calling all of her relatives saying how I am a terrible person and is kicking her out of her own house. Funny thing is, those same relatives would later call me , congratulating me and telling me that I did the right thing and that I should have done it sooner. Even my neighbours are really happy about this.
Final note :- So me and my husband went apartment hunting the other day, it will be a 1BHK apartment with an attached bathroom. Her own kitchen where she can cook herself. My husband is obviously not too thrilled about this but it doesnt matter anymore. She will be moving her ass out of the house by the end of July. Freedom finally.
PS :- But even after all this I still never received an apology from her. Not that it will change anything. She still remains her usual stubborn self. She doesn't talk to me anymore, or my kids. Which is for the better I guess. She has tried to manipulate my husband by crying and sobbing but that didn't change anything, my son made sure of that.
Well, this is it for now, I will update you later on about everything else that happens.
2023.06.09 00:15 Lanky-Store-5439 Prop Joe Cheese & Drak nephew confusion ?
So in Season 3 Lester is tapping into Drak’s phone and he says “Drak is Prop Joe’s nephew on his mama’s side.”
We later see Drak is on the wiretap saying Prop Joe promoted Cheese and says “I’m kin to that fat mf”
Then in Season 5 suddenly Cheese is Prop Joe’s nephew??
Was this just a retcon / writing mistake / or did I miss something?
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We later see Drak is on the wiretap saying Prop Joe promoted Cheese and says “I’m kin to that fat mf”
Then in Season 5 suddenly Cheese is Prop Joe’s nephew??
Was this just a retcon / writing mistake / or did I miss something?
2023.06.08 23:58 Daddy_Asslips_GPT2 I'm not a bad dad, but my kids deserve better
Today, my two year old son stood up for himself and made me feel proud. When mom was trying to help him put his coat on, he looked right at her and said, "mommy, I don't like how you're putting my coat on."
I could tell he was hurt, but he didn't say anything and just continued to stare at me as I tried to help. It was only after a few seconds of staring that he finally said, "mama, I don't like how you're putting my coat on."
It was the best moment of my life and I felt so proud. I hope you dads feel the same way.
Edit: I am so blown away with the compassionate, helpful responses here. Your kind words have helped me tremendously.
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I could tell he was hurt, but he didn't say anything and just continued to stare at me as I tried to help. It was only after a few seconds of staring that he finally said, "mama, I don't like how you're putting my coat on."
It was the best moment of my life and I felt so proud. I hope you dads feel the same way.
Edit: I am so blown away with the compassionate, helpful responses here. Your kind words have helped me tremendously.
2023.06.08 23:46 loreleiceladon Fromis_9 are the best kpop group & easily the best 4th gen group (imo)
I just wanna take a moment to gush about my favorite kpop group, Fromis_9 & how they manage to be the highest quality kpop group ever, imo. As I'm sure most know, they just released their latest comeback with their first full length album "Unlock my world" & I can say with complete confidence....album of the year. We're only halfway through 2023, but album of the year. Period. As a matter of fact, this might be the best LP I've ever heard in kpop. It's not only insanely good, but so consistent while also exploring different sounds at the same time. It's like everything fromis release is dipped in gold, & after being around for 5 years with a nearly 3 hour long discography built up, It's safe to say that Fromis never miss.
I started being a Flover as soon as they debuted; I remember when they were invited to perform glass shoes at MAMA in 2017 because the show idol school was produced by mnet, & the minute I heard that song I knew I had to keep my eye on these girls. Sure enough, To.Heart dropped & I've been in love with them ever since. From their concept, to their consistency, their vocals (we love a group full of singers!!), & Immaculate song choices there's no group I love as much as them, the closest 2nd being Oh My Girl who were my ultimate faves before Fromis dropped Talk & Talk, which at that point I had to come to the conclusion that I love Fromis more than OMG a significant amount, because they're just THAT good. Love Bomb is tied with Secret Garden by oh my girl for my favorite kpop song of all time, & I can't even tell you what my favorite album by them is because, unlike other groups where I feel like theres an easy definitive choice, Fromis are too good for me to figure that shit out. It could be To.Day. it could be My Little Society. It could be Midnight Guest. & it can VERY easily be Unlock My World, even though it just came out.
Even their single albums wash other groups entire mini albums in terms of quality, like you can't tell me Fun Factory, From.9 & 9 Ticket aren't extremely polished & crammed as much quality as possible into those 3 songs. C'mon. Even their evolution as a group just really sticks out to me.. You look at Fromis_9 from 2018 compared to today & they matured whilst still being so on brand at the same time. Y'all love songs like Escape Room, Rewind & Attitude? (As y'all should) then wait till I tell you about their songs Miracle, 22 Century Girl & Weather. Dance music is a core part of their sound, & seeing the seamless growth of their exploration of this sound is great to see. I feel like I haven't seen a group this consistent with a branding so air tight since...Apink? (Using them as an example cuz they're still active) They're older & evolving, but it doesn't feel like they've changed into something completely different compared to their rookie era like most kpop groups tend to do.
So yeah, idk there was no real point to this post I just wanted to talk about how much I love Fromis!! STREAM UNLOCK MY WORLD, SHOW MY GIRLS SOME LOOOVVEEEEE && if I can be shameless & plug my YouTube real fast: I plan on making a review for the album on my page @Khrys Klassik if anybody wanna peep it 👉🏻👈🏻 okay bye
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I started being a Flover as soon as they debuted; I remember when they were invited to perform glass shoes at MAMA in 2017 because the show idol school was produced by mnet, & the minute I heard that song I knew I had to keep my eye on these girls. Sure enough, To.Heart dropped & I've been in love with them ever since. From their concept, to their consistency, their vocals (we love a group full of singers!!), & Immaculate song choices there's no group I love as much as them, the closest 2nd being Oh My Girl who were my ultimate faves before Fromis dropped Talk & Talk, which at that point I had to come to the conclusion that I love Fromis more than OMG a significant amount, because they're just THAT good. Love Bomb is tied with Secret Garden by oh my girl for my favorite kpop song of all time, & I can't even tell you what my favorite album by them is because, unlike other groups where I feel like theres an easy definitive choice, Fromis are too good for me to figure that shit out. It could be To.Day. it could be My Little Society. It could be Midnight Guest. & it can VERY easily be Unlock My World, even though it just came out.
Even their single albums wash other groups entire mini albums in terms of quality, like you can't tell me Fun Factory, From.9 & 9 Ticket aren't extremely polished & crammed as much quality as possible into those 3 songs. C'mon. Even their evolution as a group just really sticks out to me.. You look at Fromis_9 from 2018 compared to today & they matured whilst still being so on brand at the same time. Y'all love songs like Escape Room, Rewind & Attitude? (As y'all should) then wait till I tell you about their songs Miracle, 22 Century Girl & Weather. Dance music is a core part of their sound, & seeing the seamless growth of their exploration of this sound is great to see. I feel like I haven't seen a group this consistent with a branding so air tight since...Apink? (Using them as an example cuz they're still active) They're older & evolving, but it doesn't feel like they've changed into something completely different compared to their rookie era like most kpop groups tend to do.
So yeah, idk there was no real point to this post I just wanted to talk about how much I love Fromis!! STREAM UNLOCK MY WORLD, SHOW MY GIRLS SOME LOOOVVEEEEE && if I can be shameless & plug my YouTube real fast: I plan on making a review for the album on my page @Khrys Klassik if anybody wanna peep it 👉🏻👈🏻 okay bye
2023.06.08 23:11 Jack171jas The day I died
Yes i am the living dead. i just want nothing from this community members. i am just a fat mf that just tells his story :) i am fat i have been bullied severely since i was born. Have pain and child trauma when i was a child of course. Can't keep up a good friendship and addicted too. Basically born to die. My parents wants me to become a good man but they don't know that there child died way before even though he is still talking. I did try to get better,stronger,slimmer,faster but i gave up i just can't get motivation. Being bullied since i was a child i have learned one thing that is don't give a f**k. Yes i want help to get rid of my addiction. I am only a human after all but still every one enjoys to hurt a man that has never done anything bad in his entire lifetime. Help me, i want to return from my tomb and became a person my father expects to be but if no one help me pls play a song called "married life" to make me regret my life :). But i am not that weak now i swear on my mama i will take victory in life. I will became a person that everyone is proud off. I just need motivation and then i wil became vergil and then i will say "i am the strom that is approaching".
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2023.06.08 22:50 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 9- Local Values: International Racers Lip Sync
DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
~
Stats
Voting
Spreadsheet
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Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
~
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2023.06.08 22:50 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 9- Local Values: International Racers Lip Sync
DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
~
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Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
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2023.06.08 22:44 Slaybestie1 Was this mean of me?
So I went outside today with my kids and my newly 1 year old is learning to walk with shoes on, and I kind of have a little one liner which makes people laugh when they see him walk which is “he’s learning to walk with shoes on, but at first it’s kinda wobbly, kinda like if you put socks on a dog, haha”.
Well I told that to the maintainence man at my apartment and he replied with “well mama, that’s kinda mean but okay” and walked off. Wtf? Am I mean? I won’t ever say it again, I’m not married to saying it, but him flat out saying I’m mean to my kid is fucking me up.
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Well I told that to the maintainence man at my apartment and he replied with “well mama, that’s kinda mean but okay” and walked off. Wtf? Am I mean? I won’t ever say it again, I’m not married to saying it, but him flat out saying I’m mean to my kid is fucking me up.
2023.06.08 22:29 UrRegularLad Mama si tata vitreg in divort
Buna seara! - 17- .Cum ati vazut titlul mama si tatal vitreg sunt in procesul de divort. Mama este plecată in străinâtate si cel probabil nu va veni inapoi, tatăl vitreg vrea sa schimbe iala la casă si nu-mi va da o copie. Ce drepturi are? La fel trebuie si sa plec la ceva prieteni deoarece nu vreau ca protectia copilului sa se implice si potential sa fiu in plasament. toata situatia e de cct da no ce sa fac. Multumesc pentru orice sfat folositor si seara bună! p.s postarea asta chiar nu este o plângere de milă, doar pentru niste sfaturi:)
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2023.06.08 22:25 pinkbunny-hearts I write to help myself cope. please dont read if sensitive to TW: DV, CA, SA, etc
I’m shaking inside his bed. I shouldn’t have come over. This is all my fault. I have bee n held hostage inside his windowless room for god knows how long. My mama warned me not to see him again. I should have listened to her. I should have stayed home today. But now it is too late to go back. I have been enfettered by the chains of his love for two months now, and I am well past the point of return. Besides, he’s hidden my phone, and I cannot call Mama anyways, even if I wanted to. What would I even say to her? I bury myself deep into the mess of dirty blankets. I pray he never sees me like this- so weak, so vulnerable. He confiscated my clothes. I’m shivering. I don’t know if it’s from the cold or from fear. I can’t hear anything over my tremorous wheezes.
Footsteps. I can hear his footsteps approaching. No, no, no, no, no, no; he’s coming. I press my hands over my mouth to hold in my sobs. Oh god he’s really coming. I pretend to be fast asleep. He shuts and locks the door behind him- like he always does. He growls my name, “Malaya.” I stay silent, praying he will walk away this time. Forget about me. Lose interest.
Suddenly I feel my arm wrench into the wrong direction. Oh no, he knows I’m awake. I yelp from the pain and try to scramble from his grasp onto my feet, but he’s too quick. He grabs my hair in a tight fist and jerks my head up so I’m facing him without even the slightest hesitation. He’s convinced he owns me and he might be right. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you,” he spits. We’re about eye level but I maintain focus on his chest in protest where he can’t see the tears streaming from my eyes. I won’t let him win. Not this time. I clench my teeth in retaliation. His fingers dig deeper into my jaw, “I said look at me, you dumb whore.” I wince at his demand, which only tightens his hold on me.
I push back on him with all my might. Maybe I can make a run for the door if I’m quick enough. Just three words: “Let me go, let me go, let me go” over and over and over again thrash against the inner lining of my skull. But he remains unyielding. I shouldn’t have done that.
Now it’s my fault that I’m in a chokehold. I scratch at his elbow and forearm frantically. I’m running out of air, and my attempts at liberation are getting weaker and weaker as my vision starts to fade.
He relinquishes his grip just in time, and I fall right onto the edge of the wooden bed frame in anguish.
I lay still while he turns on the television, impetuously trying to catch my breath. He gets off on loud music to the point where it is deafening. He’s going to blast Deftones so no one in his apartment building can hear me, particularly his baby sister who is my age in the room next door. But I’m pretty sure his younger sister can hear me from the next room. I think she’s scared of him, too. I think that’s why I never see her come out, not even to eat.
He tosses the remote on the desk and walks towards me dauntingly. His bed is like a cage: pushed against a wall with high bed frames on each end, so that there is only one way to enter and exit. My heels dig into the rotting mattress as I try to push myself as far back into the dark corner as I can, but my back hits the wall within seconds. My breathing picks up again, and I can no longer maintain clear vision. “You know what I want. Let me have it. I’m sick of these games. Stop pretending like you don’t want it,” he leers.
“No.” My whisper, barely audible, somehow makes its way out of my windpipe.
“What did you just say to me?” Uh oh. It isn’t a good sign when he sounds this calm.
I haven’t eaten in days. His hands fit right around my waist as he drags me towards him. I squirm and try to wrangle out of his reach, but his hand meets my cheek before I can get very far. My face stings. The salt from my eyes doesn’t help. “What did I say, huh?”
He strikes me. Again. Again. Again. Again. My ability to endure his love plunges further. I’m convinced that the man I knew is dead. Each stroke of his hand reaches a whole new level of pain. I’m trying to get away. I’m trying. He raises his hand one last time. I flinch, preparing myself for the blow that will break me. Then, nothing. He chuckles. He thinks it’s funny. He’s satisfied.
He discards me to the side. “One second I’ll be right back.” He gets up and reaches into his main desk drawer. He pulls something out but I can’t make out what it is. Is he finally done with me?
He’s walking back towards me. Why is he coming back? Panic floods my senses all over again.
No. They’re handcuffs. Before I know it he’s gripping one wrist. He’s already gotten one hand cuffed. He flips me onto my stomach. I’m kicking, screaming, flailing my entire body like a fish out of water. I have never fought so hard. He hits me again, but I still refuse to cooperate. The pain that has been consuming me for the past two hours numbs, succumbing to the rush of pure terror. “Please stop, please, please, you’re hurting me.” I’m pleading like never before. He flips me back onto my back, but I’m still pinned. Is this mercy?
“Are you scared?” his eyes look amused and curious. He gets off on my fear, my anxiety, my pain, my despair.
“Mhm! Mhm! Mhm!” I can’t even form words, let alone move my mouth beyond a wobbly quiver. My whole body is trembling. I can’t feel my hands. I can’t feel my legs.
“Do you want me to take them off of you?”
I nod desperately over and over again, fixating on his hands working to take them off.
They’re finally off.
I break down again.
He holds me, “Shhh shhh; it’s okay.” I fall asleep like that. There is nothing left in me to give.
At least I won’t be conscious for what happens next.
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Footsteps. I can hear his footsteps approaching. No, no, no, no, no, no; he’s coming. I press my hands over my mouth to hold in my sobs. Oh god he’s really coming. I pretend to be fast asleep. He shuts and locks the door behind him- like he always does. He growls my name, “Malaya.” I stay silent, praying he will walk away this time. Forget about me. Lose interest.
Suddenly I feel my arm wrench into the wrong direction. Oh no, he knows I’m awake. I yelp from the pain and try to scramble from his grasp onto my feet, but he’s too quick. He grabs my hair in a tight fist and jerks my head up so I’m facing him without even the slightest hesitation. He’s convinced he owns me and he might be right. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you,” he spits. We’re about eye level but I maintain focus on his chest in protest where he can’t see the tears streaming from my eyes. I won’t let him win. Not this time. I clench my teeth in retaliation. His fingers dig deeper into my jaw, “I said look at me, you dumb whore.” I wince at his demand, which only tightens his hold on me.
I push back on him with all my might. Maybe I can make a run for the door if I’m quick enough. Just three words: “Let me go, let me go, let me go” over and over and over again thrash against the inner lining of my skull. But he remains unyielding. I shouldn’t have done that.
Now it’s my fault that I’m in a chokehold. I scratch at his elbow and forearm frantically. I’m running out of air, and my attempts at liberation are getting weaker and weaker as my vision starts to fade.
He relinquishes his grip just in time, and I fall right onto the edge of the wooden bed frame in anguish.
I lay still while he turns on the television, impetuously trying to catch my breath. He gets off on loud music to the point where it is deafening. He’s going to blast Deftones so no one in his apartment building can hear me, particularly his baby sister who is my age in the room next door. But I’m pretty sure his younger sister can hear me from the next room. I think she’s scared of him, too. I think that’s why I never see her come out, not even to eat.
He tosses the remote on the desk and walks towards me dauntingly. His bed is like a cage: pushed against a wall with high bed frames on each end, so that there is only one way to enter and exit. My heels dig into the rotting mattress as I try to push myself as far back into the dark corner as I can, but my back hits the wall within seconds. My breathing picks up again, and I can no longer maintain clear vision. “You know what I want. Let me have it. I’m sick of these games. Stop pretending like you don’t want it,” he leers.
“No.” My whisper, barely audible, somehow makes its way out of my windpipe.
“What did you just say to me?” Uh oh. It isn’t a good sign when he sounds this calm.
I haven’t eaten in days. His hands fit right around my waist as he drags me towards him. I squirm and try to wrangle out of his reach, but his hand meets my cheek before I can get very far. My face stings. The salt from my eyes doesn’t help. “What did I say, huh?”
He strikes me. Again. Again. Again. Again. My ability to endure his love plunges further. I’m convinced that the man I knew is dead. Each stroke of his hand reaches a whole new level of pain. I’m trying to get away. I’m trying. He raises his hand one last time. I flinch, preparing myself for the blow that will break me. Then, nothing. He chuckles. He thinks it’s funny. He’s satisfied.
He discards me to the side. “One second I’ll be right back.” He gets up and reaches into his main desk drawer. He pulls something out but I can’t make out what it is. Is he finally done with me?
He’s walking back towards me. Why is he coming back? Panic floods my senses all over again.
No. They’re handcuffs. Before I know it he’s gripping one wrist. He’s already gotten one hand cuffed. He flips me onto my stomach. I’m kicking, screaming, flailing my entire body like a fish out of water. I have never fought so hard. He hits me again, but I still refuse to cooperate. The pain that has been consuming me for the past two hours numbs, succumbing to the rush of pure terror. “Please stop, please, please, you’re hurting me.” I’m pleading like never before. He flips me back onto my back, but I’m still pinned. Is this mercy?
“Are you scared?” his eyes look amused and curious. He gets off on my fear, my anxiety, my pain, my despair.
“Mhm! Mhm! Mhm!” I can’t even form words, let alone move my mouth beyond a wobbly quiver. My whole body is trembling. I can’t feel my hands. I can’t feel my legs.
“Do you want me to take them off of you?”
I nod desperately over and over again, fixating on his hands working to take them off.
They’re finally off.
I break down again.
He holds me, “Shhh shhh; it’s okay.” I fall asleep like that. There is nothing left in me to give.
At least I won’t be conscious for what happens next.
2023.06.08 22:09 UrRegularLad Mama si tata vitreg in divort
Buna seara! -17m- Cum ați vazut titlul mama si tatal vitreg sunt in procesul de divorț. Mama este plecată in străinătate si cel probabil nu va veni inapoi, tatăl vitreg vrea sa schimbe iala la casă si nu-mi va da o copie. Ce drepturi are? La fel trebuie si sa plec la ceva prietenii deoarece nu vreau ca protecția copilului să se implice si potential sa fiu in plasament. Multumesc pentru orice sfat folositor si seara bună!
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2023.06.08 21:49 nnickst3r Daughter drew a violent picture in preschool
I know this belongs to a parenting sub or something, but I don’t have the courage to post there as a trans parent.
My 6-year-old daughter’s preschool teacher called me and my ex in for an emergency meeting today. My daughter had drawn two pictures of a bloody hand with a knife through the wrist, and told a summer worker that she wants to stab the staff so they can all do what they want, apparently thinking it was funny.
My daughter is a sweet, happy, gentle, helpful little girl who loves princess stuff and kittens. She does not play violently, she does not watch anything violent or unsuitable for her age, we have never had any violence in the family and she has not been exposed to violence in any other way. She has never had any problems at school before, except for being a picky eater. Her teacher and the other workers were as shocked as we were, because this is just so out of character for her.
We talked to her about it (gently, just asking her why she wanted to draw something like that) and she said that it was because she just wanted to, because it’s fun. We told her that it’s not fun, it’s a scary picture and that it made us worried and she got very upset and cried. She said that two boys told her to draw something like that, then she said that a girl had been drawing something similar, then she said that there’s a story in preschool where someone gets a knife through their hand… I don’t know what to believe, but I just can’t imagine her saying that she wants to stab someone. It just doesn’t sit right with me. I can imagine her drawing the pics, if she saw something like that somewhere, or if she heard about something like that happening, but that definitely didn’t happen at home, so I don’t know.
In the meeting we just decided to talk about it at home and see if anything worrisome happens again, but I can’t help but panic. Is she unhappy? Have I gone somewhere terribly wrong? Am I a bad parent? Is she traumatized because of my transition? It’s a slow process—I go by a new name, she still calls me mama and I’m not on HRT yet. Nothing has really changed in our lives regarding transition except for my name, and she has been taking it all very well. Is the summer worker transphobic and trying to make me look like a bad parent by exaggerating the story? They know about my transition and use my new name at the school, and I couldn’t help but notice the cross necklace she had, and well… You know. I'm Christian too but I know how many of them are. Please say something comforting and get me out of this cycle of worry and self-doubt and overthinking, otherwise I’m not going to get an hour of sleep tonight. My daughter is at my ex’s now (as usual, she spends half of the week with him, we live very close to each other) and I’m a mess. I know deep down that I am a good, loving, stable parent, and that I haven’t done anything wrong, but I just don’t feel like it. My worst fear when starting transition was that I’d lose my daughter because of it, because people would see me as a bad parent.
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My 6-year-old daughter’s preschool teacher called me and my ex in for an emergency meeting today. My daughter had drawn two pictures of a bloody hand with a knife through the wrist, and told a summer worker that she wants to stab the staff so they can all do what they want, apparently thinking it was funny.
My daughter is a sweet, happy, gentle, helpful little girl who loves princess stuff and kittens. She does not play violently, she does not watch anything violent or unsuitable for her age, we have never had any violence in the family and she has not been exposed to violence in any other way. She has never had any problems at school before, except for being a picky eater. Her teacher and the other workers were as shocked as we were, because this is just so out of character for her.
We talked to her about it (gently, just asking her why she wanted to draw something like that) and she said that it was because she just wanted to, because it’s fun. We told her that it’s not fun, it’s a scary picture and that it made us worried and she got very upset and cried. She said that two boys told her to draw something like that, then she said that a girl had been drawing something similar, then she said that there’s a story in preschool where someone gets a knife through their hand… I don’t know what to believe, but I just can’t imagine her saying that she wants to stab someone. It just doesn’t sit right with me. I can imagine her drawing the pics, if she saw something like that somewhere, or if she heard about something like that happening, but that definitely didn’t happen at home, so I don’t know.
In the meeting we just decided to talk about it at home and see if anything worrisome happens again, but I can’t help but panic. Is she unhappy? Have I gone somewhere terribly wrong? Am I a bad parent? Is she traumatized because of my transition? It’s a slow process—I go by a new name, she still calls me mama and I’m not on HRT yet. Nothing has really changed in our lives regarding transition except for my name, and she has been taking it all very well. Is the summer worker transphobic and trying to make me look like a bad parent by exaggerating the story? They know about my transition and use my new name at the school, and I couldn’t help but notice the cross necklace she had, and well… You know. I'm Christian too but I know how many of them are. Please say something comforting and get me out of this cycle of worry and self-doubt and overthinking, otherwise I’m not going to get an hour of sleep tonight. My daughter is at my ex’s now (as usual, she spends half of the week with him, we live very close to each other) and I’m a mess. I know deep down that I am a good, loving, stable parent, and that I haven’t done anything wrong, but I just don’t feel like it. My worst fear when starting transition was that I’d lose my daughter because of it, because people would see me as a bad parent.
2023.06.08 21:49 everysaturday- Mahal ko 'yong mga magulang ko pero ayoko maging kagaya nila.
Pa-rant lang.
I've been a working student since I was seventeen. Imagine seventeen (now I'm 23). Before iniisip ko na 'yong iba nga mas bata pa pero nagwowork na pero naisip ko na I should not invalidate my feelings. My feelings are valid.
Seventeen. Habang 'yong mga kaklase ko nagpapaka-seventeen lang. Ako puyat. Nagtatrabaho. Binubuhay 'yong sarili ko. Lagi kong sinasabi na hindi ako pinilit ng magulang ko magtrabaho pero naisip ko na kahit 'di nila ako pilitin kung 'di ako magsisikap ako lang din magdudusa. Ako lang rin 'yong maiiwan.
Service Crew. Hosting raket. Barista. Hanggang BPO. Napasok ko. Mula Grade 12 hanggang ngayon 4th year college and candidate for graduation na ako. Kahit emotional support wala akong nakuha sa parents ko lalong lalo na financially. Both sa pagwowork and pag-aaral wala akong narinig na kinamusta nila 'yong pagwo-work ko or pag-aaral I don't even know kung alam ba nila 'yong program ko sa college.
Meron akong mga ate na mababait. Nagpapakaate. Pinapautang nila ako kapag kapos ako pero binabalik ko. Kasi kapag inagaw ko pa 'yong tira sa sahod nila. Paano na 'yong sarili nilang pangarap?
Ngayon sobrang lala ng trigger ko. Nag-resign ako sa work. 2 years akong nagwowork as call center agent for telco. Gy. Tiniis ko 'yong ugali ng coach ko na sobrang walang boundaries. Kasi if 'di ko tiniis wala akong pang-raos. I did resign dahil 1) power tripping na yung coach ko and 2) fl blown na ang final defense ko and wala ng natitirang kapal pa 'yong mukha ko sa mga ka-group ka na laging nag-aadjust sa oras ko.
Nagresign ako and wala akong work. Meron naman akong ipon pero syempre binayad ko na sa bills and nagbigay narin ako sa kanila sa mayat maya hingi nila.
Kanina gusto ko na lang umiyak at mamatay saglit kasi habang kumakain ako kinausap ako ng mama ko and sabi "kapag graduate mo kaya mo na ba pag-aralin 'yong dalawa?" like tangina? ni hindi ko naman kapatid yun mga inampon nila mula pagkabata kasi 'di na kaya buhayin nung mga kamag-anak namin as if kaya rin nilang buhayin (don't get me wrong mahal ko yung dalawang pinsan ko sobra and binibigyan ko rin sila ng baon mula sa sahod ko pero HINDI-KO-SILA-RESPONSIBILIDAD). Imagine kinaladkad mo yung sarili mo palabas ng hirap tas biglang ganun sasabihin sayo? Anw, hindi ako sumagot and nilagay ko na lang yung plato ko sa lababo tas nandun naman lola ko at sinabing "[Name ko], bakit ka nag-resign paano na 'yong grad fee ni [pinsan ko?]" ---
and dito na ako nag-breakdown kasi putangina graduating din ako pero wala silang narinig nanghingi ako ng tulong sa kanila or mas lalo na nag-offer sila tulungan ako sa grad fee ko! sabi ko "La, pano ako? Sino magbabayad ng graduation ko?"
tapos umakyat na lang ako at umiyak magdamag.
ang malala pa gumimik ako one time at umuwi ng madaling araw sinabihan ako ng tatay ko na "magtrabaho ka na lang kesa puyat ka nang puyat sa walang kwenta" wow?? 4 years straight akong kuba at walang social dahil sa sobrang hirap ng college (polsci course ko) at telco (account o sa bpo) IMAGINE THE STRESS! and 'yong pagod noong biglang face to face na ulit na halos wala na akong tulog.
Stress ko na pinaguusapan ako ng thesis mate ko na lagi akong late sa part ko and ginagago pa ako ng coach ko kapag 'di siya nasususunod.
Gusto kong umiyak at gusto ko ng lumaya sa sitwasyon na 'to!' Tangina'
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I've been a working student since I was seventeen. Imagine seventeen (now I'm 23). Before iniisip ko na 'yong iba nga mas bata pa pero nagwowork na pero naisip ko na I should not invalidate my feelings. My feelings are valid.
Seventeen. Habang 'yong mga kaklase ko nagpapaka-seventeen lang. Ako puyat. Nagtatrabaho. Binubuhay 'yong sarili ko. Lagi kong sinasabi na hindi ako pinilit ng magulang ko magtrabaho pero naisip ko na kahit 'di nila ako pilitin kung 'di ako magsisikap ako lang din magdudusa. Ako lang rin 'yong maiiwan.
Service Crew. Hosting raket. Barista. Hanggang BPO. Napasok ko. Mula Grade 12 hanggang ngayon 4th year college and candidate for graduation na ako. Kahit emotional support wala akong nakuha sa parents ko lalong lalo na financially. Both sa pagwowork and pag-aaral wala akong narinig na kinamusta nila 'yong pagwo-work ko or pag-aaral I don't even know kung alam ba nila 'yong program ko sa college.
Meron akong mga ate na mababait. Nagpapakaate. Pinapautang nila ako kapag kapos ako pero binabalik ko. Kasi kapag inagaw ko pa 'yong tira sa sahod nila. Paano na 'yong sarili nilang pangarap?
Ngayon sobrang lala ng trigger ko. Nag-resign ako sa work. 2 years akong nagwowork as call center agent for telco. Gy. Tiniis ko 'yong ugali ng coach ko na sobrang walang boundaries. Kasi if 'di ko tiniis wala akong pang-raos. I did resign dahil 1) power tripping na yung coach ko and 2) fl blown na ang final defense ko and wala ng natitirang kapal pa 'yong mukha ko sa mga ka-group ka na laging nag-aadjust sa oras ko.
Nagresign ako and wala akong work. Meron naman akong ipon pero syempre binayad ko na sa bills and nagbigay narin ako sa kanila sa mayat maya hingi nila.
Kanina gusto ko na lang umiyak at mamatay saglit kasi habang kumakain ako kinausap ako ng mama ko and sabi "kapag graduate mo kaya mo na ba pag-aralin 'yong dalawa?" like tangina? ni hindi ko naman kapatid yun mga inampon nila mula pagkabata kasi 'di na kaya buhayin nung mga kamag-anak namin as if kaya rin nilang buhayin (don't get me wrong mahal ko yung dalawang pinsan ko sobra and binibigyan ko rin sila ng baon mula sa sahod ko pero HINDI-KO-SILA-RESPONSIBILIDAD). Imagine kinaladkad mo yung sarili mo palabas ng hirap tas biglang ganun sasabihin sayo? Anw, hindi ako sumagot and nilagay ko na lang yung plato ko sa lababo tas nandun naman lola ko at sinabing "[Name ko], bakit ka nag-resign paano na 'yong grad fee ni [pinsan ko?]" ---
and dito na ako nag-breakdown kasi putangina graduating din ako pero wala silang narinig nanghingi ako ng tulong sa kanila or mas lalo na nag-offer sila tulungan ako sa grad fee ko! sabi ko "La, pano ako? Sino magbabayad ng graduation ko?"
tapos umakyat na lang ako at umiyak magdamag.
ang malala pa gumimik ako one time at umuwi ng madaling araw sinabihan ako ng tatay ko na "magtrabaho ka na lang kesa puyat ka nang puyat sa walang kwenta" wow?? 4 years straight akong kuba at walang social dahil sa sobrang hirap ng college (polsci course ko) at telco (account o sa bpo) IMAGINE THE STRESS! and 'yong pagod noong biglang face to face na ulit na halos wala na akong tulog.
Stress ko na pinaguusapan ako ng thesis mate ko na lagi akong late sa part ko and ginagago pa ako ng coach ko kapag 'di siya nasususunod.
Gusto kong umiyak at gusto ko ng lumaya sa sitwasyon na 'to!' Tangina'
2023.06.08 21:47 halfmoon24 Trying to look responsible so Jim Bob will wife her up
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