Its wings are t...?

What the fucking fuck was she going to say? I need to know.

According to all known laws
of aviation,

 
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.

 
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.

 
The bee, of course, flies anyway

 
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.

 
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

 
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.

 
Barry! Breakfast is ready!

 
Ooming!

 
Hang on a second.

 
Hello?

 
- Barry?
- Adam?

 
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.

 
Looking sharp.

 
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.

 
Sorry. I'm excited.

 
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.

 
A perfect report card, all B's.

 
Very proud.

 
Ma! I got a thing going here.

 
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!

 
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!

 
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!

 
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.

 
- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.

 
Never thought I'd make it.

 
Three days grade school,
three days high school.

 
Those were awkward.

 
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

 
You did come back different.

 
- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

 
- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.

 
- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.

 
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.

 
Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.

 
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.

 
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.

 
That's why we don't need vacations.

 
Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.

 
- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!

 
- Bee-men.
- Amen!

 
Hallelujah!

 
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

 
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

 
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...

 
...9:15.

 
That concludes our ceremonies.

 
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!

 
Will we pick ourjob today?

 
I heard it's just orientation.

 
Heads up! Here we go.

 
Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.

 
- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.

 
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco

 
and a part of the Hexagon Group.

 
This is it!

 
Wow.

 
Wow.

 
We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life

 
to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.

 
Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.

 
Our top-secret formula

 
is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured

 
into this soothing sweet syrup

 
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...

 
Honey!

 
- That girl was hot.
- She's my cousin!

 
- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.

 
- Right. You're right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive

 
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.

 
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.

 
- What do you think he makes?
- Not enough.

 
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.

 
- What does that do?
- Oatches that little strand of honey

 
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.

 
Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

 
Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know

 
that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.

 
But choose carefully

 
because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.

 
The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.

 
What's the difference?

 
You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off

 
in 27 million years.

 
So you'll just work us to death?

 
We'll sure try.

 
Wow! That blew my mind!

 
"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?

 
One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.

 
I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.

 
But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?

 
Why would you question anything?
We're bees.

 
We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.

 
You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?

 
Like what? Give me one example.

 
I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.

 
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.

 
Wait a second. Oheck it out.

 
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.

 
I've never seen them this close.

 
They know what it's like
outside the hive.

 
Yeah, but some don't come back.

 
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!

 
You guys did great!

 
You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!

 
- I wonder where they were.
- I don't know.

 
Their day's not planned.

 
Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.

 
You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.

 
Right.

 
Look. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.

 
It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.

 
Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.

 
Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?

 
Distant. Distant.

 
Look at these two.

 
- Oouple of Hive Harrys.
- Let's have fun with them.

 
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.

 
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!

 
He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!

 
- Oh, my!
- I never thought I'd knock him out.

 
What were you doing during this?

 
Trying to alert the authorities.

 
I can autograph that.

 
A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?

 
Yeah. Gusty.

 
We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.

 
- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!

 
A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.

 
- Maybe I am.
- You are not!

 
We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

 
What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?

 
I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.

 
Hey, Honex!

 
Dad, you surprised me.

 
You decide what you're interested in?

 
- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.

 
Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?

 
Son, let me tell you about stirring.

 
You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.

 
You get yourself into a rhythm.
It's a beautiful thing.

 
You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,

 
maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.

 
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?

 
That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.

 
Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey!

 
- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
- I'm not trying to be funny.

 
You're not funny! You're going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!

 
- You're gonna be a stirrer?
- No one's listening to me!

 
Wait till you see the sticks I have.

 
I could say anything right now.
I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

 
Let's open some honey and celebrate!

 
Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.

 
Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

 
I'm so proud.

 
- We're starting work today!
- Today's the day.

 
Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.

 
Yeah, right.

 
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...

 
- Is it still available?
- Hang on. Two left!

 
One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.

 
- What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar!

 
Wow!

 
Oouple of newbies?

 
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!

 
Make your choice.

 
- You want to go first?
- No, you go.

 
Oh, my. What's available?

 
Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.

 
- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
- Sure, you're on.

 
I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

 
Wax monkey's always open.

 
The Krelman opened up again.

 
What happened?

 
A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.

 
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

 
Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!

 
Oh, this is so hard!

 
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

 
humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,

 
mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry?

 
Barry!

 
All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...

 
What happened to you?
Where are you?

 
- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?

 
- Out there.
- Oh, no!

 
I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.

 
You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?

 
Another call coming in.

 
If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd

 
that gets their roses today.

 
Hey, guys.

 
- Look at that.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?

 
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

 
It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.

 
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

 
Sign here, here. Just initial that.

 
- Thank you.
- OK.

 
You got a rain advisory today,

 
and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.

 
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,

 
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.

 
Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.

Quote from: SecondClass on September 24, 2016, 12:18:35 AM

change the back that you're back

as in leaving

That's very rude of you to say, I can't believe I used to look up to you

get used to it fam

please change that

Whether or not I'm in hell. Whether or not you're all real and not just bots. Because everyone acts like a bot. What the hell is reality, where am I and WHY.

For the last four months and I expect it will continue.

fuck

we've been discovered

YES

BEE MOVIE 2 CONFIRMED

I HOPE THEY USED ONE OF MY ORIGINAL SCREENPLAYS

no way dude it would ruin the iconic masterpiece that is Bee Movie 1

it's so good dude

just like with 80% of popular things, people just hate on it to look cool and different

Quote from: SecondClass on September 22, 2016, 06:07:25 PM

just ignore challenger, man

literal trash member

that guy is aesthetic af

not even a good burn

same

^ left side is way better

so obvs if you like men its not gay

obvs

Secondclass i forgot how cute you are. Casper is still bae and you have just gotten cuter. I forgot how attractive everyone is on here... and Das that stache is killer.

Spoiler

aw, thank you <3

I love your hair color

Quote from: SecondClass on September 22, 2016, 09:20:08 PM

ok but it's a really hard hitting drama, don't read unless you're emotionally prepared

Spoiler

Barry looked out the cold soulless glass of the flower shop window. Raining again. Water falling out of the sky like tears from an orphaned civilization.

"The ten million sheep keep grazing," Barry murmured to himself. "The slime and filth of New York all runs downhill." Benson & Associates didn't take off like Barry dreamed it would. The only clients he got were scumbag addicts who couldn't find their antenna if it was hanging in front of them.

The flower shop door opened, and a mosquito flew in. "Fucking bloodsuckers," Barry grumbled, lighting a cigarette. The flame burned like the embers of a forgotten time. Barry could hardly remember the last time he was happy; working for Honex and spending time with Adam and Vanessa. Adam was now the CEO of Honesco and fired half the bees to save money, and Vanessa hadn't been the same since she started drinking.

"Mr Benson, hello?" The mosquito buzzed around Barry. "Oh god, I need your help. PLEASE!"

Barry took another drag from his cigarette and rolled his eyes. "What is it, asshole?" He couldn't stand insect filth who wasted his time.

Time. Like the gears of a machine, turning in place, never reaching a conclusion. Barry's time never ended. He had prayed for death before, but no one answered. He used to believe in God, but now God was like a moat flowing through a windmill.

The mosquito put its face in its hands. "Oh god...the kids...Elaine...they're all dead."

"Let me guess, you got drunk and flew into a rage." The rain kept coming.

"What? God no, Barry. It was...it was a car accident. The SUV pulled out in front of me, I had no time to react!"

Barry scoffed. "Yeah right, punk. Let me guess, you were on the pipe again?"

"No Barry, I'm off that stuff! You've gotta believe m-"

Suddenly a giant bare foot came down in front of Barry, crushing the mosquito. Barry looked up and saw Vanessa smirk at him, sangria in her hand. Then she silently walked away.

"What a bitch," Barry thought.

The rest of the day dragged on. Barry smoked cigarette after cigarette. He would've tried to steal some of Vanessa's liquor, but he knew the consequences if he was caught. He looked out the window again. The city was slowing down, falling asleep. Robots following their programming. Spurred on only by the promise of a divine reward.

"Cowards," Barry thought. He took another puff and coughed. The smoke had completely filled his tiny bee body. He doubled over in pain and fell to the hardwood floor. The floor was as cold as a drinking a glass of water after you chew a piece of mint gum. Except way colder than that.

Barry felt enormous pain as he started to succumb to tobacco poisoning. He saw Vanessa stumble into the room and make eye contact with him. She was holding a bottle of vodka now.

"Vanessa...kill me." Barry pleaded.

Vanessa just laughed at his plight and left the shop.

"Wh...what a bitch..."

Barry couldn't take the pain anymore. He had to end it. He crawled over to the couch and took a deep breath before plunging his stinger into the fabric. The pounding rain coming from the sky started to subside into a light drizzle. As the stinger left his body, Barry sighed in relief. It would all bee over soon.

I'm very amused. Bleak. Punchy. You can string words together ok

it's a parody of the over the top dark fanfics people write

the weird metaphors and similies are inspired from True Detective

my bee movie fanfic

6 to 6

I guess we're identical twins jesty 😏

not just calling it Septube