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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!
          
            
          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.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.

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If you were killed, I wouldn’t be at your funeral... because I’d be in jail for killing the person that killed you! We are true friends and we ride together and we die together. 
          
          Send this to everyone you care about,including me, if you care. See how many times you get this. I want you to know that you are amazing and you are my friend until death and forever. If I don’t get this back, I understand.
          
          But I have a game for you, once you read this letter, send it to at least 15 people you know. If you receive at least 3 back, you are loved.