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! Yeah Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Coming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- Barry? - Adam?
- Can you believe this is happening? - I can't believe it. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Barry why don't you 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.
And a perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
- You got some 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. It's a special day, finally graduating
Never thought I'd make it.
Yeah, three days grade school, three days high school.
Those were so awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took off one day in the middle and just hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
- Hi, Barry. - Hey Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
- Hey, did you hear about Frankie? - Yeah.
- You going to his funeral? - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
Everybody knows, you sting someone, you die.
You don't waste it on a squirrel. He was such a hothead.
Yeah, I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating an amusement park right into our regular day.
I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.
- Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are!
- Bee-men. - Amen!
Hallelujah!
