from user miller: Captain: (over the intercom) Attention, passengers, this is Captain Scott. I'm afraid we have a bit of bad weather in the New York area. And looks like we're going to be experience a couple of hours delay. Vanessa: Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. Barry: I've got to get up there and talk to these guys. Vanessa: Be careful. Barry: (knocking on the cabin door) Hey, can I get some help with this Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. The flight attendant opens the door, and Barry sneaks past by blending in with a black and yellow striped CAUTION sign. Barry: Excuse me, Captain, I'm in a real situation here. Scott: What did you say, Hal? Hal: I didn’t say anything. Scott: Ah! Bee! Barry: No, no! Don't freak out! There's a chance my entire species...
The pilot grabs a handheld vacuum cleaner, turns it on, and lunges it at Barry around the head of his copilot. Hal: What are you doing? The vacuum sucks up the copilot's toupee, jamming it. Scott: Uh-oh! Barry: (landing on the copilot's head) Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! Hal: Who's an attorney? Scott: Don't move. The pilot swings and hits the copilot in the head, knocking him unconscious. His head falls on a button, deploying a life raft that inflates rapidly into the captain, knocking him out too. Barry: Oh, Barry. Cut back to the cabin, where Vanessa is still using the laptop. Barry (on intercom): Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain speaking. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! Vanessa heads over to the cockpit and sees the unconscious pilot and copilot. Vanessa: What happened here? Barry: I tried to talk to them, but then there was a Dustbuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. Now one's bald, one's in a boat, and they're both unconscious! Vanessa: Is that another bee joke? Barry: No! No one's flying the plane! Radio: This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? Vanessa: This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Control Tower: Where's the pilot? Vanessa: He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Control Tower: Not good. Is there anyone onboard who has flight experience? Barry: As a matter of fact, there is. Control Tower: Who's that? Vanessa: Barry Benson. Control Tower: From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Barry: Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. Vanessa: I can't fly a plane. Barry: Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? Vanessa: Yes. Barry: How hard could it be? Vanessa: Wait a minute, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. At Barry's house, Adam stuffs his face with whipped cream. A TV plays in the background, when a sudden news report comes in. News Anchor, Bob Bumble: This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a very suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh off his stunning legal victory... Adam: (mouth full of whipped cream) That's Barry! Bob Bumble: ...is now attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers, and an incapacitated flight crew. Adam and Barry's Family: Flowers?! Air Traffic Control Man, Mr. Ditchwater: Well, we have an electrical storm in the area, and two individuals at the controls of a jumbo jet with absolutely no flight experience. Reporter Bee: Just a minute, Mr. Ditchwater. There's a honey bee on that plane. Mr. Ditchwater: I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson's work and his no-account compadres. Haven't they done enough damage already? Reporter Bee: But isn't he your only hope right now? Mr. Ditchwater: Come on, technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. The wings are too small their bodies are too big... Barry (over radio): Hey, hold on a second. Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass doesn't make sense." Reporter Bee: Get this on the air! Cameraman Bee: You got it. Control Room Bee: Stand by. We're going live. Barry: Mr. Ditchwater, the way we work may be a mystery to you. Because making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you something about a small job. If you do it really well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to doing what we do best working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. Black and yellow! All the bees in the hive: Hello! Barry guides Vanessa to fly the plane according to his movements. Barry: Left, right, down, hover. Vanessa: Hover? Barry: Forget hover. Vanessa: You know what, This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (she pretend beeps the steering column.) Suddenly, lightning strikes the plane, frying the controls.
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Captain: (over the intercom) Attention, passengers, this is Captain Scott. I'm afraid we have a bit of bad weather in the New York area. And looks like we're going to be experience a couple of hours delay.
Vanessa: Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it.
Barry: I've got to get up there and talk to these guys.
Vanessa: Be careful.
Barry: (knocking on the cabin door) Hey, can I get some help with this Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
The flight attendant opens the door, and Barry sneaks past by blending in with a black and yellow striped CAUTION sign.
Barry: Excuse me, Captain, I'm in a real situation here.
Scott: What did you say, Hal?
Hal: I didn’t say anything.
Scott: Ah! Bee!
Barry: No, no! Don't freak out! There's a chance my entire species...
The pilot grabs a handheld vacuum cleaner, turns it on, and lunges it at Barry around the head of his copilot.
Hal: What are you doing?
The vacuum sucks up the copilot's toupee, jamming it.
Scott: Uh-oh!
Barry: (landing on the copilot's head) Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
Hal: Who's an attorney?
Scott: Don't move.
The pilot swings and hits the copilot in the head, knocking him unconscious. His head falls on a button, deploying a life raft that inflates rapidly into the captain, knocking him out too.
Barry: Oh, Barry.
Cut back to the cabin, where Vanessa is still using the laptop.
Barry (on intercom): Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain speaking. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry!
Vanessa heads over to the cockpit and sees the unconscious pilot and copilot.
Vanessa: What happened here?
Barry: I tried to talk to them, but then there was a Dustbuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. Now one's bald, one's in a boat, and they're both unconscious!
Vanessa: Is that another bee joke?
Barry: No! No one's flying the plane!
Radio: This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status?
Vanessa: This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York.
Control Tower: Where's the pilot?
Vanessa: He's unconscious, and so is the copilot.
Control Tower: Not good. Is there anyone onboard who has flight experience?
Barry: As a matter of fact, there is.
Control Tower: Who's that?
Vanessa: Barry Benson.
Control Tower: From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
Barry: Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines.
Vanessa: I can't fly a plane.
Barry: Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
Vanessa: Yes.
Barry: How hard could it be?
Vanessa: Wait a minute, Barry! We're headed into some lightning.
At Barry's house, Adam stuffs his face with whipped cream. A TV plays in the background, when a sudden news report comes in.
News Anchor, Bob Bumble: This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a very suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh off his stunning legal victory...
Adam: (mouth full of whipped cream) That's Barry!
Bob Bumble: ...is now attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers, and an incapacitated flight crew.
Adam and Barry's Family: Flowers?!
Air Traffic Control Man, Mr. Ditchwater: Well, we have an electrical storm in the area, and two individuals at the controls of a jumbo jet with absolutely no flight experience.
Reporter Bee: Just a minute, Mr. Ditchwater. There's a honey bee on that plane.
Mr. Ditchwater: I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson's work and his no-account compadres. Haven't they done enough damage already?
Reporter Bee: But isn't he your only hope right now?
Mr. Ditchwater: Come on, technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. The wings are too small their bodies are too big...
Barry (over radio): Hey, hold on a second. Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass doesn't make sense."
Reporter Bee: Get this on the air!
Cameraman Bee: You got it.
Control Room Bee: Stand by. We're going live.
Barry: Mr. Ditchwater, the way we work may be a mystery to you. Because making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you something about a small job. If you do it really well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to doing what we do best working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. Black and yellow!
All the bees in the hive: Hello!
Barry guides Vanessa to fly the plane according to his movements.
Barry: Left, right, down, hover.
Vanessa: Hover?
Barry: Forget hover.
Vanessa: You know what, This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (she pretend beeps the steering column.)
Suddenly, lightning strikes the plane, frying the controls.