Street Walking Rebel

Part 6

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? Oome on, it's my turn.

 
How is the plane flying?

 
I don't know.