Why does his life have less value than yours?

Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?

I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling.

My brochure!

There you go, little guy.

I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing.

Put that on your resume brochure.

My whole face could puff up.

Make it one of your special skills.

Knocking someone out is also a special skill.

Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.

Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?

Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.

You could put carob chips on there.

Bye.

Supposed to be less calories.

Bye.

I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something.

All right, here it goes.

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.

Oh, I can't do it. Come on!

No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't.

How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.

Here she comes! Speak, you fool!

Hi!

I'm sorry. You're talking.

Yes, I know.

You're talking!

I'm so sorry.

No, it's OK. It's fine.

I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed.

Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting.

This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!

I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, 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.

That was a little weird. I'm talking with a bee.

Yeah.

I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me!

I just want to say I'm grateful.

I'll leave now.

Wait! How did you learn to do that?

What?

The talking thing.

Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.

That's very funny.

Yeah.

Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
Anyway... Can I... get you something?

Like what?

I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee?

I don't want to put you out.

It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.

It's just coffee.

I hate to impose.

Don't be ridiculous!

Actually, I would love a cup.

Hey, you want rum cake?

I shouldn't.

Have some.

No, I can't.

Come on!

I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.

Where?

These stripes don't help.

You look great!

I don't know if you know anything about fashion.

Are you all right?

No.

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?"

Is that a bee joke?

That's the kind of stuff we do.

Yeah, different.

So, what are you gonna do, 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.

I know how you feel.

You do?

Sure.

My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.

Really?

My only interest is flowers.

Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan.

Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it?

You're in Sheep Meadow!

Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!

No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once.

Why do girls put rings on their toes?

Why not?

It's like putting a hat on your knee.

Maybe I'll try that.

You all right, ma'am?

Oh, yeah. Fine.

Just having two cups of coffee!

Anyway, this has been great.

Thanks for the coffee.

Yeah, it's no trouble.

Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life.

Are you...?

Can I take a piece of this with me?

Sure! Here, have a crumb.

Thanks!

Yeah.

All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not.

OK, Barry.

And thank you so much again... for before.

Oh, that? That was nothing.

Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...

This can't possibly work.

He's all set to go.

We may as well try it.

OK, Dave, pull the chute.

Sounds amazing.

It was amazing!

It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life.

Humans! I can't believe you were with humans!

Giant, scary humans!

What were they like?

Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.

They eat crazy giant things.

They drive crazy.

Do they try and kill you, like on TV?

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

How'd you get back?

Poodle.

You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see.

You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal.

Well...

Well?

Well, I met someone.

You did? Was she Bee-ish?

A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!

No, no, no, not a wasp.

Spider?

I'm not attracted to spiders.

I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face.

So who is she?

She's... human.

No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law.

Her name's Vanessa.

Oh, boy.

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

Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!

We're not dating.

You're flying outside The Hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!

She saved my life! And she understands me.

This is over!

Eat this.

This is not over! What was that?

They call it a crumb.

It was so stingin' stripey!

And that's not what they eat.

That's what falls off what they eat!

You know what a Cinnabon is?

No.

It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up...

Sit down!

...really hot!

Listen to me!

We are not them! We're us.

There's us and there's them!

Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning?

There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me!

You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee!

Thinking bee.

Thinking bee.

Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

There he is. He's in the pool.

You know what your problem is, Barry?

I gotta start thinking bee?

How much longer will this go on?

It's been three days! Why aren't you working?

I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about.

What life? You have no life!

You have no job. You're barely a bee!

Would it kill you to make a little honey?

Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you.

Martin, would you talk to him?

Barry, I'm talking to you!

You coming?

Got everything?

All set!

Go ahead. I'll catch up.

Don't be too long.

Watch this!

Vanessa!

We're still here.

I told you not to yell at him.

He doesn't respond to yelling!

Then why yell at me?

Because you don't listen!

I'm not listening to this.

Sorry, I've gotta go.

Where are you going?

I'm meeting a friend.

A girl? Is this why you can't decide?

Bye.

I just hope she's Bee-ish.

They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena?

To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream!

Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering.

A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events?

No. All right, I've got one.

How come you don't fly everywhere?

It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster.

Yeah, OK, I see, I see.

All right, your turn.

TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane!

You don't have that?

We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease.

Oh, my.

Dumb bees!

You must want to sting all those jerks.

We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us.

So you have to watch your temper.

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.
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

Yeah.

What is wrong with you?!

It's a bug.

He's not bothering anybody.

Get out of here, you creep!

What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?

Yeah, it was. How did you know?

It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.

You've really got that down to a science.

I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.

I'll bet.

What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this?

How did this get here? cute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select?

Is he that actor?

I never heard of him.

Why is this here?

For people. We eat it.

You don't have enough food of your own?

Well, yes.

How do you get it?

Bees make it.

I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it!

There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing!

It's organic.
It's our-ganic!

It's just honey, 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!

Hey, Hector. You almost done?

Almost.

He is here. I sense it.

Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around.

You're busted, box boy!

I knew I heard something.

So you can talk!

I can talk. And now you'll start talking!

Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier?

I don't understand.

I thought we were friends.

The last thing we want to do is upset bees!

You're too late! It's ours now!

You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword!

You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio!

Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where!

Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

Crazy person!
What horrible thing has happened here?

These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now

they're on the road to nowhere!

Just keep still.

What? You're not dead?

Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?

To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here.

I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

I'm going to Tacoma.

And you?

He really is dead.

All right.

Uh-oh!

What is that?!

Oh, no!

A wiper! Triple blade!

Triple blade?

Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!

Why does everything have

to be so doggone clean?!

How much do you people need to see?!

Open your eyes!

Stick your head out the window!

From NPR News in Washington,

I'm Carl Kasell.

But don't kill no more bugs!

Bee!

Moose blood guy!!

You hear something?

Like what?

Like tiny screaming.

Turn off the radio.

Whassup, bee boy?

Hey, Blood.

Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.

Wow!

I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours.

Bees hang tight. We're all jammed in.

It's a close community.

Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own.

What if you get in trouble?

You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack!

At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls.

Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

You got to be kidding me!

Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee!

Hey, guys!

Mooseblood!

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

Did you bring your crazy straw?

We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit.

What is this place?

A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead.

They are pinheads!

Pinhead.

Check out the new smoker.

Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000!

Smoker?

Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks
them right out.

They make the honey, and we make the money.

"They make the honey, and we make the money"?

Oh, my!

What's going on? Are you OK?

Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls?

Our queen was moved here. We had no choice.

This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen!

What is this?

Oh, no!

There's hundreds of them!

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.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor.
Do these look like rumors?

That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this?

He's been talking to humans.

What? Talking to humans?!

He has a human girlfriend. And they make out!

Make out? Barry!

We do not.

You wish you could.

Whose side are you on?

The bees!

I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.

Barry, this is what you want to do with your life?

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.

I remember that.

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!

Even if it's true, what can one bee do?

Sting them where it really hurts.

In the face! The eye!

That would hurt.

No.

Up the nose? That's a killer.

There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters.
Hive at Five, The Hive's only full-hour action news source.

No more bee beards!

With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette
Chung.

Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.

And I'm Jeanette Ohung.

A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and
profiting from it illegally!

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.

Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.

Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from The Hive. I can't do this"?

Bees have never been afraid to change the world.

What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

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

We were thinking of stickball or candy stores.

How old are you?

The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century.

You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too.

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

He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots...

Next week...

Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em.

Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live.

Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish.

In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness!

It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.

Honey, her backhand's a joke!

I'm not gonna take advantage of that?

Quiet, please.

Actual work going on here.

Is that that same bee?

Yes, it is!

I'm helping him sue the human race.

Hello.

Hello, bee.

This is Ken.

Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.

Why does he talk again?

Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working.

But it's our yogurt night!

Bye-bye.

Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours!

Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help.

Frosting...

How many sugars?

Just one. I try not to use the competition.

So why are you helping me?

Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon
bouquets now.

Those are great, if you're three.

And artificial flowers.

Oh, those just get me psychotic!

Yeah, me too.

Bent stingers, pointless pollination.

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.

This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.

I guess.

You sure you want to go through with it?

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!

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.

What have we gotten into here, Barry?

It's pretty big, isn't it?

I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day.

You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers?

Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade.

What's the matter?

I don't know, I just got a chill.

Well, if it isn't the bee team.

You boys work on this?

All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding.

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?

A privilege.

Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world?

I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed.

Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please.

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!

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!

Mr. Benson?

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!

I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice!

Call your first witness.

So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have.

I suppose so.

I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron!

Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms.

Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term.

I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you?

No.

I couldn't hear you.

No.

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.

They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.

You mean like this?

Bears kill bees!

How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your
throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away.

So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. Where have I heard it before?

I was with a band called The Police.

But you've never been a police officer, have you?

No, I haven't.

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.

Oh, please.

Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr.
Gordon M. Sumner!

That's not his real name?! You idiots!

Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005.

Thank you. Thank you.

I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to
blow.

I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

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?
Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now!

This isn't a goodfella.

This is a badfella!

Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?!

Order in this court!

You're all thinking it!

Order! Order, I say!

Say it!

Mr. Liotta, please sit down!

I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side.

Are we doing everything right, legally?

I'm a florist.

Right. Well, here's to a great team.

To a great team!

Well, hello.

Ken!

Hello.

I didn't think you were coming.

No, I was just late I tried to call, but... the battery.

I didn't want all this to go to waste,

so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.

Oh, that was lucky.

There's a little left. I could heat it up.

Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby.
That's where I usually sit. Right... there.

Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a
special skill.

You think I don't see what you're doing?

I know how hard it is to find the right job. We have that in common.

Do we?

Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out.

That's just what I was thinking about doing.

Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.

I'm going to drain the old stinger.

Yeah, you do that.

Look at that.

You know, I've just about had it with your little Mind Games.

What's that?

Italian Vogue.

Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.

A lot of ads.

Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine?

Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here!

I love the smell of flowers.

How do you like the smell of flames?!

Not as much.

Water bug! Not taking sides!

Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat!

This is pathetic!

I've got issues!

Well, well, well, a royal flush!

You're bluffing.

Am I?

Surf's up, dude!

Poo water!

That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings!

Kenneth! What are you doing?!

You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it!

We need to talk! He's just a little bee!

And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time!

Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life?

No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them!

Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster!

Goodbye, Ken.

And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man!

I'm sorry about all that.

I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it!

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?

I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas.

We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.

Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers...

Yeah.
Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over.

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.

You got the tweezers?

Are you allergic?

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 to that woman?

We're friends.

Good friends?

Yes.

How good? Do you live together?

Wait a minute... Are you her little... bedbug?

I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the
bee children?

Yeah, but...

So those aren't your real parents!

Oh, Barry...

Yes, they are!

Hold me back!

You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson?

He's denouncing bees!

Don't y'all date your cousins?

Objection!

I'm going to pincushion this guy!

Adam, don't! It's what he wants!

Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit!

Order! Order!

The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of
destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!

Adam, stay with me.

I can't feel my legs.

What Angel of Mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks?

I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please!

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.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Is there much pain?

Yeah.

I... I blew the whole case, didn't I?

It doesn't matter. What matters is

you're alive. You could have died.

I'd be better off dead. Look at me.

They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it.

What was it like to sting someone?

I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then...and then ecstasy!

All right.

You think it was all a trap?

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.

What will the humans do to us if they win?

I don't know.

I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad.

Adam, they check in, but they don't check out!

Oh, my.

Could you get a nurse to close that window?

Why?

The smoke.

Bees don't smoke.

Right. Bees don't smoke.

Bees don't smoke!

But some bees are smoking.

That's it! That's our case!

It is? It's not over?

Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.

Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can.

And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.

Mr. Flayman.

Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

Where is the rest of your team?

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...

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!

Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion.

But you can't! We have a terrific case.

Where is your proof?

Where is the evidence?

Show me the smoking gun!

Hold it, Your Honor!

You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun.

What is that?

It's a bee smoker!

What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee.

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?

What are we gonna do?

He's playing the species card.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees!

Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees!

The court finds in favor of the bees!

Vanessa, we won!

I knew you could do it! High-five!

Sorry.

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.

This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson.

You'll regret this.

Barry, how much honey is out there?

All right. One at a time.

Barry, who are you wearing?

My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants.

What if Montgomery's right?

What do you mean?

We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years.

Congratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement?

First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps.

Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop.

We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath
stink machine.

We're all aware of what they do in the woods.

Wait for my signal. Take him out.

He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine.

And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames...

But it's just a prance-about stage name!

...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack
garnishments.

Can't breathe.

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right there! Good.

Tap it.

Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups and there's gallons more coming!

I think we need to shut down!

Shut down? We've never shut down.

Shut down honey production!

Stop making honey!

Turn your key, sir!

What do we do now?

Cannonball!

We're shutting honey production!

Mission abort.

Aborting pollination and nectar detail.

Returning to base.

Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there.

Oh, yeah?

What's going on? Where is everybody?

Are they out celebrating?

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.

At least we got our honey back.

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.

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.

You don't have any idea what's going on, do you?

What did you want to show me?

This.

What happened here?

That is not the half of it.

Oh, no. Oh, my.

They're all wilting.

Doesn't look very good, does it?

No.

And whose fault do you think that is?

You know, I'm gonna guess bees.

Bees?

Specifically, me.

I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things.

It's not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

That's our whole SAT test right there.

Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom.

And then, of course...

The human species?

So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it?

I know this is also partly my fault.

How about a suicide pact?

How do we do it?

I'll sting you, you step on me.

That just kills you twice.

Right, right.

Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going.

I had to open my mouth and talk.

Vanessa?

Vanessa? Why are you leaving?

Where are you going?

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.

Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.

I never meant it to turn out like this.

I know. Me neither.

Tournament of Roses.

Roses can't do sports.

Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

Roses!

Vanessa!

Roses?!

Barry?

Roses are flowers!

Yes, they are.

Flowers, bees, pollen!

I know.

That's why this is the last parade.

Maybe not.
Could you ask him to slow down?

Could you slow down?

Barry!

OK, I made a huge mistake.

This is a total disaster, all my fault.

Yes, it kind of is.

I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse.

Actually, it's completely closed down.

I thought maybe you were remodeling.

But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined.

I don't want to hear it!

All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen.

I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park.

All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got.

Bees.

Park.

Pollen!

Flowers.

Repollination!

Across the nation!

Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California.

They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy.

Security will be tight.

I have an idea.

Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

Official floral business. It's real.

Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.

Thank you. It was a gift.

Once inside, we just pick the right float.

How about The Princess and the Pea?

I could be the princess, and you could be the pea!

Yes, I got it.

Where should I sit?

What are you?

I believe I'm the pea.

The pea?

It goes under the mattresses.

Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.

I'm getting the marshal.

You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco!

Let's see what this baby'll do.

Hey, what are you doing?!

Then all we do is blend in with traffic... without arousing suspicion.

Once at the airport, there's no stopping us.

Stop! Security.

You and your insect pack your float?

Yes.

Has it been in your possession the entire time?

Would you remove your shoes?

Remove your stinger.

It's part of me.

I know. Just having some fun.

Enjoy your flight.

Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job.

Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job!

I think this is gonna work.

It's got to work.

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.

Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it.

I gotta get up there and talk to them.

Be careful.

Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair
trimmer.

Captain, I'm in a real situation.

What'd you say, Hal?

Nothing.

Bee!

Don't freak out! My entire species...

What are you doing?

Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!

Who's an attorney?

Don't move.

Oh, Barry.

Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to
the cockpit? And please hurry!

What happened here?

There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded.

One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious!

Is that another bee joke?

No!

No one's flying the plane!

This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status?

This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York.

Where's the pilot?

He's unconscious, and so is the copilot.

Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience?

As a matter of fact, there is.

Who's that?

Barry Benson.

From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee.

It's got giant wings, huge engines.

I can't fly a plane.

Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?

Yes.

How hard could it be?

Wait, Barry!

We're headed into some lightning.

This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is
developing.

Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory...

That's Barry!
...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew.

Flowers?!

We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience.

Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane.

I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres.

They've done enough damage.

But isn't he your only hope?

Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all.

Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times?

"The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense."

Get this on the air!

Got it.

Stand by.

We're going live.

The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs.

But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference.

More than we realized. To us, to everyone.

That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O.

We get behind a fellow.

Black and yellow!

Hello!

Left, right, down, hover.

Hover?

Forget hover.

This isn't so hard.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Barry, what happened?!

Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time.

That may have been helping me.

And now we're not!

So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.

All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out!

Move out!

Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane!

Don't have to yell.

I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble.

It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice!

It's not a tone. I'm panicking!

I can't do this!

Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it!

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

Hold it!

Why? Come on, it's my turn.

How is the plane flying?

I don't know.

Hello?

Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there?

The Pollen Jocks!

They do get behind a fellow.

Black and yellow.

Hello.

All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop.

Where? I can't see anything. Can you?

No, nothing. It's all cloudy.

Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.

Thinking bee.

Thinking bee.

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something.

What?

I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.

Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

Bring the nose down.

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

What in the world is on the tarmac?

Get some lights on that!

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Vanessa, aim for the flower.

OK.

Cut the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys?

Affirmative!

Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.

Land on that flower!

Ready? Full reverse!

Spin it around!

Not that flower! The other one!

Which one?

That flower.

I'm aiming at the flower!

That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.

I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees!

Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.

Rotate around it.

This is insane, Barry!

This's the only way I know how to fly.

Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern?

Get your nose in there. 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.

Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly!

Yes. No high-five!

Right.

Barry, it worked!

Did you see the giant flower?

What giant flower? Where? Of course

I saw the flower! That was genius!

Thank you.

But we're not done yet.

Listen, everyone!

This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth.

That means this is our Last Chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress
like this.

If we're 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?

We're bees!

Keychain!

Then follow me! Except Keychain.

Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this.

Yeah!

I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

Oh, yeah.

That's our Barry.

Mom! The bees are back!

If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight!
Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Can I help who's next?

Would you like some honey with that?

It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.

Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel!

Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat!

I had no idea.

Barry, I'm sorry.

Have you got a moment?

Would you excuse me?

My mosquito associate will help you.

Sorry I'm late.

He's a lawyer too?

I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase.

Have a great afternoon!

Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere.

No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me.

You're a lifesaver, Barry. Can I help who's next?

All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly.

Thank you, Barry!

That bee is living my life!

Let it go, Kenny.

When will this nightmare end?!

Let it all go.

Beautiful day to fly.

Sure is.
Between you and me,

I was dying to get out of that office.

You have got to start thinking bee, my friend.

Thinking bee!

Me?

Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here?

I'm not making a major life decision during a production number!

All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys.

I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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@Bee-glitch

Bee-glitch commented on 25 May 2021

Perfect

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A true masterpiece. Truly the most amazing part of English literature I've seen in my entire life. The
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Hate it

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Thomtotom commented on 19 Aug 2021

On Thu, 19 Aug 2021 at 7:25 PM, ugiygjhguygjh piougyftdrsu < ***@***.***> wrote:

On Sat, 14 Aug 2021 at 6:23 AM, milkbeens ***@***.***> wrote: > ***@***.**** commented on this
gist. > ------------------------------ > > 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! >
Coming! > Hang on a second. > Hello? > Barry? > Adam? > Can 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 City graduating class of 9:15. > That concludes our ceremonies And
begins your career at Honex Industries! > Will we pick our job 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? > Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. > Saves
us millions. > Can 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. Check 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't just 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. > Couple 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. > Come 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! Congratulations! > Step to the side. > What'd you get? >
Picking crud out. Stellar! > Wow! > Couple 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. > Murphy's in a home
because of it, babbling like a cicada! > That's awful. > And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number
one, absolutely no talking > to humans! > All right, launch positions! > Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! > Black and yellow! > Hello! > You ready for this, hot shot? > Yeah.
Yeah, bring it on. > Wind, check. > Antennae, check. > Nectar pack, check. > Wings, check. > Stinger,
check. > Scared out of my shorts, check. > OK, ladies, > let's move it out! > Pound those petunias, you
striped stem-suckers! > All of you, drain those flowers! > Wow! I'm out! > I can't believe I'm out! > So
blue. > I feel so fast and free! > Box kite! > Wow! > Flowers! > This is Blue Leader, We have roses visual. >
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. > Roses! > 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. > Stand to the side,
kid. > It's got a bit of a kick. > That is one nectar collector! > Ever see pollination up close? > No, sir. > 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. > That's amazing. Why do we do that? > That's pollen power. More pollen,
more flowers, more nectar, more honey > for us. > Cool. > I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow, Could be
daisies, Don't we need > those? > Copy that visual. > Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the
move. > Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? > Affirmative. > That was on the line! > This is the
coolest. What is it? > I don't know, but I'm loving this color. > It smells good. > Not like a flower, but I like
it. > Yeah, fuzzy. > Chemical-y. > Careful, guys. It's a little grabby. > My sweet lord of bees! > Candy-brain,
get off there! > Problem! > Guys! > This could be bad. > Affirmative. > Very close. > Gonna hurt. >
Mama's little boy. > You are way out of position, rookie! > Coming in at you like a missile! > Help me! > I
don't think these are flowers. > Should we tell him? > I think he knows. > What is this?! > Match point! >
You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! > Yowser! > Gross. > There's a bee in the
car! > Do something! > I'm driving! > Hi, bee. > He's back here! > He's going to sting me! > Nobody move.
If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! > He blinked! > Spray him, Granny! > What are you doing?!
> Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. > I gotta get home. > Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain.
Can't fly in rain. > Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! > Ken, could you close the window please? > Ken,
could you close the window please? > Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You
see? > Folds out. > Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. > What was that? > Maybe this time. This
time. This time. This time! This time! This... > Drapes! > That is diabolical. > It's fantastic. It's got all my
special skills, even my top-ten favorite > movies. > What's number one? Star Wars? > Nah, I don't go for
that... kind of stuff. > No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. > When I leave a
job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I > say. > There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
> I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. > I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting
hotter. At first I > thought it was just me. > Wait! Stop! Bee! > Stand back. These are winter boots. >
Wait! > Don't kill him! > You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! > Why does his life have
less value than yours? > Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? > I'm
just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of > feeling. > My brochure! > There you
go, little guy. > I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing. > Put that on your resume brochure. > My
whole face could puff up. > Make it one of your special skills. > Knocking someone out is also a special
skill. > Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. > Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? > Sure, Ken. You know,
whatever. > You could put carob chips on there. > Bye. > Supposed to be less calories. > Bye. > I gotta say
something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. > All right, here it goes. > 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. > Oh, I can't do it. Come on! > No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. > How should I start
it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. > Here she comes! Speak, you fool! > Hi! > I'm sorry. You're talking.
> Yes, I know. > You're talking! > I'm so sorry. > No, it's OK. It's fine. > I know I'm dreaming. But I don't
recall going to bed. > Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. > This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean,
you're a bee! > I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, 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. > That was a little weird. I'm talking
with a bee. > Yeah. > I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! > I just want to say I'm grateful. >
I'll leave now. > Wait! How did you learn to do that? > What? > The talking thing. > Same way you did, I
guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. > That's very funny. > Yeah. > Bees are funny. If we didn't
laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal > with. > Anyway... Can I... get you something? > Like what? > I
don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee? > I don't want to put you out. > It's no trouble. It takes two
minutes. > It's just coffee. > I hate to impose. > Don't be ridiculous! > Actually, I would love a cup. > Hey,
you want rum cake? > I shouldn't. > Have some. > No, I can't. > Come on! > I'm trying to lose a couple
micrograms. > Where? > These stripes don't help. > You look great! > I don't know if you know anything
about fashion. > Are you all right? > No. > 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?" > Is that a bee
joke? > That's the kind of stuff we do. > Yeah, different. > So, what are you gonna do, 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. > I know how
you feel. > You do? > Sure. > My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a >
florist. > Really? > My only interest is flowers. > Our new queen was just elected with that same
campaign slogan. > Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? > You're in Sheep Meadow!
> Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! > No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. > Why do
girls put rings on their toes? > Why not? > It's like putting a hat on your knee. > Maybe I'll try that. > You
all right, ma'am? > Oh, yeah. Fine. > Just having two cups of coffee! > Anyway, this has been great. >
Thanks for the coffee. > Yeah, it's no trouble. > Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my
life. > Are you...? > Can I take a piece of this with me? > Sure! Here, have a crumb. > Thanks! > Yeah. > All
right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. > OK, Barry. > And thank you so much again... for
before. > Oh, that? That was nothing. > Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... > This can't possibly work. >
He's all set to go. > We may as well try it. > OK, Dave, pull the chute. > Sounds amazing. > It was amazing!
> It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. > Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! >
Giant, scary humans! > What were they like? > Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. > They eat crazy giant
things. > They drive crazy. > Do they try and kill you, like on TV? > Some of them. But some of them
don't. > How'd you get back? > Poodle. > You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. >
You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. > Well... > Well? > Well, I met
someone. > You did? Was she Bee-ish? > A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! > No, no, no, not a wasp. >
Spider? > I'm not attracted to spiders. > I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't
get > by that face. > So who is she? > She's... human. > No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a
bee law. > Her name's Vanessa. > Oh, boy. > She's so nice. And she's a florist! > Oh, no! You're dating a
human florist! > We're not dating. > You're flying outside The Hive, talking to humans that attack our
homes > with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! > She saved my life! And she
understands me. > This is over! > Eat this. > This is not over! What was that? > They call it a crumb. > It
was so stingin' stripey! > And that's not what they eat. > That's what falls off what they eat! > You know
what a Cinnabon is? > No. > It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... > Sit down! > ...really
hot! > Listen to me! > We are not them! We're us. > There's us and there's them! > Yes, but who can
deny the heart that is yearning? > There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! > You have got to
start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! > Thinking bee. > Thinking bee. > Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee! > There he is. He's in the pool. > You know what your problem is, Barry? > I
gotta start thinking bee? > How much longer will this go on? > It's been three days! Why aren't you
working? > I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. > What life? You have no life! > You have no
job. You're barely a bee! > Would it kill you to make a little honey? > Barry, come out. Your father's
talking to you. > Martin, would you talk to him? > Barry, I'm talking to you! > You coming? > Got
everything? > All set! > Go ahead. I'll catch up. > Don't be too long. > Watch this! > Vanessa! > We're still
here. > I told you not to yell at him. > He doesn't respond to yelling! > Then why yell at me? > Because
you don't listen! > I'm not listening to this. > Sorry, I've gotta go. > Where are you going? > I'm meeting a
friend. > A girl? Is this why you can't decide? > Bye. > I just hope she's Bee-ish. > They have a huge
parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? > To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's
dream! > Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. > A tournament. Do the roses compete
in athletic events? > No. All right, I've got one. > How come you don't fly everywhere? > It's exhausting.
Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. > Yeah, OK, I see, I see. > All right, your turn. > TiVo. You can
just freeze live TV? That's insane! > You don't have that? > We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible,
horrible disease. > Oh, my. > Dumb bees! > You must want to sting all those jerks. > We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us. > So you have to watch your temper. > 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. >
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? > Yeah. > What is wrong with you?! > It's a bug. > He's not bothering
anybody. > Get out of here, you creep! > What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? > Yeah, it was. How did
you know? > It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. > You've really got that
down to a science. > I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. > I'll bet. > What in the name of Mighty Hercules is
this? > How did this get here? cute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private > Select? > Is he that actor? >
I never heard of him. > Why is this here? > For people. We eat it. > You don't have enough food of your
own? > Well, yes. > How do you get it? > Bees make it. > I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! >
There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! > It's organic. > It's our-ganic! > It's
just honey, 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! > Hey, Hector. You almost done? > Almost. > He is here. I
sense it. > Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with > no one around. >
You're busted, box boy! > I knew I heard something. > So you can talk! > I can talk. And now you'll start
talking! > Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? > I don't understand. > I thought we
were friends. > The last thing we want to do is upset bees! > You're too late! It's ours now! > You, sir,
have crossed the wrong sword! > You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! > Where is the honey
coming from? Tell me where! > Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! > Crazy person! > What
horrible thing has happened here? > These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now > they're on
the road to nowhere! > Just keep still. > What? You're not dead? > Do I look dead? They will wipe
anything that moves. Where you headed? > To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. > I'm going
to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! > I'm going to Tacoma. > And you? > He really is
dead. > All right. > Uh-oh! > What is that?! > Oh, no! > A wiper! Triple blade! > Triple blade? > Jump on!
It's your only chance, bee! > Why does everything have > to be so doggone clean?! > How much do you
people need to see?! > Open your eyes! > Stick your head out the window! > From NPR News in
Washington, > I'm Carl Kasell. > But don't kill no more bugs! > Bee! > Moose blood guy!! > You hear
something? > Like what? > Like tiny screaming. > Turn off the radio. > Whassup, bee boy? > Hey, Blood. >
Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. > Wow! > I assume wherever this truck goes is
where they're getting it. I mean, > that honey's ours. > Bees hang tight. We're all jammed in. > It's a close
community. > Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. > What if you get in trouble? >
You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a > mosquito, smack, smack! > At
least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. > Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth,
dragonfly. Mosquito girl > don't want no mosquito. > You got to be kidding me! > Mooseblood's about to
leave the building! So long, bee! > Hey, guys! > Mooseblood! > I knew I'd catch y'all down here. > Did you
bring your crazy straw? > We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. > What is
this place? > A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. > They are pinheads! > Pinhead. > Check out the
new smoker. > Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! > Smoker? > Ninety puffs a
minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A > couple breaths of this knocks them right out.
> They make the honey, and we make the money. > "They make the honey, and we make the money"? >
Oh, my! > What's going on? Are you OK? > Yeah. It doesn't last too long. > Do you know you're in a fake
hive with fake walls? > Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. > This is your queen? That's a
man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! > What is this? > Oh, no! > There's hundreds of them! >
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. > Oh, Barry, stop. > Who told you humans are taking our honey?
That's a rumor. > Do these look like rumors? > That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored
photos. How did > you get mixed up in this? > He's been talking to humans. > What? Talking to humans?!
> He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! > Make out? Barry! > We do not. > You wish you could.
> Whose side are you on? > The bees! > I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me
up all > night. > Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? > 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. > I remember that. > 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! > Even if it's true, what can one bee do? >
Sting them where it really hurts. > In the face! The eye! > That would hurt. > No. > Up the nose? That's a
killer. > There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it > matters. > Hive at Five,
The Hive's only full-hour action news source. > No more bee beards! > With Bob Bumble at the anchor
desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports > with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Chung. > Good evening. I'm
Bob Bumble. > And I'm Jeanette Ohung. > A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race
for > stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! > 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. > Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. > Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from The
Hive. I can't do this"? > Bees have never been afraid to change the world. > What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? > Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. > We were thinking of stickball or
candy stores. > How old are you? > The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the
trial > of the bee century. > You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. > It's a common
name. Next week... > He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... > Next week...
> Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard > 'em. > Bear Week next
week! They're scary, hairy and here live. > Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very
Jewish. > In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! > It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. >
Honey, her backhand's a joke! > I'm not gonna take advantage of that? > Quiet, please. > Actual work
going on here. > Is that that same bee? > Yes, it is! > I'm helping him sue the human race. > Hello. >
Hello, bee. > This is Ken. > Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I >
believe. > Why does he talk again? > Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. > But it's our
yogurt night! > Bye-bye. > Why is yogurt night so difficult?! > You poor thing. You two have been at this
for hours! > Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. > Frosting... > How many sugars? > Just one. I try
not to use the competition. > So why are you helping me? > Bees have good qualities. And it takes my
mind off the shop. Instead of > flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. > Those are great, if
you're three. > And artificial flowers. > Oh, those just get me psychotic! > Yeah, me too. > Bent stingers,
pointless pollination. > 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. > This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. > I guess. > You
sure you want to go through with it? > 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! > 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. > What have we gotten into here, Barry? > It's pretty big, isn't
it? > I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. > You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers? > Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. > What's the
matter? > I don't know, I just got a chill. > Well, if it isn't the bee team. > You boys work on this? > All
rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. > 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? > A privilege. > Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the
world? > I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. > Mr. Montgomery, your opening
statement, please. > 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! > 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! > Mr. Benson?
> 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! > I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! > Call your
first witness. > So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. > I suppose so. > I
see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! > Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. > Beekeeper. I
find that to be a very disturbing term. > I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? > No. > I
couldn't hear you. > No. > 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. > They're very lovable creatures. Yogi
Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. > You mean like this? > Bears kill bees! > How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?! Biting into > your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough.
Take him > away. > So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. Where > have I heard
it before? > I was with a band called The Police. > But you've never been a police officer, have you? > No,
I haven't. > 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. > Oh, please. > Have you ever been stung,
Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, > Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! > That's
not his real name?! You idiots! > Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest >
spot on ER in 2005. > Thank you. Thank you. > I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome
with a churning > inner turmoil that's ready to blow. > I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? > 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? > Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! > This isn't a goodfella. > This
is a badfella! > Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! > Order in this
court! > You're all thinking it! > Order! Order, I say! > Say it! > Mr. Liotta, please sit down! > I think it was
awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think > the jury's on our side. > Are we doing everything
right, legally? > I'm a florist. > Right. Well, here's to a great team. > To a great team! > Well, hello. > Ken!
> Hello. > I didn't think you were coming. > No, I was just late I tried to call, but... the battery. > I didn't
want all this to go to waste, > so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. > Oh, that was lucky. > There's a little
left. I could heat it up. > Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. > So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not
much for the game myself. > The ball's a little grabby. > That's where I usually sit. Right... there. > Ken,
Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating > with chopsticks isn't really a
special skill. > You think I don't see what you're doing? > I know how hard it is to find the right job. We
have that in common. > Do we? > Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the
crud out. > That's just what I was thinking about doing. > Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I
hope that was all > right. > I'm going to drain the old stinger. > Yeah, you do that. > Look at that. > You
know, I've just about had it with your little Mind Games. > What's that? > Italian Vogue. > Mamma mia,
that's a lot of pages. > A lot of ads. > Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than
mine? > Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! > I love the smell of
flowers. > How do you like the smell of flames?! > Not as much. > Water bug! Not taking sides! > Ken, I'm
wearing a Chapstick hat! > This is pathetic! > I've got issues! > Well, well, well, a royal flush! > You're
bluffing. > Am I? > Surf's up, dude! > Poo water! > That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings!
> Kenneth! What are you doing?! > You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! > We need to talk!
He's just a little bee! > And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! > Long time? What
are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? > No, but there are other things bugging me in
life. And you're one of them! > Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... > My nerves are fried from riding on
this emotional roller coaster! > Goodbye, Ken. > And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made > by man! > I'm sorry about all that. > I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! > 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? > I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. > We would like to call Mr. Barry
Benson Bee to the stand. > Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best >
lawyers... > Yeah. > Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be > all over. >
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. > You got the tweezers? > Are you allergic? > 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 to that
woman? > We're friends. > Good friends? > Yes. > How good? Do you live together? > Wait a minute...
Are you her little... bedbug? > I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't
your > queen give birth to all the bee children? > Yeah, but... > So those aren't your real parents! > Oh,
Barry... > Yes, they are! > Hold me back! > You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? > He's
denouncing bees! > Don't y'all date your cousins? > Objection! > I'm going to pincushion this guy! >
Adam, don't! It's what he wants! > Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! > Order! Order! > The venom! The
venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by > a winged beast of destruction! You see? You
can't treat them like equals! > They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their >
way! > Adam, stay with me. > I can't feel my legs. > What Angel of Mercy will come forward to suck the
poison from my heaving > buttocks? > I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! > 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. > Hey, buddy. > Hey. > Is there much pain? > Yeah. > I... I
blew the whole case, didn't I? > It doesn't matter. What matters is > you're alive. You could have died. >
I'd be better off dead. Look at me. > They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look,
> there's a little celery still on it. > What was it like to sting someone? > I can't explain it. It was all... All
adrenaline and then...and then > ecstasy! > All right. > You think it was all a trap? > 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. >
What will the humans do to us if they win? > I don't know. > I hear they put the roaches in motels. That
doesn't sound so bad. > Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! > Oh, my. > Could you get a nurse
to close that window? > Why? > The smoke. > Bees don't smoke. > Right. Bees don't smoke. > Bees don't
smoke! > But some bees are smoking. > That's it! That's our case! > It is? It's not over? > Get dressed. I've
gotta go somewhere. > Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. > And assuming you've
done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. > Mr. Flayman. > Yes? Yes, Your Honor! > Where is the rest
of your team? > 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... > 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!
> Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's > motion. > But you can't! We
have a terrific case. > Where is your proof? > Where is the evidence? > Show me the smoking gun! >
Hold it, Your Honor! > You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. > What is that? > It's a bee
smoker! > What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, > let alone a bee. > 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? > What are we gonna do? > He's playing the
species card. > Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! > Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the
bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! > The court finds in favor of the bees! > Vanessa, we won! > I knew
you could do it! High-five! > Sorry. > 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. > This is an unholy perversion of
the balance of nature, Benson. > You'll regret this. > Barry, how much honey is out there? > All right. One
at a time. > Barry, who are you wearing? > My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. > What if
Montgomery's right? > What do you mean? > We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million
years. > Congratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? > First, we'll demand a
complete shutdown of all bee work camps. > Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with,
every last drop. > We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a > filthy,
smelly, bad-breath stink machine. > We're all aware of what they do in the woods. > Wait for my signal.
Take him out. > He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. > And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames... > But it's just a prance-about stage name! > ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products and la-dee-da > human tea-time snack garnishments. > Can't breathe. > Bring it
in, boys! > Hold it right there! Good. > Tap it. > Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups and there's
gallons more coming! > I think we need to shut down! > Shut down? We've never shut down. > Shut
down honey production! > Stop making honey! > Turn your key, sir! > What do we do now? >
Cannonball! > We're shutting honey production! > Mission abort. > Aborting pollination and nectar
detail. > Returning to base. > Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. > Oh, yeah? >
What's going on? Where is everybody? > Are they out celebrating? > 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. > At least we got our honey back. > 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. > 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. > You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? > What did you want to
show me? > This. > What happened here? > That is not the half of it. > Oh, no. Oh, my. > They're all
wilting. > Doesn't look very good, does it? > No. > And whose fault do you think that is? > You know, I'm
gonna guess bees. > Bees? > Specifically, me. > I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would
affect all these > things. > It's not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. > That's our whole
SAT test right there. > Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. > And then, of course...
> The human species? > So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, > couldn't it? > I
know this is also partly my fault. > How about a suicide pact? > How do we do it? > I'll sting you, you step
on me. > That just kills you twice. > Right, right. > Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. > I had to
open my mouth and talk. > Vanessa? > Vanessa? Why are you leaving? > Where are you going? > 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. > Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. > I
never meant it to turn out like this. > I know. Me neither. > Tournament of Roses. > Roses can't do sports.
> Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? > Roses! > Vanessa! > Roses?! > Barry? > Roses are flowers! > Yes, they
are. > Flowers, bees, pollen! > I know. > That's why this is the last parade. > Maybe not. > Could you ask
him to slow down? > Could you slow down? > Barry! > OK, I made a huge mistake. > This is a total
disaster, all my fault. > Yes, it kind of is. > I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower
shop. I've > made it worse. > Actually, it's completely closed down. > I thought maybe you were
remodeling. > But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. > I don't want
to hear it! > All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. > I know every bee, plant and flower
bud in this park. > All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. > Bees. > Park.
> Pollen! > Flowers. > Repollination! > Across the nation! > Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California. >
They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. > Security will be tight. > I have an idea. >
Vanessa Bloome, FTD. > Official floral business. It's real. > Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. > Thank you. It was
a gift. > Once inside, we just pick the right float. > How about The Princess and the Pea? > I could be the
princess, and you could be the pea! > Yes, I got it. > Where should I sit? > What are you? > I believe I'm
the pea. > The pea? > It goes under the mattresses. > Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. > I'm getting the
marshal. > You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! > Let's see what this baby'll do. > Hey, what are you
doing?! > Then all we do is blend in with traffic... without arousing suspicion. > Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us. > Stop! Security. > You and your insect pack your float? > Yes. > Has it been in
your possession the entire time? > Would you remove your shoes? > Remove your stinger. > It's part of
me. > I know. Just having some fun. > Enjoy your flight. > Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough
pollen to do the job. > Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the > job! > I
think this is gonna work. > It's got to work. > 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. > Barry, these are cut
flowers with no water. They'll never make it. > I gotta get up there and talk to them. > Be careful. > Can I
get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking > inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. >
Captain, I'm in a real situation. > What'd you say, Hal? > Nothing. > Bee! > Don't freak out! My entire
species... > What are you doing? > Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! > Who's an attorney? > Don't move. >
Oh, Barry. > Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa > Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! > What happened here? > There was a DustBuster, a
toupee, a life raft exploded. > One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! > Is that another
bee joke? > No! > No one's flying the plane! > This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? >
This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. > Where's the pilot? > He's unconscious, and so is
the copilot. > Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? > As a matter of fact, there is. >
Who's that? > Barry Benson. > From the honey trial?! Oh, great. > Vanessa, this is nothing more than a
big metal bee. > It's got giant wings, huge engines. > I can't fly a plane. > Why not? Isn't John Travolta a
pilot? > Yes. > How hard could it be? > Wait, Barry! > We're headed into some lightning. > This is Bob
Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, > where a suspenseful scene is developing.
> Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... > That's Barry! > ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded
with people, flowers and an > incapacitated flight crew. > Flowers?! > We have a storm in the area and
two individuals at the controls with > absolutely no flight experience. > Just a minute. There's a bee on
that plane. > I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. > They've done enough
damage. > But isn't he your only hope? > Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. > Their wings
are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? > "The surface area of the wings and body mass
make no sense." > Get this on the air! > Got it. > Stand by. > We're going live. > The way we work may be
a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees > doing a lot of small jobs. > But let me tell you about
a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big > difference. > More than we realized. To us, to everyone. >
That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee > way! We're not made of Jell-O. >
We get behind a fellow. > Black and yellow! > Hello! > Left, right, down, hover. > Hover? > Forget hover. >
This isn't so hard. > Beep-beep! Beep-beep! > Barry, what happened?! > Wait, I think we were on
autopilot the whole time. > That may have been helping me. > And now we're not! > So it turns out I
cannot fly a plane. > All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! > Move out! > Our only chance is
if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the > plane! > Don't have to yell. > I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble. > It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! > It's not a
tone. I'm panicking! > I can't do this! > Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! > You
snap out of it. > You snap out of it. > You snap out of it! > You snap out of it! > You snap out of it! > You
snap out of it! > You snap out of it! > You snap out of it! > Hold it! > Why? Come on, it's my turn. > How is
the plane flying? > I don't know. > Hello? > Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? > The
Pollen Jocks! > They do get behind a fellow. > Black and yellow. > Hello. > All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop. > Where? I can't see anything. Can you? > No, nothing. It's all cloudy. > Come on. You
got to think bee, Barry. > Thinking bee. > Thinking bee. > Thinking bee! > Thinking bee! Thinking bee! >
Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. > What? > I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. > Like a 27-
million-year-old instinct. > Bring the nose down. > Thinking bee! > Thinking bee! Thinking bee! > What in
the world is on the tarmac? > Get some lights on that! > Thinking bee! > Thinking bee! Thinking bee! >
Vanessa, aim for the flower. > OK. > Cut the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? >
Affirmative! > Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. > Land on that flower! > Ready? Full reverse! > Spin it
around! > Not that flower! The other one! > Which one? > That flower. > I'm aiming at the flower! >
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. > I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! > Pull
forward. Nose down. Tail up. > Rotate around it. > This is insane, Barry! > This's the only way I know how
to fly. > Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? > Get your nose in there.
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. > Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! > Yes. No high-five!
> Right. > Barry, it worked! > Did you see the giant flower? > What giant flower? Where? Of course > I
saw the flower! That was genius! > Thank you. > But we're not done yet. > Listen, everyone! > This
runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers > available anywhere on Earth. > That means
this is our Last Chance. We're the only ones who make honey, > pollinate flowers and dress like this. > If
we're 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? > We're bees! > Keychain! > Then follow me! Except
Keychain. > Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. > Yeah! > I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I
gotta do are the sleeves. > Oh, yeah. > That's our Barry. > Mom! The bees are back! > If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be > working late tonight! > Here's your change. Have
a great afternoon! Can I help who's next? > Would you like some honey with that? > It is bee-approved.
Don't forget these. > Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! > Sometimes I just feel like
a piece of meat! > I had no idea. > Barry, I'm sorry. > Have you got a moment? > Would you excuse me? >
My mosquito associate will help you. > Sorry I'm late. > He's a lawyer too? > I was already a blood-
sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. > Have a great afternoon! > Barry, I just got this huge tulip
order, and I can't get them anywhere. > No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. > You're a lifesaver,
Barry. Can I help who's next? > All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. > Thank you, Barry! > That bee is
living my life! > Let it go, Kenny. > When will this nightmare end?! > Let it all go. > Beautiful day to fly. >
Sure is. > Between you and me, > I was dying to get out of that office. > You have got to start thinking
bee, my friend. > Thinking bee! > Me? > Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. > I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
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>> ------------------------------ >> >> 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! >> Coming! >> Hang on a second. >> Hello? >> Barry? >> Adam? >> Can 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 City graduating class of 9:15. >> That concludes our ceremonies And begins your
career at Honex Industries! >> Will we pick our job 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? >> Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after
you pour it. >> Saves us millions. >> Can 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. Check 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't
just 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. >> Couple 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.
>> Come 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!
Congratulations! >> Step to the side. >> What'd you get? >> Picking crud out. Stellar! >> Wow! >> Couple
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. >> Murphy's
in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! >> That's awful. >> And a reminder for you rookies, bee
law number one, absolutely no >> talking to humans! >> All right, launch positions! >> Buzz, buzz, buzz,
buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! >> Black and yellow! >> Hello! >> You ready for this,
hot shot? >> Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. >> Wind, check. >> Antennae, check. >> Nectar pack, check. >>
Wings, check. >> Stinger, check. >> Scared out of my shorts, check. >> OK, ladies, >> let's move it out! >>
Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! >> All of you, drain those flowers! >> Wow! I'm out! >>
I can't believe I'm out! >> So blue. >> I feel so fast and free! >> Box kite! >> Wow! >> Flowers! >> This is
Blue Leader, We have roses visual. >> Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. >> Roses! >> 30 degrees,
roger. Bringing it around. >> Stand to the side, kid. >> It's got a bit of a kick. >> That is one nectar
collector! >> Ever see pollination up close? >> No, sir. >> 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. >> That's amazing.
Why do we do that? >> That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey >> for
us. >> Cool. >> I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow, Could be daisies, Don't we need >> those? >> Copy
that visual. >> Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. >> Say again? You're reporting a
moving flower? >> Affirmative. >> That was on the line! >> This is the coolest. What is it? >> I don't
know, but I'm loving this color. >> It smells good. >> Not like a flower, but I like it. >> Yeah, fuzzy. >>
Chemical-y. >> Careful, guys. It's a little grabby. >> My sweet lord of bees! >> Candy-brain, get off there!
>> Problem! >> Guys! >> This could be bad. >> Affirmative. >> Very close. >> Gonna hurt. >> Mama's
little boy. >> You are way out of position, rookie! >> Coming in at you like a missile! >> Help me! >> I
don't think these are flowers. >> Should we tell him? >> I think he knows. >> What is this?! >> Match
point! >> You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! >> Yowser! >> Gross. >>
There's a bee in the car! >> Do something! >> I'm driving! >> Hi, bee. >> He's back here! >> He's going to
sting me! >> Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! >> He blinked! >> Spray him,
Granny! >> What are you doing?! >> Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. >> I gotta get
home. >> Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. >> Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! >> Ken,
could you close the window please? >> Ken, could you close the window please? >> Check out my new
resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? >> Folds out. >> Oh, no. More humans. I don't need
this. >> What was that? >> Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... >> Drapes!
>> That is diabolical. >> It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite >> movies. >>
What's number one? Star Wars? >> Nah, I don't go for that... kind of stuff. >> No wonder we shouldn't
talk to them. They're out of their minds. >> When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't
believe what >> I say. >> There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. >> I don't remember the sun having a
big 75 on it. >> I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I >> thought it was just
me. >> Wait! Stop! Bee! >> Stand back. These are winter boots. >> Wait! >> Don't kill him! >> You know
I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! >> Why does his life have less value than yours? >> Why
does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? >> I'm just saying all life has value.
You don't know what he's capable of >> feeling. >> My brochure! >> There you go, little guy. >> I'm not
scared of him.It's an allergic thing. >> Put that on your resume brochure. >> My whole face could puff
up. >> Make it one of your special skills. >> Knocking someone out is also a special skill. >> Right. Bye,
Vanessa. Thanks. >> Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? >> Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. >> You could
put carob chips on there. >> Bye. >> Supposed to be less calories. >> Bye. >> I gotta say something. She
saved my life. I gotta say something. >> All right, here it goes. >> 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. >> Oh, I can't do it. Come on! >> No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. >> How should I start it? "You
like jazz?" No, that's no good. >> Here she comes! Speak, you fool! >> Hi! >> I'm sorry. You're talking. >>
Yes, I know. >> You're talking! >> I'm so sorry. >> No, it's OK. It's fine. >> I know I'm dreaming. But I don't
recall going to bed. >> Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. >> This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean,
you're a bee! >> I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, 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. >> That was a little weird. I'm
talking with a bee. >> Yeah. >> I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! >> I just want to say I'm
grateful. >> I'll leave now. >> Wait! How did you learn to do that? >> What? >> The talking thing. >>
Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. >> That's very funny. >> Yeah. >> Bees
are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal >> with. >> Anyway... Can I... get you
something? >> Like what? >> I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee? >> I don't want to put you out.
>> It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. >> It's just coffee. >> I hate to impose. >> Don't be ridiculous! >>
Actually, I would love a cup. >> Hey, you want rum cake? >> I shouldn't. >> Have some. >> No, I can't. >>
Come on! >> I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. >> Where? >> These stripes don't help. >> You look
great! >> I don't know if you know anything about fashion. >> Are you all right? >> No. >> 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?" >> Is that a bee joke? >> That's the kind of stuff we do. >> Yeah, different.
>> So, what are you gonna do, 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. >> I know how you feel. >> You do? >> Sure. >> My parents wanted
me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a >> florist. >> Really? >> My only interest is flowers. >>
Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. >> Anyway, if you look... There's my
hive right there. See it? >> You're in Sheep Meadow! >> Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! >> No way! I
know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. >> Why do girls put rings on their toes? >> Why not? >> It's
like putting a hat on your knee. >> Maybe I'll try that. >> You all right, ma'am? >> Oh, yeah. Fine. >> Just
having two cups of coffee! >> Anyway, this has been great. >> Thanks for the coffee. >> Yeah, it's no
trouble. >> Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. >> Are you...? >> Can I take a
piece of this with me? >> Sure! Here, have a crumb. >> Thanks! >> Yeah. >> All right. Well, then... I guess
I'll see you around. Or not. >> OK, Barry. >> And thank you so much again... for before. >> Oh, that? That
was nothing. >> Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... >> This can't possibly work. >> He's all set to go. >>
We may as well try it. >> OK, Dave, pull the chute. >> Sounds amazing. >> It was amazing! >> It was the
scariest, happiest moment of my life. >> Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! >> Giant, scary
humans! >> What were they like? >> Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. >> They eat crazy giant things. >>
They drive crazy. >> Do they try and kill you, like on TV? >> Some of them. But some of them don't. >>
How'd you get back? >> Poodle. >> You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. >> You
had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. >> Well... >> Well? >> Well, I met
someone. >> You did? Was she Bee-ish? >> A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! >> No, no, no, not a wasp.
>> Spider? >> I'm not attracted to spiders. >> I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I
can't get >> by that face. >> So who is she? >> She's... human. >> No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't
break a bee law. >> Her name's Vanessa. >> Oh, boy. >> She's so nice. And she's a florist! >> Oh, no!
You're dating a human florist! >> We're not dating. >> You're flying outside The Hive, talking to humans
that attack our homes >> with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! >> She saved
my life! And she understands me. >> This is over! >> Eat this. >> This is not over! What was that? >> They
call it a crumb. >> It was so stingin' stripey! >> And that's not what they eat. >> That's what falls off what
they eat! >> You know what a Cinnabon is? >> No. >> It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it
up... >> Sit down! >> ...really hot! >> Listen to me! >> We are not them! We're us. >> There's us and
there's them! >> Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? >> There's no yearning. Stop
yearning. Listen to me! >> You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! >> Thinking bee.
>> Thinking bee. >> Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! >> There he is. He's in the
pool. >> You know what your problem is, Barry? >> I gotta start thinking bee? >> How much longer will
this go on? >> It's been three days! Why aren't you working? >> I've got a lot of big life decisions to think
about. >> What life? You have no life! >> You have no job. You're barely a bee! >> Would it kill you to
make a little honey? >> Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. >> Martin, would you talk to him?
>> Barry, I'm talking to you! >> You coming? >> Got everything? >> All set! >> Go ahead. I'll catch up. >>
Don't be too long. >> Watch this! >> Vanessa! >> We're still here. >> I told you not to yell at him. >> He
doesn't respond to yelling! >> Then why yell at me? >> Because you don't listen! >> I'm not listening to
this. >> Sorry, I've gotta go. >> Where are you going? >> I'm meeting a friend. >> A girl? Is this why you
can't decide? >> Bye. >> I just hope she's Bee-ish. >> They have a huge parade of flowers every year in
Pasadena? >> To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! >> Up on a float,
surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. >> A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? >>
No. All right, I've got one. >> How come you don't fly everywhere? >> It's exhausting. Why don't you run
everywhere? It's faster. >> Yeah, OK, I see, I see. >> All right, your turn. >> TiVo. You can just freeze live
TV? That's insane! >> You don't have that? >> We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible
disease. >> Oh, my. >> Dumb bees! >> You must want to sting all those jerks. >> We try not to sting. It's
usually fatal for us. >> So you have to watch your temper. >> 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. >>
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? >> Yeah. >> What is wrong with you?! >> It's a bug. >> He's not bothering
anybody. >> Get out of here, you creep! >> What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? >> Yeah, it was. How
did you know? >> It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. >> You've really got
that down to a science. >> I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. >> I'll bet. >> What in the name of Mighty
Hercules is this? >> How did this get here? cute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private >> Select? >> Is
he that actor? >> I never heard of him. >> Why is this here? >> For people. We eat it. >> You don't have
enough food of your own? >> Well, yes. >> How do you get it? >> Bees make it. >> I know who makes it!
And it's hard to make it! >> There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! >> It's
organic. >> It's our-ganic! >> It's just honey, 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! >> Hey, Hector. You
almost done? >> Almost. >> He is here. I sense it. >> Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this
nice honey out, with >> no one around. >> You're busted, box boy! >> I knew I heard something. >> So
you can talk! >> I can talk. And now you'll start talking! >> Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's
your supplier? >> I don't understand. >> I thought we were friends. >> The last thing we want to do is
upset bees! >> You're too late! It's ours now! >> You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! >> You, sir, will
be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! >> Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! >> Honey Farms! It
comes from Honey Farms! >> Crazy person! >> What horrible thing has happened here? >> These faces,
they never knew what hit them. And now >> they're on the road to nowhere! >> Just keep still. >> What?
You're not dead? >> Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? >> To
Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. >> I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows
your head off! >> I'm going to Tacoma. >> And you? >> He really is dead. >> All right. >> Uh-oh! >> What
is that?! >> Oh, no! >> A wiper! Triple blade! >> Triple blade? >> Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! >>
Why does everything have >> to be so doggone clean?! >> How much do you people need to see?! >>
Open your eyes! >> Stick your head out the window! >> From NPR News in Washington, >> I'm Carl
Kasell. >> But don't kill no more bugs! >> Bee! >> Moose blood guy!! >> You hear something? >> Like
what? >> Like tiny screaming. >> Turn off the radio. >> Whassup, bee boy? >> Hey, Blood. >> Just a row
of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. >> Wow! >> I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're
getting it. I mean, >> that honey's ours. >> Bees hang tight. We're all jammed in. >> It's a close
community. >> Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. >> What if you get in trouble?
>> You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a >> mosquito, smack, smack!
>> At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. >> Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a
moth, dragonfly. Mosquito >> girl don't want no mosquito. >> You got to be kidding me! >>
Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! >> Hey, guys! >> Mooseblood! >> I knew I'd
catch y'all down here. >> Did you bring your crazy straw? >> We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's
pretty much pure >> profit. >> What is this place? >> A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. >> They
are pinheads! >> Pinhead. >> Check out the new smoker. >> Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The
Thomas 3000! >> Smoker? >> Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. >> A
couple breaths of this knocks them right out. >> They make the honey, and we make the money. >>
"They make the honey, and we make the money"? >> Oh, my! >> What's going on? Are you OK? >> Yeah.
It doesn't last too long. >> Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? >> Our queen was moved
here. We had no choice. >> This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen!
>> What is this? >> Oh, no! >> There's hundreds of them! >> 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. >>
Oh, Barry, stop. >> Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. >> Do these look like
rumors? >> That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did >> you get mixed
up in this? >> He's been talking to humans. >> What? Talking to humans?! >> He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out! >> Make out? Barry! >> We do not. >> You wish you could. >> Whose side are you
on? >> The bees! >> I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all >> night. >>
Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? >> 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. >> I remember that. >> 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! >> Even if it's true, what can one bee do? >>
Sting them where it really hurts. >> In the face! The eye! >> That would hurt. >> No. >> Up the nose?
That's a killer. >> There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it >> matters. >>
Hive at Five, The Hive's only full-hour action news source. >> No more bee beards! >> With Bob Bumble
at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports >> with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Chung. >> Good
evening. I'm Bob Bumble. >> And I'm Jeanette Ohung. >> A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue
the human race for >> stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! >> 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. >> Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. >> Did you ever
think, "I'm a kid from The Hive. I can't do this"? >> Bees have never been afraid to change the world. >>
What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? >> Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. >> We
were thinking of stickball or candy stores. >> How old are you? >> The bee community is supporting you
in this case, which will be the >> trial of the bee century. >> You know, they have a Larry King in the
human world too. >> It's a common name. Next week... >> He looks like you and has a show and
suspenders and colored dots... >> Next week... >> Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even
though you just heard >> 'em. >> Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. >> Always
leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. >> In tennis, you attack at the point of
weakness! >> It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. >> Honey, her backhand's a joke! >> I'm not gonna
take advantage of that? >> Quiet, please. >> Actual work going on here. >> Is that that same bee? >> Yes,
it is! >> I'm helping him sue the human race. >> Hello. >> Hello, bee. >> This is Ken. >> Yeah, I remember
you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I >> believe. >> Why does he talk again? >> Listen, you
better go 'cause we're really busy working. >> But it's our yogurt night! >> Bye-bye. >> Why is yogurt
night so difficult?! >> You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! >> Yes, and Adam here has
been a huge help. >> Frosting... >> How many sugars? >> Just one. I try not to use the competition. >> So
why are you helping me? >> Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of >>
flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. >> Those are great, if you're three. >> And artificial
flowers. >> Oh, those just get me psychotic! >> Yeah, me too. >> Bent stingers, pointless pollination. >>
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. >> This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. >> I guess. >> You sure you want to go
through with it? >> 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! >> 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. >> What have we gotten into here, Barry? >> It's pretty big, isn't it? >> I can't believe
how many humans don't work during the day. >> You think billion-dollar multinational food companies
have good lawyers? >> Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. >> What's the matter? >> I don't
know, I just got a chill. >> Well, if it isn't the bee team. >> You boys work on this? >> All rise! The
Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. >> 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? >> A privilege. >> Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of
the world? >> I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. >> Mr. Montgomery, your opening
statement, please. >> 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! >> 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! >> Mr. Benson? >> 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! >> I wish he'd dress
like that all the time. So nice! >> Call your first witness. >> So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms,
big company you have. >> I suppose so. >> I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! >> Yes, they
provide beekeepers for our farms. >> Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. >> I don't
imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? >> No. >> I couldn't hear you. >> No. >> 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. >> They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. >> You
mean like this? >> Bears kill bees! >> How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting
into >> your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him >> away. >> So, Mr.
Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. Where >> have I heard it before? >> I was with
a band called The Police. >> But you've never been a police officer, have you? >> No, I haven't. >> 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. >> Oh, please. >> Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
Because I'm feeling a little stung, >> Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! >> That's not his real
name?! You idiots! >> Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest >> spot on
ER in 2005. >> Thank you. Thank you. >> I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a
churning >> inner turmoil that's ready to blow. >> I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? >> 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? >> Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! >> This isn't a goodfella. >>
This is a badfella! >> Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! >> Order in
this court! >> You're all thinking it! >> Order! Order, I say! >> Say it! >> Mr. Liotta, please sit down! >> I
think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think >> the jury's on our side. >> Are we
doing everything right, legally? >> I'm a florist. >> Right. Well, here's to a great team. >> To a great team!
>> Well, hello. >> Ken! >> Hello. >> I didn't think you were coming. >> No, I was just late I tried to call,
but... the battery. >> I didn't want all this to go to waste, >> so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. >> Oh,
that was lucky. >> There's a little left. I could heat it up. >> Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. >> So I hear
you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game >> myself. The ball's a little grabby. >> That's
where I usually sit. Right... there. >> Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that
eating >> with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. >> You think I don't see what you're doing? >> I know
how hard it is to find the right job. We have that in common. >> Do we? >> Bees have 100 percent
employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud >> out. >> That's just what I was thinking about doing.
>> Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all >> right. >> I'm going to drain the old
stinger. >> Yeah, you do that. >> Look at that. >> You know, I've just about had it with your little Mind
Games. >> What's that? >> Italian Vogue. >> Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. >> A lot of ads. >>
Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? >> Funny, I just can't seem to recall
that! I think something stinks in >> here! >> I love the smell of flowers. >> How do you like the smell of
flames?! >> Not as much. >> Water bug! Not taking sides! >> Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! >> This is
pathetic! >> I've got issues! >> Well, well, well, a royal flush! >> You're bluffing. >> Am I? >> Surf's up,
dude! >> Poo water! >> That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! >> Kenneth! What are
you doing?! >> You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! >> We need to talk! He's just a little bee!
>> And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! >> Long time? What are you talking
about?! Are there other bugs in your >> life? >> No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And
you're one of >> them! >> Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... >> My nerves are fried from riding on this
emotional roller coaster! >> Goodbye, Ken. >> And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners >> made by man! >> I'm sorry about all that. >> I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! >> 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? >> I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. >> We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. >> Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best
>> lawyers... >> Yeah. >> Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be >> all
over. >> 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. >> You got the tweezers? >> Are you allergic? >> 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 to that woman? >> We're friends. >> Good friends? >> Yes. >> How good? Do you live
together? >> Wait a minute... Are you her little... bedbug? >> I've seen a bee documentary or two. From
what I understand, doesn't your >> queen give birth to all the bee children? >> Yeah, but... >> So those
aren't your real parents! >> Oh, Barry... >> Yes, they are! >> Hold me back! >> You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson? >> He's denouncing bees! >> Don't y'all date your cousins? >> Objection! >> I'm
going to pincushion this guy! >> Adam, don't! It's what he wants! >> Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! >>
Order! Order! >> The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by >> a winged
beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! >> They're striped savages! Stinging's the
only thing they know! It's their >> way! >> Adam, stay with me. >> I can't feel my legs. >> What Angel of
Mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving >> buttocks? >> I will have order in this
court. Order! Order, please! >> 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. >> Hey, buddy.
>> Hey. >> Is there much pain? >> Yeah. >> I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? >> It doesn't matter. What
matters is >> you're alive. You could have died. >> I'd be better off dead. Look at me. >> They got it from
the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, >> there's a little celery still on it. >> What was it like
to sting someone? >> I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then...and then >> ecstasy! >> All
right. >> You think it was all a trap? >> 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. >> What will the humans do to us if
they win? >> I don't know. >> I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. >> Adam,
they check in, but they don't check out! >> Oh, my. >> Could you get a nurse to close that window? >>
Why? >> The smoke. >> Bees don't smoke. >> Right. Bees don't smoke. >> Bees don't smoke! >> But
some bees are smoking. >> That's it! That's our case! >> It is? It's not over? >> Get dressed. I've gotta go
somewhere. >> Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. >> And assuming you've done step
correctly, you're ready for the tub. >> Mr. Flayman. >> Yes? Yes, Your Honor! >> Where is the rest of your
team? >> 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... >> 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! >> Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's >> motion. >>
But you can't! We have a terrific case. >> Where is your proof? >> Where is the evidence? >> Show me
the smoking gun! >> Hold it, Your Honor! >> You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. >>
What is that? >> It's a bee smoker! >> What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a
fly, >> let alone a bee. >> 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? >> What are
we gonna do? >> He's playing the species card. >> Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! >>
Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the >> bees! >> The court finds in favor
of the bees! >> Vanessa, we won! >> I knew you could do it! High-five! >> Sorry. >> 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. >> This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. >> You'll regret this. >>
Barry, how much honey is out there? >> All right. One at a time. >> Barry, who are you wearing? >> My
sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. >> What if Montgomery's right? >> What do you mean? >>
We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. >> Congratulations on your victory. What
will you demand as a settlement? >> First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. >>
Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. >> We demand an end to the
glorification of the bear as anything more than >> a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. >> We're all
aware of what they do in the woods. >> Wait for my signal. Take him out. >> He'll have nauseous for a
few hours, then he'll be fine. >> And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... >> But it's just
a prance-about stage name! >> ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da
>> human tea-time snack garnishments. >> Can't breathe. >> Bring it in, boys! >> Hold it right there!
Good. >> Tap it. >> Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups and there's gallons more coming! >> I think
we need to shut down! >> Shut down? We've never shut down. >> Shut down honey production! >>
Stop making honey! >> Turn your key, sir! >> What do we do now? >> Cannonball! >> We're shutting
honey production! >> Mission abort. >> Aborting pollination and nectar detail. >> Returning to base. >>
Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. >> Oh, yeah? >> What's going on? Where is
everybody? >> Are they out celebrating? >> 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. >> At least we got
our honey back. >> 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. >> 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. >> You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? >> What did you want to
show me? >> This. >> What happened here? >> That is not the half of it. >> Oh, no. Oh, my. >> They're all
wilting. >> Doesn't look very good, does it? >> No. >> And whose fault do you think that is? >> You know,
I'm gonna guess bees. >> Bees? >> Specifically, me. >> I didn't think bees not needing to make honey
would affect all these >> things. >> It's not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. >> That's
our whole SAT test right there. >> Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. >> And
then, of course... >> The human species? >> So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south
here, >> couldn't it? >> I know this is also partly my fault. >> How about a suicide pact? >> How do we do
it? >> I'll sting you, you step on me. >> That just kills you twice. >> Right, right. >> Listen, Barry... sorry,
but I gotta get going. >> I had to open my mouth and talk. >> Vanessa? >> Vanessa? Why are you
leaving? >> Where are you going? >> 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.
>> Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. >> I never meant it to turn out like this. >> I know. Me neither. >>
Tournament of Roses. >> Roses can't do sports. >> Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? >> Roses! >> Vanessa!
>> Roses?! >> Barry? >> Roses are flowers! >> Yes, they are. >> Flowers, bees, pollen! >> I know. >>
That's why this is the last parade. >> Maybe not. >> Could you ask him to slow down? >> Could you slow
down? >> Barry! >> OK, I made a huge mistake. >> This is a total disaster, all my fault. >> Yes, it kind of is.
>> I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've >> made it worse. >> Actually,
it's completely closed down. >> I thought maybe you were remodeling. >> But I have another idea, and
it's greater than my previous ideas >> combined. >> I don't want to hear it! >> All right, they have the
roses, the roses have the pollen. >> I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. >> All we gotta
do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. >> Bees. >> Park. >> Pollen! >> Flowers. >>
Repollination! >> Across the nation! >> Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California. >> They've got
nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. >> Security will be tight. >> I have an idea. >> Vanessa
Bloome, FTD. >> Official floral business. It's real. >> Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. >> Thank you. It was a
gift. >> Once inside, we just pick the right float. >> How about The Princess and the Pea? >> I could be
the princess, and you could be the pea! >> Yes, I got it. >> Where should I sit? >> What are you? >> I
believe I'm the pea. >> The pea? >> It goes under the mattresses. >> Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. >>
I'm getting the marshal. >> You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! >> Let's see what this baby'll do.
>> Hey, what are you doing?! >> Then all we do is blend in with traffic... without arousing suspicion. >>
Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. >> Stop! Security. >> You and your insect pack your float? >>
Yes. >> Has it been in your possession the entire time? >> Would you remove your shoes? >> Remove
your stinger. >> It's part of me. >> I know. Just having some fun. >> Enjoy your flight. >> Then if we're
lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. >> Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just
enough pollen to do the >> job! >> I think this is gonna work. >> It's got to work. >> 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. >> Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. >> I
gotta get up there and talk to them. >> Be careful. >> Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like
to order the talking >> inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. >> Captain, I'm in a real situation. >> What'd
you say, Hal? >> Nothing. >> Bee! >> Don't freak out! My entire species... >> What are you doing? >>
Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! >> Who's an attorney? >> Don't move. >> Oh, Barry. >> Good afternoon,
passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa >> Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit?
And please hurry! >> What happened here? >> There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. >>
One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! >> Is that another bee joke? >> No! >> No one's
flying the plane! >> This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? >> This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York. >> Where's the pilot? >> He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. >> Not
good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? >> As a matter of fact, there is. >> Who's that? >>
Barry Benson. >> From the honey trial?! Oh, great. >> Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee.
>> It's got giant wings, huge engines. >> I can't fly a plane. >> Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? >>
Yes. >> How hard could it be? >> Wait, Barry! >> We're headed into some lightning. >> This is Bob
Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, >> where a suspenseful scene is
developing. >> Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... >> That's Barry! >> ...is attempting to land a
plane, loaded with people, flowers and an >> incapacitated flight crew. >> Flowers?! >> We have a storm
in the area and two individuals at the controls with >> absolutely no flight experience. >> Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane. >> I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. >>
They've done enough damage. >> But isn't he your only hope? >> Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to
fly at all. >> Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? >> "The surface area of
the wings and body mass make no sense." >> Get this on the air! >> Got it. >> Stand by. >> We're going
live. >> The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of >> bees doing a lot of
small jobs. >> But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big >> difference. >> More
than we realized. To us, to everyone. >> That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's
the bee >> way! We're not made of Jell-O. >> We get behind a fellow. >> Black and yellow! >> Hello! >>
Left, right, down, hover. >> Hover? >> Forget hover. >> This isn't so hard. >> Beep-beep! Beep-beep! >>
Barry, what happened?! >> Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. >> That may have been
helping me. >> And now we're not! >> So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. >> All of you, let's get behind
this fellow! Move it out! >> Move out! >> Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the
wings of >> the plane! >> Don't have to yell. >> I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. >> It's very hard
to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! >> It's not a tone. I'm panicking! >> I can't do this!
>> Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! >> You snap out of it. >> You snap out of it.
>> You snap out of it! >> You snap out of it! >> You snap out of it! >> You snap out of it! >> You snap out
of it! >> You snap out of it! >> Hold it! >> Why? Come on, it's my turn. >> How is the plane flying? >> I
don't know. >> Hello? >> Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? >> The Pollen Jocks! >>
They do get behind a fellow. >> Black and yellow. >> Hello. >> All right, let's drop this tin can on the
blacktop. >> Where? I can't see anything. Can you? >> No, nothing. It's all cloudy. >> Come on. You got to
think bee, Barry. >> Thinking bee. >> Thinking bee. >> Thinking bee! >> Thinking bee! Thinking bee! >>
Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. >> What? >> I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. >> Like a
27-million-year-old instinct. >> Bring the nose down. >> Thinking bee! >> Thinking bee! Thinking bee! >>
What in the world is on the tarmac? >> Get some lights on that! >> Thinking bee! >> Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! >> Vanessa, aim for the flower. >> OK. >> Cut the engines. We're going in on bee power.
Ready, boys? >> Affirmative! >> Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. >> Land on that flower! >> Ready? Full
reverse! >> Spin it around! >> Not that flower! The other one! >> Which one? >> That flower. >> I'm
aiming at the flower! >> That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. >> I mean the giant pulsating flower made of
millions of bees! >> Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. >> Rotate around it. >> This is insane, Barry! >>
This's the only way I know how to fly. >> Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like
pattern? >> Get your nose in there. 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. >> Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly! >> Yes. No high-five! >> Right. >> Barry, it worked! >> Did you see the giant
flower? >> What giant flower? Where? Of course >> I saw the flower! That was genius! >> Thank you. >>
But we're not done yet. >> Listen, everyone! >> This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last
flowers >> available anywhere on Earth. >> That means this is our Last Chance. We're the only ones who
make honey, >> pollinate flowers and dress like this. >> If we're 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?
>> We're bees! >> Keychain! >> Then follow me! Except Keychain. >> Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned
this. >> Yeah! >> I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the >> sleeves. >> Oh, yeah. >>
That's our Barry. >> Mom! The bees are back! >> If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a
feeling we'll >> be working late tonight! >> Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Can I help who's
next? >> Would you like some honey with that? >> It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. >> Milk,
cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! >> Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! >> I had
no idea. >> Barry, I'm sorry. >> Have you got a moment? >> Would you excuse me? >> My mosquito
associate will help you. >> Sorry I'm late. >> He's a lawyer too? >> I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase. >> Have a great afternoon! >> Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I
can't get them anywhere. >> No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. >> You're a lifesaver, Barry. Can I
help who's next? >> All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. >> Thank you, Barry! >> That bee is living
my life! >> Let it go, Kenny. >> When will this nightmare end?! >> Let it all go. >> Beautiful day to fly. >>
Sure is. >> Between you and me, >> I was dying to get out of that office. >> You have got to start thinking
bee, my friend. >> Thinking bee! >> Me? >> Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. >> I'm sorry. I'm
sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? >> I'm not making a major life decision during a production number!
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@KyomiTheCat

KyomiTheCat commented on 31 Aug 2021

Why hello there.

@SystematicError

SystematicError commented on 2 Sep 2021

I must ask, how do y'all end up finding this gist? It was created like 3 years ago and I do not recall sharing
the link anywhere (I was using it myself as some test text for something)

I was testing lolcat and curl in Linux and I searched "Bee movie script raw" on duckduckgo and this was
the first result

@SystematicError

SystematicError commented on 2 Sep 2021

Works beautifully though

@MooseHole

MooseHole commented on 9 Sep 2021

Excellent script! Here are a few corrections:

Line 721: "Chung"

Line 727: "Columbus"

Line 972: "Step 29"

@DaveDood2

DaveDood2 commented on 14 Nov 2021

Thanks for this script! I have used it in a meme project for the game Manyland:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Manyland/comments/qmw6is/yep_all_of_it/

@plastjor000

plastjor000 commented on 6 May

Omg bee movie 😳

@KyomiTheCat

KyomiTheCat commented on 9 May

Hello again!

@UnawakenedAspect

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I could say anything right now.

I'm gonna g🗿t an ant tattoo!

L🗿t's op🗿n som🗿 hon🗿y and c🗿l🗿brat🗿!

Mayb🗿 I'll pi🗿rc🗿 my thorax. Shav🗿 my ant🗿nna🗿. Shack up with a grasshopp🗿r. G🗿t a gold tooth
and call 🗿v🗿rybody "dawg"!

I'm so proud.

W🗿'r🗿 starting work today!

Today's th🗿 day.

Com🗿 on! All th🗿 good jobs will b🗿 gon🗿.

Y🗿ah, right.

Poll🗿n counting, stunt b🗿🗿, pouring, stirr🗿r, front d🗿sk, hair r🗿moval...

Is it still availabl🗿?

Hang on. Two l🗿ft!

On🗿 of th🗿m's yours! Congratulations!

St🗿p to th🗿 sid🗿.

What'd you g🗿t?

Picking crud out. St🗿llar!

Wow!

Coupl🗿 of n🗿wbi🗿s?

Y🗿s, sir! Our first day! W🗿 ar🗿 r🗿ady!

Mak🗿 your choic🗿.

You want to go first?

No, you go.

Oh, my. What's availabl🗿?

R🗿stroom att🗿ndant's op🗿n, not for th🗿 r🗿ason you think.

Any chanc🗿 of g🗿tting th🗿 Kr🗿lman?

Sur🗿, you'r🗿 on.

I'm sorry, th🗿 Kr🗿lman just clos🗿d out.

Wax monk🗿y's always op🗿n.

Th🗿 Kr🗿lman op🗿n🗿d up again.

What happ🗿n🗿d?

A b🗿🗿 di🗿d. Mak🗿s an op🗿ning. S🗿🗿? H🗿's d🗿ad. Anoth🗿r d🗿ad on🗿.

D🗿ady. D🗿adifi🗿d. Two mor🗿 d🗿ad.

D🗿ad from th🗿 n🗿ck up. D🗿ad from th🗿 n🗿ck down. That's lif🗿!

Oh, this is so hard!

H🗿ating, cooling, stunt b🗿🗿, pour🗿r, stirr🗿r, humming, insp🗿ctor numb🗿r s🗿v🗿n, lint
coordinator, strip🗿 sup🗿rvisor, mit🗿 wrangl🗿r.

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

Barry!

All right, w🗿'v🗿 got th🗿 sunflow🗿r patch in quadrant nin🗿...

What happ🗿n🗿d to you?

Wh🗿r🗿 ar🗿 you?

I'm going out.

Out? Out wh🗿r🗿?

Out th🗿r🗿.

Oh, no!

I hav🗿 to, b🗿for🗿 I go to work for th🗿 r🗿st of my lif🗿.

You'r🗿 gonna di🗿! You'r🗿 crazy! H🗿llo?

Anoth🗿r call coming in.

If anyon🗿's f🗿🗿ling brav🗿, th🗿r🗿's a Kor🗿an d🗿li on 83rd that g🗿ts th🗿ir ros🗿s today.

H🗿y, guys.
Look at that.

Isn't that th🗿 kid w🗿 saw y🗿st🗿rday?

Hold it, son, flight d🗿ck's r🗿strict🗿d.

It's OK, Lou. W🗿'r🗿 gonna tak🗿 him up.

R🗿ally? F🗿🗿ling lucky, ar🗿 you?

Sign h🗿r🗿, h🗿r🗿. Just initial that.

Thank you.

OK.

You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, b🗿🗿s cannot fly in rain.

So b🗿 car🗿ful. As always, watch your brooms, hock🗿y sticks, dogs, birds, b🗿ars and bats.

Also, I got a coupl🗿 of r🗿ports of root b🗿🗿r b🗿ing pour🗿d on us.

Murphy's in a hom🗿 b🗿caus🗿 of it, babbling lik🗿 a cicada!

That's awful.

And a r🗿mind🗿r for you rooki🗿s, b🗿🗿 law numb🗿r on🗿, absolut🗿ly no talking to humans!

All right, launch positions!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Black and y🗿llow!

H🗿llo!

You r🗿ady for this, hot shot?

Y🗿ah. Y🗿ah, bring it on.

Wind, ch🗿ck.

Ant🗿nna🗿, ch🗿ck.

N🗿ctar pack, ch🗿ck.

Wings, ch🗿ck.
Sting🗿r, ch🗿ck.

Scar🗿d out of my shorts, ch🗿ck.

OK, ladi🗿s,

l🗿t's mov🗿 it out!

Pound thos🗿 p🗿tunias, you strip🗿d st🗿m-suck🗿rs!

All of you, drain thos🗿 flow🗿rs!

Wow! I'm out!

I can't b🗿li🗿v🗿 I'm out!

So blu🗿.

I f🗿🗿l so fast and fr🗿🗿!

Box kit🗿!

Wow!

Flow🗿rs!

This is Blu🗿 L🗿ad🗿r, W🗿 hav🗿 ros🗿s visual.

Bring it around 30 d🗿gr🗿🗿s and hold.

Ros🗿s!

30 d🗿gr🗿🗿s, rog🗿r. Bringing it around.

Stand to th🗿 sid🗿, kid.

It's got a bit of a kick.

That is on🗿 n🗿ctar coll🗿ctor!

🗿v🗿r s🗿🗿 pollination up clos🗿?

No, sir.

I pick up som🗿 poll🗿n h🗿r🗿, sprinkl🗿 it ov🗿r h🗿r🗿. Mayb🗿 a dash ov🗿r th🗿r🗿, a pinch on that
on🗿.

S🗿🗿 that? It's a littl🗿 bit of magic.

That's amazing. Why do w🗿 do that?

That's poll🗿n pow🗿r. Mor🗿 poll🗿n, mor🗿 flow🗿rs, mor🗿 n🗿ctar, mor🗿 hon🗿y for us.

Cool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright y🗿llow, Could b🗿 daisi🗿s, Don't w🗿 n🗿🗿d thos🗿?

Copy that visual.

Wait. On🗿 of th🗿s🗿 flow🗿rs s🗿🗿ms to b🗿 on th🗿 mov🗿.

Say again? You'r🗿 r🗿porting a moving flow🗿r?

Affirmativ🗿.

That was on th🗿 lin🗿!

This is th🗿 cool🗿st. What is it?

I don't know, but I'm loving this color.

It sm🗿lls good.

Not lik🗿 a flow🗿r, but I lik🗿 it.

Y🗿ah, fuzzy.

Ch🗿mical-y.

Car🗿ful, guys. It's a littl🗿 grabby.

My sw🗿🗿t lord of b🗿🗿s!

Candy-brain, g🗿t off th🗿r🗿!

Probl🗿m!

Guys!

This could b🗿 bad.

Affirmativ🗿.

V🗿ry clos🗿.

Gonna hurt.
Mama's littl🗿 boy.

You ar🗿 way out of position, rooki🗿!

Coming in at you lik🗿 a missil🗿!

H🗿lp m🗿!

I don't think th🗿s🗿 ar🗿 flow🗿rs.

Should w🗿 t🗿ll him?

I think h🗿 knows.

What is this?!

Match point!

You can start packing up, hon🗿y, b🗿caus🗿 you'r🗿 about to 🗿at it!

Yows🗿r!

Gross.

Th🗿r🗿's a b🗿🗿 in th🗿 car!

Do som🗿thing!

I'm driving!

Hi, b🗿🗿.

H🗿's back h🗿r🗿!

H🗿's going to sting m🗿!

Nobody mov🗿. If you don't mov🗿, h🗿 won't sting you. Fr🗿🗿z🗿!

H🗿 blink🗿d!

Spray him, Granny!

What ar🗿 you doing?!

Wow... th🗿 t🗿nsion l🗿v🗿l out h🗿r🗿 is unb🗿li🗿vabl🗿.

I gotta g🗿t hom🗿.

Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain.

Mayday! Mayday! B🗿🗿 going down!

K🗿n, could you clos🗿 th🗿 window pl🗿as🗿?

K🗿n, could you clos🗿 th🗿 window pl🗿as🗿?

Ch🗿ck out my n🗿w r🗿sum🗿. I mad🗿 it into a fold-out brochur🗿. You s🗿🗿? Folds out.

Oh, no. Mor🗿 humans. I don't n🗿🗿d this.

What was that?

Mayb🗿 this tim🗿. This tim🗿. This tim🗿. This tim🗿! This tim🗿! This... Drap🗿s!

That is diabolical.

It's fantastic. It's got all my sp🗿cial skills, 🗿v🗿n my top-t🗿n favorit🗿 movi🗿s.

What's numb🗿r on🗿? Star Wars?

Nah, I don't go for that... kind of stuff.

No wond🗿r w🗿 shouldn't talk to th🗿m. Th🗿y'r🗿 out of th🗿ir minds.

Wh🗿n I l🗿av🗿 a job int🗿rvi🗿w, th🗿y'r🗿 flabb🗿rgast🗿d, can't b🗿li🗿v🗿 what I say.

Th🗿r🗿's th🗿 sun. Mayb🗿 that's a way out.

I don't r🗿m🗿mb🗿r th🗿 sun having a big 75 on it.

I pr🗿dict🗿d global warming. I could f🗿🗿l it g🗿tting hott🗿r. At first I thought it was just m🗿.

Wait! Stop! B🗿🗿!

Stand back. Th🗿s🗿 ar🗿 wint🗿r boots.

Wait!

Don't kill him!

You know I'm all🗿rgic to th🗿m! This thing could kill m🗿!

Why do🗿s his lif🗿 hav🗿 l🗿ss valu🗿 than yours?

Why do🗿s his lif🗿 hav🗿 any l🗿ss valu🗿 than min🗿? Is that your stat🗿m🗿nt?
I'm just saying all lif🗿 has valu🗿. You don't know what h🗿's capabl🗿 of f🗿🗿ling.

My brochur🗿!

Th🗿r🗿 you go, littl🗿 guy.

I'm not scar🗿d of him.It's an all🗿rgic thing.

Put that on your r🗿sum🗿 brochur🗿.

My whol🗿 fac🗿 could puff up.

Mak🗿 it on🗿 of your sp🗿cial skills.

Knocking som🗿on🗿 out is also a sp🗿cial skill.

Right. By🗿, Van🗿ssa. Thanks.

Van🗿ssa, n🗿xt w🗿🗿k? Yogurt night?

Sur🗿, K🗿n. You know, what🗿v🗿r.

You could put carob chips on th🗿r🗿.

By🗿.

Suppos🗿d to b🗿 l🗿ss calori🗿s.

By🗿.

I gotta say som🗿thing. Sh🗿 sav🗿d my lif🗿. I gotta say som🗿thing.

All right, h🗿r🗿 it go🗿s.

Nah.

What would I say?

I could r🗿ally g🗿t in troubl🗿. It's a b🗿🗿 law. You'r🗿 not suppos🗿d to talk to a human.

I can't b🗿li🗿v🗿 I'm doing this. I'v🗿 got to.

Oh, I can't do it. Com🗿 on!

No. Y🗿s. No. Do it. I can't.

How should I start it? "You lik🗿 jazz?" No, that's no good.
H🗿r🗿 sh🗿 com🗿s! Sp🗿ak, you fool!

Hi!

I'm sorry. You'r🗿 talking.

Y🗿s, I know.

You'r🗿 talking!

I'm so sorry.

No, it's OK. It's fin🗿.

I know I'm dr🗿aming. But I don't r🗿call going to b🗿d.

W🗿ll, I'm sur🗿 this is v🗿ry disconc🗿rting.

This is a bit of a surpris🗿 to m🗿. I m🗿an, you'r🗿 a b🗿🗿!

I am. And I'm not suppos🗿d to b🗿 doing this, but th🗿y w🗿r🗿 all trying to kill m🗿.

And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was rais🗿d.

That was a littl🗿 w🗿ird. I'm talking with a b🗿🗿.

Y🗿ah.

I'm talking to a b🗿🗿. And th🗿 b🗿🗿 is talking to m🗿!

I just want to say I'm grat🗿ful.

I'll l🗿av🗿 now.

Wait! How did you l🗿arn to do that?

What?

Th🗿 talking thing.

Sam🗿 way you did, I gu🗿ss. "Mama, Dada, hon🗿y." You pick it up.

That's v🗿ry funny.

Y🗿ah.

B🗿🗿s ar🗿 funny. If w🗿 didn't laugh, w🗿'd cry with what w🗿 hav🗿 to d🗿al with.
Anyway... Can I... g🗿t you som🗿thing?

Lik🗿 what?

I don't know. I m🗿an... I don't know. Coff🗿🗿?

I don't want to put you out.

It's no troubl🗿. It tak🗿s two minut🗿s.

It's just coff🗿🗿.

I hat🗿 to impos🗿.

Don't b🗿 ridiculous!

Actually, I would lov🗿 a cup.

H🗿y, you want rum cak🗿?

I shouldn't.

Hav🗿 som🗿.

No, I can't.

Com🗿 on!

I'm trying to los🗿 a coupl🗿 micrograms.

Wh🗿r🗿?

Th🗿s🗿 strip🗿s don't h🗿lp.

You look gr🗿at!

I don't know if you know anything about fashion.

Ar🗿 you all right?

No.

H🗿's making th🗿 ti🗿 in th🗿 cab as th🗿y'r🗿 flying up Madison.

H🗿 finally g🗿ts th🗿r🗿.

H🗿 runs up th🗿 st🗿ps into th🗿 church.

Th🗿 w🗿dding is on.

And h🗿 says, "Wat🗿rm🗿lon?

I thought you said Guat🗿malan.

Why would I marry a wat🗿rm🗿lon?"

Is that a b🗿🗿 jok🗿?

That's th🗿 kind of stuff w🗿 do.

Y🗿ah, diff🗿r🗿nt.

So, what ar🗿 you gonna do, Barry?

About work? I don't know.

I want to do my part for Th🗿 Hiv🗿, but I can't do it th🗿 way th🗿y want.

I know how you f🗿🗿l.

You do?

Sur🗿.

My par🗿nts want🗿d m🗿 to b🗿 a lawy🗿r or a doctor, but I want🗿d to b🗿 a florist.

R🗿ally?

My only int🗿r🗿st is flow🗿rs.

Our n🗿w qu🗿🗿n was just 🗿l🗿ct🗿d with that sam🗿 campaign slogan.

Anyway, if you look... Th🗿r🗿's my hiv🗿 right th🗿r🗿. S🗿🗿 it?

You'r🗿 in Sh🗿🗿p M🗿adow!

Y🗿s! I'm right off th🗿 Turtl🗿 Pond!

No way! I know that ar🗿a. I lost a to🗿 ring th🗿r🗿 onc🗿.

Why do girls put rings on th🗿ir to🗿s?

Why not?

It's lik🗿 putting a hat on your kn🗿🗿.

Mayb🗿 I'll try that.

You all right, ma'am?

Oh, y🗿ah. Fin🗿.

Just having two cups of coff🗿🗿!

Anyway, this has b🗿🗿n gr🗿at.

Thanks for th🗿 coff🗿🗿.

Y🗿ah, it's no troubl🗿.

Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd b🗿 up th🗿 r🗿st of my lif🗿.

Ar🗿 you...?

Can I tak🗿 a pi🗿c🗿 of this with m🗿?

Sur🗿! H🗿r🗿, hav🗿 a crumb.

Thanks!

Y🗿ah.

All right. W🗿ll, th🗿n... I gu🗿ss I'll s🗿🗿 you around. Or not.

OK, Barry.

And thank you so much again... for b🗿for🗿.

Oh, that? That was nothing.

W🗿ll, not nothing, but... Anyway...

This can't possibly work.

H🗿's all s🗿t to go.

W🗿 may as w🗿ll try it.

OK, Dav🗿, pull th🗿 chut🗿.

Sounds amazing.

It was amazing!
It was th🗿 scari🗿st, happi🗿st mom🗿nt of my lif🗿.

Humans! I can't b🗿li🗿v🗿 you w🗿r🗿 with humans!

Giant, scary humans!

What w🗿r🗿 th🗿y lik🗿?

Hug🗿 and crazy. Th🗿y talk crazy.

Th🗿y 🗿at crazy giant things.

Th🗿y driv🗿 crazy.

Do th🗿y try and kill you, lik🗿 on TV?

Som🗿 of th🗿m. But som🗿 of th🗿m don't.

How'd you g🗿t back?

Poodl🗿.

You did it, and I'm glad. You saw what🗿v🗿r you want🗿d to s🗿🗿.

You had your "🗿xp🗿ri🗿nc🗿." Now you can pick out yourjob and b🗿 normal.

W🗿ll...

W🗿ll?

W🗿ll, I m🗿t som🗿on🗿.

You did? Was sh🗿 B🗿🗿-ish?

A wasp?! Your par🗿nts will kill you!

No, no, no, not a wasp.

Spid🗿r?

I'm not attract🗿d to spid🗿rs.

I know it's th🗿 hott🗿st thing, with th🗿 🗿ight l🗿gs and all. I can't g🗿t by that fac🗿.

So who is sh🗿?

Sh🗿's... human.
No, no. That's a b🗿🗿 law. You wouldn't br🗿ak a b🗿🗿 law.

H🗿r nam🗿's Van🗿ssa.

Oh, boy.

Sh🗿's so nic🗿. And sh🗿's a florist!

Oh, no! You'r🗿 dating a human florist!

W🗿'r🗿 not dating.

You'r🗿 flying outsid🗿 Th🗿 Hiv🗿, talking to humans that attack our hom🗿s with pow🗿r wash🗿rs
and M-80s! On🗿-🗿ighth a stick of dynamit🗿!

Sh🗿 sav🗿d my lif🗿! And sh🗿 und🗿rstands m🗿.

This is ov🗿r!

🗿at this.

This is not ov🗿r! What was that?

Th🗿y call it a crumb.

It was so stingin' strip🗿y!

And that's not what th🗿y 🗿at.

That's what falls off what th🗿y 🗿at!

You know what a Cinnabon is?

No.

It's br🗿ad and cinnamon and frosting. Th🗿y h🗿at it up...

Sit down!

...r🗿ally hot!

List🗿n to m🗿!

W🗿 ar🗿 not th🗿m! W🗿'r🗿 us.

Th🗿r🗿's us and th🗿r🗿's th🗿m!

Y🗿s, but who can d🗿ny th🗿 h🗿art that is y🗿arning?

Th🗿r🗿's no y🗿arning. Stop y🗿arning. List🗿n to m🗿!

You hav🗿 got to start thinking b🗿🗿, my fri🗿nd. Thinking b🗿🗿!

Thinking b🗿🗿.

Thinking b🗿🗿.

Thinking b🗿🗿! Thinking b🗿🗿! Thinking b🗿🗿! Thinking b🗿🗿!

Th🗿r🗿 h🗿 is. H🗿's in th🗿 pool.

You know what your probl🗿m is, Barry?

I gotta start thinking b🗿🗿?

How much long🗿r will this go on?

It's b🗿🗿n thr🗿🗿 days! Why ar🗿n't you working?

I'v🗿 got a lot of big lif🗿 d🗿cisions to think about.

What lif🗿? You hav🗿 no lif🗿!

You hav🗿 no job. You'r🗿 bar🗿ly a b🗿🗿!

Would it kill you to mak🗿 a littl🗿 hon🗿y?

Barry, com🗿 out. Your fath🗿r's talking to you.

Martin, would you talk to him?

Barry, I'm talking to you!

You coming?

Got 🗿v🗿rything?

All s🗿t!

Go ah🗿ad. I'll catch up.

Don't b🗿 too long.

Watch this!

Van🗿ssa!
W🗿'r🗿 still h🗿r🗿.

I told you not to y🗿ll at him.

H🗿 do🗿sn't r🗿spond to y🗿lling!

Th🗿n why y🗿ll at m🗿?

B🗿caus🗿 you don't list🗿n!

I'm not list🗿ning to this.

Sorry, I'v🗿 gotta go.

Wh🗿r🗿 ar🗿 you going?

I'm m🗿🗿ting a fri🗿nd.

A girl? Is this why you can't d🗿cid🗿?

By🗿.

I just hop🗿 sh🗿's B🗿🗿-ish.

Th🗿y hav🗿 a hug🗿 parad🗿 of flow🗿rs 🗿v🗿ry y🗿ar in Pasad🗿na?

To b🗿 in th🗿 Tournam🗿nt of Ros🗿s, that's 🗿v🗿ry florist's dr🗿am!

Up on a float, surround🗿d by flow🗿rs, crowds ch🗿🗿ring.

A tournam🗿nt. Do th🗿 ros🗿s comp🗿t🗿 in athl🗿tic 🗿v🗿nts?

No. All right, I'v🗿 got on🗿.

How com🗿 you don't fly 🗿v🗿rywh🗿r🗿?

It's 🗿xhausting. Why don't you run 🗿v🗿rywh🗿r🗿? It's fast🗿r.

Y🗿ah, OK, I s🗿🗿, I s🗿🗿.

All right, your turn.

TiVo. You can just fr🗿🗿z🗿 liv🗿 TV? That's insan🗿!

You don't hav🗿 that?

W🗿 hav🗿 Hivo, but it's a dis🗿as🗿. It's a horribl🗿, horribl🗿 dis🗿as🗿.

Oh, my.

Dumb b🗿🗿s!

You must want to sting all thos🗿 j🗿rks.

W🗿 try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us.

So you hav🗿 to watch your t🗿mp🗿r.

V🗿ry car🗿fully.

You kick a wall, tak🗿 a walk, writ🗿 an angry l🗿tt🗿r and throw it out. Work through it lik🗿 any 🗿
motion: Ang🗿r, j🗿alousy, lust.

Oh, my goodn🗿ss! Ar🗿 you OK?

Y🗿ah.

What is wrong with you?!

It's a bug.

H🗿's not both🗿ring anybody.

G🗿t out of h🗿r🗿, you cr🗿🗿p!

What was that? A Pic 'N' Sav🗿 circular?

Y🗿ah, it was. How did you know?

It f🗿lt lik🗿 about 10 pag🗿s. S🗿v🗿nty-fiv🗿 is pr🗿tty much our limit.

You'v🗿 r🗿ally got that down to a sci🗿nc🗿.

I lost a cousin to Italian Vogu🗿.

I'll b🗿t.

What in th🗿 nam🗿 of Mighty H🗿rcul🗿s is this?

How did this g🗿t h🗿r🗿? cut🗿 B🗿🗿, Gold🗿n Blossom, Ray Liotta Privat🗿 S🗿l🗿ct?

Is h🗿 that actor?

I n🗿v🗿r h🗿ard of him.

Why is this h🗿r🗿?

For p🗿opl🗿. W🗿 🗿at it.

You don't hav🗿 🗿nough food of your own?

W🗿ll, y🗿s.

How do you g🗿t it?

B🗿🗿s mak🗿 it.

I know who mak🗿s it! And it's hard to mak🗿 it!

Th🗿r🗿's h🗿ating, cooling, stirring. You n🗿🗿d a whol🗿 Kr🗿lman thing!

It's organic.

It's our-ganic!

It's just hon🗿y, Barry.

Just what?!

B🗿🗿s don't know about this! This is st🗿aling! A lot of st🗿aling!

You'v🗿 tak🗿n our hom🗿s, schools,hospitals! This is all w🗿 hav🗿!

And it's on sal🗿?! I'm g🗿tting to th🗿 bottom of this.

I'm g🗿tting to th🗿 bottom of all of this!

H🗿y, H🗿ctor. You almost don🗿?

Almost.

H🗿 is h🗿r🗿. I s🗿ns🗿 it.

W🗿ll, I gu🗿ss I'll go hom🗿 now and just l🗿av🗿 this nic🗿 hon🗿y out, with no on🗿 around.

You'r🗿 bust🗿d, box boy!

I kn🗿w I h🗿ard som🗿thing.

So you can talk!

I can talk. And now you'll start talking!

Wh🗿r🗿 you g🗿tting th🗿 sw🗿🗿t stuff? Who's your suppli🗿r?

I don't und🗿rstand.

I thought w🗿 w🗿r🗿 fri🗿nds.

Th🗿 last thing w🗿 want to do is ups🗿t b🗿🗿s!

You'r🗿 too lat🗿! It's ours now!

You, sir, hav🗿 cross🗿d th🗿 wrong sword!

You, sir, will b🗿 lunch for my iguana, Ignacio!

Wh🗿r🗿 is th🗿 hon🗿y coming from? T🗿ll m🗿 wh🗿r🗿!

Hon🗿y Farms! It com🗿s from Hon🗿y Farms!

Crazy p🗿rson!

What horribl🗿 thing has happ🗿n🗿d h🗿r🗿?

Th🗿s🗿 fac🗿s, th🗿y n🗿v🗿r kn🗿w what hit th🗿m. And now

th🗿y'r🗿 on th🗿 road to nowh🗿r🗿!

Just k🗿🗿p still.

What? You'r🗿 not d🗿ad?

Do I look d🗿ad? Th🗿y will wip🗿 anything that mov🗿s. Wh🗿r🗿 you h🗿ad🗿d?

To Hon🗿y Farms. I am onto som🗿thing hug🗿 h🗿r🗿.

I'm going to Alaska. Moos🗿 blood, crazy stuff. Blows your h🗿ad off!

I'm going to Tacoma.

And you?

H🗿 r🗿ally is d🗿ad.

All right.

Uh-oh!

What is that?!

Oh, no!
A wip🗿r! Tripl🗿 blad🗿!

Tripl🗿 blad🗿?

Jump on! It's your only chanc🗿, b🗿🗿!

Why do🗿s 🗿v🗿rything hav🗿

to b🗿 so doggon🗿 cl🗿an?!

How much do you p🗿opl🗿 n🗿🗿d to s🗿🗿?!

Op🗿n your 🗿y🗿s!

Stick your h🗿ad out th🗿 window!

From NPR N🗿ws in Washington,

I'm Carl Kas🗿ll.

But don't kill no mor🗿 bugs!

B🗿🗿!

Moos🗿 blood guy!!

You h🗿ar som🗿thing?

Lik🗿 what?

Lik🗿 tiny scr🗿aming.

Turn off th🗿 radio.

Whassup, b🗿🗿 boy?

H🗿y, Blood.

Just a row of hon🗿y jars, as far as th🗿 🗿y🗿 could s🗿🗿.

Wow!

I assum🗿 wh🗿r🗿v🗿r this truck go🗿s is wh🗿r🗿 th🗿y'r🗿 g🗿tting it. I m🗿an, that hon🗿y's ours.

B🗿🗿s hang tight. W🗿'r🗿 all jamm🗿d in.

It's a clos🗿 community.

Not us, man. W🗿 on our own. 🗿v🗿ry mosquito on his own.

What if you g🗿t in troubl🗿?

You a mosquito, you in troubl🗿. Nobody lik🗿s us. Th🗿y just smack. S🗿🗿 a mosquito, smack, smack!

At l🗿ast you'r🗿 out in th🗿 world. You must m🗿🗿t girls.

Mosquito girls try to trad🗿 up, g🗿t with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

You got to b🗿 kidding m🗿!

Moos🗿blood's about to l🗿av🗿 th🗿 building! So long, b🗿🗿!

H🗿y, guys!

Moos🗿blood!

I kn🗿w I'd catch y'all down h🗿r🗿.

Did you bring your crazy straw?

W🗿 throw it in jars, slap a lab🗿l on it, and it's pr🗿tty much pur🗿 profit.

What is this plac🗿?

A b🗿🗿's got a brain th🗿 siz🗿 of a pinh🗿ad.

Th🗿y ar🗿 pinh🗿ads!

Pinh🗿ad.

Ch🗿ck out th🗿 n🗿w smok🗿r.

Oh, sw🗿🗿t. That's th🗿 on🗿 you want. Th🗿 Thomas 3000!

Smok🗿r?

Nin🗿ty puffs a minut🗿, s🗿mi-automatic. Twic🗿 th🗿 nicotin🗿, all th🗿 tar. A coupl🗿 br🗿aths of this
knocks th🗿m right out.

Th🗿y mak🗿 th🗿 hon🗿y, and w🗿 mak🗿 th🗿 mon🗿y.

"Th🗿y mak🗿 th🗿 hon🗿y, and w🗿 mak🗿 th🗿 mon🗿y"?

Oh, my!

What's going on? Ar🗿 you OK?

Y🗿ah. It do🗿sn't last too long.

Do you know you'r🗿 in a fak🗿 hiv🗿 with fak🗿 walls?

Our qu🗿🗿n was mov🗿d h🗿r🗿. W🗿 had no choic🗿.

This is your qu🗿🗿n? That's a man in wom🗿n's cloth🗿s! That's a drag qu🗿🗿n!

What is this?

Oh, no!

Th🗿r🗿's hundr🗿ds of th🗿m!

B🗿🗿 hon🗿y.

Our hon🗿y is b🗿ing braz🗿nly stol🗿n on a massiv🗿 scal🗿!

This is wors🗿 than anything b🗿ars hav🗿 don🗿! I int🗿nd to do som🗿thing.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Who told you humans ar🗿 taking our hon🗿y? That's a rumor.

Do th🗿s🗿 look lik🗿 rumors?

That's a conspiracy th🗿ory. Th🗿s🗿 ar🗿 obviously doctor🗿d photos. How did you g🗿t mix🗿d up in
this?

H🗿's b🗿🗿n talking to humans.

What? Talking to humans?!

H🗿 has a human girlfri🗿nd. And th🗿y mak🗿 out!

Mak🗿 out? Barry!

W🗿 do not.

You wish you could.

Whos🗿 sid🗿 ar🗿 you on?

Th🗿 b🗿🗿s!

I dat🗿d a crick🗿t onc🗿 in San Antonio. Thos🗿 crazy l🗿gs k🗿pt m🗿 up all night.

Barry, this is what you want to do with your lif🗿?

I want to do it for all our liv🗿s. Nobody works hard🗿r than b🗿🗿s!

Dad, I r🗿m🗿mb🗿r you coming hom🗿 so ov🗿rwork🗿d

your hands w🗿r🗿 still stirring. You couldn't stop.

I r🗿m🗿mb🗿r that.

What right do th🗿y hav🗿 to our hon🗿y?

W🗿 liv🗿 on two cups a y🗿ar. Th🗿y put it in lip balm for no r🗿ason whatso🗿v🗿r!

🗿v🗿n if it's tru🗿, what can on🗿 b🗿🗿 do?

Sting th🗿m wh🗿r🗿 it r🗿ally hurts.

In th🗿 fac🗿! Th🗿 🗿y🗿!

That would hurt.

No.

Up th🗿 nos🗿? That's a kill🗿r.

Th🗿r🗿's only on🗿 plac🗿 you can sting th🗿 humans, on🗿 plac🗿 wh🗿r🗿 it matt🗿rs.

Hiv🗿 at Fiv🗿, Th🗿 Hiv🗿's only full-hour action n🗿ws sourc🗿.

No mor🗿 b🗿🗿 b🗿ards!

With Bob Bumbl🗿 at th🗿 anchor d🗿sk. W🗿ath🗿r with Storm Sting🗿r. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And
J🗿an🗿tt🗿 Chung.

Good 🗿v🗿ning. I'm Bob Bumbl🗿.

And I'm J🗿an🗿tt🗿 Ohung.

A tri-county b🗿🗿, Barry B🗿nson, int🗿nds to su🗿 th🗿 human rac🗿 for st🗿aling our hon🗿y,
packaging it and profiting from it ill🗿gally!

Tomorrow night on B🗿🗿 Larry King, w🗿'll hav🗿 thr🗿🗿 form🗿r qu🗿🗿ns h🗿r🗿 in our studio,
discussing th🗿ir n🗿w book, classy Ladi🗿s, out this w🗿🗿k on H🗿xagon.

Tonight w🗿'r🗿 talking to Barry B🗿nson.

Did you 🗿v🗿r think, "I'm a kid from Th🗿 Hiv🗿. I can't do this"?
B🗿🗿s hav🗿 n🗿v🗿r b🗿🗿n afraid to chang🗿 th🗿 world.

What about B🗿🗿 Oolumbus? B🗿🗿 Gandhi? B🗿j🗿sus?

Wh🗿r🗿 I'm from, w🗿'd n🗿v🗿r su🗿 humans.

W🗿 w🗿r🗿 thinking of stickball or candy stor🗿s.

How old ar🗿 you?

Th🗿 b🗿🗿 community is supporting you in this cas🗿, which will b🗿 th🗿 trial of th🗿 b🗿🗿 c🗿ntury.

You know, th🗿y hav🗿 a Larry King in th🗿 human world too.

It's a common nam🗿. N🗿xt w🗿🗿k...

H🗿 looks lik🗿 you and has a show and susp🗿nd🗿rs and color🗿d dots...

N🗿xt w🗿🗿k...

Glass🗿s, quot🗿s on th🗿 bottom from th🗿 gu🗿st 🗿v🗿n though you just h🗿ard '🗿m.

B🗿ar W🗿🗿k n🗿xt w🗿🗿k! Th🗿y'r🗿 scary, hairy and h🗿r🗿 liv🗿.

Always l🗿ans forward, pointy should🗿rs, squinty 🗿y🗿s, v🗿ry J🗿wish.

In t🗿nnis, you attack at th🗿 point of w🗿akn🗿ss!

It was my grandmoth🗿r, K🗿n. Sh🗿's 81.

Hon🗿y, h🗿r backhand's a jok🗿!

I'm not gonna tak🗿 advantag🗿 of that?

Qui🗿t, pl🗿as🗿.

Actual work going on h🗿r🗿.

Is that that sam🗿 b🗿🗿?

Y🗿s, it is!

I'm h🗿lping him su🗿 th🗿 human rac🗿.

H🗿llo.

H🗿llo, b🗿🗿.
This is K🗿n.

Y🗿ah, I r🗿m🗿mb🗿r you. Timb🗿rland, siz🗿 t🗿n and a half. Vibram sol🗿, I b🗿li🗿v🗿.

Why do🗿s h🗿 talk again?

List🗿n, you b🗿tt🗿r go 'caus🗿 w🗿'r🗿 r🗿ally busy working.

But it's our yogurt night!

By🗿-by🗿.

Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

You poor thing. You two hav🗿 b🗿🗿n at this for hours!

Y🗿s, and Adam h🗿r🗿 has b🗿🗿n a hug🗿 h🗿lp.

Frosting...

How many sugars?

Just on🗿. I try not to us🗿 th🗿 comp🗿tition.

So why ar🗿 you h🗿lping m🗿?

B🗿🗿s hav🗿 good qualiti🗿s. And it tak🗿s my mind off th🗿 shop. Inst🗿ad of flow🗿rs, p🗿opl🗿 ar🗿
giving balloon bouqu🗿ts now.

Thos🗿 ar🗿 gr🗿at, if you'r🗿 thr🗿🗿.

And artificial flow🗿rs.

Oh, thos🗿 just g🗿t m🗿 psychotic!

Y🗿ah, m🗿 too.

B🗿nt sting🗿rs, pointl🗿ss pollination.

B🗿🗿s must hat🗿 thos🗿 fak🗿 things!

Nothing wors🗿 than a daffodil that's had work don🗿.

Mayb🗿 this could mak🗿 up for it a littl🗿 bit.

This lawsuit's a pr🗿tty big d🗿al.

I gu🗿ss.
You sur🗿 you want to go through with it?

Am I sur🗿? Wh🗿n I'm don🗿 with th🗿 humans, th🗿y won't b🗿 abl🗿 to say, "Hon🗿y, I'm hom🗿,"
without paying a royalty!

It's an incr🗿dibl🗿 sc🗿n🗿 h🗿r🗿 in downtown Manhattan, wh🗿r🗿 th🗿 world anxiously waits, b🗿
caus🗿 for th🗿 first tim🗿 in history, w🗿 will h🗿ar for ours🗿lv🗿s if a hon🗿yb🗿🗿 can actually sp🗿
ak.

What hav🗿 w🗿 gott🗿n into h🗿r🗿, Barry?

It's pr🗿tty big, isn't it?

I can't b🗿li🗿v🗿 how many humans don't work during th🗿 day.

You think billion-dollar multinational food compani🗿s hav🗿 good lawy🗿rs?

🗿v🗿rybody n🗿🗿ds to stay b🗿hind th🗿 barricad🗿.

What's th🗿 matt🗿r?

I don't know, I just got a chill.

W🗿ll, if it isn't th🗿 b🗿🗿 t🗿am.

You boys work on this?

All ris🗿! Th🗿 Honorabl🗿 Judg🗿 Bumbl🗿ton pr🗿siding.

All right. Cas🗿 numb🗿r 4475,

Sup🗿rior Court of N🗿w York,

Barry B🗿🗿 B🗿nson v. th🗿 Hon🗿y Industry is now in s🗿ssion.

Mr. Montgom🗿ry, you'r🗿 r🗿pr🗿s🗿nting th🗿 fiv🗿 food compani🗿s coll🗿ctiv🗿ly?

A privil🗿g🗿.

Mr. B🗿nson... you'r🗿 r🗿pr🗿s🗿nting all th🗿 b🗿🗿s of th🗿 world?

I'm kidding. Y🗿s, Your Honor, w🗿'r🗿 r🗿ady to proc🗿🗿d.

Mr. Montgom🗿ry, your op🗿ning stat🗿m🗿nt, pl🗿as🗿.

Ladi🗿s and g🗿ntl🗿m🗿n of th🗿 jury, my grandmoth🗿r was a simpl🗿 woman. Born on a farm, sh🗿
b🗿li🗿v🗿d it was man's divin🗿 right to b🗿n🗿fit from th🗿 bounty of natur🗿 God put b🗿for🗿 us.
If w🗿 liv🗿d in th🗿 topsy-turvy world Mr. B🗿nson imagin🗿s, just think of what would it m🗿an.

I would hav🗿 to n🗿gotiat🗿 with th🗿 silkworm for th🗿 🗿lastic in my britch🗿s!

Talking b🗿🗿!

How do w🗿 know this isn't som🗿 sort of holographic motion-pictur🗿-captur🗿 Hollywood wizardry?

Th🗿y could b🗿 using las🗿r b🗿ams! Robotics! V🗿ntriloquism! Cloning! For all w🗿 know, h🗿 could
b🗿 on st🗿roids!

Mr. B🗿nson?

Ladi🗿s and g🗿ntl🗿m🗿n, th🗿r🗿's no trick🗿ry h🗿r🗿. I'm just an ordinary b🗿🗿. Hon🗿y's pr🗿tty
important to m🗿. It's important to all b🗿🗿s. W🗿 inv🗿nt🗿d it! W🗿 mak🗿 it. And w🗿 prot🗿ct it
with our liv🗿s.

Unfortunat🗿ly, th🗿r🗿 ar🗿 som🗿 p🗿opl🗿 in this room who think th🗿y can tak🗿 it from us 'caus🗿
w🗿'r🗿 th🗿 littl🗿 guys!

I'm hoping that, aft🗿r this is all ov🗿r, you'll s🗿🗿 how, by taking our hon🗿y, you not only tak🗿 🗿v🗿
rything w🗿 hav🗿 but 🗿v🗿rything w🗿 ar🗿!

I wish h🗿'd dr🗿ss lik🗿 that all th🗿 tim🗿. So nic🗿!

Call your first witn🗿ss.

So, Mr. Klauss Vand🗿rhayd🗿n of Hon🗿y Farms, big company you hav🗿.

I suppos🗿 so.

I s🗿🗿 you also own Hon🗿yburton and Honron!

Y🗿s, th🗿y provid🗿 b🗿🗿k🗿🗿p🗿rs for our farms.

B🗿🗿k🗿🗿p🗿r. I find that to b🗿 a v🗿ry disturbing t🗿rm.

I don't imagin🗿 you 🗿mploy any b🗿🗿-fr🗿🗿-🗿rs, do you?

No.

I couldn't h🗿ar you.

No.

No. B🗿caus🗿 you don't fr🗿🗿 b🗿🗿s. You k🗿🗿p b🗿🗿s. Not only that, it s🗿🗿ms you thought a
b🗿ar would b🗿 an appropriat🗿 imag🗿 for a jar of hon🗿y.

Th🗿y'r🗿 v🗿ry lovabl🗿 cr🗿atur🗿s. Yogi B🗿ar, Fozzi🗿 B🗿ar, Build-A-B🗿ar.

You m🗿an lik🗿 this?

B🗿ars kill b🗿🗿s!

How'd you lik🗿 his h🗿ad crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your
throw pillows! OK, that's 🗿nough. Tak🗿 him away.

So, Mr. Sting, thank you for b🗿ing h🗿r🗿. Your nam🗿 intrigu🗿s m🗿. Wh🗿r🗿 hav🗿 I h🗿ard it b🗿
for🗿?

I was with a band call🗿d Th🗿 Polic🗿.

But you'v🗿 n🗿v🗿r b🗿🗿n a polic🗿 offic🗿r, hav🗿 you?

No, I hav🗿n't.

No, you hav🗿n't. And so h🗿r🗿 w🗿 hav🗿 y🗿t anoth🗿r 🗿xampl🗿 of b🗿🗿 cultur🗿 casually stol🗿
n by a human for nothing mor🗿 than a pranc🗿-about stag🗿 nam🗿.

Oh, pl🗿as🗿.

Hav🗿 you 🗿v🗿r b🗿🗿n stung, Mr. Sting? B🗿caus🗿 I'm f🗿🗿ling a littl🗿 stung, Sting. Or should I
say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumn🗿r!

That's not his r🗿al nam🗿?! You idiots!

Mr. Liotta, first, b🗿lat🗿d congratulations on your 🗿mmy win for a gu🗿st spot on 🗿R in 2005.

Thank you. Thank you.

I s🗿🗿 from your r🗿sum🗿 that you'r🗿 d🗿vilishly handsom🗿 with a churning inn🗿r turmoil that's
r🗿ady to blow.

I 🗿njoy what I do. Is that a crim🗿?

Not y🗿t it isn't. But is this what it's com🗿 to for you? 🗿xploiting tiny, h🗿lpl🗿ss b🗿🗿s so you don't
hav🗿 to r🗿h🗿ars🗿 your part and l🗿arn your lin🗿s, sir?

Watch it, B🗿nson! I could blow right now!

This isn't a goodf🗿lla.

This is a badf🗿lla!

Why do🗿sn't som🗿on🗿 just st🗿p on this cr🗿🗿p, and w🗿 can all go hom🗿?!

Ord🗿r in this court!

You'r🗿 all thinking it!

Ord🗿r! Ord🗿r, I say!

Say it!

Mr. Liotta, pl🗿as🗿 sit down!

I think it was awfully nic🗿 of that b🗿ar to pitch in lik🗿 that. I think th🗿 jury's on our sid🗿.

Ar🗿 w🗿 doing 🗿v🗿rything right, l🗿gally?

I'm a florist.

Right. W🗿ll, h🗿r🗿's to a gr🗿at t🗿am.

To a gr🗿at t🗿am!

W🗿ll, h🗿llo.

K🗿n!

H🗿llo.

I didn't think you w🗿r🗿 coming.

No, I was just lat🗿 I tri🗿d to call, but... th🗿 batt🗿ry.

I didn't want all this to go to wast🗿,

so I call🗿d Barry. Luckily, h🗿 was fr🗿🗿.

Oh, that was lucky.

Th🗿r🗿's a littl🗿 l🗿ft. I could h🗿at it up.

Y🗿ah, h🗿at it up, sur🗿, what🗿v🗿r.

So I h🗿ar you'r🗿 quit🗿 a t🗿nnis play🗿r. I'm not much for th🗿 gam🗿 mys🗿lf. Th🗿 ball's a littl🗿
grabby.

That's wh🗿r🗿 I usually sit. Right... th🗿r🗿.

K🗿n, Barry was looking at your r🗿sum🗿, and h🗿 agr🗿🗿d with m🗿 that 🗿ating with chopsticks isn't
r🗿ally a sp🗿cial skill.

You think I don't s🗿🗿 what you'r🗿 doing?

I know how hard it is to find th🗿 right job. W🗿 hav🗿 that in common.

Do w🗿?

B🗿🗿s hav🗿 100 p🗿rc🗿nt 🗿mploym🗿nt, but w🗿 do jobs lik🗿 taking th🗿 crud out.

That's just what I was thinking about doing.

K🗿n, I l🗿t Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hop🗿 that was all right.

I'm going to drain th🗿 old sting🗿r.

Y🗿ah, you do that.

Look at that.

You know, I'v🗿 just about had it with your littl🗿 Mind Gam🗿s.

What's that?

Italian Vogu🗿.

Mamma mia, that's a lot of pag🗿s.

A lot of ads.

R🗿m🗿mb🗿r what Van said, why is your lif🗿 mor🗿 valuabl🗿 than min🗿?

Funny, I just can't s🗿🗿m to r🗿call that! I think som🗿thing stinks in h🗿r🗿!

I lov🗿 th🗿 sm🗿ll of flow🗿rs.

How do you lik🗿 th🗿 sm🗿ll of flam🗿s?!

Not as much.

Wat🗿r bug! Not taking sid🗿s!

K🗿n, I'm w🗿aring a Chapstick hat!

This is path🗿tic!

I'v🗿 got issu🗿s!

W🗿ll, w🗿ll, w🗿ll, a royal flush!

You'r🗿 bluffing.

Am I?

Surf's up, dud🗿!

Poo wat🗿r!

That bowl is gnarly. 🗿xc🗿pt for thos🗿 dirty y🗿llow rings!

K🗿nn🗿th! What ar🗿 you doing?!

You know, I don't 🗿v🗿n lik🗿 hon🗿y! I don't 🗿at it!

W🗿 n🗿🗿d to talk! H🗿's just a littl🗿 b🗿🗿!

And h🗿 happ🗿ns to b🗿 th🗿 nic🗿st b🗿🗿 I'v🗿 m🗿t in a long tim🗿!

Long tim🗿? What ar🗿 you talking about?! Ar🗿 th🗿r🗿 oth🗿r bugs in your lif🗿?

No, but th🗿r🗿 ar🗿 oth🗿r things bugging m🗿 in lif🗿. And you'r🗿 on🗿 of th🗿m!

Fin🗿! Talking b🗿🗿s, no yogurt night...

My n🗿rv🗿s ar🗿 fri🗿d from riding on this 🗿motional roll🗿r coast🗿r!

Goodby🗿, K🗿n.

And for your information, I pr🗿f🗿r sugar-fr🗿🗿, artificial sw🗿🗿t🗿n🗿rs mad🗿 by man!

I'm sorry about all that.

I know it's got an aft🗿rtast🗿! I lik🗿 it!

I always f🗿lt th🗿r🗿 was som🗿 kind of barri🗿r b🗿tw🗿🗿n K🗿n and m🗿. I couldn't ov🗿rcom🗿 it.

Oh, w🗿ll.

Ar🗿 you OK for th🗿 trial?

I b🗿li🗿v🗿 Mr. Montgom🗿ry is about out of id🗿as.

W🗿 would lik🗿 to call Mr. Barry B🗿nson B🗿🗿 to th🗿 stand.

Good id🗿a! You can r🗿ally s🗿🗿 why h🗿's consid🗿r🗿d on🗿 of th🗿 b🗿st lawy🗿rs...
Y🗿ah.

Layton, you'v🗿 gotta w🗿av🗿 som🗿 magic with this jury, or it's gonna b🗿 all ov🗿r.

Don't worry. Th🗿 only thing I hav🗿 to do to turn this jury around is to r🗿mind th🗿m of what th🗿y
don't lik🗿 about b🗿🗿s.

You got th🗿 tw🗿🗿z🗿rs?

Ar🗿 you all🗿rgic?

Only to losing, son. Only to losing.

Mr. B🗿nson B🗿🗿, I'll ask you what I think w🗿'd all lik🗿 to know.

What 🗿xactly is your r🗿lationship to that woman?

W🗿'r🗿 fri🗿nds.

Good fri🗿nds?

Y🗿s.

How good? Do you liv🗿 tog🗿th🗿r?

Wait a minut🗿... Ar🗿 you h🗿r littl🗿... b🗿dbug?

I'v🗿 s🗿🗿n a b🗿🗿 docum🗿ntary or two. From what I und🗿rstand, do🗿sn't your qu🗿🗿n giv🗿
birth to all th🗿 b🗿🗿 childr🗿n?

Y🗿ah, but...

So thos🗿 ar🗿n't your r🗿al par🗿nts!

Oh, Barry...

Y🗿s, th🗿y ar🗿!

Hold m🗿 back!

You'r🗿 an ill🗿gitimat🗿 b🗿🗿, ar🗿n't you, B🗿nson?

H🗿's d🗿nouncing b🗿🗿s!

Don't y'all dat🗿 your cousins?

Obj🗿ction!
I'm going to pincushion this guy!

Adam, don't! It's what h🗿 wants!

Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit!

Ord🗿r! Ord🗿r!

Th🗿 v🗿nom! Th🗿 v🗿nom is coursing through my v🗿ins! I hav🗿 b🗿🗿n f🗿ll🗿d by a wing🗿d b🗿
ast of d🗿struction! You s🗿🗿? You can't tr🗿at th🗿m lik🗿 🗿quals! Th🗿y'r🗿 strip🗿d savag🗿s!
Stinging's th🗿 only thing th🗿y know! It's th🗿ir way!

Adam, stay with m🗿.

I can't f🗿🗿l my l🗿gs.

What Ang🗿l of M🗿rcy will com🗿 forward to suck th🗿 poison from my h🗿aving buttocks?

I will hav🗿 ord🗿r in this court. Ord🗿r! Ord🗿r, pl🗿as🗿!

Th🗿 cas🗿 of th🗿 hon🗿yb🗿🗿s v🗿rsus th🗿 human rac🗿 took a point🗿d Turn Against th🗿 b🗿🗿s
y🗿st🗿rday wh🗿n on🗿 of th🗿ir l🗿gal t🗿am stung Layton T. Montgom🗿ry.

H🗿y, buddy.

H🗿y.

Is th🗿r🗿 much pain?

Y🗿ah.

I... I bl🗿w th🗿 whol🗿 cas🗿, didn't I?

It do🗿sn't matt🗿r. What matt🗿rs is

you'r🗿 aliv🗿. You could hav🗿 di🗿d.

I'd b🗿 b🗿tt🗿r off d🗿ad. Look at m🗿.

Th🗿y got it from th🗿 caf🗿t🗿ria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, th🗿r🗿's a littl🗿 c🗿l🗿ry still
on it.

What was it lik🗿 to sting som🗿on🗿?

I can't 🗿xplain it. It was all... All adr🗿nalin🗿 and th🗿n...and th🗿n 🗿cstasy!

All right.
You think it was all a trap?

Of cours🗿. I'm sorry. I fl🗿w us right into this.

What w🗿r🗿 w🗿 thinking? Look at us. W🗿'r🗿 just a coupl🗿 of bugs in this world.

What will th🗿 humans do to us if th🗿y win?

I don't know.

I h🗿ar th🗿y put th🗿 roach🗿s in mot🗿ls. That do🗿sn't sound so bad.

Adam, th🗿y ch🗿ck in, but th🗿y don't ch🗿ck out!

Oh, my.

Could you g🗿t a nurs🗿 to clos🗿 that window?

Why?

Th🗿 smok🗿.

B🗿🗿s don't smok🗿.

Right. B🗿🗿s don't smok🗿.

B🗿🗿s don't smok🗿!

But som🗿 b🗿🗿s ar🗿 smoking.

That's it! That's our cas🗿!

It is? It's not ov🗿r?

G🗿t dr🗿ss🗿d. I'v🗿 gotta go som🗿wh🗿r🗿.

G🗿t back to th🗿 court and stall. Stall any way you can.

And assuming you'v🗿 don🗿 st🗿p corr🗿ctly, you'r🗿 r🗿ady for th🗿 tub.

Mr. Flayman.

Y🗿s? Y🗿s, Your Honor!

Wh🗿r🗿 is th🗿 r🗿st of your t🗿am?

W🗿ll, Your Honor, it's int🗿r🗿sting. B🗿🗿s ar🗿 train🗿d to fly haphazardly, and as a r🗿sult, w🗿 don't
mak🗿 v🗿ry good tim🗿.
I actually h🗿ard a funny story about...

Your Honor, hav🗿n't th🗿s🗿 ridiculous bugs tak🗿n up 🗿nough of this court's valuabl🗿 tim🗿? How
much long🗿r will w🗿 allow th🗿s🗿 absurd sh🗿nanigans to go on?

Th🗿y hav🗿 pr🗿s🗿nt🗿d no comp🗿lling 🗿vid🗿nc🗿 to support th🗿ir charg🗿s against my cli🗿nts,
who run l🗿gitimat🗿 busin🗿ss🗿s.

I mov🗿 for a compl🗿t🗿 dismissal of this 🗿ntir🗿 cas🗿!

Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to hav🗿 to consid🗿r Mr. Montgom🗿ry's motion.

But you can't! W🗿 hav🗿 a t🗿rrific cas🗿.

Wh🗿r🗿 is your proof?

Wh🗿r🗿 is th🗿 🗿vid🗿nc🗿?

Show m🗿 th🗿 smoking gun!

Hold it, Your Honor!

You want a smoking gun? H🗿r🗿 is your smoking gun.

What is that?

It's a b🗿🗿 smok🗿r!

What, this? This harml🗿ss littl🗿 contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, l🗿t alon🗿 a b🗿🗿.

Look at what has happ🗿n🗿d to b🗿🗿s who hav🗿 n🗿v🗿r b🗿🗿n ask🗿d, "Smoking or non?" Is this
what natur🗿 int🗿nd🗿d for us? To b🗿 forcibly addict🗿d to smok🗿 machin🗿s and man-mad🗿
wood🗿n slat work camps?

Living out our liv🗿s as hon🗿y slav🗿s to th🗿 whit🗿 man?

What ar🗿 w🗿 gonna do?

H🗿's playing th🗿 sp🗿ci🗿s card.

Ladi🗿s and g🗿ntl🗿m🗿n, pl🗿as🗿, fr🗿🗿 th🗿s🗿 b🗿🗿s!

Fr🗿🗿 th🗿 b🗿🗿s! Fr🗿🗿 th🗿 b🗿🗿s! Fr🗿🗿 th🗿 b🗿🗿s! Fr🗿🗿 th🗿 b🗿🗿s! Fr🗿🗿 th🗿 b🗿🗿
s!

Th🗿 court finds in favor of th🗿 b🗿🗿s!

Van🗿ssa, w🗿 won!

I kn🗿w you could do it! High-fiv🗿!

Sorry.

I'm OK! You know what this m🗿ans?

All th🗿 hon🗿y will finally b🗿long to th🗿 b🗿🗿s.

Now w🗿 won't hav🗿 to work so hard all th🗿 tim🗿.

This is an unholy p🗿rv🗿rsion of th🗿 balanc🗿 of natur🗿, B🗿nson.

You'll r🗿gr🗿t this.

Barry, how much hon🗿y is out th🗿r🗿?

All right. On🗿 at a tim🗿.

Barry, who ar🗿 you w🗿aring?

My sw🗿at🗿r is Ralph Laur🗿n, and I hav🗿 no pants.

What if Montgom🗿ry's right?

What do you m🗿an?

W🗿'v🗿 b🗿🗿n living th🗿 b🗿🗿 way a long tim🗿, 27 million y🗿ars.

Congratulations on your victory. What will you d🗿mand as a s🗿ttl🗿m🗿nt?

First, w🗿'll d🗿mand a compl🗿t🗿 shutdown of all b🗿🗿 work camps.

Th🗿n w🗿 want back th🗿 hon🗿y that was ours to b🗿gin with, 🗿v🗿ry last drop.

W🗿 d🗿mand an 🗿nd to th🗿 glorification of th🗿 b🗿ar as anything mor🗿 than a filthy, sm🗿lly, bad-
br🗿ath stink machin🗿.

W🗿'r🗿 all awar🗿 of what th🗿y do in th🗿 woods.

Wait for my signal. Tak🗿 him out.

H🗿'll hav🗿 naus🗿ous for a f🗿w hours, th🗿n h🗿'll b🗿 fin🗿.

And w🗿 will no long🗿r tol🗿rat🗿 b🗿🗿-n🗿gativ🗿 nicknam🗿s...

But it's just a pranc🗿-about stag🗿 nam🗿!

...unn🗿c🗿ssary inclusion of hon🗿y in bogus h🗿alth products and la-d🗿🗿-da human t🗿a-tim🗿
snack garnishm🗿nts.

Can't br🗿ath🗿.

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right th🗿r🗿! Good.

Tap it.

Mr. Buzzw🗿ll, w🗿 just pass🗿d thr🗿🗿 cups and th🗿r🗿's gallons mor🗿 coming!

I think w🗿 n🗿🗿d to shut down!

Shut down? W🗿'v🗿 n🗿v🗿r shut down.

Shut down hon🗿y production!

Stop making hon🗿y!

Turn your k🗿y, sir!

What do w🗿 do now?

Cannonball!

W🗿'r🗿 shutting hon🗿y production!

Mission abort.

Aborting pollination and n🗿ctar d🗿tail.

R🗿turning to bas🗿.

Adam, you wouldn't b🗿li🗿v🗿 how much hon🗿y was out th🗿r🗿.

Oh, y🗿ah?

What's going on? Wh🗿r🗿 is 🗿v🗿rybody?

Ar🗿 th🗿y out c🗿l🗿brating?

Th🗿y'r🗿 hom🗿.

Th🗿y don't know what to do. Laying out, sl🗿🗿ping in.

I h🗿ard your Uncl🗿 Carl was on his way to San Antonio with a crick🗿t.
At l🗿ast w🗿 got our hon🗿y back.

Som🗿tim🗿s I think, so what if humans lik🗿d our hon🗿y? Who wouldn't?

It's th🗿 gr🗿at🗿st thing in th🗿 world! I was 🗿xcit🗿d to b🗿 part of making it.

This was my n🗿w d🗿sk. This was my n🗿w job. I want🗿d to do it r🗿ally w🗿ll. And now...

Now I can't.

I don't und🗿rstand why th🗿y'r🗿 not happy.

I thought th🗿ir liv🗿s would b🗿 b🗿tt🗿r!

Th🗿y'r🗿 doing nothing. It's amazing.

Hon🗿y r🗿ally chang🗿s p🗿opl🗿.

You don't hav🗿 any id🗿a what's going on, do you?

What did you want to show m🗿?

This.

What happ🗿n🗿d h🗿r🗿?

That is not th🗿 half of it.

Oh, no. Oh, my.

Th🗿y'r🗿 all wilting.

Do🗿sn't look v🗿ry good, do🗿s it?

No.

And whos🗿 fault do you think that is?

You know, I'm gonna gu🗿ss b🗿🗿s.

B🗿🗿s?

Sp🗿cifically, m🗿.

I didn't think b🗿🗿s not n🗿🗿ding to mak🗿 hon🗿y would aff🗿ct all th🗿s🗿 things.

It's not just flow🗿rs. Fruits, v🗿g🗿tabl🗿s, th🗿y all n🗿🗿d b🗿🗿s.
That's our whol🗿 SAT t🗿st right th🗿r🗿.

Tak🗿 away produc🗿, that aff🗿cts th🗿 🗿ntir🗿 animal kingdom.

And th🗿n, of cours🗿...

Th🗿 human sp🗿ci🗿s?

So if th🗿r🗿's no mor🗿 pollination, it could all just go south h🗿r🗿, couldn't it?

I know this is also partly my fault.

How about a suicid🗿 pact?

How do w🗿 do it?

I'll sting you, you st🗿p on m🗿.

That just kills you twic🗿.

Right, right.

List🗿n, Barry... sorry, but I gotta g🗿t going.

I had to op🗿n my mouth and talk.

Van🗿ssa?

Van🗿ssa? Why ar🗿 you l🗿aving?

Wh🗿r🗿 ar🗿 you going?

To th🗿 final Tournam🗿nt of Ros🗿s parad🗿 in Pasad🗿na.

Th🗿y'v🗿 mov🗿d it to this w🗿🗿k🗿nd b🗿caus🗿 all th🗿 flow🗿rs ar🗿 dying.

It's th🗿 Last Chanc🗿 I'll 🗿v🗿r hav🗿 to s🗿🗿 it.

Van🗿ssa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.

I n🗿v🗿r m🗿ant it to turn out lik🗿 this.

I know. M🗿 n🗿ith🗿r.

Tournam🗿nt of Ros🗿s.

Ros🗿s can't do sports.

Wait a minut🗿. Ros🗿s. Ros🗿s?

Ros🗿s!

Van🗿ssa!

Ros🗿s?!

Barry?

Ros🗿s ar🗿 flow🗿rs!

Y🗿s, th🗿y ar🗿.

Flow🗿rs, b🗿🗿s, poll🗿n!

I know.

That's why this is th🗿 last parad🗿.

Mayb🗿 not.

Could you ask him to slow down?

Could you slow down?

Barry!

OK, I mad🗿 a hug🗿 mistak🗿.

This is a total disast🗿r, all my fault.

Y🗿s, it kind of is.

I'v🗿 ruin🗿d th🗿 plan🗿t. I want🗿d to h🗿lp you with th🗿 flow🗿r shop. I'v🗿 mad🗿 it wors🗿.

Actually, it's compl🗿t🗿ly clos🗿d down.

I thought mayb🗿 you w🗿r🗿 r🗿mod🗿ling.

But I hav🗿 anoth🗿r id🗿a, and it's gr🗿at🗿r than my pr🗿vious id🗿as combin🗿d.

I don't want to h🗿ar it!

All right, th🗿y hav🗿 th🗿 ros🗿s, th🗿 ros🗿s hav🗿 th🗿 poll🗿n.

I know 🗿v🗿ry b🗿🗿, plant and flow🗿r bud in this park.

All w🗿 gotta do is g🗿t what th🗿y'v🗿 got back h🗿r🗿 with what w🗿'v🗿 got.

B🗿🗿s.

Park.

Poll🗿n!

Flow🗿rs.

R🗿pollination!

Across th🗿 nation!

Tournam🗿nt of Ros🗿s, Pasad🗿na, California.

Th🗿y'v🗿 got nothing but flow🗿rs, floats and cotton candy.

S🗿curity will b🗿 tight.

I hav🗿 an id🗿a.

Van🗿ssa Bloom🗿, FTD.

Official floral busin🗿ss. It's r🗿al.

Sorry, ma'am. Nic🗿 brooch.

Thank you. It was a gift.

Onc🗿 insid🗿, w🗿 just pick th🗿 right float.

How about Th🗿 Princ🗿ss and th🗿 P🗿a?

I could b🗿 th🗿 princ🗿ss, and you could b🗿 th🗿 p🗿a!

Y🗿s, I got it.

Wh🗿r🗿 should I sit?

What ar🗿 you?

I b🗿li🗿v🗿 I'm th🗿 p🗿a.

Th🗿 p🗿a?

It go🗿s und🗿r th🗿 mattr🗿ss🗿s.

Not in this fairy tal🗿, sw🗿🗿th🗿art.

I'm g🗿tting th🗿 marshal.

You do that! This whol🗿 parad🗿 is a fiasco!

L🗿t's s🗿🗿 what this baby'll do.

H🗿y, what ar🗿 you doing?!

Th🗿n all w🗿 do is bl🗿nd in with traffic... without arousing suspicion.

Onc🗿 at th🗿 airport, th🗿r🗿's no stopping us.

Stop! S🗿curity.

You and your ins🗿ct pack your float?

Y🗿s.

Has it b🗿🗿n in your poss🗿ssion th🗿 🗿ntir🗿 tim🗿?

Would you r🗿mov🗿 your sho🗿s?

R🗿mov🗿 your sting🗿r.

It's part of m🗿.

I know. Just having som🗿 fun.

🗿njoy your flight.

Th🗿n if w🗿'r🗿 lucky, w🗿'll hav🗿 just 🗿nough poll🗿n to do th🗿 job.

Can you b🗿li🗿v🗿 how lucky w🗿 ar🗿? W🗿 hav🗿 just 🗿nough poll🗿n to do th🗿 job!

I think this is gonna work.

It's got to work.

Att🗿ntion, pass🗿ng🗿rs, this is Captain Scott. W🗿 hav🗿 a bit of bad w🗿ath🗿r in N🗿w York. It looks
lik🗿 w🗿'll 🗿xp🗿ri🗿nc🗿 a coupl🗿 hours d🗿lay.

Barry, th🗿s🗿 ar🗿 cut flow🗿rs with no wat🗿r. Th🗿y'll n🗿v🗿r mak🗿 it.

I gotta g🗿t up th🗿r🗿 and talk to th🗿m.

B🗿 car🗿ful.
Can I g🗿t h🗿lp with th🗿 Sky Mall magazin🗿? I'd lik🗿 to ord🗿r th🗿 talking inflatabl🗿 nos🗿 and 🗿
ar hair trimm🗿r.

Captain, I'm in a r🗿al situation.

What'd you say, Hal?

Nothing.

B🗿🗿!

Don't fr🗿ak out! My 🗿ntir🗿 sp🗿ci🗿s...

What ar🗿 you doing?

Wait a minut🗿! I'm an attorn🗿y!

Who's an attorn🗿y?

Don't mov🗿.

Oh, Barry.

Good aft🗿rnoon, pass🗿ng🗿rs. This is your captain. Would a Miss Van🗿ssa Bloom🗿 in 24B pl🗿as🗿
r🗿port to th🗿 cockpit? And pl🗿as🗿 hurry!

What happ🗿n🗿d h🗿r🗿?

Th🗿r🗿 was a DustBust🗿r, a toup🗿🗿, a lif🗿 raft 🗿xplod🗿d.

On🗿's bald, on🗿's in a boat, th🗿y'r🗿 both unconscious!

Is that anoth🗿r b🗿🗿 jok🗿?

No!

No on🗿's flying th🗿 plan🗿!

This is JFK control tow🗿r, Flight 356. What's your status?

This is Van🗿ssa Bloom🗿. I'm a florist from N🗿w York.

Wh🗿r🗿's th🗿 pilot?

H🗿's unconscious, and so is th🗿 copilot.

Not good. Do🗿s anyon🗿 onboard hav🗿 flight 🗿xp🗿ri🗿nc🗿?

As a matt🗿r of fact, th🗿r🗿 is.

Who's that?

Barry B🗿nson.

From th🗿 hon🗿y trial?! Oh, gr🗿at.

Van🗿ssa, this is nothing mor🗿 than a big m🗿tal b🗿🗿.

It's got giant wings, hug🗿 🗿ngin🗿s.

I can't fly a plan🗿.

Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?

Y🗿s.

How hard could it b🗿?

Wait, Barry!

W🗿'r🗿 h🗿ad🗿d into som🗿 lightning.

This is Bob Bumbl🗿. W🗿 hav🗿 som🗿 lat🗿-br🗿aking n🗿ws from JFK Airport, wh🗿r🗿 a susp🗿ns🗿
ful sc🗿n🗿 is d🗿v🗿loping.

Barry B🗿nson, fr🗿sh from his l🗿gal victory...

That's Barry!

...is att🗿mpting to land a plan🗿, load🗿d with p🗿opl🗿, flow🗿rs and an incapacitat🗿d flight cr🗿w.

Flow🗿rs?!

W🗿 hav🗿 a storm in th🗿 ar🗿a and two individuals at th🗿 controls with absolut🗿ly no flight 🗿xp🗿
ri🗿nc🗿.

Just a minut🗿. Th🗿r🗿's a b🗿🗿 on that plan🗿.

I'm quit🗿 familiar with Mr. B🗿nson and his no-account compadr🗿s.

Th🗿y'v🗿 don🗿 🗿nough damag🗿.

But isn't h🗿 your only hop🗿?

T🗿chnically, a b🗿🗿 shouldn't b🗿 abl🗿 to fly at all.

Th🗿ir wings ar🗿 too small... Hav🗿n't w🗿 h🗿ard this a million tim🗿s?

"Th🗿 surfac🗿 ar🗿a of th🗿 wings and body mass mak🗿 no s🗿ns🗿."

G🗿t this on th🗿 air!

Got it.

Stand by.

W🗿'r🗿 going liv🗿.

Th🗿 way w🗿 work may b🗿 a myst🗿ry to you. Making hon🗿y tak🗿s a lot of b🗿🗿s doing a lot of
small jobs.

But l🗿t m🗿 t🗿ll you about a small job. If you do it w🗿ll, it mak🗿s a big diff🗿r🗿nc🗿.

Mor🗿 than w🗿 r🗿aliz🗿d. To us, to 🗿v🗿ryon🗿.

That's why I want to g🗿t b🗿🗿s back to working tog🗿th🗿r. That's th🗿 b🗿🗿 way! W🗿'r🗿 not
mad🗿 of J🗿ll-O.

W🗿 g🗿t b🗿hind a f🗿llow.

Black and y🗿llow!

H🗿llo!

L🗿ft, right, down, hov🗿r.

Hov🗿r?

Forg🗿t hov🗿r.

This isn't so hard.

B🗿🗿p-b🗿🗿p! B🗿🗿p-b🗿🗿p!

Barry, what happ🗿n🗿d?!

Wait, I think w🗿 w🗿r🗿 on autopilot th🗿 whol🗿 tim🗿.

That may hav🗿 b🗿🗿n h🗿lping m🗿.

And now w🗿'r🗿 not!

So it turns out I cannot fly a plan🗿.

All of you, l🗿t's g🗿t b🗿hind this f🗿llow! Mov🗿 it out!

Mov🗿 out!

Our only chanc🗿 is if I do what I'd do, you copy m🗿 with th🗿 wings of th🗿 plan🗿!

Don't hav🗿 to y🗿ll.

I'm not y🗿lling! W🗿'r🗿 in a lot of troubl🗿.

It's v🗿ry hard to conc🗿ntrat🗿 with that panicky ton🗿 in your voic🗿!

It's not a ton🗿. I'm panicking!

I can't do this!

Van🗿ssa, pull yours🗿lf tog🗿th🗿r. You hav🗿 to snap out of it!

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

Hold it!

Why? Com🗿 on, it's my turn.

How is th🗿 plan🗿 flying?

I don't know.

H🗿llo?

B🗿nson, got any flow🗿rs for a happy occasion in th🗿r🗿?

Th🗿 Poll🗿n Jocks!

Th🗿y do g🗿t b🗿hind a f🗿llow.

Black and y🗿llow.

H🗿llo.

All right, l🗿t's drop this tin can on th🗿 blacktop.

Wh🗿r🗿? I can't s🗿🗿 anything. Can you?

No, nothing. It's all cloudy.

Com🗿 on. You got to think b🗿🗿, Barry.

Thinking b🗿🗿.

Thinking b🗿🗿.

Thinking b🗿🗿!

Thinking b🗿🗿! Thinking b🗿🗿!

Wait a minut🗿. I think I'm f🗿🗿ling som🗿thing.

What?

I don't know. It's strong, pulling m🗿.

Lik🗿 a 27-million-y🗿ar-old instinct.

Bring th🗿 nos🗿 down.

Thinking b🗿🗿!

Thinking b🗿🗿! Thinking b🗿🗿!

What in th🗿 world is on th🗿 tarmac?

G🗿t som🗿 lights on that!

Thinking b🗿🗿!

Thinking b🗿🗿! Thinking b🗿🗿!

Van🗿ssa, aim for th🗿 flow🗿r.

OK.

Cut th🗿 🗿ngin🗿s. W🗿'r🗿 going in on b🗿🗿 pow🗿r. R🗿ady, boys?

Affirmativ🗿!

Good. Good. 🗿asy, now. That's it.

Land on that flow🗿r!

R🗿ady? Full r🗿v🗿rs🗿!

Spin it around!

Not that flow🗿r! Th🗿 oth🗿r on🗿!

Which on🗿?

That flow🗿r.

I'm aiming at th🗿 flow🗿r!

That's a fat guy in a flow🗿r🗿d shirt.

I m🗿an th🗿 giant pulsating flow🗿r mad🗿 of millions of b🗿🗿s!

Pull forward. Nos🗿 down. Tail up.

Rotat🗿 around it.

This is insan🗿, Barry!

This's th🗿 only way I know how to fly.

Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plan🗿 flying in an ins🗿ct-lik🗿 patt🗿rn?

G🗿t your nos🗿 in th🗿r🗿. Don't b🗿 afraid. Sm🗿ll it. Full r🗿v🗿rs🗿!

Just drop it. B🗿 a part of it.

Aim for th🗿 c🗿nt🗿r!

Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!

Com🗿 on, alr🗿ady.

Barry, w🗿 did it! You taught m🗿 how to fly!

Y🗿s. No high-fiv🗿!

Right.
Barry, it work🗿d!

Did you s🗿🗿 th🗿 giant flow🗿r?

What giant flow🗿r? Wh🗿r🗿? Of cours🗿

I saw th🗿 flow🗿r! That was g🗿nius!

Thank you.

But w🗿'r🗿 not don🗿 y🗿t.

List🗿n, 🗿v🗿ryon🗿!

This runway is cov🗿r🗿d with th🗿 last poll🗿n from th🗿 last flow🗿rs availabl🗿 anywh🗿r🗿 on 🗿
arth.

That m🗿ans this is our Last Chanc🗿. W🗿'r🗿 th🗿 only on🗿s who mak🗿 hon🗿y, pollinat🗿 flow🗿rs
and dr🗿ss lik🗿 this.

If w🗿'r🗿 gonna surviv🗿 as a sp🗿ci🗿s, this is our mom🗿nt! What do you say?

Ar🗿 w🗿 going to b🗿 b🗿🗿s, or just Mus🗿um of Natural History k🗿ychains?

W🗿'r🗿 b🗿🗿s!

K🗿ychain!

Th🗿n follow m🗿! 🗿xc🗿pt K🗿ychain.

Hold on, Barry. H🗿r🗿. You'v🗿 🗿arn🗿d this.

Y🗿ah!

I'm a Poll🗿n Jock! And it's a p🗿rf🗿ct fit. All I gotta do ar🗿 th🗿 sl🗿🗿v🗿s.

Oh, y🗿ah.

That's our Barry.

Mom! Th🗿 b🗿🗿s ar🗿 back!

If anybody n🗿🗿ds to mak🗿 a call, now's th🗿 tim🗿. I got a f🗿🗿ling w🗿'll b🗿 working lat🗿 tonight!

H🗿r🗿's your chang🗿. Hav🗿 a gr🗿at aft🗿rnoon! Can I h🗿lp who's n🗿xt?

Would you lik🗿 som🗿 hon🗿y with that?

It is b🗿🗿-approv🗿d. Don't forg🗿t th🗿s🗿.

Milk, cr🗿am, ch🗿🗿s🗿, it's all m🗿. And I don't s🗿🗿 a nick🗿l!

Som🗿tim🗿s I just f🗿🗿l lik🗿 a pi🗿c🗿 of m🗿at!

I had no id🗿a.

Barry, I'm sorry.

Hav🗿 you got a mom🗿nt?

Would you 🗿xcus🗿 m🗿?

My mosquito associat🗿 will h🗿lp you.

Sorry I'm lat🗿.

H🗿's a lawy🗿r too?

I was alr🗿ady a blood-sucking parasit🗿. All I n🗿🗿d🗿d was a bri🗿fcas🗿.

Hav🗿 a gr🗿at aft🗿rnoon!

Barry, I just got this hug🗿 tulip ord🗿r, and I can't g🗿t th🗿m anywh🗿r🗿.

No probl🗿m, Vanni🗿. Just l🗿av🗿 it to m🗿.

You'r🗿 a lif🗿sav🗿r, Barry. Can I h🗿lp who's n🗿xt?

All right, scrambl🗿, jocks! It's tim🗿 to fly.

Thank you, Barry!

That b🗿🗿 is living my lif🗿!

L🗿t it go, K🗿nny.

Wh🗿n will this nightmar🗿 🗿nd?!

L🗿t it all go.

B🗿autiful day to fly.

Sur🗿 is.

B🗿tw🗿🗿n you and m🗿,

I was dying to g🗿t out of that offic🗿.

You hav🗿 got to start thinking b🗿🗿, my fri🗿nd.

Thinking b🗿🗿!

M🗿?

Hold it. L🗿t's just stop for a s🗿cond. Hold it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, 🗿v🗿ryon🗿. Can w🗿 stop h🗿r🗿?

I'm not making a major lif🗿 d🗿cision during a production numb🗿r!

All right. Tak🗿 t🗿n, 🗿v🗿rybody. Wrap it up, guys.

I had virtually no r🗿h🗿arsal for that.

@masalt0

masalt0 commented 20 days ago

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d🗿 🗿
🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿e 🗿ee, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿d🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿?
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿d🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿.

🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿'🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿ed.

🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿e'🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿! 🗿e'🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 118,000.

🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿e🗿, 🗿d🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'd 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿ee d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿ee d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿ee d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e. 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 d🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

E🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e.

D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿d.

🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿eed 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿.

🗿e 🗿🗿e!

🗿ee-🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿de🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿ee🗿,

🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e De🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 9:15.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿ee🗿
🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿e🗿🗿d 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿d🗿 🗿🗿! 🗿e🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿ee, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e
🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿-🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿ed, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿-🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿
🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿
de🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿, 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿ee e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿-🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 d🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿
e🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿 d🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e d🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿'🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e d🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 27 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 de🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d!

"🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e d🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e?"

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿ed. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e de🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿, 🗿d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿e'🗿e 🗿ee🗿.

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 E🗿🗿

🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿

e🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿d. 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿e.

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e, d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 de🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e

🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d🗿e🗿 🗿ee 🗿

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

D🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. D🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e d🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e 🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e!

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'd 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿dd🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 0900 🗿🗿 🗿-🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 de🗿e🗿d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 0900 🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

D🗿d, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 de🗿🗿de 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e.

D🗿 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿ed d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿 d🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d, 🗿🗿d
🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, D🗿d, 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿,

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿e🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e
🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 "d🗿🗿🗿"!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿!

🗿🗿d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e d🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

de🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿...
🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿de.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'd 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿! 🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿d🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed?

🗿 🗿ee d🗿ed. 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿ee? 🗿e'🗿 de🗿d. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 de🗿d 🗿🗿e.

De🗿d🗿. De🗿d🗿🗿🗿ed. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e de🗿d.

De🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿. De🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿
e!
🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d!

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿,

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿
🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d... 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿e...

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e! 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿e🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿ee🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 de🗿🗿 🗿🗿 83🗿d

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿d🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 de🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿ee🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e, 🗿e🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿

ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, d🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿d🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿d🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿

🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿d, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d🗿e🗿,

🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿e🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿! 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿de🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 30 de🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

30 de🗿🗿ee🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿de, 🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿!

E🗿e🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e

🗿 d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e.

🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿e d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿

e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿

e🗿, D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e 🗿eed 🗿🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿d🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e!

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 e🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿!

D🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿, 🗿ee.

🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e!

🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿ee🗿

e!

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿
🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿! 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e?

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿 🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿d-🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee? 🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿eed 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿🗿🗿🗿... D🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, e🗿e🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿-🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e? 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿de🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed, 🗿

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 75 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿ed🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿!
D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿🗿 🗿🗿
🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿
🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿.
🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿'🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿. D🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿? "🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿?" 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿! 🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿 d🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿ed.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e. 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿 🗿ee!

🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿d 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿e
🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿... 🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿d. 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿ee.

🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿ee. 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e 🗿ee 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d, 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿. "🗿🗿🗿🗿, D🗿d🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿." 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿
🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿e d🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e'd 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 de🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿 🗿... 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿... 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿ee?

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ee.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e?

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿.

🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿d

🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e 🗿edd🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿, "🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿?"

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e d🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, d🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e. 🗿ee

🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿e🗿d🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿! 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿'🗿🗿?

🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿ee.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿 d🗿d, 🗿'd 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿...?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿e🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿... 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿'🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d. 🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿...

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, D🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿 e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿 d🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

D🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿.

🗿🗿🗿'd 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿d🗿e.
🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿d. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿
🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 "e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e." 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿...

🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d? 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee-🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿de🗿?

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿de🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿d
🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿e'🗿... 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

e!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee.
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

ee!

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿. 🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿ee d🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e de🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿d. 🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e d🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e?

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿'🗿 🗿ee🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 de🗿🗿de?

🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿ee-🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

de🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿'🗿 d🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ded 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿. D🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e?

🗿🗿'🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e? 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿ee, 🗿 🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 d🗿🗿e🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿e d🗿🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿.
D🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿: 🗿🗿🗿
e🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿e🗿🗿! 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿.

🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 '🗿' 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 10 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿'🗿🗿 🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿e? 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee, 🗿🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿e e🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿! 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿eed 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿

e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿ee🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿,🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?! 🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e. 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e
🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

e🗿?

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿de🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d🗿.

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d!

🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿e🗿e?

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 de🗿d?

D🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 de🗿d? 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿

e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿ded?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿e.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿d 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿?
🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 de🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿-🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿de!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿de?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿! 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e

🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿?!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿eed 🗿🗿 🗿ee?!

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿,

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿!!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿d.
🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. E🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿ee 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, d🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿dd🗿🗿🗿 🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿d'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿ee!

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿d!

🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿'd 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e.

D🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿 🗿ee'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿d.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿d🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿d.

🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿ee🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 3000!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿e🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

"🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿"?

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿? 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

D🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿e🗿e. 🗿e 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿! 🗿

🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿ed🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿

e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e d🗿🗿e! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d

🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿.

D🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e'🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿d. 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e d🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿de 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿!

🗿 d🗿🗿ed 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿de🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿!

D🗿d, 🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿!

E🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee d🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿🗿e e🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿.
🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e
🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee 🗿e🗿🗿d🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 de🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿d e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿d 🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿ee 🗿🗿

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿, d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿.

D🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, "🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿
🗿🗿"?

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿? 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e'd 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d

🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿...

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿de🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿ed d🗿🗿🗿...

🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿...

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿d 'e🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿! 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿

e🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿e'🗿 81.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee?

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿d, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 '🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e'🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e-🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿d🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿...

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e?

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e

🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿ee.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 de🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿'🗿 d🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e 🗿

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, "🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e," 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿!
🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿,
🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿
🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e

d🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿-d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿?

E🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿eed🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 4475,

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿,

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿. 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿

🗿🗿d?

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿dd🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e'🗿e 🗿e🗿d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿eed.

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿d🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿
d🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿
d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e

e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿
d🗿!

🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿d🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e. 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee. 🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e. 🗿🗿'🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿. 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿! 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿d 🗿e
🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 '🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿'🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿,
🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e
🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿e!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e'd d🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿de🗿🗿🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.
🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de 🗿ee🗿ee🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿ee🗿ee🗿e🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee-🗿🗿ee-e🗿🗿, d🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿.

🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿ee 🗿ee🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿ee🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿
🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿,

🗿🗿🗿🗿d-🗿-🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'd 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿
🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e. 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿. 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e

🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿'🗿 🗿ee🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿 🗿.
🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

E🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 E🗿 🗿🗿 2005.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e de🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿

e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 d🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿? E🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿
🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿d🗿e🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?!

🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿de🗿! 🗿🗿de🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿de.

🗿🗿e 🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 d🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿 d🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e,

🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿eed 🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿
🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

D🗿 🗿e?

🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 100 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.
🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿
d 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿d🗿.

🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿?!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿de🗿!

🗿e🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿, d🗿de!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿!
🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. E🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿! 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 e🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿e 🗿eed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee!

🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?! 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿
e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿d

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿...

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿e, 🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿ee, 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿

e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿de🗿🗿.

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿de🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de🗿ed 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿
🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿...
🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿,

🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿.

D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿ee🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee, 🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e'd 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e
🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d🗿.

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d🗿?

🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d? D🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e... 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e... 🗿ed🗿🗿🗿?

🗿'🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿 🗿ee d🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿de🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿d, d🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿
e🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿...

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿...

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee, 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e'🗿 de🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿!

D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿'🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿d🗿🗿, d🗿🗿'🗿! 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿!! 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿d🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿de🗿! 🗿🗿de🗿!

🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿! 🗿

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿e🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 de🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿
ee? 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿e🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e
🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿de🗿! 🗿🗿de🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿d🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿
e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿dd🗿.

🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿... 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e, d🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿?

🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e d🗿ed.

🗿'd 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 de🗿d. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿 🗿d🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿

e🗿...🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿d.

🗿d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿ee🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿ee🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿ee🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿? 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿e🗿 d🗿e🗿🗿ed. 🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿
🗿🗿.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e d🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿e🗿d🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿? 🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿
🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿...

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 e

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿
e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿de🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de🗿

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿! 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e e🗿🗿de🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿? 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿

🗿🗿ed, "🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?" 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿ded 🗿
🗿🗿 🗿🗿? 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿dd🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d
🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿de 🗿🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿

🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿?

🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿d🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿ee 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿ee 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿! 🗿🗿ee 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿! 🗿🗿ee 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿! 🗿🗿ee 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿! 🗿🗿ee
🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d d🗿 🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿e, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿e'🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e, 27 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿
🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

de🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e'🗿🗿 de🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿, e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e de🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 e🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d-🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿d🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e'🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee-🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

e🗿...

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e!

...🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿-dee-d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿-🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e
🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e! 🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿eed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿? 🗿e'🗿e 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿e d🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 de🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿d🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿
e.

🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿? 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿e🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿ee🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿e🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿?
🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d! 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿
e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 de🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 d🗿

🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿...

🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿.

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿de🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿de🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿, d🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿e🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

D🗿e🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d, d🗿e🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿🗿.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿.

🗿ee🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e.

🗿 d🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿eed🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿

e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿

eed 🗿ee🗿.
🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e...

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿e d🗿 🗿🗿?

🗿'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿de🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿e🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿

🗿🗿e d🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿'🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿.
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e🗿?!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿ee🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿de.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿de 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed d🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿de🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿de🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿de🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed.
🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿
e🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿 🗿ee, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿ee🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿de🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿d🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿de🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿D.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿'🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿de, 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿!

🗿e🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿ee🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿🗿 d🗿.

🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿?!

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

E🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e'🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿e? 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿

e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e'🗿🗿 e
🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 de🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿🗿 🗿e🗿

e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e? 🗿'd 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿
🗿🗿de🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿d e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿
e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'd 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿ee!

D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿...

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e! 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 24🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e
🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿e🗿e?

🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 D🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ee, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿ded.

🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿d, 🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 356. 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d. D🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?! 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e'🗿e 🗿e🗿ded 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e-🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 de🗿e🗿🗿
🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿...

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

...🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿ded 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿

🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿?!

🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿'🗿e d🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e?

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿'🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿... 🗿🗿🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

"🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿

e🗿🗿e."

🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿.

🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿

🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿ed. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿
e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿! 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿-🗿.

🗿e 🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, d🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d.

🗿ee🗿-🗿ee🗿! 🗿ee🗿-🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed?!

🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'd d🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿

e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿!
🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿
🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿? 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿

e🗿e?

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿 d🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿'🗿 d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿e? 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿 🗿ee🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 27-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿e🗿🗿-🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e d🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee! 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e e🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿🗿e🗿. 🗿e🗿d🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿d. 🗿🗿🗿d. E🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿e🗿d🗿? 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿! 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿de 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d. 🗿🗿🗿e d🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e. D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d. 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿

e🗿e🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿. 🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿! D🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿e d🗿d 🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿. 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿-🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿ed!

D🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿? 🗿🗿e🗿e? 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e

🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿e

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 E🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿d d🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿
🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e

🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿e 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿ee🗿, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿e'🗿e 🗿ee🗿!

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e! E🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿'🗿e e🗿🗿🗿ed 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿

🗿🗿e 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿ee🗿e🗿.

🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿e 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿 🗿eed🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿

ee🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e'🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿e🗿e'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿

🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿ee-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿ed. D🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿e🗿🗿, 🗿🗿ee🗿e, 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e. 🗿🗿d 🗿 d🗿🗿'🗿 🗿ee 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿!

🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿 🗿de🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿 e🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e?

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿e'🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿?

🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿d-🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿eeded 🗿

🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿de🗿, 🗿🗿d 🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿

e🗿 🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿e.

🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿'🗿e 🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿🗿🗿e🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿'🗿 🗿e🗿🗿?

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿! 🗿🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿!

🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e!

🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿e🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e e🗿d?!

🗿e🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿.

🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿.

🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿.
🗿e🗿🗿ee🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿e,

🗿 🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿e.

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee, 🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e🗿d.

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿ee!

🗿e?

🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿. 🗿e🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿e🗿🗿🗿d. 🗿🗿🗿d 🗿🗿.

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿, e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿e. 🗿🗿🗿 🗿e 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e?

🗿'🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿e de🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 d🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿 🗿🗿🗿d🗿

🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿e🗿!

🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿. 🗿🗿🗿e 🗿e🗿, e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿d🗿. 🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿🗿, 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

🗿 🗿🗿d 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿 🗿e🗿e🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿 🗿🗿🗿🗿.

@beemovie4

beemovie4 commented 20 days ago

a ai mad a bee movie 2 script

bee movie 2

Hope springs eternal.

Now where'd that flower go?

Hey!

Peter Gibbons is a researcher.

Sturgess has a PhD in biology and chemistry.

Kevin Sturgess is a beekeeper.

Play

Welcome, Barry. Welcome, heroes.

Bird flipper.

Scientists.

Best buds.

I wouldn't want to be anyone else but you, for sure!

You are so awesome.

We are the bees.

Drop, drop, drop.

...or all of us,

until we
are all one

glowworm

singing a tune

into

the

tide.

Jack

Smith is a filmmaker.

At the Kennedy Center, Jack Smith said he recently heard Pete Seeger sing a new song.

"It's a beautiful song about all the things that are going to be going on this summer," said Smith.

Smith is spending the summer with Seeger on his farm in New Jersey.

Pete Seeger's new song — called "I Am a Flower" — might remind you of the songs that were composed
by Maryland's John Philip Sousa.
In fact, Smith's new documentary, "Sousa On the Farm," celebrates Sousa's life, and is scheduled to
premiere at the Kennedy Center on Thursday.

Play

Related: Pete Seeger: the seed of American music

Pete Seeger did a song called "The Maple Leaf Forever."

In 1867, he wrote, "On my back I bear the American flag/And I salute you with my hand/As we press on
with our trek."

Pete Seeger and others took up Sousa's long-gone idea of marching up Broadway, playing tunes on bugle
horns, and yelling "Victory!" and "Long live the flag!"

The idea came to them when they heard a fellow named John Philip Sousa was having a birthday.

Sousa was really a Sousaphone.

I'm the one who is driving the whole band to New York, said Seeger, who was a huge Sousaphone
enthusiast.

The Sousaphone is like a basketball in the case. You see, people who play the Sousaphone have big
fingers.

So they all met in New York City, bought a bus, and set off on the long journey to Sousa's mansion.
The Sousaphone wasn't invented by a Sousaphone-playing Sousaphone player, Seeger said.

It was invented by the man who invented the popcorn machine.

He was a guy called Frank E. Woods.

Woods was in a candy store when he noticed all these candies flying around.

He thought he'd invented something great, a mechanism for making a round candy out of a square one.

Then he went home, took a bath, got all cleaned up, and had his wife bring him some dessert.

The wife brought a square of dessert.

"She said, 'Here's some chocolate, and this is some vanilla and this is some strawberry and I've brought
you some cream.'"

Woods thought he'd invented something great, and he decided he'd patent his invention.

But Woods was kind of a jerk, and he sued all the makers of candy and other kinds of pies, and he sued
all the makers of jellies, and all the makers of chocolates, and even the makers of those marshmallows
that were shaped like everything, according to this clip from "Wooden O Warms the Soul."

Play

"Then, one day, his own neighbors threw him a surprise birthday party and they all brought him some
chocolate."
And on that day, Mr. Woods realized he couldn't sue his neighbors, so he'd have to go after the makers of
chocolate.

And so he did.

And the makers of chocolate were very upset.

But Woods did not take no for an answer.

He even sued John Denver.

"He got the audacity to put 'By The Graces Of The Great God Almighty' on his new album 'The Penguin
Cafe Orchestra.'"

Denver knew it was a major mistake to put the words "The Great God Almighty" on an album.

The song was going to sell some albums, but the producers weren't going to make any money, and they
didn't even want to make any money.

But if they didn't play that song, there wouldn't be any royalties.

And that's when they decided to sue John Denver.

The producer of that album got $30,000, the booker got $5000, and John Denver was facing a $25,000
fine.
"Colorado had asked for the injunction," said Seeger.

The Court in Denver's case found in favor of Denver,

Ai used https://app.inferkit.com/demo

@masalt0

masalt0 commented 16 days ago

i AI'd it too

I don't care, I'm on a roll!

...No, you know what?

How about we just do it?

Okay.

Barry? How about we just not have rehearsals, okay?

No, let's do it!

Did I tell you about my trick for not getting dizzy when I fly around?

Come on! We're flying!

You're flying!

...And we're still not falling!

Come on! That was a rousing number!

It's just so far.

@WachoLmfao

WachoLmfao commented 10 days ago

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!

Coming!

Hang on a second.

Hello?

Barry?

Adam?

Can 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 City graduating class of 9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies And begins your career at Honex Industries!

Will we pick our job 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?

Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

Can 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. Check 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't just 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.

Couple 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.

Come 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! Congratulations!

Step to the side.

What'd you get?

Picking crud out. Stellar!

Wow!

Couple 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.

Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!

That's awful.

And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans!

All right, launch positions!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
Black and yellow!

Hello!

You ready for this, hot shot?

Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

Wind, check.

Antennae, check.

Nectar pack, check.

Wings, check.

Stinger, check.

Scared out of my shorts, check.

OK, ladies,

let's move it out!

Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!

All of you, drain those flowers!

Wow! I'm out!

I can't believe I'm out!

So blue.

I feel so fast and free!

Box kite!

Wow!

Flowers!

This is Blue Leader, We have roses visual.

Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

Roses!

30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

Stand to the side, kid.

It's got a bit of a kick.

That is one nectar collector!

Ever see pollination up close?

No, sir.

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.

That's amazing. Why do we do that?

That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Cool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow, Could be daisies, Don't we need those?

Copy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.

Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?

Affirmative.

That was on the line!

This is the coolest. What is it?

I don't know, but I'm loving this color.

It smells good.

Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Chemical-y.

Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees!

Candy-brain, get off there!

Problem!

Guys!

This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

You are way out of position, rookie!

Coming in at you like a missile!

Help me!

I don't think these are flowers.

Should we tell him?

I think he knows.

What is this?!

Match point!

You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it!

Yowser!

Gross.

There's a bee in the car!

Do something!

I'm driving!

Hi, bee.

He's back here!

He's going to sting me!

Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze!

He blinked!

Spray him, Granny!

What are you doing?!

Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.

I gotta get home.

Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain.

Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

Ken, could you close the window please?

Ken, could you close the window please?

Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out.

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

What was that?

Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes!

That is diabolical.

It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

What's number one? Star Wars?

Nah, I don't go for that... kind of stuff.

No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds.

When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.

There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.

I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.

I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.

Wait! Stop! Bee!

Stand back. These are winter boots.

Wait!
Don't kill him!

You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!

Why does his life have less value than yours?

Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?

I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling.

My brochure!

There you go, little guy.

I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing.

Put that on your resume brochure.

My whole face could puff up.

Make it one of your special skills.

Knocking someone out is also a special skill.

Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.

Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?

Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.

You could put carob chips on there.

Bye.

Supposed to be less calories.

Bye.

I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something.

All right, here it goes.

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.

Oh, I can't do it. Come on!

No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't.

How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.

Here she comes! Speak, you fool!

Hi!

I'm sorry. You're talking.

Yes, I know.

You're talking!

I'm so sorry.

No, it's OK. It's fine.

I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed.

Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting.

This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!

I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, 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.

That was a little weird. I'm talking with a bee.

Yeah.

I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me!

I just want to say I'm grateful.

I'll leave now.

Wait! How did you learn to do that?

What?

The talking thing.

Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.

That's very funny.

Yeah.

Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with.

Anyway... Can I... get you something?

Like what?

I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee?

I don't want to put you out.

It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.

It's just coffee.

I hate to impose.

Don't be ridiculous!

Actually, I would love a cup.

Hey, you want rum cake?

I shouldn't.

Have some.

No, I can't.

Come on!

I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.

Where?

These stripes don't help.

You look great!

I don't know if you know anything about fashion.

Are you all right?

No.

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?"

Is that a bee joke?

That's the kind of stuff we do.

Yeah, different.

So, what are you gonna do, 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.

I know how you feel.

You do?

Sure.

My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.

Really?

My only interest is flowers.

Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan.

Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it?

You're in Sheep Meadow!

Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!

No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once.

Why do girls put rings on their toes?

Why not?

It's like putting a hat on your knee.

Maybe I'll try that.

You all right, ma'am?

Oh, yeah. Fine.

Just having two cups of coffee!

Anyway, this has been great.

Thanks for the coffee.

Yeah, it's no trouble.

Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life.

Are you...?

Can I take a piece of this with me?

Sure! Here, have a crumb.

Thanks!

Yeah.

All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not.

OK, Barry.

And thank you so much again... for before.

Oh, that? That was nothing.

Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...

This can't possibly work.

He's all set to go.

We may as well try it.

OK, Dave, pull the chute.

Sounds amazing.

It was amazing!

It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life.

Humans! I can't believe you were with humans!

Giant, scary humans!

What were they like?

Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.

They eat crazy giant things.

They drive crazy.

Do they try and kill you, like on TV?

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

How'd you get back?

Poodle.

You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see.

You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal.

Well...

Well?

Well, I met someone.

You did? Was she Bee-ish?

A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!

No, no, no, not a wasp.

Spider?

I'm not attracted to spiders.

I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face.

So who is she?

She's... human.

No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law.

Her name's Vanessa.

Oh, boy.

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

Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!

We're not dating.

You're flying outside The Hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!

She saved my life! And she understands me.

This is over!

Eat this.

This is not over! What was that?

They call it a crumb.

It was so stingin' stripey!

And that's not what they eat.

That's what falls off what they eat!

You know what a Cinnabon is?

No.

It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up...

Sit down!

...really hot!

Listen to me!

We are not them! We're us.

There's us and there's them!

Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning?

There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me!

You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee!

Thinking bee.
Thinking bee.

Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

There he is. He's in the pool.

You know what your problem is, Barry?

I gotta start thinking bee?

How much longer will this go on?

It's been three days! Why aren't you working?

I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about.

What life? You have no life!

You have no job. You're barely a bee!

Would it kill you to make a little honey?

Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you.

Martin, would you talk to him?

Barry, I'm talking to you!

You coming?

Got everything?

All set!

Go ahead. I'll catch up.

Don't be too long.

Watch this!

Vanessa!

We're still here.

I told you not to yell at him.

He doesn't respond to yelling!

Then why yell at me?

Because you don't listen!

I'm not listening to this.

Sorry, I've gotta go.

Where are you going?

I'm meeting a friend.

A girl? Is this why you can't decide?

Bye.

I just hope she's Bee-ish.

They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena?

To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream!

Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering.

A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events?

No. All right, I've got one.

How come you don't fly everywhere?

It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster.

Yeah, OK, I see, I see.

All right, your turn.

TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane!

You don't have that?

We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease.

Oh, my.

Dumb bees!

You must want to sting all those jerks.

We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us.

So you have to watch your temper.

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.

Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

Yeah.

What is wrong with you?!

It's a bug.

He's not bothering anybody.

Get out of here, you creep!

What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?

Yeah, it was. How did you know?

It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.

You've really got that down to a science.

I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.

I'll bet.

What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this?

How did this get here? cute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select?

Is he that actor?

I never heard of him.

Why is this here?

For people. We eat it.

You don't have enough food of your own?

Well, yes.

How do you get it?

Bees make it.

I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it!

There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing!

It's organic.

It's our-ganic!

It's just honey, 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!

Hey, Hector. You almost done?

Almost.

He is here. I sense it.

Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around.

You're busted, box boy!

I knew I heard something.

So you can talk!

I can talk. And now you'll start talking!

Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier?

I don't understand.

I thought we were friends.

The last thing we want to do is upset bees!

You're too late! It's ours now!

You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword!

You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio!

Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where!

Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

Crazy person!

What horrible thing has happened here?

These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now

they're on the road to nowhere!

Just keep still.

What? You're not dead?

Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?

To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here.

I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

I'm going to Tacoma.

And you?

He really is dead.

All right.

Uh-oh!

What is that?!

Oh, no!

A wiper! Triple blade!

Triple blade?

Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!

Why does everything have

to be so doggone clean?!

How much do you people need to see?!

Open your eyes!

Stick your head out the window!

From NPR News in Washington,

I'm Carl Kasell.

But don't kill no more bugs!

Bee!

Moose blood guy!!

You hear something?

Like what?

Like tiny screaming.

Turn off the radio.

Whassup, bee boy?

Hey, Blood.

Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.

Wow!

I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours.

Bees hang tight. We're all jammed in.

It's a close community.

Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own.

What if you get in trouble?

You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack!

At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls.

Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

You got to be kidding me!

Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee!

Hey, guys!

Mooseblood!
I knew I'd catch y'all down here.

Did you bring your crazy straw?

We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit.

What is this place?

A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead.

They are pinheads!

Pinhead.

Check out the new smoker.

Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000!

Smoker?

Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks
them right out.

They make the honey, and we make the money.

"They make the honey, and we make the money"?

Oh, my!

What's going on? Are you OK?

Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls?

Our queen was moved here. We had no choice.

This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen!

What is this?

Oh, no!

There's hundreds of them!

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.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor.

Do these look like rumors?

That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this?

He's been talking to humans.

What? Talking to humans?!

He has a human girlfriend. And they make out!

Make out? Barry!

We do not.

You wish you could.

Whose side are you on?

The bees!

I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.

Barry, this is what you want to do with your life?

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.

I remember that.

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!

Even if it's true, what can one bee do?

Sting them where it really hurts.

In the face! The eye!

That would hurt.

No.
Up the nose? That's a killer.

There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters.

Hive at Five, The Hive's only full-hour action news source.

No more bee beards!

With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette
Chung.

Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.

And I'm Jeanette Ohung.

A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and
profiting from it illegally!

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.

Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.

Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from The Hive. I can't do this"?

Bees have never been afraid to change the world.

What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

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

We were thinking of stickball or candy stores.

How old are you?

The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century.

You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too.

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

He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots...

Next week...

Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em.

Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live.

Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish.

In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness!

It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.

Honey, her backhand's a joke!

I'm not gonna take advantage of that?

Quiet, please.

Actual work going on here.

Is that that same bee?

Yes, it is!

I'm helping him sue the human race.

Hello.

Hello, bee.

This is Ken.

Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.

Why does he talk again?

Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working.

But it's our yogurt night!

Bye-bye.

Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours!

Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help.

Frosting...

How many sugars?

Just one. I try not to use the competition.

So why are you helping me?

Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon
bouquets now.
Those are great, if you're three.

And artificial flowers.

Oh, those just get me psychotic!

Yeah, me too.

Bent stingers, pointless pollination.

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.

This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.

I guess.

You sure you want to go through with it?

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!

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.

What have we gotten into here, Barry?

It's pretty big, isn't it?

I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day.

You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers?

Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade.

What's the matter?

I don't know, I just got a chill.

Well, if it isn't the bee team.

You boys work on this?

All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding.

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?

A privilege.

Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world?

I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed.

Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please.

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!

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!

Mr. Benson?

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!

I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice!

Call your first witness.

So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have.

I suppose so.

I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron!

Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms.

Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term.

I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you?

No.

I couldn't hear you.

No.

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.

They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.

You mean like this?

Bears kill bees!

How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your
throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away.

So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. Where have I heard it before?

I was with a band called The Police.

But you've never been a police officer, have you?

No, I haven't.

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.

Oh, please.

Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr.
Gordon M. Sumner!

That's not his real name?! You idiots!

Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005.

Thank you. Thank you.

I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to
blow.
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

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?

Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now!

This isn't a goodfella.

This is a badfella!

Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?!

Order in this court!

You're all thinking it!

Order! Order, I say!

Say it!

Mr. Liotta, please sit down!

I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side.

Are we doing everything right, legally?

I'm a florist.

Right. Well, here's to a great team.

To a great team!

Well, hello.

Ken!

Hello.

I didn't think you were coming.

No, I was just late I tried to call, but... the battery.

I didn't want all this to go to waste,

so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.

Oh, that was lucky.

There's a little left. I could heat it up.

Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby.

That's where I usually sit. Right... there.

Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a
special skill.

You think I don't see what you're doing?

I know how hard it is to find the right job. We have that in common.

Do we?

Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out.

That's just what I was thinking about doing.

Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.

I'm going to drain the old stinger.

Yeah, you do that.

Look at that.

You know, I've just about had it with your little Mind Games.

What's that?

Italian Vogue.

Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.

A lot of ads.

Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine?

Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here!

I love the smell of flowers.

How do you like the smell of flames?!

Not as much.

Water bug! Not taking sides!

Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat!

This is pathetic!

I've got issues!

Well, well, well, a royal flush!

You're bluffing.

Am I?

Surf's up, dude!

Poo water!

That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings!

Kenneth! What are you doing?!

You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it!

We need to talk! He's just a little bee!

And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time!

Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life?

No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them!

Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster!

Goodbye, Ken.

And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man!

I'm sorry about all that.

I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it!

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?

I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas.

We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.

Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers...

Yeah.

Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over.

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.

You got the tweezers?

Are you allergic?

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 to that woman?

We're friends.

Good friends?

Yes.

How good? Do you live together?

Wait a minute... Are you her little... bedbug?

I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the
bee children?

Yeah, but...

So those aren't your real parents!

Oh, Barry...

Yes, they are!

Hold me back!

You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson?

He's denouncing bees!

Don't y'all date your cousins?

Objection!
I'm going to pincushion this guy!

Adam, don't! It's what he wants!

Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit!

Order! Order!

The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of
destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!

Adam, stay with me.

I can't feel my legs.

What Angel of Mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks?

I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please!

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.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Is there much pain?

Yeah.

I... I blew the whole case, didn't I?

It doesn't matter. What matters is

you're alive. You could have died.

I'd be better off dead. Look at me.

They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it.

What was it like to sting someone?

I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then...and then ecstasy!

All right.

You think it was all a trap?

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.

What will the humans do to us if they win?

I don't know.

I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad.

Adam, they check in, but they don't check out!

Oh, my.

Could you get a nurse to close that window?

Why?

The smoke.

Bees don't smoke.

Right. Bees don't smoke.

Bees don't smoke!

But some bees are smoking.

That's it! That's our case!

It is? It's not over?

Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.

Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can.

And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.

Mr. Flayman.

Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

Where is the rest of your team?

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...

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!

Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion.

But you can't! We have a terrific case.

Where is your proof?

Where is the evidence?

Show me the smoking gun!

Hold it, Your Honor!

You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun.

What is that?

It's a bee smoker!

What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee.

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?

What are we gonna do?

He's playing the species card.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees!

Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees!

The court finds in favor of the bees!

Vanessa, we won!

I knew you could do it! High-five!

Sorry.

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.

This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson.

You'll regret this.

Barry, how much honey is out there?

All right. One at a time.

Barry, who are you wearing?

My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants.

What if Montgomery's right?

What do you mean?

We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years.

Congratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement?

First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps.

Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop.

We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath
stink machine.

We're all aware of what they do in the woods.

Wait for my signal. Take him out.

He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine.

And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames...

But it's just a prance-about stage name!

...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack
garnishments.

Can't breathe.

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right there! Good.

Tap it.
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups and there's gallons more coming!

I think we need to shut down!

Shut down? We've never shut down.

Shut down honey production!

Stop making honey!

Turn your key, sir!

What do we do now?

Cannonball!

We're shutting honey production!

Mission abort.

Aborting pollination and nectar detail.

Returning to base.

Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there.

Oh, yeah?

What's going on? Where is everybody?

Are they out celebrating?

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.

At least we got our honey back.

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.

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.

You don't have any idea what's going on, do you?

What did you want to show me?

This.

What happened here?

That is not the half of it.

Oh, no. Oh, my.

They're all wilting.

Doesn't look very good, does it?

No.

And whose fault do you think that is?

You know, I'm gonna guess bees.

Bees?

Specifically, me.

I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things.

It's not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

That's our whole SAT test right there.

Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom.

And then, of course...

The human species?

So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it?

I know this is also partly my fault.

How about a suicide pact?

How do we do it?

I'll sting you, you step on me.

That just kills you twice.

Right, right.

Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going.

I had to open my mouth and talk.

Vanessa?

Vanessa? Why are you leaving?

Where are you going?

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.

Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.

I never meant it to turn out like this.

I know. Me neither.

Tournament of Roses.

Roses can't do sports.

Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

Roses!

Vanessa!

Roses?!

Barry?

Roses are flowers!

Yes, they are.

Flowers, bees, pollen!

I know.

That's why this is the last parade.

Maybe not.

Could you ask him to slow down?

Could you slow down?

Barry!

OK, I made a huge mistake.

This is a total disaster, all my fault.

Yes, it kind of is.

I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse.

Actually, it's completely closed down.

I thought maybe you were remodeling.

But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined.

I don't want to hear it!

All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen.

I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park.

All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got.

Bees.

Park.

Pollen!

Flowers.

Repollination!

Across the nation!

Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California.

They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy.

Security will be tight.

I have an idea.

Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

Official floral business. It's real.

Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.

Thank you. It was a gift.

Once inside, we just pick the right float.

How about The Princess and the Pea?

I could be the princess, and you could be the pea!

Yes, I got it.

Where should I sit?

What are you?

I believe I'm the pea.

The pea?

It goes under the mattresses.

Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.

I'm getting the marshal.

You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco!

Let's see what this baby'll do.

Hey, what are you doing?!

Then all we do is blend in with traffic... without arousing suspicion.

Once at the airport, there's no stopping us.

Stop! Security.

You and your insect pack your float?

Yes.
Has it been in your possession the entire time?

Would you remove your shoes?

Remove your stinger.

It's part of me.

I know. Just having some fun.

Enjoy your flight.

Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job.

Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job!

I think this is gonna work.

It's got to work.

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.

Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it.

I gotta get up there and talk to them.

Be careful.

Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair
trimmer.

Captain, I'm in a real situation.

What'd you say, Hal?

Nothing.

Bee!

Don't freak out! My entire species...

What are you doing?

Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!

Who's an attorney?

Don't move.
Oh, Barry.

Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to
the cockpit? And please hurry!

What happened here?

There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded.

One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious!

Is that another bee joke?

No!

No one's flying the plane!

This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status?

This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York.

Where's the pilot?

He's unconscious, and so is the copilot.

Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience?

As a matter of fact, there is.

Who's that?

Barry Benson.

From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee.

It's got giant wings, huge engines.

I can't fly a plane.

Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?

Yes.

How hard could it be?

Wait, Barry!

We're headed into some lightning.

This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is
developing.

Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory...

That's Barry!

...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew.

Flowers?!

We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience.

Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane.

I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres.

They've done enough damage.

But isn't he your only hope?

Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all.

Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times?

"The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense."

Get this on the air!

Got it.

Stand by.

We're going live.

The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs.

But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference.

More than we realized. To us, to everyone.

That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O.

We get behind a fellow.

Black and yellow!

Hello!

Left, right, down, hover.

Hover?

Forget hover.

This isn't so hard.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Barry, what happened?!

Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time.

That may have been helping me.

And now we're not!

So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.

All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out!

Move out!

Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane!

Don't have to yell.

I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble.

It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice!

It's not a tone. I'm panicking!

I can't do this!

Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it!

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

You snap out of it!

Hold it!

Why? Come on, it's my turn.

How is the plane flying?

I don't know.

Hello?

Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there?

The Pollen Jocks!

They do get behind a fellow.

Black and yellow.

Hello.

All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop.

Where? I can't see anything. Can you?

No, nothing. It's all cloudy.

Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.

Thinking bee.

Thinking bee.

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something.

What?

I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.

Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

Bring the nose down.

Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

What in the world is on the tarmac?

Get some lights on that!

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Vanessa, aim for the flower.

OK.

Cut the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys?

Affirmative!

Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.

Land on that flower!

Ready? Full reverse!

Spin it around!

Not that flower! The other one!

Which one?

That flower.

I'm aiming at the flower!

That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.

I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees!

Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.

Rotate around it.

This is insane, Barry!

This's the only way I know how to fly.

Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern?

Get your nose in there. 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.

Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly!

Yes. No high-five!

Right.

Barry, it worked!

Did you see the giant flower?

What giant flower? Where? Of course

I saw the flower! That was genius!

Thank you.

But we're not done yet.

Listen, everyone!

This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth.

That means this is our Last Chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress
like this.

If we're 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?

We're bees!

Keychain!

Then follow me! Except Keychain.

Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this.

Yeah!

I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

Oh, yeah.
That's our Barry.

Mom! The bees are back!

If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight!

Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Can I help who's next?

Would you like some honey with that?

It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.

Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel!

Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat!

I had no idea.

Barry, I'm sorry.

Have you got a moment?

Would you excuse me?

My mosquito associate will help you.

Sorry I'm late.

He's a lawyer too?

I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase.

Have a great afternoon!

Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere.

No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me.

You're a lifesaver, Barry. Can I help who's next?

All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly.

Thank you, Barry!

That bee is living my life!

Let it go, Kenny.

When will this nightmare end?!

Let it all go.

Beautiful day to fly.

Sure is.

Between you and me,

I was dying to get out of that office.

You have got to start thinking bee, my friend.

Thinking bee!

Me?

Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here?

I'm not making a major life decision during a production number!

All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys.

I had virtually no rehearsal for that.