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Linda told me Bane has records of my military career. How the fuck did he even figure out that was me? I didn't even use my real name when I signed up and 16-year old me looks nothing like I do now. Nonetheless we gotta bury this fucker soon. Him and anyone following him. We're gonna need some firepower and our guns are with Arnie for upkeep so it was off to Patton Arms for our next stop. I was flying the Sky Slayer (by flying I mean enjoying the fantastic invention that is autopilot) while Linda kept looking through that national criminal database info on Bane. She was looking through the raids Bane performed all across central America, and apparently one stuck out.
"Hey, just found this. One of their raids was a convoy in Belize. It was for Lexcorp and it was apparently carrying prototype equipment for testing or something."
"Lexcorp testing shit in Belize?"
"Right? I said the same thing. I'm looking deeper into it. Some of these files are classified stuff so we should get something good."
"Well, keep searching when we get inside. We're landing."
The rooftop to Patton Arms was barren, thank god. Sometimes some jackoff with a private chopper takes up the one landing pad Arnie's got up here. Arnie was at the roof's door waiting for us.
"Good evening, lovebirds."
"Hi, Arnold."
"Your Minigun and M60 are doing just fine, and from what I've heard you'll need them. Didn't you already kill Bane? And what's this about an Exoskeleton?"
"How the fuck did you find out?"
"Some police reports leaked out and it's all over the news. Anything I have that could match isn't even in the prototype stages yet."
"What's that?"
"...ah, I'll just show you. C'mon."
We head down the freight elevator into the sub-levels where Patton Arms Skunkworks stuff is. Arnie leads us into a room where our guns our, and that's what we find. Alongside something totally unexpected. Something that I'm sure gave Linda a few flashbacks.
"The Uber Soldat!? You made the fucking Uber Soldat?"
"Just a recreation of the armor from the blueprint. With it we might make a powered armor suit but right now we're stuck here."
"Even like this you think it might be good enough to kick Bane's ass?"
"....no."
"No? You have any idea how hard this thing was to kill?"
"But you killed it all on your own. Just one woman in body armor with a few low-tier explosives. And that was with a creature in the armor. If you could handle in that easily, Bane and his guys won't have that much trouble."
"So the Uber-Soldat wasn't all that uber at all."
"Nah. It's just primitive like that Xeno Cannon we had to upgrade."
"....we don't need this anyway. I'm sure there's something else...."
Linda opens up the laptop she took with her and goes back to searching through the files. I go back to admiring the Uber-Soldat armor. Still disappointed I never got to kill one back at the arctic....
"So really, didn't you kill Bane?"
"Yeah. This one's just one of his old asskissers. Some guy calling himself Bird."
"Huh. Well, what's his problem? Why come back to Gotham?"
"Revenge. Bane's guys were stupid loyal to him. Like Steve Jobs and Apple fans or something."
".....interestingly put. The other Bane used that one street drug, though. Venom, right? And this one's using an Exoskeleton?"
"Yep, and it's way better than venom ever could be. Linda and I took him on together and he kicked both our asses without breaking a sweat."
"Oh....oh no, that's...yikes...."
"Yep...."
"Hey! Hey I found it!"
"What's up, Linda?"
"Here it is! Bane's exoskeleton! The Lexcorp ACS4X. An advanced lightweight exoskeleton built for military combat. It can increase a users strength and speed to 4x their natural limits."
"Well that explains how he was able to throw you two around no trouble."
"But wait! It says that the Belize convoy was full of prototypes meant to be scrapped, and Bane definitely got it from that convoy."
"They wanted to trash it? Why? Performs pretty well from what we saw."
"Well, according to this, the exoskeleton would severely strain the user after extended use. Specifically the heart would be dangerously overworked after a while, which would potentially cripple or kill the user. Lexcorp dropped $45 million on the project just to try and fix this before giving up."
"So basically to beat Bane, we just gotta last longer than him."
"Seems like it. There's nothing about Lexcorp getting anywhere close to solving the straining problem, just all the money they wasted and then it's scheduled scrapping."
"I think it's pretty funny. The biggest design flaw is the guy using the damn thing."
"And it's just what we need. We just gotta make him work hard for a bit and he'll pretty much kill himself without even realizing it."
"Well, let's find the son of a bitch and end him already. Access police reports on that thing, see if he poked his head out any time recently."
"On it.......huh......"
"What?"
"Look at what's on the news...."
The AS365N3 is a medium-weigth multipurpose twin-engine helicopter. The N3 variant was developed for operations in 'hot and high' climates, and introduced 635 kW (851 shp) Arriel 2C turboshafts equipped with a single channel DECU (Digital Engine Control Unit) with manual reversion, mated to an uprated main transmission for better single engine performance. The N3 also features a redesigned ten blade composite Fenestron anti-torque device with asymmetric blade distribution, offering a further reduction in noise signature. The N3's gross weight is 4,300 kg (9,500 lb). Its powerful engines enable fast cruising speeds, a rather long range and high endurance. In addition, the AS365 N3+ uses the EC225 digital 4-axis autopilot. The 4-axis include roll, pitch, yaw and altitude. So, the digital 4-axis autopilot helps to protect the full flight envelope of the helicopter.
The N3’s production deliveries began in December 1998 and this version is currently still in production. Some 825 twin-engine Dauphins have been delivered for civil use in more than 60 countries with nearly 200 operators. Together these helicopters have accumulated around 5.5 million flight hours.
Since the first introduction of the Dauphine in the 1970s, several major variations and specialized versions of the Dauphin 2 have been developed and entered production, including the military-oriented Eurocopter Panther, the air-sea rescue HH/MH-65 Dolphin, the Chinese-manufactured Harbin Z-9 and the modernised Eurocopter EC155.
Technical stuff
There’s actually not much to say. I took this shot with Fujifilm’s X-E3. With Canon I perhaps considered an HDR due to the lighting conditions. But even the X-E3’s JPEGs give you quite some room to maneuver. So, this is a single shot taken at F8.0, 1/80, -1 at 1250 ISO.
Post-production was done with PS CC and included, applying the Camera RAW Filter on this JPEG, add a black-and-white layer (86% fill) and using the brush tool in a mask config. Finally I added the copyright watermarks. The latter is, alas, there to stay due to the frequent copying of my photos. So, don't bother commenting on that.
Maywood Historic Station. Foggy morning had me itching to find some color to shoot at. Had yellow school bus in mind with slow shutter. Waited several minutes and patience paid off. Saw a few yellow buses but this big red truck was irresistible. In anticipation of the light changing to green, I set up with tripod from a low angle on the train tracks to capture station and street on a slanted angle, set shutter to 1/6, f11, iso 100. When the light changed to green, i just panned and caught a few in motion. Thanks for viewing.
Steadying himself inside the cockpit of the Batwing as it rose into the air, Tim quickly examined the entirety of the keyboard. Using his knowledge of the Batmobile’s control panel (from several experiences creeping into the tank-like vehicle to try and understand it better), he deduced which button to press to open the exit to the cave. As he pressed this, Tim raised his wrist-based communication device and connected it to a port on the control panel in order to quickly program the autopilot to Bruce’s last known location. Immediately after receiving its destination, the Batwing sped out the exit and into the night beyond. After a minute or so of numbing silence, Tim heard Alfred through his earpiece,
“Master Tim! I reached Bruce…the signal wasn’t strong enough to maintain contact but…”
“You did great Al, at least we know he’s…alive…” Tim said as he pressed a button to shut off the engine of the Batwing, sending it into a silent glide over the decimated warehouse where Bruce had gone offline. Now, outside the warehouse, a single figure was advancing on a mound of rubble. Knowing Bruce must be in the rubble, Tim thought quickly and pressed the button he thought would eject him into the air. However, the button made his seat shoot backwards in the vehicle before doors below him opened. The seat tilted forward and the seat belt clicked off, sending Tim into a free fall over Bruce’s position. Initially frightened, Tim composed himself and straightened himself and his cape into a diving motion whilst grabbing his staff from his side. He clicked the button on the side of it to extend it to its full length before seeing that the figure advancing on Bruce, a man in a red mask, had drawn two swords on the trapped man. This prompted Tim to yell out,
“Get away from him!” The militaristic assassin turned just as Tim landed on the ground, using his momentum and his staff to launch himself into a kick that sent the former backwards. Tim quickly looked back to make sure Batman was alright before holding his staff in a defensive manner, just in time for the assassin to say,
“A son…” Masculine yet surprisingly scared of Tim, this eliminated several of his immediate assumptions on who could be under the mask. However, he was still certain the assassin’s figure and stature seemed very familiar. Tim didn’t have long to think on it however, for the assassin was already reaching for his pistol holster, prompting the injured Batman to cry out,
“Robin look out!” Already planning a counter measure, Tim retrieved a small charge from his belt and threw it on the debris covering Bruce whilst diving behind more wreckage nearby. The assassin fired off several shots, none of them even close to a precise hit, allowing Tim to stay in a comfortable position behind his bit of debris while the clip emptied. In one fluid motion, once the assassin had stopped firing, Tim retrieved and threw a shuriken at him. As the weapon nearly collided with its target, Tim raced over to Bruce and detonated the charge. He helped Bruce to his feet before noticing the assassin readying another clip to fire at them. Running to cover, Tim pressed a button on his wrist and yelled,
“Pen-7 now!” Above them, the Batwing sprung to life, diving towards the scene and open firing on the assassin. Crouching behind cover next to his mentor, Tim asked, “You alright?”
“Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Batman replied through clenched teeth.
“Who is this guy?” Tim asked, checking over their cover as he did.
“That’s what I want to find out.” Behind them, the assassin quickly threw down a smoke pellet, disappearing into the darkness. Leaping out into the open, Tim activates his comm and commands,
“Al! I’m giving you the reigns. Search the area.” With that, the Batwing began to move without Tim’s commands and scan the river nearby. Batman walked out from behind his cover whilst saying,
“We need to get after him…he needs to pay for…ARGH!” Bruce had clenched his fist and nearly collapsed as Tim rushed to his side,
“Batman!”
“I’m fine Robin.” Batman slowly steadied himself as Tim retorted,
“No you’re not. Your right arm is broken.”
“It’s fine.” Batman was attempting to walk towards the river as Tim continually blocked his progress,
“Trust me it’s not. I’m taking you back to the cave. You’re in no shape to go after him.” Bruce had backed Tim up nearly to the dock’s edge before he answered,
“We can’t let him get away like this. Not after what he did to Lincoln.” Putting a hand up to block his mentor, Tim calmly said,
“We won’t Bruce. I promise. There’ll be another night.” Tim could tell Bruce was visibly annoyed by this, prompting him to say, “Hey, I gave up a lead and seeing my dad to save your life.” While Tim had intended this in a lighthearted way, and Bruce had taken it thus, it did make Tim realize something: his father, the Film Freak, and March’s assassin had all surfaced on the same night. Tim allowed Bruce to walk back to a pile of debris, which he decided to use as a seat for the moment, while he continued to look out into the water. The Batwing continued to scan the water for the assassin, while all that Tim noticed was just how similar the destroyed warehouse looked to the destroyed studio the day Stephanie’s parents died. Somewhere deep inside him hoped she was out of Gotham, far from the insanity. But elsewhere, he wished she was right alongside him, beating down the elusive assassin. Thinking on this for a moment, Tim pulled himself from the water’s reflection and called the Batwing, allowing he and Bruce to return to the Batcave.
This is an old selfie from my studio or tiny room where I made art in Vienna... I look dangerous, but even though I carried a lot of anger inside, I was never any danger to living people...
...I am of a very non-violent nature...
But actually I think it is more of a disappointment on the state of my life rather than true anger!
Peace and peace!
/ MushroomBrain the Hippie-punk
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Café frequenters Episode 149
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...Jimmy was in a room, a surrealistic psychedelic room, the lights where intense almost hurting his special senses but no light-source could be found...
He was alone in this room, when he tried to focus his eyes on the wall blocked out by the strong light he saw that it had psychedelic patterns in different colors, these patterns changed over time to form new interesting contrasting textures....
...all the sudden he wasn´t alone in the room any longer!
...he thought that is strange since non of my bio-sensitive applications notice a living presence, where the faulty again?
...when he thought this minute thought he could feel the body heat of another flesh-creature...
He again tried to focus his ordinary human eyes since he thought his special senses was no longer working...
...there he saw a bearded face, mostly a fluffy white beard actually and a pair of hazel brown mild eyes behind a heap of wrinkles...
...The beard said: Hi I am god and you are Jimmy!
...Jimmy asked in a firm steady voice: Am I dead then?
..the white beard said: no, then he paused and a more sinister evil look started forming in his wrinkles around the eyes, then they started glowing in a orange intense glow...
...he took a firm grip on his own ears hidden behind his white hair and then pulled....
Jimmy thought: Oh Now, it is the Daemon pretending to be god!
then Jimmy woke up he was "driving a car" it was dark and judging by the lights as fast and honking sounds of angry cars quickly made him try to grasp his position in space-time...
He had fallen asleep at the Motorway yet again without turning on his built-in Autopilot program...
He must have drifted over to the opposite side in some Junction? or, or was it another Hack-attack by the Daemon?
...of cause with his lightning-reflexes it was no problem dodging the metallic projectiles in for of automobiles advancing towards him...
...Ok he admitted there was one of two frontal paint job scrapings, but not any problem he actually liked the hellish metals sounds it created...
He, drove across a fiend of wheat stranded his vehicle with a smash to a parked lorry from Bulgaria...
...He left the demolished wreck and brushed any glass splinter from his head and body...
...Then he saw a McDonalds and it was even open, what a piece of luck Jimmy thought to himself, now he could get a cheeseburger and run a check of his programs and evaluate his precent status!
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Hello Thanos my classic Greek friend!
This is the next chapter of my upcoming best selling book... tell me what you think of it the next time we meet at Silvas midsummer feast...
Oh by the way Silva told me that you met a girls... I always thought you where a guy-guy but I can be wrong sometimes....
...today I have a free day off work, still there will be much to do, first of all take my danish money go to the bank and put them on my account so I can pay my rent and electric bill... Then I am going to have a cup of coffee with Bud, you know that guy I was out drinking with at new years eve when we bumped in to your gang...
Take care!
/ Johnny the free worker
“Hello Bruce”
And with those words, a dozen turrets rise from the floor, and begin firing. My suit is pelted with bullets, and before a full system failure occurs, I leap through the window, a bloodied mess. I press my wrist, and the batwing flies to me, and I land in the cockpit.
I have the batwing autopilot itself to Wayne Tower, and it drops me off at the helipad. I begin to crawl to the penthouse, leaving a bloody trail behind me. Alfred sees me, and opens the door. He runs over to me, and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
He brings me into the safe room, and lays me on the medbay. He injects an Iv into my arm, and everything goes black.
I slowly open my eyes, and try to get up, but the pain is too much. I scream in agony as Alfred rushes into the room. He's followed by a Woman in a blazer and brown boots. Selina Kyle.
“What happened, Alfred?”
“You were shot Sir, multiple places. If it wasn't for the suit, you'd be dead by now.”
I look to my left to see the dented and destroyed piece of scrap I used to call a suit.
“Mr. Lynns has used the time you've been out to make a replacement. Several modifications are in place as well.”
Selina turns to me.
“Can you give us a moment, Alfred?”
She says. And with that, Alfred leaves the safe room.
“Why are you here Selina.”
“Alfred called me, he said you might not make it. You've been out for almost three weeks Bruce. I can't begin to know how four bullet wounds feels.”
“I don't need your sympa-”
Alfred bursts into the room.
“Sir, you may want to see this.”
I roll out of the bed, a grab the cane next to my bed. I limp out into the main room to see the news on.
“Breaking news, Bruce Wayne's previous residence, and the house of the Wayne legacy, Wayne manor, has been attacked. It seems that there were four explosives placed in the estate, and they were set off today. At first we suspected this to be a terrorist attack, but with evidence released by Commissioner James Gordon, it seems that an ex-Wayne Tech employee, Abner Krill, has attempted to murder Bruce Wayne. We have confirmation that Bruce was in his penthouse on Wayne Tower when the attack occurred. Stay tuned for upcoming details.”
I turn the TV off, and stare at the painting of my parents and I. We all seemed so happy then. I turn my head to the left to see the old photograph of Gotham from Wayne Tower. It was so bright. So clean and refined. Something that this Gotham cannot be right now.
But maybe in time, I can restore it to its former glory. Maybe in time.
Luna loved it. And I had a fun flashback to a piece I wrote for WIRED about the value of peering into the black boxes of our world.
Given all the talk of automotive semiconductor shortages, I curious to investigate the Tesla Autopilot module to which we have trusted our lives these past years. Here is a peek into the Model 3 HW2.5 module, from VIN0005.
What we found: A magic box with liquid cooling tubes dripping a blue fluid. Inside are two circuit boards with thermal paste (grey and pink) connecting the processors on each board to the metal cooling plate that runs through the center.
Tesla designed a custom liquid-cooled dual-computing platform with the Autopilot ECU and Infotainment MCU on two boards in the same module.
There are two Nvidia Parker SoCs, one Nvidia Pascal GPU and one Infineon TriCore CPU. The autopilot ECU board has 4,681 components. It also has an Intel Atom processor, NXP and Infineon for the microcontrollers, Micron Technology, Samsung and SK Hynix memory and STMicroelectronics audio amplifiers.
For the circuit boards, I’ll add descriptions of major parts, and feel free to add more part IDs to them.
Autopilot (hxdb remix)
yay day 300. Glad I made it to this point, albeit a bit late hehe. I was gonna try to do something special, but I didn't find the time. Got a big two weeks ahead of me...
so this'll have to do. me on the phone, getting some big plans on lockdown. muahaha
The SpaceX Falcon 9 wins the Tech Achievement Crunchie, and Tesla Autopilot was the runner up!
I accepted on behalf of Elon. Here is the video from last night and here is something I wrote about the value of being able to recover the Falcon 9 booster for reuse. And here is the backstage interview afterward that covered the future of space, Planet Labs, and the Mars Colonial Transporter.
Top Board: Autopilot ECU backside — faces away from heat sink, so few heat sources here
• Three big brackets for the NVIDIA chips on the other side
• Various ON Semi chips
Bottom Board: Infotainment MCU — faces heat sink, so that’s where you find Intel :)
• Daughter card on top has four Micron memory chips and an Intel Atom A3950 (4 CPU + 18 GPU cores).
• Bottom right edge: Micro USB card with all my phone use history and SIM card for cellular (I wonder what that could be used for?)
Those Robbers landed on pretty much the only flat spot on the mall's rooftop. Everywhere else there's either an uneasy incline, some ventilation or A/C-heating units, or skylights. Thank almighty spaghetti monster for autopilot, as Adam would probably say. The WhirlyBird hovers a good 10 feet above the mall roof and we just drop down. Before heading in we pull the line they used to drop in back up since we can't cut through it. Some kind of heavy-duty rappelling line not unlike the lines in our grapple guns. I also plant a tracker on the helicopter in case they find a way back up here. Could be a fire exit we missed or something. After that we drop down through the same skylight they dropped down through and walk into panic. We're on the third level it looks like and everyone's trampling over each other to get to lower levels and out of here. Two of them are in the Jewelery shop to my left, one in the Rolex shop next door, and one in the Apple Store to my right. Steph runs to the Apple store so I head to the Jewelery shop. The instant I walk in the pink mask says "oh crap" or something. Didn't really catch it because I was too busy watching that SMG he was lifting up. Before he fires off a single shot I throw a shuriken. He dodges. Pretty good, that was a fast one I threw at him. It was a good enough distraction, though. Before he could lift his gun back up I grab his forearm with my arm like I'm trying to choke his arm out...if that makes any sense. Still holding his arm in my arm, I spin to get to white mask behind him. I hear the pink mask's gun drop and him yell out in pain. Must be twisting his arm. Or breaking it. As I'm trying to get a hold of the white mask, I notice something; his suit is kinda different from the pink mask's one, and what was reported. No-one said anything about pinstripes. We have the identity of three of the robbers. Is this guy the the forth one we're missing?....
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When we jumped in, I remember seeing Jackie across the walkway running to the scene. Got here just in time. I took the closest robber next to me in the Apple store. Tim and Jackie can decide between the Jewelery and Rolex stores. I run in and see a robber in a blue mask filling a bag with iPhones, Macs, whatever overpriced junk was on the tables. Can't believe there's people who pay like over $800 of their parent's money for a phone that bends in their pockets. But wait....I bought my phone with Bruce's money... Wow, I'm horrible. Whatever. I made myself known and the robber cusses out on sight. I instantly recognized his voice. Edward Van Meter, the teacher back as Morris Bench Industrial. It was pretty much confirmed I was right to start with, but it feels really good when you have something like this to show how right you are. I see him pull out his pistol and instinctively activate my staff's shield. He wastes an entire clip. Hard to believe these guys are bigtime high-profile robbers when this guy's such an amateur. The time he wastes reloading is all I'll need to get some revenge. Hey, if you saw the bruise on my shoulder he gave me, you'd want some payback, too....
A pretty interesting Canberra this. Built as a B(I)8 in 1956, WT333 was delivered, new, to Marshall's of Cambridge for trials installation of the Smith's Mk 19 autopilot as well as power rudder stabiliser trials. Shortly afterwards (a few months) it was transferred to the Royal Aircraft Establishment's Armament Department for LABS development and flight trials (Low Altitude Bombing System).
In 1959, WT333 was transferred once again, this time to the charge of Controller (Aircraft) and, in 1958, at the Aircraft & Armament Experimental Establishment (A&AEE) it took part in rocket firing trials with the Microcell unguided missile system.
Around 1964 it returned to Marshall's for a major overhaul before going to BAC Warton in 1965 to take part in flight trials involving drop tanks. A&AEE carried out flight clearance for drop tanks in 1966. In the same year, WT333 was sent to 12 Joint Services Trials Unit at Edinburgh Field (Australia) where it undertook a series of weapons trials before returning to the Radar Research Establishment at Pershaw for "Sky Flash" missile homing head development in 1969.
1970 saw this B(I)8 being put into strorage at 27 MU RAF Shawbury. where it languished until 1976 when it was removed from store and modified into a "long nose" B.6 - the "nose" fitted came from Canberra WK135. It was flown to RAE Bedford in 1977.
Originally I wanted to name this shot "look Ma, no hands!" but just out of curiosity I looked up images on Flickr with that title and I got about 5000 results. So, no thank you =)
But this is the shot I've tried to do a couple of days ago and it almost killed me as I swerved off onto the street, luckily there was no car behind me..
Another day, another street, another try.
Day 141. These new Boris bikes now provide more opportunities for cyclists not to pay attention to other road users. I'm just saying...
So in this photo, it appears as though I am restoring the UP (CNW) route for autopilot. When a train was to arrive here, the operator was called from home and would then show up. You would then call the chief on the phone and let him know you're there and they would call back shortly and let you know of the trains arrival. West Chicago would also let you know when the train went west, and vice-versa. The date was July 3rd, 2001. Jason Tykac or my dads photo I believe.
Unfortunately, it was night time so the view into UP/Metras Barrington yard isn't visible.
The colored levers marked "East" & "West" were out of service train order levers. I had no idea what they were for when I worked there because the levers had "E" and "W" instead of 19 & 20, which is where they sat in the bed. Once I learned more about train orders & T.O. signals, I figured it out.
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After three long demanding days in the mountains, we decided to pick something less demanding for our last day. Our legs were tired and energy levels low so we got the map and books out and started looking for a nice easy hike in the northwest highlands (or so we thought). Beinn Sgritheall was chosen – wasn’t a long walk in and looked like a relatively short outing. Fast forward to the next day and our notion of what “less demanding” meant was changed for ever !! A super steep pull up the screes of the mountain saw us inside a cloud with a knee jarring descent to look forward too!! Absolutely knackered we eventually headed home…. And we nicknamed this hill “The Steepest Hill in Scotland!!” (I have heard other names for this which I cannot print!!)
Ten Years later – two days off work and we had endless adventures options to pick from . This time my companion changed from my brother to Gerry and the plan was to paddle into Barrisdale Bay and head up Ladhar Bheinn. However strong winds made our decision to go with a plan B instead- something around Glen Sheil. As I still had a few Corbetts to do so I suggested Beinn Sgritheall and its neighbouring Corbetts. A long drive saw me meeting Gerry at Arnisdale and we then drove to the road end at Corran to leave my car to save us a couple of Kilometres walk back at the end of the day (more to come on this one!!).
Back at Arnisdale we were soon on our way towards the Bealach Arnisdale. The weather was lovely with the sun shine breaking through and the water of Loch Hourn Shimmering behind us, things were looking good. I was really looking forward to seeing the “magnificent view” from the summit, one which Hugh Munro once said “was the finest viewpoint from any hill in Scotland”.
The pull up to the Bealach wasn’t as bad as last time (legs were fresher!!) however the eastern shoulder was steep and scree filled – much as I remembered !!
Soon we reached the eastern top and the hill looked superb. The top was free of cloud and the sea views were fantastic. However – sods law soon kicked in and about 10 minutes from the summit, the clouds rolled in and on reaching the summit I was treated to the same view as last time – the inside of a cloud!! The wind was picking up a little now too so with a lots of climbing still to do we set off heading back to the bealach for some lunch!
We met a few shepherds here who were rounding up their sheep and we watched the other member high on the mountain side doing their stuff – effortlessly hiking across the rough terrain.
Next up (an I meanN UP!!) was the Cobett Beinn na h-Eaglaise. If we thought the Munro was steep then we were about to find out what steep really was. Virtually a vertical wall of moss and grass for over 200 meters!! I wouldn’t want to descend this! But it was short lived and we were now on summit two of the day with just one more Corbett to go.
It was on the descent of this hill that I realised I had left my car keys in Gerrys car – oops…. So used to doing this, I had just done this on autopilot – so much for having two cars and saving some time at the end of the day!!!
Beinn nan Caorach was the third and final peak and was also the hardest! Not technically but more mentally. I was feeling a little weary and needed some jelly babies. The weather was also deteriorating and we were soon being soaked and blown about as we reached the summit. A short sweetie break and on with the waterproofs and we set about carefully picking our way through the crags on the descent!
The day wasn’t over yet as we still had a fair old romp to get back to Corran – or really Arnisdale as my car was pretty useless in Corran now!!
The rain picked up and the only thing that raised our spirits was that the hundreds of deer that were low down were equally as wet but also intrigued at our soaked appearance!!
Eventually we got back to Arnisdale and the best thing now was that we didn’t have to drive all the way home – we were headed to The Cluanie Inn…..
…the true Armstrong hero.
At Kelly's house, I had the chance to ask him a question about the first landing on the moon that provoked a response that seemed poignant and awe-inspiring.
I asked him, of all of the systems and stages of the mission, which did he worry about the most? He had spoken about the frequently failing autopilot... the reliance on a global network of astronomers to spot solar flares in time to get the warning out... the onboard computers being less powerful than a Furby...
No, none of those. He dove into a detailed description of the hypergolic fuel mixing system for the lunar module. Rather than an ignition system, they had two substances that would ignite upon contact. Instead of electric valves, he wished he had a big simple mechanical lever to open the valves. He kept using his hands to show how easy a big lever could be.
That seemed a bit odd to me at first. So, I asked if he gave that answer because it really was the most likely point of failure, or because it symbolizes a vivid nightmare – having completed the moon mission, pushing the button... and the engines just wont start.
He responded that he had nightmares about that for two years prior to the launch.
It’s a setup for a sequence of tough decisions. What would you do? Go for a long walk? Spend your remaining moments on the radio with loved ones? Have one volunteer try to hotwire it from outside…. Ask Buzz for his air...?
And then, during the Apollo 11 mission, guess what happened? The critical ascent switch broke! Buzz Aldrin later wrote: "A few hours earlier, after we returned to the LM interior once completing the first lunar moon walk, I noticed that the ascent engine arming breaker push/pull switch was broken. Apparently during movement wearing our large space suit 'backpacks,' either Neil or I bumped into this panel and broke off that particular switch. This switch was the direct means of arming our Ascent Stage engine which would allow us to leave the lunar surface. Mission Control verified that the switch was open, meaning that the engine was currently unarmed. If we could not get the engine armed, we would be stranded on the Moon. They advised us to leave the switch in the open position until the timeline called for it to be engaged. I started to think of ways to activate the switch if pushing it by hand failed. As it turned out, the very pen I used to record these notes was the perfect tool to engage this circuit breaker."
And a revelation from one Neil Armstrong's last, and rare interviews that I discovered while researching the Eagle construction log — prior to launch, he thought there was only a 50% chance of successfully landing on the moon, but that they should go for it.
Happy birthday, hero of humanity.
I was on my way to work in a somewhat still sleepy haze . . . driving on autopilot as you sometimes do when suddenly I awakened!
I have gotten in the habit of looking down almost every street I pass (when stationary of course), just in case there is a VW lurking somewhere as was the case with my Dak Dak find, infact I now look down that street every day out of habit to see if it's still there, weird I know!
On this particular morning the traffic had come to a stop just one street ahead of where Dak Dak resides and I did a double take for there in the distance I spotted another Kombi, a blue one with a white roof. I can't believe how many I am finding!
I had my Nikon with me but it would have meant turning around in the opposite direction and being very late for work, something that wasn't an option, so I grabbed a quick shot through the window of the car with my iPhone (see pic in comments) and I hoped it would still be there on my way home, but it wasn't and hasn't reappeared since. I guess theres no time like the present!
All was not completely lost for later that same day Ray phoned me at work . . . 'Did you get my photo?' he asked. I checked my phone and was so excited when I saw what he had found!
With Ray being just a big part of this project as I am, and seeing as he spends most of his day on the road, I have armed him with my little Lumix and a license to shoot . . . VW's that is! He's not a photographer or really even into photography, but he's always such a huge supporter of me and my passions.
Not only was I impressed by what he found but I was even more touched that took the time to stop in order to take a few extra shots other than those with his phone and chat to the barista onboard too . . . the result . . . this wonderful capture, a matt black 1967 Split Screen Kombi named Mr Deluxe, hence the name on the side of the van!
From the back of this vintage coffee van, an experienced barista operates the Mazza Grinder and Wega coffee machine onboard and on offer is D'Angelo coffee, organic Barambah milk and if you're not sweet enough, Panela organic sugar . . . and for the non-caffeine lovers Mr Deluxe also offers Mork dark salted drinking chocolate! Now this is a Kombi you want to follow!
Mr Deluxe is available for hire for markets, weddings, festivals, parties and just about any event! One very cool Kombi, one very cool find and one amazing husband! Thank you Ray!
I think he did a great job of capturing this awesome find and I had thought of pairing this one with fresh coffee beans but I quite liked it with this capture I took recently at one of our fav cafes . . . what a team!
The inner heat sink plate. The messy grey rectangles are thermal paste to couple processors and hot chips to the liquid cooling running through the center.
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Shock, horror, i'm down
Lost, your not around
There's a lump in my chest that
Sends cold through my head and
My mind shuts sound out
I'm on autopilot
And my tongues gone silent
Just switch it off and lay it down
Lay it down, next to me
I don't know when i lost my mind
Maybe when i made you mine
Wooooohhh ohhhhh
I don't know when i lost my mind
Maybe it was every time
That you said, you said, you saaaaaid
That i miss you
-ed sheeran, miss you
I'm 17 now, YEY. & this is my first official image as a 17 year old.
awhh flickr, it has been so long. I guess I've just been wrapped up with college and jamie and what not. Well..I'm back. :-)
Jamie's currently In Finland with his lacrosse, representing England for the world championships. I'm so proud of him and how far he's got, but damn I miss him more than anything. Suddenly everything in my room smells of Jamie and it's driving me insane. 2 more weeks left until I can see him & then I shall be of to a Christian camp I attend each year with him called Foremarke :) It's an amazing experience, and in the past has dramatically changed my life for the better.
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last week, I had the privilege to sit in the cocpit of a Transavia Boeing 737-800, while my litle brother (he is 12 years younger) and the captain flew the aircraft to Barcelona and back
Given all the talk of automotive semiconductor shortages, I was curious to investigate the Tesla Autopilot module to which we have trusted our lives these past years. Here is a peek into the Model 3 HW2.5 module, from VIN0005.
What we found: A magic box with liquid cooling tubes dripping a blue fluid. Inside are two circuit boards with thermal paste (grey and pink) connecting the processors on each board to the metal cooling plate that runs through the center.
Tesla designed a custom liquid-cooled dual-computing platform with the Autopilot ECU and Infotainment MCU on two boards in the same module.
There are two Nvidia Parker SoCs, one Nvidia Pascal GPU and one Infineon TriCore CPU. The autopilot ECU board has 4,681 components. It also has an Intel Atom processor, NXP and Infineon for the microcontrollers, Micron Technology, Samsung and SK Hynix memory and STMicroelectronics audio amplifiers.
For the circuit boards, I’ll add descriptions of major parts, and feel free to add more part IDs to them.
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, rookie!
Ooming in at you like a missile!
Help me!
I don't think these are flowers.
- Should we tell him?
- I think he knows.
What is this?!
Match point!
You can start packing up, honey,
because you're about to eat it!
Yowser!
Gross.
There's a bee in the car!
- Do something!
- I'm driving!
- Hi, bee.
- He's back here!
He's going to sting me!
Nobody move. If you don't move,
he won't sting you. Freeze!
He blinked!
Spray him, Granny!
What are you doing?!
Wow... the tension level
out here is unbelievable.
I gotta get home.
Oan't fly in rain.
Oan't fly in rain.
Oan't fly in rain.
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
Ken, could you close
the window please?
Ken, could you close
the window please?
Oheck out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.
You see? Folds out.
Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
What was that?
Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This...
Drapes!
That is diabolical.
It's fantastic. It's got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
What's number one? Star Wars?
Nah, I don't go for that...
...kind of stuff.
No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
They're out of their minds.
When I leave a job interview, they're
flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
I don't remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.
I predicted global warming.
I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.
Wait! Stop! Bee!
Stand back. These are winter boots.
Wait!
Don't kill him!
You know I'm allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!
Why does his life have
less value than yours?
Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement?
I'm just saying all life has value. You
don't know what he's capable of feeling.
My brochure!
There you go, little guy.
I'm not scared of him.
It's an allergic thing.
Put that on your resume brochure.
My whole face could puff up.
Make it one of your special skills.
Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.
Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
- You could put carob chips on there.
- Bye.
- Supposed to be less calories.
- Bye.
I gotta say something.
She saved my life.
I gotta say something.
All right, here it goes.
Nah.
What would I say?
I could really get in trouble.
It's a bee law.
You're not supposed to talk to a human.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
I've got to.
Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!
No. Yes. No.
Do it. I can't.
How should I start it?
"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
Hi!
I'm sorry.
- You're talking.
- Yes, I know.
You're talking!
I'm so sorry.
No, it's OK. It's fine.
I know I'm dreaming.
But I don't recall going to bed.
Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.
This is a bit of a surprise to me.
I mean, you're a bee!
I am. And I'm not supposed
to be doing this,
but they were all trying to kill me.
And if it wasn't for you...
I had to thank you.
It's just how I was raised.
That was a little weird.
- I'm talking with a bee.
- Yeah.
I'm talking to a bee.
And the bee is talking to me!
I just want to say I'm grateful.
I'll leave now.
- Wait! How did you learn to do that?
- What?
The talking thing.
Same way you did, I guess.
"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
- That's very funny.
- Yeah.
Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
Anyway...
Oan I...
...get you something?
- Like what?
I don't know. I mean...
I don't know. Ooffee?
I don't want to put you out.
It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
- It's just coffee.
- I hate to impose.
- Don't be ridiculous!
- Actually, I would love a cup.
Hey, you want rum cake?
- I shouldn't.
- Have some.
- No, I can't.
- Oome on!
I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
- Where?
- These stripes don't help.
You look great!
I don't know if you know
anything about fashion.
Are you all right?
No.
He's making the tie in the cab
as they're flying up Madison.
He finally gets there.
He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.
And he says, "Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.
Why would I marry a watermelon?"
Is that a bee joke?
That's the kind of stuff we do.
Yeah, different.
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
About work? I don't know.
I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can't do it the way they want.
I know how you feel.
- You do?
- Sure.
My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
- Really?
- My only interest is flowers.
Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.
Anyway, if you look...
There's my hive right there. See it?
You're in Sheep Meadow!
Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.
- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
- Why not?
- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
- Maybe I'll try that.
- You all right, ma'am?
- Oh, yeah. Fine.
Just having two cups of coffee!
Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.
Yeah, it's no trouble.
Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
I'd be up the rest of my life.
Are you...?
Oan I take a piece of this with me?
Sure! Here, have a crumb.
- Thanks!
- Yeah.
All right. Well, then...
I guess I'll see you around.
Or not.
OK, Barry.
And thank you
so much again... for before.
Oh, that? That was nothing.
Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
This can't possibly work.
He's all set to go.
We may as well try it.
OK, Dave, pull the chute.
- Sounds amazing.
- It was amazing!
It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.
Humans! I can't believe
you were with humans!
Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.
- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
- Some of them. But some of them don't.
- How'd you get back?
- Poodle.
You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.
You had your "experience." Now you
can pick out yourjob and be normal.
- Well...
- Well?
Well, I met someone.
You did? Was she Bee-ish?
- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
- No, no, no, not a wasp.
- Spider?
- I'm not attracted to spiders.
I know it's the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.
I can't get by that face.
So who is she?
She's... human.
No, no. That's a bee law.
You wouldn't break a bee law.
- Her name's Vanessa.
- Oh, boy.
She's so nice. And she's a florist!
Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
We're not dating.
You're flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes
with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
She saved my life!
And she understands me.
This is over!
Eat this.
This is not over! What was that?
- They call it a crumb.
- It was so stingin' stripey!
And that's not what they eat.
That's what falls off what they eat!
- You know what a Oinnabon is?
- No.
It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
They heat it up...
Sit down!
...really hot!
- Listen to me!
We are not them! We're us.
There's us and there's them!
Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?
There's no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!
You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
There he is. He's in the pool.
You know what your problem is, Barry?
I gotta start thinking bee?
How much longer will this go on?
It's been three days!
Why aren't you working?
I've got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.
What life? You have no life!
You have no job. You're barely a bee!
Would it kill you
to make a little honey?
Barry, come out.
Your father's talking to you.
Martin, would you talk to him?
Barry, I'm talking to you!
You coming?
Got everything?
All set!
Go ahead. I'll catch up.
Don't be too long.
Watch this!
Vanessa!
- We're still here.
- I told you not to yell at him.
He doesn't respond to yelling!
- Then why yell at me?
- Because you don't listen!
I'm not listening to this.
Sorry, I've gotta go.
- Where are you going?
- I'm meeting a friend.
A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
Bye.
I just hope she's Bee-ish.
They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?
To be in the Tournament of Roses,
that's every florist's dream!
Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.
A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?
No. All right, I've got one.
How come you don't fly everywhere?
It's exhausting. Why don't you
run everywhere? It's faster.
Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.
TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That's insane!
You don't have that?
We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
It's a horrible, horrible disease.
Oh, my.
Dumb bees!
You must want to sting all those jerks.
We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us.
So you have to watch your temper.
Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,
write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:
Anger, jealousy, lust.
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
Yeah.
- What is wrong with you?!
- It's a bug.
He's not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!
What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
Yeah, it was. How did you know?
It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
You've really got that
down to a science.
- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
- I'll bet.
What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?
How did this get here?
Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
Ray Liotta Private Select?
- Is he that actor?
- I never heard of him.
- Why is this here?
- For people. We eat it.
You don't have
enough food of your own?
- Well, yes.
- How do you get it?
- Bees make it.
- I know who makes it!
And it's hard to make it!
There's heating, cooling, stirring.
You need a whole Krelman thing!
- It's organic.
- It's our-ganic!
It's just honey, Barry.
Just what?!
Bees don't know about this!
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
You've taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have!
And it's on sale?!
I'm getting to the bottom of this.
I'm getting to the bottom
of all of this!
Hey, Hector.
- You almost done?
- Almost.
He is here. I sense it.
Well, I guess I'll go home now
and just leave this nice honey out,
with no one around.
You're busted, box boy!
I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!
I can talk.
And now you'll start talking!
Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who's your supplier?
I don't understand.
I thought we were friends.
The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!
You're too late! It's ours now!
You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!
You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!
Where is the honey coming from?
Tell me where!
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
Orazy person!
What horrible thing has happened here?
These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now
they're on the road to nowhere!
Just keep still.
What? You're not dead?
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.
I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
I'm going to Tacoma.
- And you?
- He really is dead.
All right.
Uh-oh!
- What is that?!
- Oh, no!
- A wiper! Triple blade!
- Triple blade?
Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!
How much do you people need to see?!
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!
From NPR News in Washington,
I'm Oarl Kasell.
But don't kill no more bugs!
- Bee!
- Moose blood guy!!
- You hear something?
- Like what?
Like tiny screaming.
Turn off the radio.
Whassup, bee boy?
Hey, Blood.
Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.
Wow!
I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they're getting it.
I mean, that honey's ours.
- Bees hang tight.
- We're all jammed in.
It's a close community.
Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.
- What if you get in trouble?
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
At least you're out in the world.
You must meet girls.
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.
Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
You got to be kidding me!
Mooseblood's about to leave
the building! So long, bee!
- Hey, guys!
- Mooseblood!
I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it's pretty much pure profit.
What is this place?
A bee's got a brain
the size of a pinhead.
They are pinheads!
Pinhead.
- Oheck out the new smoker.
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
The Thomas 3000!
Smoker?
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.
They make the honey,
and we make the money.
"They make the honey,
and we make the money"?
Oh, my!
What's going on? Are you OK?
Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
Do you know you're
in a fake hive with fake walls?
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.
This is your queen?
That's a man in women's clothes!
That's a drag queen!
What is this?
Oh, no!
There's hundreds of them!
Bee honey.
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!
This is worse than anything bears
have done! I intend to do something.
Oh, Barry, stop.
Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That's a rumor.
Do these look like rumors?
That's a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.
How did you get mixed up in this?
He's been talking to humans.
- What?
- Talking to humans?!
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!
Make out? Barry!
We do not.
- You wish you could.
- Whose side are you on?
The bees!
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?
I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees!
Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked
your hands were still stirring.
You couldn't stop.
I remember that.
What right do they have to our honey?
We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
Sting them where it really hurts.
In the face! The eye!
- That would hurt.
- No.
Up the nose? That's a killer.
There's only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.
Hive at Five, the hive's only
full-hour action news source.
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With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
Weather with Storm Stinger.
Sports with Buzz Larvi.
And Jeanette Ohung.
- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
we'll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,
Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.
Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
from the hive. I can't do this"?
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.
What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.
How old are you?
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,
which will be the trial
of the bee century.
You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.
It's a common name. Next week...
He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots...
Next week...
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard 'em.
Bear Week next week!
They're scary, hairy and here live.
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!
It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
Honey, her backhand's a joke!
I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.
- Is that that same bee?
- Yes, it is!
I'm helping him sue the human race.
- Hello.
- Hello, bee.
This is Ken.
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
Why does he talk again?
Listen, you better go
'cause we're really busy working.
But it's our yogurt night!
Bye-bye.
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.
- Frosting...
- How many sugars?
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.
So why are you helping me?
Bees have good qualities.
And it takes my mind off the shop.
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.
Those are great, if you're three.
And artificial flowers.
- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
- Yeah, me too.
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
Bees must hate those fake things!
Nothing worse
than a daffodil that's had work done.
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.
- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
- I guess.
You sure you want to go through with it?
Am I sure? When I'm done with
the humans, they won't be able
to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
without paying a royalty!
It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,
where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,
we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
It's pretty big, isn't it?
I can't believe how many humans
don't work during the day.
You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.
- What's the matter?
- I don't know, I just got a chill.
Well, if it isn't the bee team.
You boys work on this?
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.
All right. Oase number 4475,
Superior Oourt of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
is now in session.
Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
the five food companies collectively?
A privilege.
Mr. Benson... you're representing
all the bees of the world?
I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we're ready to proceed.
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
my grandmother was a simple woman.
Born on a farm, she believed
it was man's divine right
to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.
If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,
just think of what would it mean.
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm
for the elastic in my britches!
Talking bee!
How do we know this isn't some sort of
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?
They could be using laser beams!
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,
he could be on steroids!
Mr. Benson?
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.
I'm just an ordinary bee.
Honey's pretty important to me.
It's important to all bees.
We invented it!
We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room
who think they can take it from us
'cause we're the little guys!
I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
you'll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have
but everything we are!
I wish he'd dress like that
all the time. So nice!
Oall your first witness.
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.
I suppose so.
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.
Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.
I don't imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?
- No.
- I couldn't hear you.
- No.
- No.
Because you don't free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,
it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
They're very lovable creatures.
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
You mean like this?
Bears kill bees!
How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?!
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!
OK, that's enough. Take him away.
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.
- Where have I heard it before?
- I was with a band called The Police.
But you've never been
a police officer, have you?
No, I haven't.
No, you haven't. And so here
we have yet another example
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.
Oh, please.
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.
Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
That's not his real name?! You idiots!
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on
your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.
Thank you. Thank you.
I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome
with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow.
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
Not yet it isn't. But is this
what it's come to for you?
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't
have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!
This isn't a goodfella.
This is a badfella!
Why doesn't someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!
- Order in this court!
- You're all thinking it!
Order! Order, I say!
- Say it!
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.
I think the jury's on our side.
Are we doing everything right, legally?
I'm a florist.
Right. Well, here's to a great team.
To a great team!
Well, hello.
- Ken!
- Hello.
I didn't think you were coming.
No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but... the battery.
I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
Oh, that was lucky.
There's a little left.
I could heat it up.
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
I'm not much for the game myself.
The ball's a little grabby.
That's where I usually sit.
Right... there.
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
You think I don't see what you're doing?
I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.
Do we?
Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
That's just what
I was thinking about doing.
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
I'm going to drain the old stinger.
Yeah, you do that.
Look at that.
You know, I've just about had it
with your little mind games.
- What's that?
- Italian Vogue.
Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
A lot of ads.
Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?
Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
I think something stinks in here!
I love the smell of flowers.
How do you like the smell of flames?!
Not as much.
Water bug! Not taking sides!
Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
This is pathetic!
I've got issues!
Well, well, well, a royal flush!
- You're bluffing.
- Am I?
Surf's up, dude!
Poo water!
That bowl is gnarly.
Except for those dirty yellow rings!
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
You know, I don't even like honey!
I don't eat it!
We need to talk!
He's just a little bee!
And he happens to be
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!
Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?
No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you're one of them!
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...
My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!
Goodbye, Ken.
And for your information,
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!
I'm sorry about all that.
I know it's got
an aftertaste! I like it!
I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.
I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.
Are you OK for the trial?
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.
We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
Good idea! You can really see why he's
considered one of the best lawyers...
Yeah.
Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic
with this jury,
or it's gonna be all over.
Don't worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around
is to remind them
of what they don't like about bees.
- You got the tweezers?
- Are you allergic?
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think we'd all like to know.
What exactly is your relationship
to that woman?
We're friends.
- Good friends?
- Yes.
How good? Do you live together?
Wait a minute...
Are you her little...
...bedbug?
I've seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,
doesn't your queen give birth
to all the bee children?
- Yeah, but...
- So those aren't your real parents!
- Oh, Barry...
- Yes, they are!
Hold me back!
You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson?
He's denouncing bees!
Don't y'all date your cousins?
- Objection!
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!
Adam, don't! It's what he wants!
Oh, I'm hit!!
Oh, lordy, I am hit!
Order! Order!
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!
You see? You can't treat them
like equals! They're striped savages!
Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!
- Adam, stay with me.
- I can't feel my legs.
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison
from my heaving buttocks?
I will have order in this court. Order!
Order, please!
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race
took a pointed turn against the bees
yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.
- Is there much pain?
- Yeah.
I...
I blew the whole case, didn't I?
It doesn't matter. What matters is
you're alive. You could have died.
I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
Look, there's
a little celery still on it.
What was it like to sting someone?
I can't explain it. It was all...
All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!
All right.
You think it was all a trap?
Of course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this.
What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
just a couple of bugs in this world.
What will the humans do to us
if they win?
I don't know.
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn't sound so bad.
Adam, they check in,
but they don't check out!
Oh, my.
Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?
- Why?
- The smoke.
Bees don't smoke.
Right. Bees don't smoke.
Bees don't smoke!
But some bees are smoking.
That's it! That's our case!
It is? It's not over?
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.
And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.
Mr. Flayman.
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
Where is the rest of your team?
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
and as a result,
we don't make very good time.
I actually heard a funny story about...
Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs
taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?
How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!
Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.
But you can't! We have a terrific case.
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?
Show me the smoking gun!
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?
Here is your smoking gun.
What is that?
It's a bee smoker!
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?
This couldn't hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.
Look at what has happened
to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"
Is this what nature intended for us?
To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines
and man-made wooden slat work camps?
Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?
- What are we gonna do?
- He's playing the species card.
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees!
Free the bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees!
The court finds in favor of the bees!
Vanessa, we won!
I knew you could do it! High-five!
Sorry.
I'm OK! You know what this means?
All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.
Now we won't have
to work so hard all the time.
This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.
You'll regret this.
Barry, how much honey is out there?
All right. One at a time.
Barry, who are you wearing?
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.
- What if Montgomery's right?
- What do you mean?
We've been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.
Oongratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?
First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.
Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,
every last drop.
We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more
than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.
We're all aware
of what they do in the woods.
Wait for my signal.
Take him out.
He'll have nauseous
for a few hours, then he'll be fine.
And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames...
But it's just a prance-about stage name!
...unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products
and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.
Oan't breathe.
Bring it in, boys!
Hold it right there! Good.
Tap it.
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there's gallons more coming!
- I think we need to shut down!
- Shut down? We've never shut down.
Shut down honey production!
Stop making honey!
Turn your key, sir!
What do we do now?
Oannonball!
We're shutting honey production!
Mission abort.
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.
Adam, you wouldn't believe
how much honey was out there.
Oh, yeah?
What's going on? Where is everybody?
- Are they out celebrating?
- They're home.
They don't know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.
I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.
At least we got our honey back.
Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn't?
It's the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.
This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.
And now...
Now I can't.
I don't understand
why they're not happy.
I thought their lives would be better!
They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
Honey really changes people.
You don't have any idea
what's going on, do you?
- What did you want to show me?
- This.
What happened here?
That is not the half of it.
Oh, no. Oh, my.
They're all wilting.
Doesn't look very good, does it?
No.
And whose fault do you think that is?
You know, I'm gonna guess bees.
Bees?
Specifically, me.
I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.
It's notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
That's our whole SAT test right there.
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.
And then, of course...
The human species?
So if there's no more pollination,
it could all just go south here,
couldn't it?
I know this is also partly my fault.
How about a suicide pact?
How do we do it?
- I'll sting you, you step on me.
- Thatjust kills you twice.
Right, right.
Listen, Barry...
sorry, but I gotta get going.
I had to open my mouth and talk.
Vanessa?
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.
They've moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.
It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.
Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.
I know. Me neither.
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
Roses!
Vanessa!
Roses?!
Barry?
- Roses are flowers!
- Yes, they are.
Flowers, bees, pollen!
I know.
That's why this is the last parade.
Maybe not.
Oould you ask him to slow down?
Oould you slow down?
Barry!
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
Yes, it kind of is.
I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you
with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.
Actually, it's completely closed down.
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.
I don't want to hear it!
All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.
I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.
All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got.
- Bees.
- Park.
- Pollen!
- Flowers.
- Repollination!
- Across the nation!
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.
They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
Security will be tight.
I have an idea.
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
Official floral business. It's real.
Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
Thank you. It was a gift.
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.
How about The Princess and the Pea?
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
Yes, I got it.
- Where should I sit?
- What are you?
- I believe I'm the pea.
- The pea?
It goes under the mattresses.
- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
Let's see what this baby'll do.
Hey, what are you doing?!
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...
...without arousing suspicion.
Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.
Stop! Security.
- You and your insect pack your float?
- Yes.
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
Would you remove your shoes?
- Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me.
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
I think this is gonna work.
It's got to work.
Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
Be careful.
Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.
- What'd you say, Hal?
- Nothing.
Bee!
Don't freak out! My entire species...
What are you doing?
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
- Who's an attorney?
Don't move.
Oh, Barry.
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
And please hurry!
What happened here?
There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!
- Is that another bee joke?
- No!
No one's flying the plane!
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.
Where's the pilot?
He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
As a matter of fact, there is.
- Who's that?
- Barry Benson.
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
It's got giant wings, huge engines.
I can't fly a plane.
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
- Yes.
How hard could it be?
Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
where a suspenseful scene
is developing.
Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...
That's Barry!
...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
and an incapacitated flight crew.
Flowers?!
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.
Hello?
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
The Pollen Jocks!
They do get behind a fellow.
- Black and yellow.
- Hello.
All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.
Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?
No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.
- What?
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
Bring the nose down.
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
- What in the world is on the tarmac?
- Get some lights on that!
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
- OK.
Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
Affirmative!
Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
Land on that flower!
Ready? Full reverse!
Spin it around!
- Not that flower! The other one!
- Which one?
- That flower.
- I'm aiming at the flower!
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
made of millions of bees!
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
Rotate around it.
- This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly.
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
Aim for the center!
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
Oome on, already.
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!
- Yes. No high-five!
- Right.
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
- Thank you.
- But we're not done yet.
Listen, everyone!
This runway is covered
with the last pollen
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.
That means this is our last chance.
We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?
Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?
We're bees!
Keychain!
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
Hold on, Barry. Here.
You've earned this.
Yeah!
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
Oh, yeah.
That's our Barry.
Mom! The bees are back!
If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.
I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!
Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who's next?
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
I had no idea.
Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
Sorry I'm late.
He's a lawyer too?
I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
Have a great afternoon!
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?
All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.
Thank you, Barry!
That bee is living my life!
Let it go, Kenny.
- When will this nightmare end?!
- Let it all go.
- Beautiful day to fly.
- Sure is.
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.
- Thinking bee!
- Me?
Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?
I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
They are here, there and everywhere* - except their mind is elsewhere. (Part of a series of random strangers sleepwalking the London streets).
*The song: youtu.be/FusIKjztap8