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{{gotis}}
According to all known laws
{{cleanup}}
of aviation,
[[File:LMAO.png|thumb]]


'''InesTheLostAngel''' also known as Ines is a 15-year-old [[attention whore]] with [[GOTIS]] that craves the metal dick of Foxy from [[Five Nights at Freddy's]] inside their asshole so bad they're willing to [[Role playing|erotic role play]] with their brainless 12-year-old [[asspie]] watchers to satisfy it. She ships herself with a robotic furry with a dead child inside, but don't disagree with her or else she'll switch to [[Zoe Quinn|depression mood and say depressing things]] like she'll [[an hero|kill herself whenever anything doesn't go her way]]. [[SJW|She can't take the fact that people disagree]] with her ships so she throws an autistic fit and draws Foxy having crippling depression over her having some kind of abortion. Nonetheless, it's fun to watch her act like a child.  
 
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.


==A Neverending Thirst for Attention==
 
[[File:InesTheThristyFeminist.png|thumb]]
Its wings are too small to get
[[File:inesattentionrape.png|thumb|Claiming to be raped, but she was only "raped in her dreams".]]
its fat little body off the ground.


If you were wondering where people got the idea where she acts like a depressing attention whore, you can go see her DeviantART journals and comments for yourself. She bluffs how she'd kill herself for the dumbest reasons or plainly because she wants her brainless fans to lick her greasy vagina for attention. Her fans get genuinely scared for her but the brutal truth is, she just wants her ass kissed, head patted, reviews praised, and her enemies attacked. It's one of the only reason why her channel is still alive to this day.
 
The bee, of course, flies anyway


One of her plans for attention is claiming to be "raped". But, the thing is, she claim she was only "raped in her dreams". Of course she didn't make a journal that it was nothing but a dream, knowing her she was enjoying it too much to put it up as a disclaimer. Ines was too busy craving for attention with her greasy vagina as her fans kissed her ass with no question.
 
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.


It's normal for her to see herself act this immature. In fact, if anyone were to call out her bullshit she'd make a full on rant and flip the tables, pointing them out as haters with jealousy. If that doesn't work, she'd cry and act like a sick puppy and her watchers will be dumb enough to fall for it. Obviously they're not there for her intelligence or personality. They're there because she's <s>entertaining</s> whoring for attention. The same reason why Trisha Paytas still has supporters. People like to see a train wreck like a horde of butthurt feminists as she tries to pick drama over everyone or obsess over a numerous of ex-lovers who left her 6 fucking months ago. The truth is, no one wants to be the clown that leeches off anyone for attention.
 
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


==Creepiness==
 
[[File:When you need that pussy badly doe.png|thumb]]
Ooh, black and yellow!
[[File:EW.png|thumb]]
Let's shake it up a little.


Believe it or not there's no chance she will change. In fact most of her days she just spews dirt at her ex-boyfriends if she gets hate accounts/articles without any actual proof or writes a shitty sob story about her ex-girlfriends who probably hates her now. In the description it even says her ex blocked her, and you write about her in the story as if she misses you? I think there's a reason she blocked you, gee maybe she wants ''nothing to do with you''. It's pretty sad I'm not gonna lie. In these shitty fan fictions she writes about all the people who left her or even confronted her about her actions, portraying them as the bad guy or people who simply misunderstood. Her defense is that she can post whatever she wants even if it's writing stories praising herself like a tragic hero including real people without their permission, and yet people can't write articles on her or else she'll call the police? Boo fucking hoo. As you can see there's a difference between calling people out on their bullshit, and '''writting these shitty stories about people who've moved on and don't want to deal with your train wreck ass.'''
 
Barry! Breakfast is ready!


http://inesthelostangel.deviantart.com/art/Control-And-Deadly-Disorder-Pilot-608923253
 
http://inesthelostangel.deviantart.com/art/Apocalypse-By-Youth-Chapter-2-629694282
Ooming!


== Death Threats ==
 
http://pre00.deviantart.net/d0c8/th/pre/f/2015/090/6/7/i_killed_them____by_inesthelostangel-d8nty87.png
Hang on a second.
In this lovely photo, our InesTheLost"Angel" talks about how she cut off her ex's (who's deviantart account is now deactivated, probably due to Ines' white knights witch hunting him.) and cutting off her ex's girlfriend's hair, breasts, and putting a knife in her head. (Account also deactivated.) In this photo she also talks about killing her self because her exs broke up with her, which has also happened to her other exs. Ines is clearly troubled. She does have a mental illness, but not the kind she claims to have. It's more likely something that makes it harder for her to talk things out or make amends with people. This is no reason to treat her differently though, she starts shit with people and expects sympathy. InesTheLostSuccubus more like it.


It's truly sad to see how manipulative she is, she can do whatever she wants. She can make fucked up stories making her ex crave her affection with Stockholm syndrome, make people who disagree with her die in her stories and just be some kind of narcissistic pop star.  She truly is a succubuss. I don't know what's worse, the way she acts like some hero by uploading some salty video on her crappy iPhone 1 or the way she doesn't even tell the whole truth to her fans, she just makes crappy stories acting like some poor little puppy.
 
Hello?


People refuse to take her seriously so they make joke accounts to mock her behavior. She calls it "harassment" and threatens to contact the police.
 
It's the internet baby, you acted like a piece of shit and people will say something. You pretty much dug yourself your own hole, now you're whining?
- Barry?
- Adam?


It's funny she calls that harassment as if she forgot all the shit she's done to so many people, driving them away or making them delete their accounts because she can't control herself.
 
It's actually well deserved in my opinion.
- Oan you believe this is happening?
True lack of intelligence there, what if your "attacker" lives all the way on the other side of the country? what are you gonna do? Attack people who weren't involved and act all big like a little idiotic, manipulative 15 year old girl will actually do anything.  
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
The conclusion is, threaten all your big mean bullies all you want, but in the end of the day crying about calling the cops or spamming even more death threats won't help you. It just makes you become nothing but a laughing stock.
You think and act you're some big and powerful goddess when you're nothing but some joke to everyone else ;)


== Crippling Depression ==
 
Looking sharp.


So as you know now, our sweet little angel is depressed because she can't move on after her last ex decided to break up. After their break up session, they were still friends. But right after that, her ex blocked her everywhere on social media to move on. She hoped that our little sweet angel will move on too, but you saw what happened right? Our sweet angel's friends tried to support her with moving on, but what did she do? She's being a douche to them and blocked them too. It took a while for her to realize what she has done as she ranted about them on DeviantART how much she hated people who are in contact with her ex. Meanwhile, she is writing stories about her being a terrorist (InesTheLostIsis amiright?) etc. Guess who are featured in? Exactly, she put people in without asking permission! She even put her ex in it.. Ines, sweetheart. If you're reading this, deal with the shit that's going on now. Your ex left you for a good reason and yet, you keep ranting about people who are in contact with her and how much you miss her. Just stop, oke? Just stop! None needs to know this shit. None! Your friends have tried to support you but then your like "Move on? MOVE ON? I CAN'T MOVE ON!" even your watchers supported you! Oh I get it! You don't yell at your watchers for supporting you because you 'care' about them. But when your friends tries to support you with moving on, You're being a dickhead to them! Let me tell you.. Friends are more important than watchers. Just deal with it...
 
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.


http://inesthelostangel.deviantart.com/journal/Devious-Journal-Entry-630423703
 
Sorry. I'm excited.


==Gallery==
 
<center>
Here's the graduate.
<gallery>
We're very proud of you, son.
File:Humans are my orginal oc.png|Real life human beings are my oc !!!11!!!111!!!!111111
File:Excuses for threats.png| Her pathetic excuses
File:InesTheHornyEmo.png| Horniest emo
File:Cuck.png|How not to act after a break up
File:Suck 12 year old dick.png| Nick from ZooTopia x InesTheLostSuccubus
File:NOOO.png| When you're not popular anymore
File:Someone that's actually not a asskisser.png
</gallery>
</center>


==External Links==
 
A perfect report card, all B's.


*{{deviantart|InesTheLostAngel|Ines' DeviantART page}}
 
*[https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCezNuD1Yw-EXM4nCLzTBkpg Ines' YouTube channel]
Very proud.
*[https://plus.google.com/u/0/116589639642539340467 Ines' Google+]
*{{instagram|OfficialInesTheLostAngel|Ines' Instagram}}


{{DA}}
 
{{Furries}}
Ma! I got a thing going here.
{{whores}}
 
[[Category:People]]
 
- 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.
 
 
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
 
 
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
 
 
That's why 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!
 
 
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
 
 
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
 
 
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...
 
 
...9:15.
 
 
That concludes our ceremonies.
 
 
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!
 
 
Will we pick ourjob today?
 
 
I heard it's just orientation.
 
 
Heads up! Here we go.
 
 
Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
 
 
- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.
 
 
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco
 
 
and a part of the Hexagon Group.
 
 
This is it!
 
 
Wow.
 
 
Wow.
 
 
We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life
 
 
to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.
 
 
Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
 
 
Our top-secret formula
 
 
is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
 
 
into this soothing sweet syrup
 
 
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...
 
 
Honey!
 
 
- That girl was hot.
- She's my cousin!
 
- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.
 
 
- Right. You're right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive
 
 
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.
 
 
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.
 
 
- What do you think he makes?
- Not enough.
 
 
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.
 
 
- What does that do?
- Oatches that little strand of honey
 
 
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.
 
 
Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
 
 
Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know
 
 
that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.
 
 
But choose carefully
 
 
because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.
 
 
The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.
 
 
What's the difference?
 
 
You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off
 
 
in 27 million years.
 
 
So you'll just work us to death?
 
 
We'll sure try.
 
 
Wow! That blew my mind!
 
 
"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?
 
 
One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.
 
 
I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.
 
 
But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?
 
 
Why would you question anything?
We're bees.
 
 
We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.
 
 
You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?
 
 
Like what? Give me one example.
 
 
I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.
 
 
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.
 
 
Wait a second. Oheck it out.
 
 
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.
 
 
I've never seen them this close.
 
 
They know what it's like
outside the hive.
 
 
Yeah, but some don't come back.
 
 
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!
 
 
You guys did great!
 
 
You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
 
 
- I wonder where they were.
- I don't know.
 
 
Their day's not planned.
 
 
Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.
 
 
You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.
 
 
Right.
 
 
Look. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.
 
 
It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.
 
 
Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.
 
 
Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?
 
 
Distant. Distant.
 
 
Look at these two.
 
 
- Oouple of Hive Harrys.
- Let's have fun with them.
 
 
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.
 
 
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!
 
 
He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!
 
 
- Oh, my!
- I never thought I'd knock him out.
 
 
What were you doing during this?
 
 
Trying to alert the authorities.
 
 
I can autograph that.
 
 
A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?
 
 
Yeah. Gusty.
 
 
We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.
 
 
- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!
 
 
A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.
 
 
- Maybe I am.
- You are not!
 
 
We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
 
 
What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?
 
 
I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.
 
 
Hey, Honex!
 
 
Dad, you surprised me.
 
 
You decide what you're interested in?
 
 
- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.
 
 
Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?
 
 
Son, let me tell you about stirring.
 
 
You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.
 
 
You get yourself into a rhythm.
It's a beautiful thing.
 
 
You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,
 
 
maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.
 
 
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?
 
 
That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.
 
 
Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey!
 
 
- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
- I'm not trying to be funny.
 
 
You're not funny! You're going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
 
 
- You're gonna be a stirrer?
- No one's listening to me!
 
 
Wait till you see the sticks I have.
 
 
I could say anything right now.
I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
 
 
Let's open some honey and celebrate!
 
 
Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.
 
 
Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
 
 
I'm so proud.
 
 
- We're starting work today!
- Today's the day.
 
 
Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.
 
 
Yeah, right.
 
 
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
 
 
- Is it still available?
- Hang on. Two left!
 
 
One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.
 
 
- What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar!
 
 
Wow!
 
 
Oouple of newbies?
 
 
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
 
 
Make your choice.
 
 
- You want to go first?
- No, you go.
 
 
Oh, my. What's available?
 
 
Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.
 
 
- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
- Sure, you're on.
 
 
I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
 
 
Wax monkey's always open.
 
 
The Krelman opened up again.
 
 
What happened?
 
 
A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.
 
 
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
 
 
Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!
 
 
Oh, this is so hard!
 
 
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
 
 
humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
 
 
mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry?
 
 
Barry!
 
 
All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...
 
 
What happened to you?
Where are you?
 
 
- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?
 
 
- Out there.
- Oh, no!
 
 
I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.
 
 
You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?
 
 
Another call coming in.
 
 
If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd
 
 
that gets their roses today.
 
 
Hey, guys.
 
 
- Look at that.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
 
 
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
 
 
It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
 
 
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
 
 
Sign here, here. Just initial that.
 
 
- Thank you.
- OK.
 
 
You got a rain advisory today,
 
 
and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.
 
 
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,
 
 
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.
 
 
Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.
 
 
Murphy's in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!
 
 
- That's awful.
- And a reminder for you rookies,
 
 
bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!
 
 
All right, launch positions!
 
 
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
 
 
Black and yellow!
 
 
Hello!
 
 
You ready for this, hot shot?
 
 
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
 
 
Wind, check.
 
 
- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.
 
 
- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.
 
 
Scared out of my shorts, check.
 
 
OK, ladies,
 
 
let's move it out!
 
 
Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!
 
 
All of you, drain those flowers!
 
 
Wow! I'm out!
 
 
I can't believe I'm out!
 
 
So blue.
 
 
I feel so fast and free!
 
 
Box kite!
 
 
Wow!
 
 
Flowers!
 
 
This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.
 
 
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
 
 
Roses!
 
 
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
 
 
Stand to the side, kid.
It's got a bit of a kick.
 
 
That is one nectar collector!
 
 
- Ever see pollination up close?
- No, sir.
 
 
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,
 
 
a pinch on that one.
See that? It's a little bit of magic.
 
 
That's amazing. Why do we do that?
 
 
That's pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
 
 
Oool.
 
 
I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?
 
 
Oopy that visual.
 
 
Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.
 
 
Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?
 
 
Affirmative.
 
 
That was on the line!
 
 
This is the coolest. What is it?
 
 
I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
 
 
It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.
 
 
Yeah, fuzzy.
 
 
Ohemical-y.
 
 
Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
 
 
My sweet lord of bees!
 
 
Oandy-brain, get off there!
 
 
Problem!
 
 
- Guys!
- This could be bad.
 
 
Affirmative.
 
 
Very close.
 
 
Gonna hurt.
 
 
Mama's little boy.
 
 
You are way out of position

Revision as of 23:44, 25 June 2017

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.


I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.


I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.


That's why 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!


Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of...


...9:15.


That concludes our ceremonies.


And begins your career at Honex Industries!


Will we pick ourjob today?


I heard it's just orientation.


Heads up! Here we go.


Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.


- Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary.


Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco


and a part of the Hexagon Group.


This is it!


Wow.


Wow.


We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life


to get to the point where you can work for your whole life.


Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


Our top-secret formula


is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


into this soothing sweet syrup


with its distinctive golden glow you know as...


Honey!


- That girl was hot. - She's my cousin!

- She is? - Yes, we're all cousins.


- Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive


to improve every aspect of bee existence.


These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology.


- What do you think he makes? - Not enough.


Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.


- What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey


that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions.


Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know


that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot.


But choose carefully


because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.


The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.


What's the difference?


You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off


in 27 million years.


So you'll just work us to death?


We'll sure try.


Wow! That blew my mind!


"What's the difference?" How can you say that?


One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make.


I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life.


But, Adam, how could they never have told us that?


Why would you question anything? We're bees.


We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.


You ever think maybe things work a little too well here?


Like what? Give me one example.


I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about.


Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.


Wait a second. Oheck it out.


- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow.


I've never seen them this close.


They know what it's like outside the hive.


Yeah, but some don't come back.


- Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks!


You guys did great!


You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


- I wonder where they were. - I don't know.


Their day's not planned.


Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.


You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.


Right.


Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.


It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.


Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.


Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?


Distant. Distant.


Look at these two.


- Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them.


It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.


Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom!


He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!


- Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out.


What were you doing during this?


Trying to alert the authorities.


I can autograph that.


A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?


Yeah. Gusty.


We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.


- Six miles, huh? - Barry!


A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.


- Maybe I am. - You are not!


We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?


I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.


Hey, Honex!


Dad, you surprised me.


You decide what you're interested in?


- Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one.


Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?


Son, let me tell you about stirring.


You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.


You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.


You know, Dad, the more I think about it,


maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.


You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?


That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.


Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!


- Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny.


You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


- You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me!


Wait till you see the sticks I have.


I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


Let's open some honey and celebrate!


Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae.


Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


I'm so proud.


- We're starting work today! - Today's the day.


Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.


Yeah, right.


Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


- Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left!


One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side.


- What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar!


Wow!


Oouple of newbies?


Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


Make your choice.


- You want to go first? - No, you go.


Oh, my. What's available?


Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.


- Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on.


I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


Wax monkey's always open.


The Krelman opened up again.


What happened?


A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one.


Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!


Oh, this is so hard!


Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry?


Barry!


All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine...


What happened to you? Where are you?


- I'm going out. - Out? Out where?


- Out there. - Oh, no!


I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life.


You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


Another call coming in.


If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd


that gets their roses today.


Hey, guys.


- Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


Sign here, here. Just initial that.


- Thank you. - OK.


You got a rain advisory today,


and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain.


So be careful. As always, watch your brooms,


hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.


Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us.


Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!


- That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies,


bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans!


All right, launch positions!


Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


Black and yellow!


Hello!


You ready for this, hot shot?


Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


Wind, check.


- Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check.


- Wings, check. - Stinger, check.


Scared out of my shorts, check.


OK, ladies,


let's move it out!


Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!


All of you, drain those flowers!


Wow! I'm out!


I can't believe I'm out!


So blue.


I feel so fast and free!


Box kite!


Wow!


Flowers!


This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual.


Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


Roses!


30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick.


That is one nectar collector!


- Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir.


I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there,


a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.


That's amazing. Why do we do that?


That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


Oool.


I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


Oopy that visual.


Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.


Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?


Affirmative.


That was on the line!


This is the coolest. What is it?


I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.


Yeah, fuzzy.


Ohemical-y.


Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


My sweet lord of bees!


Oandy-brain, get off there!


Problem!


- Guys! - This could be bad.


Affirmative.


Very close.


Gonna hurt.


Mama's little boy.


You are way out of position

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