BEE MOVIE: BARRY BEES' ADVENTURES

2: pilot daddy on da plane

As soon as Barry packed his suitcase -which consisted of various editions of the same black and yellow striped jumper- he left his hive and flew straight to the airport. The airport was packed bc apparently a celebrity was going to be on a flight. That did not interest Barry tbh.
"Excuse me, ples." Barry said as he pushed between the hoards of girls and boys who were screaming.
None of them really noticed Barry except for one which said:
"wtf why does a bee have a suitcase???????"
But thankfully all the other girls and boys ignored the teen and came to the conclusion he was 'dope as shit, man'. Barry knew not what this term meant so he decided it meant, 'stunning like honey, flowing'. Barry sighed and remembered how much he loved flowing honey.
"Delish," he said, licking his lips.

Barry approached the ticket office. He came to a stop and began knocking on the glass trying to get the woman's attention. She was very short and sat low in her chair. She had a round face with very pink cheeks and ginger hair. Barry's knocking intensified. The woman finally noticed him.
"Are there any tickets for any planes today?" Barry asked eagerly.
"Is this a prank?" She replied unamused.
Barry rolled his eyes, "yeah it's just a prank, bRO. JuSt a pRaNk!1 tHe camErA's oVEr ThEre!!1!"
The woman's jaw dropped. "Whet?"
"Are you serious?" Barry was so confuse," i'm joking. Now pls give me a ticket."
"K."
Tapping his fingers on the glass, Barry grew impatient.
"Soo-" he was interrupted.
"There is one seat available on the next plane to Ohio."
"Cool beans, when is it?"
"It's in three hours."
"wAT."

Barry couldn't believe it. He'd have to wait three hours to get on some plane to some place.
"Is there no way I could get an earlier flight?"
"Sorry Mr...Bee? Someone just gave in their ticket so this is the last one left for today."
"U kiddin'???"
Filling in a few forms of identification and paying for the ticket with his cash was a struggle because apparently Bee currency did not count? #beecism
Once he paid and left through customs everything seemed a breeze. Barry strolled around all the shops, taking a look at a few things. Inevitably he ended up buying bc airport shops are pretty convincing. Barry noticed that even still there were crazy fangirls and fanboys everywhere. They hurried around trying to find the celebrity. From what Barry had gathered from their screaming and loud chattering, was that it was a male lead singer of a band. The band was to do with pilots???? Barry was confused. Why would plane drivers make music?

Suddenly, there was an announcement, "all passengers attending flight 6996 to Ohio board at the 54th terminal."
"Ayyyy, dat me." Barry thought to himself.
He now picked up his suitcase and many shopping bags and walked endlessly through the labyrinth of terminals until he finally reached the 54th. Barry's eyes widened as he saw just how many people were attending this flight. It was packed. Every seat sold and Barry was the last one. Bracing himself, he continued on and joined the queue. The line took absolutely ages, they all stood there for about twenty minutes not moving despite being called there to board the plane. Barry was outraged at how humans waste their time and take so long. More and more passengers arrived and formed a queue behind him, many didn't notice Barry - he was a bee so it wasn't easy to spot him - and they moved in front of him.
"Woah woah woa wo w-" Barry began. "Excuse me there is a queue."

The couple who pushed in front of Barry turned around and stared at him wide eyed and jaws hung open.
"What never seen a talking bee before?"
They moved over and let Barry go to his original place. They said nothing, they couldn't beelieve it. Finally when the line moved, Barry was stopped at Passport and ticket control as the assistant wouldn't stop pestering him.
"Please refrain from stinging anyone on the flight please."
"That's offensive." Barry blurted.
"You are carrying a dangerous weapon, I may have to call security-"
"Um no. Are you a beecist? This is my stinger its part of me. I'm not choosing to carry it around like a criminal with a gun or knife."
"Sorry Mr Bee Benson. Will you wait a moment."
"No. I'm offended. Why shouldn't I be allowed on the plane bc i'm a bee? This is triggering and beecist."
"Mr Bee-"
"I will press charges."

All the people in the queue began to agree with Barry, they all protested against the assistant demanding they call security to sort her out. She was roasted beyond all levels of roast and imploded from the 'sick burns' Barry and his disciples were giving. When security arrived, they apologized for the beecism and improved his seat to VIP.
"No bees should ever be treated with such disrespect." The security said, letting Barry finally make his way to the plane.
When Barry entered the plane he was told to go to the special cabin and he was lead there by some lovely air hostesses.
"Thank you ladies." Barry said.
They both giggled and went back to helping other passengers.
Barry checked his new snazzy ticket and saw it was a window seat. Yet he noticed someone was already in his seat and instead the aisle seat was empty.
"Excuse me?" Barry began.

The man turned, he looked oddly familiar. He wore a read beanie on his head. His face looked very tired and unamused, like he was expecting Barry to say something which he'd heard a million times before.
Barry gulped. Why was he so nervous? "I have the window seat."
Barry cringed at how awkward he sounded.
Instantly, the mans eyes lit up and he apologized, "so sorry man."
"It's cools."
The man shifted the the aisle seat and Barry flew over him and took his place by the window.
"Sorry if I looked pretty- intense." The man apologized.
"Intense?" Barry laughed at his choice of wording.
"Yeah, it's just fans keep coming up to me and even on a plane I have no privacy."

Barry gasped. Could he be sitting next to the plane driver pilot singer guy?????
He was in great shock.
"You wouldn't happen to be the plane driver guy?"
"wat?"
"Y'know all the teens in da airport are like 'omg it's pilot daddy i'm screaming halp pls' are you that pilot daddy?"
The man began to crack up in fits of laughter. "Yes, yes I am 'pilot daddy' lmaooo"
"Gr8 to meet u, bro." Barry introduced himself. "I'm Barry Bee."
"Wuddup Barry, and the names Tyler Joseph and da band iz Twenty One Pilots, yo."
Barry felt confused. "Wait wat, there's twenty one? I thought there was only one pilot daddy?????"
"That's the name of the band."
"ah chills."

Barry and Tyler spent the rest of the flight looking at dank memes and having a laugh tbh. It was really snazzy and they got to kno each other really well. Barry was happy he managed to make his first friend.
"Tyler, do you happen to have any food?" Barry asked, noticing his bee stomach was rumbling loudly.
"Yea boi." Tyler began and put his hands in the pockets of his black jumper. "I keep flowing honey in my pockets on the time. Isn't it stunning?"
Barry's eyes began to shimmer with adoration. Flowing honey. He couldn't believe it, he had found the perfect human. After a moment of silence and bliss, Barry looked up to Tyler. Their eyes met. Barry licked his lips vigorously
"Delish."