Bee Movie Page #3

Pollen Jock #1:
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick.

(The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)

Barry:
That is one nectar collector!

Pollen Jock #1:
Ever see pollination up close?

Barry:
No, sir.

(Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles pollen as he goes)

Pollen Jock #1:
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.

Barry:
That's amazing. Why do we do that?

Pollen Jock #1:
That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Barry:
Cool.

Pollen Jock #1:
I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. could be daisies. Don't we need those?

Pollen Jock #2:
Copy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.

Pollen Jock #1:
Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?

Pollen Jock #2:
Affirmative.

(The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are obviously just tennis balls)

Ken:
(In the distance) That was on the line!

Pollen Jock #1:
This is the coolest. What is it?

Pollen Jock #2:
I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.

Pollen Jock #1:
Yeah, fuzzy.

(Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)

Pollen Jock #3:
Chemical-y.

(The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)

Pollen Jock #1:
Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.

(The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of one of the tennis balls)

Pollen Jock #2:
My sweet lord of bees!

Pollen Jock #3:
Candy-brain, get off there!

Pollen Jock #1:
(Pointing upwards) Problem!

(A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck to)

Barry:
Guys!

Pollen Jock #2:
This could be bad.

Pollen Jock #3:
Affirmative.

(Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick to it)

Barry:
Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy.

(Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is still stuck to the ball)

Pollen Jock #1:
You are way out of position, rookie!

Ken:
Coming in at you like a MISSILE!

(Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)

Barry:
(In slow motion) Help me!

Pollen Jock #2:
I don't think these are flowers.

Pollen Jock #3:
Should we tell him?

Pollen Jock #1:
I think he knows.

Barry:
What is this?!

Ken:
Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to EAT IT!

(A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)

Barry:
Yowser!

(Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)

Barry:
Ew, gross.

(The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry into the car)

Girl in the car:
There's a bee in the car! Do something!

Dad driving the car: I'm driving!

Baby Girl:
(Waving at Barry) Hi, bee.

(Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)

Guy in the back of the car: He's back here! He's going to sting me!

Girl in the car:
Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze!

(Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)

Grandma in the car: He blinked!

(The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car, climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)

Girl in the car:
Spray him, Granny!

Dad driving the car: What are you doing?!

(Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above the ground, safe.)

Barry:
Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.

(Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds moving into this direction)

Barry:
I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain.

(A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)

Barry:
Can't fly in rain.

(A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)

Barry:
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

(WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a plant inside an apartment near the window)

Vanessa:
Ken, could you close the window please?

Ken:
Hey, check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see?

(Folds brochure resume out)

Ken:
Folds out.

(Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)

Barry:
Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.

(Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)

Barry:
What was that?

(Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back because the window is closed)

Barry:
Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This...Drapes!

(Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)

Barry:
That is diabolical.

Ken:
It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

Andy:
What's number one? Star Wars?

Ken:
Nah, I don't go for that...

(Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)

Ken:
...kind of stuff.

Barry:
No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds.

Ken:
When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.

Barry:
(Looking at the light on the ceiling) There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.

(Starts flying towards the lightbulb)

Barry:
I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.

(Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the humans are sitting at)

Ken:
I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.

(Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and is about to put it in his mouth)

Ken:
Wait! Stop! Bee!

(Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans freak out)

Ken:
Stand back. These are winter boots.

(Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but Vanessa saves him last second)

Vanessa:
Wait! Don't kill him!

(Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)

Ken:
You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!

Vanessa:
Why does his life have less value than yours?

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

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

(Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)

Ken:
My brochure!

Vanessa:
There you go, little guy.

(Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is still shocked that a human saved his life)

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

Vanessa:
Put that on your resume brochure.

Ken:
My whole face could puff up.

Andy:
Make it one of your special skills.

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