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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't just 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. |
Couple 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. |
Come 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! Congratulations! |
Step to the side. |
What'd you get? |
Picking crud out. Stellar! |
Wow! |
Couple 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! |
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