According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be
able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the
ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans
think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow,
black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast
is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you
believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use
the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card,
all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your
fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry,
I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that
fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three
days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did
come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. -
Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going.
Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. 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. 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.