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According to all known lawsof aviation,  there is no way a beeshould be able to fly.  Its wings are too small to getits fat little body off the ground.  The bee, of course, flies anyway  because bees don't carewhat 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 fatherpaid 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 tooka 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 havejust gotten out of the way.  I love this incorporatingan 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 Oitygraduating class of...  ...9:15.  That concludes our ceremonies.  And begins your careerat Honex Industries!  Will we pick ourjob today?  I heard it's just orientation.  Heads up! Here we go.  Keep your hands and antennasinside 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 youcan work for your whole life.  Honey begins when our valiant PollenJocks 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 distinctivegolden 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 aspectof bee existence.  These bees are stress-testinga 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 aresmall 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 jobyou 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 haveto make one decision in life.  But, Adam, how could theynever have told us that?  Why would you question anything?We're bees.  We're the most perfectlyfunctioning society on Earth.  You ever think maybe thingswork a little too well here?  Like what? Give me one example.  I don't know. But you knowwhat 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 likeoutside 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 knowswhere, doing who knows what.  You can'tjust decide to be a PollenJock. You have to be bred for that.  Right.  Look. That's more pollenthan 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 itand 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 dangerousbeing a Pollen Jock.  Yeah. Once a bear pinned meagainst 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 patchsix 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 dependson 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 boreddoing the same job every day?  Son, let me tell you about stirring.  You grab that stick, and you justmove 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 fieldjust isn't right for me.  You were thinking of what,making balloon animals?  That's a bad jobfor a guy with a stinger.  Janet, your son's not surehe wants to go into honey!  - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.- I'm not trying to be funny.  You're not funny! You're goinginto 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. Geta gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!  I'm so proud.  - We're starting work today!- Today's the day.  Oome on! All the good jobswill 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, whatdo you think I should... Barry?  Barry!  All right, we've got the sunflower patchin 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 goto 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 reportsof 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 itover 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, moreflowers, 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 flowersseems to be on the move.  Say again? You're reportinga 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 levelout 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 closethe window please?  Ken, could you closethe 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 specialskills, 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'reflabbergasted, can't believe what I say.  There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.  I don't remember the sunhaving 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 haveless value than yours?  Why does his life have any less valuethan mine? Is that your statement?  I'm just saying all life has value. Youdon'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 outis 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 thisis very disconcerting.  This is a bit of a surprise to me.I mean, you're a bee!  I am. And I'm not supposedto 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 knowanything about fashion.  Are you all right?  No.  He's making the tie in the cabas 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 ora doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.  - Really?- My only interest is flowers.  Our new queen was just electedwith 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 youso 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 believeyou 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 sawwhatever you wanted to see.  You had your "experience." Now youcan 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, talkingto 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 denythe 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 decisionsto think about.  What life? You have no life!You have no job. You're barely a bee!  Would it kill youto 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 paradeof flowers every year in Pasadena?  To be in the Tournament of Roses,that's every florist's dream!  Up on a float, surroundedby flowers, crowds cheering.  A tournament. Do the rosescompete in athletic events?  No. All right, I've got one.How come you don't fly everywhere?  It's exhausting. Why don't yourun 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 thatdown to a science.  - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.- I'll bet.  What in the nameof 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 haveenough 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 bottomof 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 wantto do is upset bees!  You're too late! It's ours now!  You, sir, have crossedthe wrong sword!  You, sir, will be lunchfor 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 knewwhat 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 anythingthat 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 haveto 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 goesis 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 leavethe 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 brainthe 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 thisknocks 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'rein 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 stolenon a massive scale!  This is worse than anything bearshave done! I intend to do something.  Oh, Barry, stop.  Who told you humans are takingour 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 wantto do with your life?  I want to do it for all our lives.Nobody works harder than bees!  Dad, I remember youcoming 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 itin 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 stingthe humans, one place where it matters.  Hive at Five, the hive's onlyfull-hour action news source.  No more bee beards!  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 racefor stealing our honey,  packaging it and profitingfrom it illegally!  Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,  we'll have three former queens here inour 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 kidfrom the hive. I can't do this"?  Bees have never been afraidto change the world.  What about Bee Oolumbus?Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?  Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.  We were thinkingof stickball or candy stores.  How old are you?  The bee communityis supporting you in this case,  which will be the trialof the bee century.  You know, they have a Larry Kingin the human world too.  It's a common name. Next week...  He looks like you and has a showand suspenders and colored dots...  Next week...  Glasses, quotes on the bottom from theguest 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 attackat 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, sizeten 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 herehas been a huge help.  - Frosting...- How many sugars?  Just one. I try notto use the competition.  So why are you helping me?  Bees have good qualities.  And it takes my mind off the shop.  Instead of flowers, peopleare 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 worsethan a daffodil that's had work done.  Maybe this could make upfor 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 withthe humans, they won't be able  to say, "Honey, I'm home,"without paying a royalty!  It's an incredible scenehere in downtown Manhattan,  where the world anxiously waits,because for the first time in history,  we will hear for ourselvesif 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 humansdon't work during the day.  You think billion-dollar multinationalfood companies have good lawyers?  Everybody needs to staybehind 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 HonorableJudge 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 representingthe five food companies collectively?  A privilege.  Mr. Benson... you're representingall 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 believedit was man's divine right  to benefit from the bountyof nature God put before us.  If we lived in the topsy-turvy worldMr. Benson imagines,  just think of what would it mean.  I would have to negotiatewith the silkworm  for the elastic in my britches!  Talking bee!  How do we know this isn't some sort of  holographic motion-picture-captureHollywood 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 itwith our lives.  Unfortunately, there aresome 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 thatall the time. So nice!  Oall your first witness.  So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, big company you have.  I suppose so.  I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron!  Yes, they provide beekeepersfor our farms.  Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term.  I don't imagine you employany 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 bean 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 crashingthrough 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 beena police officer, have you?  No, I haven't.  No, you haven't. And so herewe have yet another example  of bee culture casuallystolen by a human  for nothing more thana prance-about stage name.  Oh, please.  Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?  Because I'm feelinga 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 spoton ER in 2005.  Thank you. Thank you.  I see from your resumethat you're devilishly handsome  with a churning inner turmoilthat's ready to blow.  I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?  Not yet it isn't. But is thiswhat it's come to for you?  Exploiting tiny, helpless beesso you don't  have to rehearseyour 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 onthis 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 niceof 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 withchopsticks isn't really a special skill.  You think I don't see what you're doing?  I know how hard it is to findthe 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 whatI was thinking about doing.  Ken, I let Barry borrow your razorfor 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 isyour 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 bethe 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 buggingme in life. And you're one of them!  Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...  My nerves are fried from ridingon this emotional roller coaster!  Goodbye, Ken.  And for your information,  I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man!  I'm sorry about all that.  I know it's gotan aftertaste! I like it!  I always felt there was some kindof barrier between Ken and me.  I couldn't overcome it.Oh, well.  Are you OK for the trial?  I believe Mr. Montgomeryis about out of ideas.  We would like to callMr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.  Good idea! You can really see why he'sconsidered one of the best lawyers...  Yeah.  Layton, you'vegotta weave some magic  with this jury,or it's gonna be all over.  Don't worry. The only thing I haveto do to turn this jury around  is to remind themof 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 youwhat 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 birthto 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 venomis coursing through my veins!  I have been felledby a winged beast of destruction!  You see? You can't treat themlike equals! They're striped savages!  Stinging's the only thingthey know! It's their way!  - Adam, stay with me.- I can't feel my legs.  What angel of mercywill come forward to suck the poison  from my heaving buttocks?  I will have order in this court. Order!  Order, please!  The case of the honeybeesversus the human race  took a pointed turn against the bees  yesterday when one of their legalteam 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 isyou're alive. You could have died.  I'd be better off dead. Look at me.  They got it from the cafeteriadownstairs, in a tuna sandwich.  Look, there'sa 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'rejust a couple of bugs in this world.  What will the humans do to usif 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 nurseto 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 enoughof this court's valuable time?  How much longer will we allowthese absurd shenanigans to go on?  They have presented no compellingevidence to support their charges  against my clients,who run legitimate businesses.  I move for a complete dismissalof this entire case!  Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going  to have to considerMr. 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 addictedto smoke machines  and man-made wooden slat work camps?  Living out our lives as honey slavesto 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 honeywill finally belong to the bees.  Now we won't haveto work so hard all the time.  This is an unholy perversionof 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 waya long time, 27 million years.  Oongratulations on your victory.What will you demand as a settlement?  First, we'll demand a complete shutdownof all bee work camps.  Then we want back the honeythat was ours to begin with,  every last drop.  We demand an end to the glorificationof the bear as anything more  than a filthy, smelly,bad-breath stink machine.  We're all awareof what they do in the woods.  Wait for my signal.  Take him out.  He'll have nauseousfor a few hours, then he'll be fine.  And we will no longer toleratebee-negative nicknames...  But it's just a prance-about stage name!  ...unnecessary inclusion of honeyin bogus health products  and la-dee-da humantea-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 believehow 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 wayto San Antonio with a cricket.  At least we got our honey back.  Sometimes I think, so what if humansliked 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 mynew job. I wanted to do it really well.  And now...  Now I can't.  I don't understandwhy 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 ideawhat'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 makehoney 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 affectsthe 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 paradein Pasadena.  They've moved it to this weekendbecause all the flowers are dying.  It's the last chanceI'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'sgreater 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, plantand flower bud in this park.  All we gotta do is get what they've gotback here with what we've got.  - Bees.- Park.  - Pollen!- Flowers.  - Repollination!- Across the nation!  Tournament of Roses,Pasadena, Oalifornia.  They've got nothingbut 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 dois 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 beenin 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 havejust enough pollen to do the job.  Oan you believe how lucky we are? Wehave 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 weatherin New York.  It looks like we'll experiencea couple hours delay.  Barry, these are cut flowerswith no water. They'll never make it.  I gotta get up thereand talk to them.  Be careful.  Oan I get helpwith the Sky Mall magazine?  I'd like to order the talkinginflatable 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 24Bplease 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 onboardhave flight experience?  As a matter of fact, there is.  - Who's that?- Barry Benson.  From the honey trial?! Oh, great.  Vanessa, this is nothing morethan 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 somelate-breaking news from JFK Airport,  where a suspenseful sceneis 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 areaand 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. Bensonand his no-account compadres.  They've done enough damage.  But isn't he your only hope?  Technically, a beeshouldn'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 wingsand 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 beesdoing 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 beesback 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 wereon 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 getbehind 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 concentratewith 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 flowersfor 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 canon 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 inon 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 planeflying 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 courseI saw the flower! That was genius!  - Thank you.- But we're not done yet.  Listen, everyone!  This runway is coveredwith the last pollen  from the last flowersavailable 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, orjustMuseum 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 perfectfit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.  Oh, yeah.  That's our Barry.  Mom! The bees are back!  If anybody needsto make a call, now's the time.  I got a feeling we'll beworking late tonight!  Here's your change. Have a greatafternoon! 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 feellike 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 gotto start thinking bee, my friend.  - Thinking bee!- Me?  Hold it. Let's just stopfor a second. Hold it.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.Oan we stop here?  I'm not making a major life decisionduring a production number!  All right. Take ten, everybody.Wrap it up, guys.  I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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According to all known lawsof aviation,  there is no way a beeshould be able to fly.  Its wings are too small to getits fat little body off the ground.  The bee, of course, flies anyway  because bees don't carewhat 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 fatherpaid 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 tooka 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 havejust gotten out of the way.  I love this incorporatingan 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 Oitygraduating class of...  ...9:15.  That concludes our ceremonies.  And begins your careerat Honex Industries!  Will we pick ourjob today?  I heard it's just orientation.  Heads up! Here we go.  Keep your hands and antennasinside 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 youcan work for your whole life.  Honey begins when our valiant PollenJocks 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 distinctivegolden 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 aspectof bee existence.  These bees are stress-testinga 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 aresmall 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 jobyou 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 haveto make one decision in life.  But, Adam, how could theynever have told us that?  Why would you question anything?We're bees.  We're the most perfectlyfunctioning society on Earth.  You ever think maybe thingswork a little too well here?  Like what? Give me one example.  I don't know. But you knowwhat 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 likeoutside 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 knowswhere, doing who knows what.  You can'tjust decide to be a PollenJock. You have to be bred for that.  Right.  Look. That's more pollenthan 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 itand 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 dangerousbeing a Pollen Jock.  Yeah. Once a bear pinned meagainst 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 patchsix 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 dependson 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 boreddoing the same job every day?  Son, let me tell you about stirring.  You grab that stick, and you justmove 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 fieldjust isn't right for me.  You were thinking of what,making balloon animals?  That's a bad jobfor a guy with a stinger.  Janet, your son's not surehe wants to go into honey!  - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.- I'm not trying to be funny.  You're not funny! You're goinginto 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. Geta gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!  I'm so proud.  - We're starting work today!- Today's the day.  Oome on! All the good jobswill 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, whatdo you think I should... Barry?  Barry!  All right, we've got the sunflower patchin 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 goto 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 reportsof 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 itover 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, moreflowers, 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 flowersseems to be on the move.  Say again? You're reportinga 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 levelout 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 closethe window please?  Ken, could you closethe 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 specialskills, 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'reflabbergasted, can't believe what I say.  There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.  I don't remember the sunhaving 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 haveless value than yours?  Why does his life have any less valuethan mine? Is that your statement?  I'm just saying all life has value. Youdon'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 outis 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 thisis very disconcerting.  This is a bit of a surprise to me.I mean, you're a bee!  I am. And I'm not supposedto 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 knowanything about fashion.  Are you all right?  No.  He's making the tie in the cabas 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 ora doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.  - Really?- My only interest is flowers.  Our new queen was just electedwith 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 youso 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 believeyou 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 sawwhatever you wanted to see.  You had your "experience." Now youcan 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, talkingto 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 denythe 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 decisionsto think about.  What life? You have no life!You have no job. You're barely a bee!  Would it kill youto 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 paradeof flowers every year in Pasadena?  To be in the Tournament of Roses,that's every florist's dream!  Up on a float, surroundedby flowers, crowds cheering.  A tournament. Do the rosescompete in athletic events?  No. All right, I've got one.How come you don't fly everywhere?  It's exhausting. Why don't yourun 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 thatdown to a science.  - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.- I'll bet.  What in the nameof 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 haveenough 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 bottomof 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 wantto do is upset bees!  You're too late! It's ours now!  You, sir, have crossedthe wrong sword!  You, sir, will be lunchfor 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 knewwhat 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 anythingthat 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 haveto 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 goesis 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 leavethe 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 brainthe 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 thisknocks 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'rein 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 stolenon a massive scale!  This is worse than anything bearshave done! I intend to do something.  Oh, Barry, stop.  Who told you humans are takingour 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 wantto do with your life?  I want to do it for all our lives.Nobody works harder than bees!  Dad, I remember youcoming 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 itin 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 stingthe humans, one place where it matters.  Hive at Five, the hive's onlyfull-hour action news source.  No more bee beards!  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 racefor stealing our honey,  packaging it and profitingfrom it illegally!  Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,  we'll have three former queens here inour 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 kidfrom the hive. I can't do this"?  Bees have never been afraidto change the world.  What about Bee Oolumbus?Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?  Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.  We were thinkingof stickball or candy stores.  How old are you?  The bee communityis supporting you in this case,  which will be the trialof the bee century.  You know, they have a Larry Kingin the human world too.  It's a common name. Next week...  He looks like you and has a showand suspenders and colored dots...  Next week...  Glasses, quotes on the bottom from theguest 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 attackat 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, sizeten 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 herehas been a huge help.  - Frosting...- How many sugars?  Just one. I try notto use the competition.  So why are you helping me?  Bees have good qualities.  And it takes my mind off the shop.  Instead of flowers, peopleare 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 worsethan a daffodil that's had work done.  Maybe this could make upfor 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 withthe humans, they won't be able  to say, "Honey, I'm home,"without paying a royalty!  It's an incredible scenehere in downtown Manhattan,  where the world anxiously waits,because for the first time in history,  we will hear for ourselvesif 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 humansdon't work during the day.  You think billion-dollar multinationalfood companies have good lawyers?  Everybody needs to staybehind 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 HonorableJudge 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 representingthe five food companies collectively?  A privilege.  Mr. Benson... you're representingall 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 believedit was man's divine right  to benefit from the bountyof nature God put before us.  If we lived in the topsy-turvy worldMr. Benson imagines,  just think of what would it mean.  I would have to negotiatewith the silkworm  for the elastic in my britches!  Talking bee!  How do we know this isn't some sort of  holographic motion-picture-captureHollywood 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 itwith our lives.  Unfortunately, there aresome 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 thatall the time. So nice!  Oall your first witness.  So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, big company you have.  I suppose so.  I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron!  Yes, they provide beekeepersfor our farms.  Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term.  I don't imagine you employany 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 bean 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 crashingthrough 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 beena police officer, have you?  No, I haven't.  No, you haven't. And so herewe have yet another example  of bee culture casuallystolen by a human  for nothing more thana prance-about stage name.  Oh, please.  Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?  Because I'm feelinga 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 spoton ER in 2005.  Thank you. Thank you.  I see from your resumethat you're devilishly handsome  with a churning inner turmoilthat's ready to blow.  I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?  Not yet it isn't. But is thiswhat it's come to for you?  Exploiting tiny, helpless beesso you don't  have to rehearseyour 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 onthis 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 niceof 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 withchopsticks isn't really a special skill.  You think I don't see what you're doing?  I know how hard it is to findthe 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 whatI was thinking about doing.  Ken, I let Barry borrow your razorfor 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 isyour 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 bethe 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 buggingme in life. And you're one of them!  Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...  My nerves are fried from ridingon this emotional roller coaster!  Goodbye, Ken.  And for your information,  I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man!  I'm sorry about all that.  I know it's gotan aftertaste! I like it!  I always felt there was some kindof barrier between Ken and me.  I couldn't overcome it.Oh, well.  Are you OK for the trial?  I believe Mr. Montgomeryis about out of ideas.  We would like to callMr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.  Good idea! You can really see why he'sconsidered one of the best lawyers...  Yeah.  Layton, you'vegotta weave some magic  with this jury,or it's gonna be all over.  Don't worry. The only thing I haveto do to turn this jury around  is to remind themof 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 youwhat 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 birthto 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 venomis coursing through my veins!  I have been felledby a winged beast of destruction!  You see? You can't treat themlike equals! They're striped savages!  Stinging's the only thingthey know! It's their way!  - Adam, stay with me.- I can't feel my legs.  What angel of mercywill come forward to suck the poison  from my heaving buttocks?  I will have order in this court. Order!  Order, please!  The case of the honeybeesversus the human race  took a pointed turn against the bees  yesterday when one of their legalteam 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 isyou're alive. You could have died.  I'd be better off dead. Look at me.  They got it from the cafeteriadownstairs, in a tuna sandwich.  Look, there'sa 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'rejust a couple of bugs in this world.  What will the humans do to usif 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 nurseto 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 enoughof this court's valuable time?  How much longer will we allowthese absurd shenanigans to go on?  They have presented no compellingevidence to support their charges  against my clients,who run legitimate businesses.  I move for a complete dismissalof this entire case!  Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going  to have to considerMr. 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 addictedto smoke machines  and man-made wooden slat work camps?  Living out our lives as honey slavesto 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 honeywill finally belong to the bees.  Now we won't haveto work so hard all the time.  This is an unholy perversionof 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 waya long time, 27 million years.  Oongratulations on your victory.What will you demand as a settlement?  First, we'll demand a complete shutdownof all bee work camps.  Then we want back the honeythat was ours to begin with,  every last drop.  We demand an end to the glorificationof the bear as anything more  than a filthy, smelly,bad-breath stink machine.  We're all awareof what they do in the woods.  Wait for my signal.  Take him out.  He'll have nauseousfor a few hours, then he'll be fine.  And we will no longer toleratebee-negative nicknames...  But it's just a prance-about stage name!  ...unnecessary inclusion of honeyin bogus health products  and la-dee-da humantea-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 believehow 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 wayto San Antonio with a cricket.  At least we got our honey back.  Sometimes I think, so what if humansliked 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 mynew job. I wanted to do it really well.  And now...  Now I can't.  I don't understandwhy 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 ideawhat'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 makehoney 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 affectsthe 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 paradein Pasadena.  They've moved it to this weekendbecause all the flowers are dying.  It's the last chanceI'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'sgreater 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, plantand flower bud in this park.  All we gotta do is get what they've gotback here with what we've got.  - Bees.- Park.  - Pollen!- Flowers.  - Repollination!- Across the nation!  Tournament of Roses,Pasadena, Oalifornia.  They've got nothingbut 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 dois 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 beenin 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 havejust enough pollen to do the job.  Oan you believe how lucky we are? Wehave 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 weatherin New York.  It looks like we'll experiencea couple hours delay.  Barry, these are cut flowerswith no water. They'll never make it.  I gotta get up thereand talk to them.  Be careful.  Oan I get helpwith the Sky Mall magazine?  I'd like to order the talkinginflatable 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 24Bplease 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 onboardhave flight experience?  As a matter of fact, there is.  - Who's that?- Barry Benson.  From the honey trial?! Oh, great.  Vanessa, this is nothing morethan 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 somelate-breaking news from JFK Airport,  where a suspenseful sceneis 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 areaand 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. Bensonand his no-account compadres.  They've done enough damage.  But isn't he your only hope?  Technically, a beeshouldn'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 wingsand 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 beesdoing 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 beesback 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 wereon 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 getbehind 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 concentratewith 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 flowersfor 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 canon 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 inon 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 planeflying 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 courseI saw the flower! That was genius!  - Thank you.- But we're not done yet.  Listen, everyone!  This runway is coveredwith the last pollen  from the last flowersavailable 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, orjustMuseum 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 perfectfit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.  Oh, yeah.  That's our Barry.  Mom! The bees are back!  If anybody needsto make a call, now's the time.  I got a feeling we'll beworking late tonight!  Here's your change. Have a greatafternoon! 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 feellike 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 gotto start thinking bee, my friend.  - Thinking bee!- Me?  Hold it. Let's just stopfor a second. Hold it.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.Oan we stop here?  I'm not making a major life decisionduring a production number!  All right. Take ten, everybody.Wrap it up, guys.  I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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Once upon a time, a long time ago,a king and queen had abeautiful daughter named Fiona.But she was possessedby a terrible curse.By day, a lovely princess.By night, a hideous ogre.Only true love's kisscould lift her curse.So Fiona waited in a tower,guarded by a dragon, until the daywhen her true love would arrive.But as the days turned into years,the King and Queen were forcedto resort to more desperate measures.Whoa, there.I don't know about this, Lillian.Fairy Godmother said only true love'skiss could break Fiona's curse.I don't trust that woman, Harold.This may be our last hope.Besides, he does comehighly recommended by King Midas.But to put our daughter's lifein the hands of this... person?He's devious.He's deceitful. He's, he's...Rumpelstiltskin!Mrs. Highness.How do you do?Down, Fifi. Get down!As you can see, everything's in order.So you'll put an endto our daughter's curse?And, in return, you sign the kingdomof Far Far Away over to me.- Lillian, this is madness!- What choice do we have?Fiona has been locked awayin that tower far too long.It's not like she's getting any younger.But to sign over our entire kingdom?Well, if your kingdom's worthmore to you than your daughter...Nothing is worth more to usthan our daughter.Jump, Fifi, jump!Just sign it and all your problemswill disappear.Your Highness! The Princess!She's been saved!Who saved her?No one would have guessedthat an ogre named Shrek,whose roar was fearedthroughout the land,would save the beautiful Princess Fiona.True love's kiss led to marriageand ogre babies!The kingdom of Far Far Awaywas finally at peace.Goody for them!And they lived happily ever after!Sir? You're gonnahave to pay for that.Maybe we could make a dealfor it, little boy?- Oh, I'm not a real boy.- Do you want to be?Nobody needs your dealsanymore, Grumpel Stinkypants!I wish that ogre was never born!Wake up, Daddy, wake up!- Good morning.- Good morning to you.Better out than in.That's my line.Did my little Fergus make a......big, grownup ogre stink?!Oh, that's diabolical!And on your left, the lovable lugthat showed us you don't have tochange your undiesto change the world!I wonder what Shrek's up to in there.Get in there. Get...Impossible to put on!OK, the dragon goes under the bridge,through the loop......and finally, into the castle.Play date!Then Shrek kissed the Princess.She turned into a beautiful ogreand they lived...Happily...- Ever...- After.Look! A shooting star!So, what did you wish for?That every day could be like this one.Come here, you.Morning, Daddy.Morning.Better out than in.Did my little Fergus make a...Cute. Real cute.This lovable lug taught usyou don't have to changeyour undies to change the world!Play date!Shrek! The outhouse is clogged up!She turned into a beautiful ogreand they lived...- Happily...- Ever...After?- Daddy, get up!- Morning.- Better out than in.- This lovable lug...- Play date!- No!Outhouse again!Come on.Undies!Outhouse!- Get up, get up!- And they lived...- Happily...- Ever...After.Roar.Nice landing, baby.Hey! Now remember, don't eat the valet.Happy birthday, nios!Vamos a la fiesta!Hey, Shrek, Shrek!Mr. Shrek, would yousign our pitchforks?And our torches?Oh, man, you used to be so fierce!Yeah, when you were a real ogre!A real ogre?Shrek, it's a sing-along.You've got to sing along!- No, thanks.- Please? I'll be your best friend.Why does being your best friend entailme doing everything I don't want to do?Please, Felicia, not in Daddy's ear.Excuse me, Mr. Shrek?Could you do thatogre roar of yours for my son?He's a big, big fan.Do the roar.You know, I'd rather not.It's my kids' birthday party.- Do the roar.- Honey?Why don't you go check on the cake?- Sure.- And don't forget the candles.Hold still.Thanks for the pants, Muffin Man.I always wanted chaps!Yee-haw! Giddy up!- Monsieur Shrek.- Howdy, Shrek!Your cake. Voil!- What is that supposed to be?- That's Sprinkles the Ogre!Isn't he cute? He looks just like you.But happy. It's a party, Shrek.You gotta cheer up!I'm in a great mood, actually.- Oh, I'm gonna lick me a rainbow!- Donkey!As long as you're not doing anything,how about one of thosefamous Shrek roars?- Do the roar.- Let me set you straight, Butter Pants.An ogre only roars when he's angry.You don't want to see me angry, do you?Do it.Hold it together. Just hold it together.Daddy, he's getting away. Do something.Oh, good.- What happened to the cake?- Trust me. It's an improvement.- You licked it!- No.Just because you're an ogre,doesn't mean you have to eat like one.Looks like you forgot the candles!OK, just watch the cake.I'll go get them.Watch the cake?- Where's the cake?!- We ate the cake.- Ya.- What?No, don't cry.Hey! I believe youpromised my son a roar.- Do the roar.- Roar.- I don't like it.- Pigs, we need another cake.- We ate the other cakes.- One roar, man.Hey, everybody!Shrek's gonna do his famous ogre roar!Not now, Donkey.Pigs, are there any cupcakes?- We ate them, too.- They have lollipops.No, I ate them.- You didn't share?- Well, you didn't share the croissants!- Everything's gonna be OK.- Shrek, what's going on?- Come on, Shrek, your fans are waiting!- Do the roar.We need the cake!Cake! Cake! Cake!I love you, Daddy.Everybody, I have found another cake!Shrek? Are you OK?- Unbelievable.- Tell me about it! Those villagers...I'm not talking about the villagers,Shrek. I'm talking about you.Is this really how you wantto remember the kids' first birthday?- Oh, great. So this is all my fault?- Yes. But you know what?Let's talk about thisafter the party, at home.You mean that roadsideattraction we live in?Step right up! See the dancing ogre!Don't worry! He won't bite!I used to be an ogre.Now I'm just a jolly green joke!OK, OK, maybe you're notthe ogre you used to be.But maybe that's not such a bad thing.I wouldn't expect you to understand.It's not like you're a real ogre.You spent half your life in a palace.And the other halflocked away in a tower.Look, all I want is for things to goback to the way they used to be!Back when villagers were afraid of me,and I could take a mud bath in peace.When I could do what I wanted,when I wanted to do it!Back when the world made sense!You mean back before yourescued me from the Dragon's Keep?Exactly!Shrek, you havethree beautiful children,a wife who loves you,friends who adore you.You have everything.Why is it the only personwho can't see that is you?That's just great.If she thinks I'm gonnaslink back there and apologize,she's got another thing coming.She's not the boss of me.I'm an ogre and I'm not gonna apologizefor acting like one.Help, please!Someone, anyone at all, help me!Please, help!Please, help!I'm stuck! Help!Oh, please, help!Someone, anyone! Help me!The pain! I can seea bright light. A tunnel!Grandma? Is that you?Yeah, it's me, Granny.An ogre! Please, Mr. Ogre,please don't eat me!I'm not gonna eat you.But you are an ogre... Aren't you?Yeah, well, I... I used to be.Look, move out or get crushed.So you're not gonna eat me?No, thanks. I already had a big bowlof curly-toed weirdo for breakfast.Wait up! What's your rush?Where you going?Nowhere.What a coincidence!I was just heading that way myself.But, seriously,let me give you a ride. I insist.Come on. It's the least I can doafter all you've done for me.I got a hot rat cooking.All right! Can I interest youin a mudslide? Slug and tonic?A liquid libationto ease that frustration?- Eyeball-tini?- Well, maybe just one.So the centaur says,"That's not the half I'm talking about. "I gotta say, Shrek, I envy you.To live the life of an ogre...no worries, no responsibilities.You are free to pillageand terrorize as you please.- Free? That's a laugh.- Oh, yeah?Sometimes I wish I had just one dayto feel like a real ogre again.Why didn't you say so?Magical transactions are my specialty!Great. Next to mimes,magicians are my favourite people.Hold on."King for a Month. ""Knight for a Week. "Ogre for a day.Think about it, Shrek.To be feared and hated.You'll be, like, "Roar!"And the villagers will be, like, "Getaway! It's Shrek! I'm so scared of him!"It would be just like the good old days,when your swamp was your castle.- When the world made sense.- All right, what's the catch?Catch? No. There's no catch.No catchings, really.I mean, there's something.Small thing. Nothing. A little thing.All right, I knew it.So what do you want?- A day.- A day.Rat's done!To make the magic work, you gottagive something to get something.In this case, you gottagive a day to get a day. That's all.I can't just pick upand leave my family.But that's the best part, Shrek!It's a magical contract.No one will even know you're gone.And by the time this day is up,you are gonna feel like a changed ogre.Still, I don't know.Hey, no problem.Forget it, no big D. Doesn't matter.Do you like white meat or dark meat?So what day would I have to give up?I don't know, any day.A day from your past.A day you had the flu?A day you lost a pet?A day some meddling oafstuck his nose where it didn't belongdestroying your businessand ruining your life?!Just for an example.How about the day I met Donkey?Now, there's a dayI'd like to take back.I don't know who that is.I know. What about a dayyou wouldn't even remember?Like a day when you were a baby.- An innocent, mindless little baby.- Take any of those days you want.- Take them all for all I care.- Oh, just one will do.OK, good.A day from your childhood it is.I guess there's nothing wrongwith wanting a little time for myself.Just 24 tiny little hours.- I'm still my own ogre!- Yeah, you is!I never needed to askfor anyone's permission before.So why start now?Go on, Shrek.Sign it!Go on, Shrek.Sign it, Shrek! Sign it!You signed it.So, tell me. What happens now?Have a nice day.I think I fell on my keys.There are 40 children in that shoe,which is why the weaselgoes pop to this very day.Oh, great.As we head over the riverand through the woods...Ogre!Kill the ogre! Kill the ogre!This is the part where you run away!Sure is great to be wanted again.Nice one.Fiona?Oh, no.My home.Fiona!Fiona! Are you in there?!All right, Rumpel!This wasn't part of the deal!Rumpel!Ogre!We've got another one, ladies! Get him!Who are you?!What are you doing in my swamp?Looks like a troublemaker!Spread 'em!Nice job, ladies!You witches are making a big mistake!I know my rights!You have the right to shut your mouth!Donkey, stop with the singing, will you?Donkey!Donkey, where am I? What's happening?Quiet down there! Oh, I hate this song.I'm driving,so I'm in charge of the music.Will you witches make up your mind?Donkey? What's going on?Do you know where Fiona is?Quiet, ogre! You're gonna get mein trouble and I need this job.I am not going back to workfor Old MacDonald.Tell me to E-I-E-I-O."E-I-E-I-No!" That's what I said.Where are my babies?And where's your wife, Dragon?Look, I think you have me confusedwith some other talking donkey.I've never seen you before in my life.Never seen me before?Come on, Donkey!And how do youknow my name anyway?It's me, Shrek. Your best friend?A donkey and an ogre friends?That's the mostridiculous thing I ever heard!Can you at least tell mewhere they're taking me?To the same place they takeevery ogre. To Rumpelstiltskin.- Stiltskin!- I said quiet!Oh, no.It's time to crumble!Place your bets!Place your bets! We start tout de suite!Yeah!Gingy?Gingy snap!There's one!Disgusting, filthy ogre!Hideous monster!Filthy, filthy creature!Disgusting creature!Move it!Don't worry, Donkey.I'll get us our lives back.Yeah, right. Put a little mustardon mine, Captain Crazy!Mr. Stiltskin?You got another customer.- Wolfie!- Yes, Mr. Stiltskin.Bring me my business wig.Mr. Stiltskin, please!- OK, go.- Please make me a real boy!Go away! Terms arein the details, balsa boy.Sayonara, termites! Hello, acne!Stiltskin!Shrek!There he is!So close!Have I been waiting for you!Ladies, this is the guythat made all of this possible!So, tell me, how are youenjoying your day?All right, Rumpel, what's going on?What have you done?No, Shrek, it's not what I've done.It's what you've done.Thanks to you, the King and Queensigned their kingdom over to me.They would never do that.They would if I promised themall their problems would disappear.And then they disappeared!They would have done anythingif they thought it wouldend their daughter's curse.I ended Fiona's curse!How could you when you never existed?You better start making sense,you dirty little man!Here, let me spell it out for you!You gave me a day from your past,a day you couldn't even remember.A day when you werean innocent, mindless little baby.You took the day I was born.No, Shrek. You gave it to me.Enjoy this while you can, Stiltskin,because when this day is up...But you haven't heard the best part.Since you were never born, oncethis day comes to an end, so will you.Where's Fiona?Where's my family?Silly little ogre.You don't get it, do you?You see, you were never born.You never met Fiona.Your kids don't exist.How's that for a metaphysical paradox?Looks like you gotexactly what you wanted!- Happy Ogre Day!- Rumpel!Get him, witches!You know what'd help moralearound here? Flip-flop Fridays.Feet be comfortablewith the breeze on your toes.Come on, girls!Lock all the doors,you worthless witches! Do it!I'll be right back, Donkey!I don't know you! I don't know him!I'm glad I'm not you.Help me! Help!Help!No, not my pretty ball!Watch out!Wolfie?My angry wig.Help! I've been kidnappedby a deranged, unbalanced ogre!Donkey! Get off of me!Watch it with your pointy hooves!- Just take my wallet!- Hey!I'm being ass-napped!Animal cruelty! Help!You need to calm down!I'm your friend.I'm not gonna hurt you, all right?Good. I'm gonna let go......right... now.Please! Eat my face last!Send my hooves to my mama!Donkey! You've got to trust me.- Why should I trust you?- Because...Because...OK.Fine! Go ahead!Run away! Who needs you?I've never seen an ogre cry.I'm not crying.It's nothing to be ashamed of.I cry all the time.Just thinking about my grandma,or thinking about baby kittens,or my grandma kissing a baby kitten,or a little baby grandma kitten.- That is so darn sad.- I said, I'm not crying!Take it easy, I'm only trying to help.It's none of my businesswhy you're upset.By the way, why are you upset?I was tricked into signing somethingI shouldn't have.You signed up for one of themtime-shares, huh?No. I signed this.You should never sign a contractwith Rumpelstiltskin!Yeah, I got that.- His fine print is crafty.- I know.- His exit clauses are sneaky.- Yeah, I...- What did you say?- I'm talking about the exit clause.Used to be, you had to guess his name,but now everybody knowswho Rumpelstiltskin is.Donkey, I've read the fine print.There's nothingabout an exit clause in here.Well, you didn't expect himto make it easy for you.Here, let me show you how it's done.I didn't spend all that timearound them witcheswithout picking up a few tricks.Your tiny, little ogre braincouldn't begin to comprehendthe complexityof my polygonic foldability skills.What are you doing?Hey, I can't get my origami onunless you back off.Thank you. OK, here's what yougotta do. You fold this piece here,make this letter match up here,bring this corner here,and if you do it just right,it will show you what to do. There!"Try Lou's Bliss. "Who's Lou?Give me that!"True Love's Kiss. "You have to take me to dinner first."According to fairy tale law,if not fully satisfied,true love's kiss will renderthis contract null and void. "Donkey, you did it! Look at you!If Fiona and I share true love's kiss,I will get my life back!OK! This isn't a petting zoo!So where is this Fiona?Well, that's just it, you see.I don't know.You know, when I lose something,I always try to retrace my steps.So... where did you leave her last?The last time I saw her,I told her I wishedI'd never rescued her.- Oh, no.- Shrek?Shrek! Shrek, wait! Wait, Shrek!What, are you crazy?That's the Dragon's Keep!They keep dragons in there!OK, yeah, fine! Go ahead!I'm gonna just hang back hereand find us some breakfast!Fiona!Oh, no.If I didn't save Fiona......then who did?This is the favour Fiona wassupposed to give me on the day we met.It's a symbol of our love.Now smell it!Hey, man, get that dirtyfavour out of my face!Your nose is the only chanceI have of tracking down my wife,so stop complaining and start smelling.Smell it! Get it! Away you go, girl!Do I look like a bloodhound to you?In case you haven't noticed,I'm a donkey, not a dog!If I was a dog, they'd call me Dog,not Donkey!And another thing...Wait a minute.I think I got something.- Whatever it is, it's sweet.- Fiona.Luscious and tasty.Hey! That's my wifeyou're talking about.Donkey!Yeah! Waffles!And I thought the Waffle Fairywas just a bedtime story.Sticky stacks of golden,syrupy deliciousness!Donkey! Don't eat that!There's a stack of freshly made wafflesin the middle of the forest.Don't you find thata wee bit suspicious?Oh, you... I'm just... What are you...?Bad Donkey! Mustn't.I said, don't! Don't!No! Get away from it.You did.Look out!Donkey!- Are you OK?- I'm fine.Donkey.Help! Help me!Help, Shrek! Help!Watch your head.Hey, it's a new guy!Look at him, all dressed upin his Sunday vest.He's really tiny, isn't he?Yeah. Fate has delivered usa comrade-in-armsand for that, we are thankful.Suit him up!- Let's go, greenie.- Now, wait a minute!- Hey!- Here you go.- Welcome to the resistance.- Resistance?We fight for freedomand ogres everywhere!I didn't know we could do that.Help! You can't eat me! I got the mange!- I'm poisonous! I'm all poi...- I'll take him! This order's to go.Hey! I haven't removed his giblets yet.Trust me, you don't wantto eat this one.I go down smooth,but come out fighting!- Let go!- Don't make Mama mad.Your dinner is my friend!- Come on, guys!- I got to get the giblets out!- She's back.- There she is.Fiona!I'm so happy I found you!Maybe you missed orientation,but for future reference,personal space is very important to me.You don't know who I am, do you?No.Brogan, I have news from Far Far Away.Gather the othersand meet me in the war room.Gretched, make sure everyoneis prepared to move out tonight.- I need to talk to you.- What is it?OK, I know you don'tremember me, but......we're married. Hear me out.And at the birthday partywith some pigs and a puppet,the villagers wanted meto sign their pitchforks,and this boy kept saying,"Do the roar. "Then I punched the cakes that thepigs ate and the next thing I knew,my donkey fell in your waffle hole.Right? Who's with me?I guess I must have kicked himharder than I thought.Fiona, I need to...Witches! All right, everyone,you know the drill!- Fiona!- Witches! Oh, no!- Witches! Witches!- Come on, now.Fiona, that's the third patrol today.We can't hide forever.Trust me, Brogan.After tonight, we won't have to.- That's your wife?- That's my wife.Well, I see who wears the chain mailin your family!Some people like to lookat the goblet as... as half empty.Me, I like to look at it as half full.We've gone from the bottomto the top, ladies.But we're not just an empire.We're a family.Everyone has got their cupcake?Cupcake, cupcake? Good. Yes? Baba?Good.Yeah, you know, we haveput away a lot of ogres.And so one got away.Who cares? It's not a big deal.It doesn't matter to me.It's not like it's the end of the world.Except... funny thing.Now that I think about it,the ogre who got away is Shrek!And if he shares a kisswith Fiona by sunrise,it is the end of the world! Our world!My empire!But, as I was saying,I like to look at the gobletas half full.Yelling makes me so parched.Would anyone care for some water?Wet your whistle?A clear, crisp, delicious glass......of agua purificada?Anybody's thirsty?Nobody's thirsty? No?Well, then does anyone care to tell mewhat it's going to taketo get this ogre? You.Faster brooms?- No!- Pointier hats?- No! You!- Maybe we could hirea professional bounty hunter?What a world! What a world!You know, actuallynot a bad idea. Baba!I need a bounty hunter.And if music dothsoothe the savage beast......then I think I might knowjust the person!Listen up, everyone.Word has come from Far Far Away.Stiltskin is leadingtonight's ogre hunt himself.- He's never done that before.- What? Why?I bet that's because of us.If that cupcake-eating clownfinally leaves the safetyof his filthy witch nest......he'll be vulnerable.The plan's simple.If they follow the usual patrol route,they'll reach the river by midnight.We'll be concealed along this road,waiting for his caravan.Once they reach the clearing,I'll give the signal.And then we attack!And when the smoke clears...Wait, what's this?That's my chimichanga stand.No, Cookie. We won't be needing that.Trust me, Fiona. Y'all gonna bereally hungry after this ambush, OK?Go and finish your little speech.All right, as I was saying,when the smoke clears,Rumpelstiltskin is goneand the chimichangas have been eaten.Far Far Away will finally be free.- And so will we.- Spread the word.We move out as soon asRumpel leaves the palace.- Man, this is serious!- Tell me about it.How am I ever gonnaget her to kiss me before sunrise?Actually, I was talkingabout the revolution.Revolution?Why don't you justtell her what you told me?About how you're her true love andyou came from an alternate universe.Well, while I'm at it,why don't I tell herthat you're marriedto a fire-breathing dragonand you have little, mutantdonkey-dragon babies.I do?!You saw what happened.She's gonna think I'm crazy.I'm a daddy?You know what?If I got Fiona to kiss me once......then I can do it again.Shrek, do my babieshave hooves or talons?Donkey...!Hello?Fiona?You should not be here, seor.Puss?You've gotta be kidding me.Feed me, if you dare.Puss, what happened to you?You got so fa......fancy.- Do I know you?Well, where's your hat?Where's your belt?Your wee little boots?Boots? For a cat? Ha!But you're Puss in Boots.Maybe once.But that is a name I have outgrown.That's not the only thingyou've outgrown.Hey! I may have let myself goa little since retirement,but hanging up my swordwas the best decision of my life.I have all the cream I can drinkand all the mice I can chase.I'll get him later.Puss, what have I done to you?You've gone soft.Well, I do get brushed twice a day.Look, it's not too late to fix it.All you have to do is help meget a kiss from Fiona.What are you doing?Can I help you with something?Well, I know how stressfulmounting a rebellion can be......rallying the troops,planning attacks,so I brought you a little somethingto ease the tension.A gift basket?You're welcome.So let's see what you got.Heart-shaped box of slugs.Skunk-scented candle.- Look, this really isn't the...- What's this? Coupons!Let's see,"Good for one free foot massage. ""A mud facial!"Oh, and here's one..."Good for one free kiss. "Let's cash it now.Look, I don't knowwhat this is all about,but I'm trying to run a revolution.So unless you haveRumpelstiltskin's head in there,I suggest you take your gift basket,get out of my tentand go make yourself useful!Wow. You're right. I am sorry.I was just trying to be friendly.No hard feelings?An apologetic hug?And a quick kiss goodbye.Hey!Wait! Is that mistletoe I see?Hey, Shrek! Are my babies cute, or dothey make people feel uncomfortable?- Where'd we find that guy?- Could it be true?Have the years of primand pampery made me soft?Don't be silly.Now who's a pretty kitty?I am.Daddy thinks you look real nice, Fifi.Honk.All right, Piggies, be gone!Don't forget to takeher little potty box with you.This little piggy wants to go home!- Mr. Stiltskin! He's here.- Nice.Pied Piper. How was your commute?Good.You call this guy a bounty hunter?What's he gonna do,flute those ogres a lullaby?OK, got it!Make it stop!All right, that's enough.Looks like it's time to pay the piper.Griselda, seriously,it's time to pay the piper.Now go get my cheque book!Go! Move! Get out!Things are gettingreal sloppy around here!Here, now make sure they eat up!You can't end tyranny onan empty stomach! Go on! Go!Din-din!- Come on, Donkey.- One more time, please?All right, but this is the last time.Here it comes. Look at him.I see you!That's quite a friend you've got there.I can see why you haven't eaten him.Donkey! I hate to pull you awayfrom your adoring public,but I'm not getting anywhere with Fiona.- I need your help!- Hey, everybody. Who wants dessert?- Where'd you get these?- Fiona's garbage.Just another gift from someclueless lover boy.That's a good one, Cookie!Anyone who knows Fiona knowsthis stuff ain't gonna work on her.Works on me.Donkey, what am I gonna do?It's like I don't even know her.You in trouble, Romeo. The only thingFiona cares about is her cause.- To the cause!- To the cause!All right!Hello!- Nice moves.- What are you doing?What does it look like?I'm getting ready for ambush action.Oh, yeah.I always like to quad my lutesand do some scrunchesbefore an operational... op.This one taken?We use that to clean the toilets.And we use that one to cleanthe thing we clean the toilets with.I knew that.There you go, chief.Hey... Scott?My name is Shrek, actually.You're going to get yourself killedat the ambush tonight.I'll be fine.I think I can take care of myself...Well, let's see about that.Hey! Hey... Hey!What the...?Fiona?I got it.Give me your hand.The dragon goes under the bridge,through the loop and finally...Into the castle.Wow.OK. Good.It seems like you can handle yourself.- But, Fiona...- Go get ready for the mission!- I will, but Fiona...- That's an order!All right, let's get those axessharpened and weapons packed!Preparation is half the battle!Ogre! Un momento! Un momento!Ogre, ogre, un momento!Just give me a minute.Look, Puss, I'm a littlepressed for time.I am not believingwhat I have just witnessed.Back there, you and Fiona.There was a spark...a spark inside her heartI thought was long extinguished.It was as if, for one moment,Fiona had actually found her true love!I am her true love. I ended her curse.You know of her curse?By day, one way, by night another.This shall be the norm.Until you find true love's first kiss......and then take love's true form.You even know the little rhyme!It is true! You are the one!You must prove it to her!- How?- Convince her!Go to her when she is aloneand tell her somethingthat only her true love would know.Know about what?!Whoa! That's a whole lot of kitty!Shrek, can we keep him?Excuse me. Coming through!Pardon me, guys! Watch your back.Look, Donkey,the chimichanga cart! Quick!ndale! After him, burro!Donkey, vmonos!Man, you are a cat-astrophe!And you are ri-donkey-lous!I'll scout ahead. Wait for my signal.Secure your positions!- It's quite a view from up here.- What are you doing?!Get back in position!You need to know,once and for all, who I really am.You are going to ruin everything!Ruin everything?Actually, I'm gonna fix everything...The ogres, Rumpel, your curse.How do you know about my curse?!OK, OK, please, Fiona...Just hear me out.I can explain everything.- Where's Fiona's signal?- What's she waiting for?- He's going to get away!- No, he's not.Listen, I don't know who you areor how you know about my curse,but if any of these ogresfind out I'm...- A beautiful princess?- That is not who I am! Not anymore.- Look, I know you're upset.- You don't know anything about me.I know everything about you.I know you sing so beautifullythat birds explode.- Big deal.- I know that when you sign your name,- you put a heart over the "I".- So what?I know that whenyou see a shooting star,you cross your fingers on both hands,squinch up your noseand you make a wish.I know that you don't like the coverswrapped around your feet,and I know that you sleep by candlelightbecause every timeyou close your eyes......you're afraid you're gonnawake up back in that tower.But, most importantly, Fiona......I know that the reasonyou turn human every day......is because you'venever been kissed......well......by me.- You move fast.- It's not me doing the moving.- Why is this happening?!- Love?- No, I'm being forced to dance!- By love!No, I can't stop myself!Please! Make it stop!I can't control myself!Yeah! Cookie's bringingthe heat out of the kitchen!Oh, no! It's the Piper!I can't believe I let this happen,and it's all because of you!- If you'd just let me kiss you!- What? You're insane!We must do something beforethey fandango themselves into oblivion!- What can we do?- First, you must stop dancing!When somebody tooties that fluty,I got to shake my booty!Then it's up to me!Hurry! We must get themaway from the music!Puss and Donkey to the rescue!We saved the day!Donkey... Can I borrow your tongue?Say what?!No. Hell...I don't care how big your eyes get,player, it's not going down.All right!Stop!- Where are you going?- To save my friends.- How, by getting yourself killed?- If that's what it takes.Puss, say something.- Puss?- Let me explain.That's how you knew so much about me.- Fiona, wait! Kiss me.- What?It's the only way to save your friends.Get out of my way.You used to believe that a single kisscould solve everything!I don't understand.This doesn't make any sense.True love's kisswas supposed to fix everything!Yeah, you know,that's what they told me, too.True love didn't get meout of that tower.I did. I saved myself.Don't you get it?It's all just a big fairy tale.Fiona, don't say that. It does exist!How would you know?Did you grow up locked awayin a dragon's keep?Did you live all alonein a miserable tower?Did you cry yourselfto sleep every night,waiting for a true lovethat never came?!But... But I'm your true love.Then where were youwhen I needed you?Maybe you kissed her wrong?No.The kiss didn't work......because Fiona doesn't love me.Don't despair, fellow ogres!They can put us in cages,but they can't cage our honour!Shrek and Fiona are together?!Yeah, I've heard enough ofyour toot-a-lee-toots! You blew it!Wolfie! My speech wig.Baba! Ready my makeup.And Piper, pull my socks up.- Tight.- Attention, citizens.Please stay tuned for a messagefrom our tyrannical dictator!Hello, people.It is I, Rumpelstiltskin......shepherd of your dreams.Recently, a certain somebodyhas jeopardized our joyous lives.And that somebodyis the rat-munching ogre called Shrek!That is why I come to you,dear citizens.For whomever brings me this ogre,shall receive the deal of a lifetime.Just think of it! Total and- complete happiness.- Ya!Dazzling, radiant fulfilment!All your greatest wishes.- Yeah!- Your wildest dreams.Anything you could ever want!No strings attached!But hurry, this is a limited time offer.So light your torches, sharpenyour pitchforks and get your mob on!Shrek! Shrek! Shrek!Go back where you came from!It seems that we are safe.Yeah, it looks a lot less pitchforkyand torchy out there. Let's go.What's the point?The kiss didn't work. It's over.Look, Shrek, I know thingsmight seem a little bleak right now,but things always work themselvesout in the end, you'll see.- I bet by this time tomorrow...- Don't you understand?There is no tomorrow.There's no day after that, and there'sno day after that day after that!My life was perfectand I'm never going to get it back!If your life was so perfect, why'd yousign it away to Rumpelstiltskin?Because I didn't knowwhat I had until it was gone! All right?I didn't know what I had.Surrender now! I'm taking you in!Don't try to fight it, ogre!The reward is mine!Gingy?- You unhand me, green devil!- What are you doing?Collecting my bounty!- Bounty?- What are you talking about, cracker?Rumpelstiltskin promisedthe deal of a lifetime- for whoever could bring you in.- Deal of a lifetime?Where all your wishes come true.Wait a minute.- I can still fix this.- How you gonna do that?You know what? I'm gonna giveRumpelstiltskin exactly what he wants.OK, Gingy, tell me about this...Were you going to eat that?Not Shrek. That is not Shrek.Also not Shrek.That's not even an ogre,it is a troll! Nice try.- And that...- Roar....is just sad.And what is that supposed to be?I'm just a frightened old man.Don't listen to him!These ogres are crafty!That is your father painted green.No, it's Shrek! Honest!Take them away!Can no one bring me Shrek?!Where is he?How hard can it be?!I want him! I want him! I want him!Stiltskin!I hear you're looking for me.All right! Finally!Who turned him in?Who gets the deal of a lifetime?- I do.- What? But...If I'm turning myself in,I get the deal of a lifetime.That means you haveto give me anything I want.No! Only true love's kisscan break your contract!So if you thought you were just gonna......in here and get your life back...- I'm not here to get my life back.Then what do you want?The ogres. They are all free.But where is Shrek?This is not good.I don't know.Not much of a storybook ending.The noble Shrek turns himself into save a bunch of filthy ogres.All that matters is that they're free......and Fiona is safe.I bet Fiona would bereally touched to hear that.But, hey......I guess you can tell her yourself.Fiona!Stiltskin, we had a deal!You agreed to free all ogres!Oh, yeah.But Fiona isn't all ogre, is she?By day, one way, by night, another.Blardy, blardy, blar.Nobody's smart but me!That was a really brave thingyou did, Shrek.Thank you.No, you were right.I wasn't there for you.And not just atthe Dragon's Keep, but......every day since.Well......you're here now.Let go of me! I have got to save Shrek!Don't be a fool, mule!She's right. Rumpel's palaceis locked up tighter- than Old Mother Hubbard's Cupboard.- And that cupboard wasn't guardedby a whole bunch ofmean, ugly, nasty witches.Hey! We can hear you!Sorry!We must get into the palace.Man, Shrek and mejust busted out of that place!But how?The same way we're gonna bust in.Yay! My new pretty ball!Didn't it look bigger in the catalogue?I guess it'll have to do.Witches, finally, the momentwe've all been waiting for.The main event of the evening!I present Shrek and Fiona!And now, to put the pastbehind us once and for all,I give you a princess's worst nightmare!Fiona's old flame,the keeper of the keep......Dragon!- Donkey?- And Puss!In Boots!Get them, get them, witches!Incoming!- Donkey, woo her!- Woo who?Your wife!Uh-oh.I'll call you! We're in love!Fiona, hold on!Hey, you!- Chimichangas?!- Get 'em while they're hot!Jump!Now!The dragon goes under the bridge!Through the loop!And finally...Into the castle!Run!Foo!So long!Come on, Fifi, go!Go! Witches, close up the floor!Come on, Fifi, go! Flappity flap!Come on, go! Fly away! Up, up! Go!Fifi, no!Victory is ours!Looks like we're havingcurly-toed weirdo for breakfast.Hey, we make a pretty good team.You have no idea.Shrek?His day is up. His day is...!Shrek?It's all right.There has to be something I can do.You've already doneeverything for me, Fiona.You gave me a home and a family.You have kids?We have kids.Fergus, Farkleand a little girl named......Felicia.- Felicia.I always wanted to havea daughter named Felicia.And someday......you will.You know what thebest part of today was?I got the chance to fall in lovewith you all over again.Fiona, the sunrise!You're still... an ogre!- True love's form.- Impossible!The kiss worked.What?!Fifi!Puss!No, no, no!No, not yet! I'm not ready! No, wait!I love you, Daddy!Shrek! Shrek! Shrek! Shrek!Everybody, I have found another cake!Shrek? Are you OK?Fiona. I've never been better.Roar!Happy Birthday, Farkle.Fergus, my little man!And Felicia, sweetheart.I believe this is yours.Thank you, Daddy.Hey, Uncle Shrek! How aboutgiving my babies an encore!Please, seor, let us have it!- I didn't know we could do that.- That's my best friend!You know, I always thoughtthat I rescued youfrom the Dragon's Keep.You did.No. It was you that rescued me.Yummy!Read more: https://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=shrek-forever-after-the-final-chapter

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Once upon a time, a long time ago,a king and queen had abeautiful daughter named Fiona.But she was possessedby a terrible curse.By day, a lovely princess.By night, a hideous ogre.Only true love's kisscould lift her curse.So Fiona waited in a tower,guarded by a dragon, until the daywhen her true love would arrive.But as the days turned into years,the King and Queen were forcedto resort to more desperate measures.Whoa, there.I don't know about this, Lillian.Fairy Godmother said only true love'skiss could break Fiona's curse.I don't trust that woman, Harold.This may be our last hope.Besides, he does comehighly recommended by King Midas.But to put our daughter's lifein the hands of this... person?He's devious.He's deceitful. He's, he's...Rumpelstiltskin!Mrs. Highness.How do you do?Down, Fifi. Get down!As you can see, everything's in order.So you'll put an endto our daughter's curse?And, in return, you sign the kingdomof Far Far Away over to me.- Lillian, this is madness!- What choice do we have?Fiona has been locked awayin that tower far too long.It's not like she's getting any younger.But to sign over our entire kingdom?Well, if your kingdom's worthmore to you than your daughter...Nothing is worth more to usthan our daughter.Jump, Fifi, jump!Just sign it and all your problemswill disappear.Your Highness! The Princess!She's been saved!Who saved her?No one would have guessedthat an ogre named Shrek,whose roar was fearedthroughout the land,would save the beautiful Princess Fiona.True love's kiss led to marriageand ogre babies!The kingdom of Far Far Awaywas finally at peace.Goody for them!And they lived happily ever after!Sir? You're gonnahave to pay for that.Maybe we could make a dealfor it, little boy?- Oh, I'm not a real boy.- Do you want to be?Nobody needs your dealsanymore, Grumpel Stinkypants!I wish that ogre was never born!Wake up, Daddy, wake up!- Good morning.- Good morning to you.Better out than in.That's my line.Did my little Fergus make a......big, grownup ogre stink?!Oh, that's diabolical!And on your left, the lovable lugthat showed us you don't have tochange your undiesto change the world!I wonder what Shrek's up to in there.Get in there. Get...Impossible to put on!OK, the dragon goes under the bridge,through the loop......and finally, into the castle.Play date!Then Shrek kissed the Princess.She turned into a beautiful ogreand they lived...Happily...- Ever...- After.Look! A shooting star!So, what did you wish for?That every day could be like this one.Come here, you.Morning, Daddy.Morning.Better out than in.Did my little Fergus make a...Cute. Real cute.This lovable lug taught usyou don't have to changeyour undies to change the world!Play date!Shrek! The outhouse is clogged up!She turned into a beautiful ogreand they lived...- Happily...- Ever...After?- Daddy, get up!- Morning.- Better out than in.- This lovable lug...- Play date!- No!Outhouse again!Come on.Undies!Outhouse!- Get up, get up!- And they lived...- Happily...- Ever...After.Roar.Nice landing, baby.Hey! Now remember, don't eat the valet.Happy birthday, nios!Vamos a la fiesta!Hey, Shrek, Shrek!Mr. Shrek, would yousign our pitchforks?And our torches?Oh, man, you used to be so fierce!Yeah, when you were a real ogre!A real ogre?Shrek, it's a sing-along.You've got to sing along!- No, thanks.- Please? I'll be your best friend.Why does being your best friend entailme doing everything I don't want to do?Please, Felicia, not in Daddy's ear.Excuse me, Mr. Shrek?Could you do thatogre roar of yours for my son?He's a big, big fan.Do the roar.You know, I'd rather not.It's my kids' birthday party.- Do the roar.- Honey?Why don't you go check on the cake?- Sure.- And don't forget the candles.Hold still.Thanks for the pants, Muffin Man.I always wanted chaps!Yee-haw! Giddy up!- Monsieur Shrek.- Howdy, Shrek!Your cake. Voil!- What is that supposed to be?- That's Sprinkles the Ogre!Isn't he cute? He looks just like you.But happy. It's a party, Shrek.You gotta cheer up!I'm in a great mood, actually.- Oh, I'm gonna lick me a rainbow!- Donkey!As long as you're not doing anything,how about one of thosefamous Shrek roars?- Do the roar.- Let me set you straight, Butter Pants.An ogre only roars when he's angry.You don't want to see me angry, do you?Do it.Hold it together. Just hold it together.Daddy, he's getting away. Do something.Oh, good.- What happened to the cake?- Trust me. It's an improvement.- You licked it!- No.Just because you're an ogre,doesn't mean you have to eat like one.Looks like you forgot the candles!OK, just watch the cake.I'll go get them.Watch the cake?- Where's the cake?!- We ate the cake.- Ya.- What?No, don't cry.Hey! I believe youpromised my son a roar.- Do the roar.- Roar.- I don't like it.- Pigs, we need another cake.- We ate the other cakes.- One roar, man.Hey, everybody!Shrek's gonna do his famous ogre roar!Not now, Donkey.Pigs, are there any cupcakes?- We ate them, too.- They have lollipops.No, I ate them.- You didn't share?- Well, you didn't share the croissants!- Everything's gonna be OK.- Shrek, what's going on?- Come on, Shrek, your fans are waiting!- Do the roar.We need the cake!Cake! Cake! Cake!I love you, Daddy.Everybody, I have found another cake!Shrek? Are you OK?- Unbelievable.- Tell me about it! Those villagers...I'm not talking about the villagers,Shrek. I'm talking about you.Is this really how you wantto remember the kids' first birthday?- Oh, great. So this is all my fault?- Yes. But you know what?Let's talk about thisafter the party, at home.You mean that roadsideattraction we live in?Step right up! See the dancing ogre!Don't worry! He won't bite!I used to be an ogre.Now I'm just a jolly green joke!OK, OK, maybe you're notthe ogre you used to be.But maybe that's not such a bad thing.I wouldn't expect you to understand.It's not like you're a real ogre.You spent half your life in a palace.And the other halflocked away in a tower.Look, all I want is for things to goback to the way they used to be!Back when villagers were afraid of me,and I could take a mud bath in peace.When I could do what I wanted,when I wanted to do it!Back when the world made sense!You mean back before yourescued me from the Dragon's Keep?Exactly!Shrek, you havethree beautiful children,a wife who loves you,friends who adore you.You have everything.Why is it the only personwho can't see that is you?That's just great.If she thinks I'm gonnaslink back there and apologize,she's got another thing coming.She's not the boss of me.I'm an ogre and I'm not gonna apologizefor acting like one.Help, please!Someone, anyone at all, help me!Please, help!Please, help!I'm stuck! Help!Oh, please, help!Someone, anyone! Help me!The pain! I can seea bright light. A tunnel!Grandma? Is that you?Yeah, it's me, Granny.An ogre! Please, Mr. Ogre,please don't eat me!I'm not gonna eat you.But you are an ogre... Aren't you?Yeah, well, I... I used to be.Look, move out or get crushed.So you're not gonna eat me?No, thanks. I already had a big bowlof curly-toed weirdo for breakfast.Wait up! What's your rush?Where you going?Nowhere.What a coincidence!I was just heading that way myself.But, seriously,let me give you a ride. I insist.Come on. It's the least I can doafter all you've done for me.I got a hot rat cooking.All right! Can I interest youin a mudslide? Slug and tonic?A liquid libationto ease that frustration?- Eyeball-tini?- Well, maybe just one.So the centaur says,"That's not the half I'm talking about. "I gotta say, Shrek, I envy you.To live the life of an ogre...no worries, no responsibilities.You are free to pillageand terrorize as you please.- Free? That's a laugh.- Oh, yeah?Sometimes I wish I had just one dayto feel like a real ogre again.Why didn't you say so?Magical transactions are my specialty!Great. Next to mimes,magicians are my favourite people.Hold on."King for a Month. ""Knight for a Week. "Ogre for a day.Think about it, Shrek.To be feared and hated.You'll be, like, "Roar!"And the villagers will be, like, "Getaway! It's Shrek! I'm so scared of him!"It would be just like the good old days,when your swamp was your castle.- When the world made sense.- All right, what's the catch?Catch? No. There's no catch.No catchings, really.I mean, there's something.Small thing. Nothing. A little thing.All right, I knew it.So what do you want?- A day.- A day.Rat's done!To make the magic work, you gottagive something to get something.In this case, you gottagive a day to get a day. That's all.I can't just pick upand leave my family.But that's the best part, Shrek!It's a magical contract.No one will even know you're gone.And by the time this day is up,you are gonna feel like a changed ogre.Still, I don't know.Hey, no problem.Forget it, no big D. Doesn't matter.Do you like white meat or dark meat?So what day would I have to give up?I don't know, any day.A day from your past.A day you had the flu?A day you lost a pet?A day some meddling oafstuck his nose where it didn't belongdestroying your businessand ruining your life?!Just for an example.How about the day I met Donkey?Now, there's a dayI'd like to take back.I don't know who that is.I know. What about a dayyou wouldn't even remember?Like a day when you were a baby.- An innocent, mindless little baby.- Take any of those days you want.- Take them all for all I care.- Oh, just one will do.OK, good.A day from your childhood it is.I guess there's nothing wrongwith wanting a little time for myself.Just 24 tiny little hours.- I'm still my own ogre!- Yeah, you is!I never needed to askfor anyone's permission before.So why start now?Go on, Shrek.Sign it!Go on, Shrek.Sign it, Shrek! Sign it!You signed it.So, tell me. What happens now?Have a nice day.I think I fell on my keys.There are 40 children in that shoe,which is why the weaselgoes pop to this very day.Oh, great.As we head over the riverand through the woods...Ogre!Kill the ogre! Kill the ogre!This is the part where you run away!Sure is great to be wanted again.Nice one.Fiona?Oh, no.My home.Fiona!Fiona! Are you in there?!All right, Rumpel!This wasn't part of the deal!Rumpel!Ogre!We've got another one, ladies! Get him!Who are you?!What are you doing in my swamp?Looks like a troublemaker!Spread 'em!Nice job, ladies!You witches are making a big mistake!I know my rights!You have the right to shut your mouth!Donkey, stop with the singing, will you?Donkey!Donkey, where am I? What's happening?Quiet down there! Oh, I hate this song.I'm driving,so I'm in charge of the music.Will you witches make up your mind?Donkey? What's going on?Do you know where Fiona is?Quiet, ogre! You're gonna get mein trouble and I need this job.I am not going back to workfor Old MacDonald.Tell me to E-I-E-I-O."E-I-E-I-No!" That's what I said.Where are my babies?And where's your wife, Dragon?Look, I think you have me confusedwith some other talking donkey.I've never seen you before in my life.Never seen me before?Come on, Donkey!And how do youknow my name anyway?It's me, Shrek. Your best friend?A donkey and an ogre friends?That's the mostridiculous thing I ever heard!Can you at least tell mewhere they're taking me?To the same place they takeevery ogre. To Rumpelstiltskin.- Stiltskin!- I said quiet!Oh, no.It's time to crumble!Place your bets!Place your bets! We start tout de suite!Yeah!Gingy?Gingy snap!There's one!Disgusting, filthy ogre!Hideous monster!Filthy, filthy creature!Disgusting creature!Move it!Don't worry, Donkey.I'll get us our lives back.Yeah, right. Put a little mustardon mine, Captain Crazy!Mr. Stiltskin?You got another customer.- Wolfie!- Yes, Mr. Stiltskin.Bring me my business wig.Mr. Stiltskin, please!- OK, go.- Please make me a real boy!Go away! Terms arein the details, balsa boy.Sayonara, termites! Hello, acne!Stiltskin!Shrek!There he is!So close!Have I been waiting for you!Ladies, this is the guythat made all of this possible!So, tell me, how are youenjoying your day?All right, Rumpel, what's going on?What have you done?No, Shrek, it's not what I've done.It's what you've done.Thanks to you, the King and Queensigned their kingdom over to me.They would never do that.They would if I promised themall their problems would disappear.And then they disappeared!They would have done anythingif they thought it wouldend their daughter's curse.I ended Fiona's curse!How could you when you never existed?You better start making sense,you dirty little man!Here, let me spell it out for you!You gave me a day from your past,a day you couldn't even remember.A day when you werean innocent, mindless little baby.You took the day I was born.No, Shrek. You gave it to me.Enjoy this while you can, Stiltskin,because when this day is up...But you haven't heard the best part.Since you were never born, oncethis day comes to an end, so will you.Where's Fiona?Where's my family?Silly little ogre.You don't get it, do you?You see, you were never born.You never met Fiona.Your kids don't exist.How's that for a metaphysical paradox?Looks like you gotexactly what you wanted!- Happy Ogre Day!- Rumpel!Get him, witches!You know what'd help moralearound here? Flip-flop Fridays.Feet be comfortablewith the breeze on your toes.Come on, girls!Lock all the doors,you worthless witches! Do it!I'll be right back, Donkey!I don't know you! I don't know him!I'm glad I'm not you.Help me! Help!Help!No, not my pretty ball!Watch out!Wolfie?My angry wig.Help! I've been kidnappedby a deranged, unbalanced ogre!Donkey! Get off of me!Watch it with your pointy hooves!- Just take my wallet!- Hey!I'm being ass-napped!Animal cruelty! Help!You need to calm down!I'm your friend.I'm not gonna hurt you, all right?Good. I'm gonna let go......right... now.Please! Eat my face last!Send my hooves to my mama!Donkey! You've got to trust me.- Why should I trust you?- Because...Because...OK.Fine! Go ahead!Run away! Who needs you?I've never seen an ogre cry.I'm not crying.It's nothing to be ashamed of.I cry all the time.Just thinking about my grandma,or thinking about baby kittens,or my grandma kissing a baby kitten,or a little baby grandma kitten.- That is so darn sad.- I said, I'm not crying!Take it easy, I'm only trying to help.It's none of my businesswhy you're upset.By the way, why are you upset?I was tricked into signing somethingI shouldn't have.You signed up for one of themtime-shares, huh?No. I signed this.You should never sign a contractwith Rumpelstiltskin!Yeah, I got that.- His fine print is crafty.- I know.- His exit clauses are sneaky.- Yeah, I...- What did you say?- I'm talking about the exit clause.Used to be, you had to guess his name,but now everybody knowswho Rumpelstiltskin is.Donkey, I've read the fine print.There's nothingabout an exit clause in here.Well, you didn't expect himto make it easy for you.Here, let me show you how it's done.I didn't spend all that timearound them witcheswithout picking up a few tricks.Your tiny, little ogre braincouldn't begin to comprehendthe complexityof my polygonic foldability skills.What are you doing?Hey, I can't get my origami onunless you back off.Thank you. OK, here's what yougotta do. You fold this piece here,make this letter match up here,bring this corner here,and if you do it just right,it will show you what to do. There!"Try Lou's Bliss. "Who's Lou?Give me that!"True Love's Kiss. "You have to take me to dinner first."According to fairy tale law,if not fully satisfied,true love's kiss will renderthis contract null and void. "Donkey, you did it! Look at you!If Fiona and I share true love's kiss,I will get my life back!OK! This isn't a petting zoo!So where is this Fiona?Well, that's just it, you see.I don't know.You know, when I lose something,I always try to retrace my steps.So... where did you leave her last?The last time I saw her,I told her I wishedI'd never rescued her.- Oh, no.- Shrek?Shrek! Shrek, wait! Wait, Shrek!What, are you crazy?That's the Dragon's Keep!They keep dragons in there!OK, yeah, fine! Go ahead!I'm gonna just hang back hereand find us some breakfast!Fiona!Oh, no.If I didn't save Fiona......then who did?This is the favour Fiona wassupposed to give me on the day we met.It's a symbol of our love.Now smell it!Hey, man, get that dirtyfavour out of my face!Your nose is the only chanceI have of tracking down my wife,so stop complaining and start smelling.Smell it! Get it! Away you go, girl!Do I look like a bloodhound to you?In case you haven't noticed,I'm a donkey, not a dog!If I was a dog, they'd call me Dog,not Donkey!And another thing...Wait a minute.I think I got something.- Whatever it is, it's sweet.- Fiona.Luscious and tasty.Hey! That's my wifeyou're talking about.Donkey!Yeah! Waffles!And I thought the Waffle Fairywas just a bedtime story.Sticky stacks of golden,syrupy deliciousness!Donkey! Don't eat that!There's a stack of freshly made wafflesin the middle of the forest.Don't you find thata wee bit suspicious?Oh, you... I'm just... What are you...?Bad Donkey! Mustn't.I said, don't! Don't!No! Get away from it.You did.Look out!Donkey!- Are you OK?- I'm fine.Donkey.Help! Help me!Help, Shrek! Help!Watch your head.Hey, it's a new guy!Look at him, all dressed upin his Sunday vest.He's really tiny, isn't he?Yeah. Fate has delivered usa comrade-in-armsand for that, we are thankful.Suit him up!- Let's go, greenie.- Now, wait a minute!- Hey!- Here you go.- Welcome to the resistance.- Resistance?We fight for freedomand ogres everywhere!I didn't know we could do that.Help! You can't eat me! I got the mange!- I'm poisonous! I'm all poi...- I'll take him! This order's to go.Hey! I haven't removed his giblets yet.Trust me, you don't wantto eat this one.I go down smooth,but come out fighting!- Let go!- Don't make Mama mad.Your dinner is my friend!- Come on, guys!- I got to get the giblets out!- She's back.- There she is.Fiona!I'm so happy I found you!Maybe you missed orientation,but for future reference,personal space is very important to me.You don't know who I am, do you?No.Brogan, I have news from Far Far Away.Gather the othersand meet me in the war room.Gretched, make sure everyoneis prepared to move out tonight.- I need to talk to you.- What is it?OK, I know you don'tremember me, but......we're married. Hear me out.And at the birthday partywith some pigs and a puppet,the villagers wanted meto sign their pitchforks,and this boy kept saying,"Do the roar. "Then I punched the cakes that thepigs ate and the next thing I knew,my donkey fell in your waffle hole.Right? Who's with me?I guess I must have kicked himharder than I thought.Fiona, I need to...Witches! All right, everyone,you know the drill!- Fiona!- Witches! Oh, no!- Witches! Witches!- Come on, now.Fiona, that's the third patrol today.We can't hide forever.Trust me, Brogan.After tonight, we won't have to.- That's your wife?- That's my wife.Well, I see who wears the chain mailin your family!Some people like to lookat the goblet as... as half empty.Me, I like to look at it as half full.We've gone from the bottomto the top, ladies.But we're not just an empire.We're a family.Everyone has got their cupcake?Cupcake, cupcake? Good. Yes? Baba?Good.Yeah, you know, we haveput away a lot of ogres.And so one got away.Who cares? It's not a big deal.It doesn't matter to me.It's not like it's the end of the world.Except... funny thing.Now that I think about it,the ogre who got away is Shrek!And if he shares a kisswith Fiona by sunrise,it is the end of the world! Our world!My empire!But, as I was saying,I like to look at the gobletas half full.Yelling makes me so parched.Would anyone care for some water?Wet your whistle?A clear, crisp, delicious glass......of agua purificada?Anybody's thirsty?Nobody's thirsty? No?Well, then does anyone care to tell mewhat it's going to taketo get this ogre? You.Faster brooms?- No!- Pointier hats?- No! You!- Maybe we could hirea professional bounty hunter?What a world! What a world!You know, actuallynot a bad idea. Baba!I need a bounty hunter.And if music dothsoothe the savage beast......then I think I might knowjust the person!Listen up, everyone.Word has come from Far Far Away.Stiltskin is leadingtonight's ogre hunt himself.- He's never done that before.- What? Why?I bet that's because of us.If that cupcake-eating clownfinally leaves the safetyof his filthy witch nest......he'll be vulnerable.The plan's simple.If they follow the usual patrol route,they'll reach the river by midnight.We'll be concealed along this road,waiting for his caravan.Once they reach the clearing,I'll give the signal.And then we attack!And when the smoke clears...Wait, what's this?That's my chimichanga stand.No, Cookie. We won't be needing that.Trust me, Fiona. Y'all gonna bereally hungry after this ambush, OK?Go and finish your little speech.All right, as I was saying,when the smoke clears,Rumpelstiltskin is goneand the chimichangas have been eaten.Far Far Away will finally be free.- And so will we.- Spread the word.We move out as soon asRumpel leaves the palace.- Man, this is serious!- Tell me about it.How am I ever gonnaget her to kiss me before sunrise?Actually, I was talkingabout the revolution.Revolution?Why don't you justtell her what you told me?About how you're her true love andyou came from an alternate universe.Well, while I'm at it,why don't I tell herthat you're marriedto a fire-breathing dragonand you have little, mutantdonkey-dragon babies.I do?!You saw what happened.She's gonna think I'm crazy.I'm a daddy?You know what?If I got Fiona to kiss me once......then I can do it again.Shrek, do my babieshave hooves or talons?Donkey...!Hello?Fiona?You should not be here, seor.Puss?You've gotta be kidding me.Feed me, if you dare.Puss, what happened to you?You got so fa......fancy.- Do I know you?Well, where's your hat?Where's your belt?Your wee little boots?Boots? For a cat? Ha!But you're Puss in Boots.Maybe once.But that is a name I have outgrown.That's not the only thingyou've outgrown.Hey! I may have let myself goa little since retirement,but hanging up my swordwas the best decision of my life.I have all the cream I can drinkand all the mice I can chase.I'll get him later.Puss, what have I done to you?You've gone soft.Well, I do get brushed twice a day.Look, it's not too late to fix it.All you have to do is help meget a kiss from Fiona.What are you doing?Can I help you with something?Well, I know how stressfulmounting a rebellion can be......rallying the troops,planning attacks,so I brought you a little somethingto ease the tension.A gift basket?You're welcome.So let's see what you got.Heart-shaped box of slugs.Skunk-scented candle.- Look, this really isn't the...- What's this? Coupons!Let's see,"Good for one free foot massage. ""A mud facial!"Oh, and here's one..."Good for one free kiss. "Let's cash it now.Look, I don't knowwhat this is all about,but I'm trying to run a revolution.So unless you haveRumpelstiltskin's head in there,I suggest you take your gift basket,get out of my tentand go make yourself useful!Wow. You're right. I am sorry.I was just trying to be friendly.No hard feelings?An apologetic hug?And a quick kiss goodbye.Hey!Wait! Is that mistletoe I see?Hey, Shrek! Are my babies cute, or dothey make people feel uncomfortable?- Where'd we find that guy?- Could it be true?Have the years of primand pampery made me soft?Don't be silly.Now who's a pretty kitty?I am.Daddy thinks you look real nice, Fifi.Honk.All right, Piggies, be gone!Don't forget to takeher little potty box with you.This little piggy wants to go home!- Mr. Stiltskin! He's here.- Nice.Pied Piper. How was your commute?Good.You call this guy a bounty hunter?What's he gonna do,flute those ogres a lullaby?OK, got it!Make it stop!All right, that's enough.Looks like it's time to pay the piper.Griselda, seriously,it's time to pay the piper.Now go get my cheque book!Go! Move! Get out!Things are gettingreal sloppy around here!Here, now make sure they eat up!You can't end tyranny onan empty stomach! Go on! Go!Din-din!- Come on, Donkey.- One more time, please?All right, but this is the last time.Here it comes. Look at him.I see you!That's quite a friend you've got there.I can see why you haven't eaten him.Donkey! I hate to pull you awayfrom your adoring public,but I'm not getting anywhere with Fiona.- I need your help!- Hey, everybody. Who wants dessert?- Where'd you get these?- Fiona's garbage.Just another gift from someclueless lover boy.That's a good one, Cookie!Anyone who knows Fiona knowsthis stuff ain't gonna work on her.Works on me.Donkey, what am I gonna do?It's like I don't even know her.You in trouble, Romeo. The only thingFiona cares about is her cause.- To the cause!- To the cause!All right!Hello!- Nice moves.- What are you doing?What does it look like?I'm getting ready for ambush action.Oh, yeah.I always like to quad my lutesand do some scrunchesbefore an operational... op.This one taken?We use that to clean the toilets.And we use that one to cleanthe thing we clean the toilets with.I knew that.There you go, chief.Hey... Scott?My name is Shrek, actually.You're going to get yourself killedat the ambush tonight.I'll be fine.I think I can take care of myself...Well, let's see about that.Hey! Hey... Hey!What the...?Fiona?I got it.Give me your hand.The dragon goes under the bridge,through the loop and finally...Into the castle.Wow.OK. Good.It seems like you can handle yourself.- But, Fiona...- Go get ready for the mission!- I will, but Fiona...- That's an order!All right, let's get those axessharpened and weapons packed!Preparation is half the battle!Ogre! Un momento! Un momento!Ogre, ogre, un momento!Just give me a minute.Look, Puss, I'm a littlepressed for time.I am not believingwhat I have just witnessed.Back there, you and Fiona.There was a spark...a spark inside her heartI thought was long extinguished.It was as if, for one moment,Fiona had actually found her true love!I am her true love. I ended her curse.You know of her curse?By day, one way, by night another.This shall be the norm.Until you find true love's first kiss......and then take love's true form.You even know the little rhyme!It is true! You are the one!You must prove it to her!- How?- Convince her!Go to her when she is aloneand tell her somethingthat only her true love would know.Know about what?!Whoa! That's a whole lot of kitty!Shrek, can we keep him?Excuse me. Coming through!Pardon me, guys! Watch your back.Look, Donkey,the chimichanga cart! Quick!ndale! After him, burro!Donkey, vmonos!Man, you are a cat-astrophe!And you are ri-donkey-lous!I'll scout ahead. Wait for my signal.Secure your positions!- It's quite a view from up here.- What are you doing?!Get back in position!You need to know,once and for all, who I really am.You are going to ruin everything!Ruin everything?Actually, I'm gonna fix everything...The ogres, Rumpel, your curse.How do you know about my curse?!OK, OK, please, Fiona...Just hear me out.I can explain everything.- Where's Fiona's signal?- What's she waiting for?- He's going to get away!- No, he's not.Listen, I don't know who you areor how you know about my curse,but if any of these ogresfind out I'm...- A beautiful princess?- That is not who I am! Not anymore.- Look, I know you're upset.- You don't know anything about me.I know everything about you.I know you sing so beautifullythat birds explode.- Big deal.- I know that when you sign your name,- you put a heart over the "I".- So what?I know that whenyou see a shooting star,you cross your fingers on both hands,squinch up your noseand you make a wish.I know that you don't like the coverswrapped around your feet,and I know that you sleep by candlelightbecause every timeyou close your eyes......you're afraid you're gonnawake up back in that tower.But, most importantly, Fiona......I know that the reasonyou turn human every day......is because you'venever been kissed......well......by me.- You move fast.- It's not me doing the moving.- Why is this happening?!- Love?- No, I'm being forced to dance!- By love!No, I can't stop myself!Please! Make it stop!I can't control myself!Yeah! Cookie's bringingthe heat out of the kitchen!Oh, no! It's the Piper!I can't believe I let this happen,and it's all because of you!- If you'd just let me kiss you!- What? You're insane!We must do something beforethey fandango themselves into oblivion!- What can we do?- First, you must stop dancing!When somebody tooties that fluty,I got to shake my booty!Then it's up to me!Hurry! We must get themaway from the music!Puss and Donkey to the rescue!We saved the day!Donkey... Can I borrow your tongue?Say what?!No. Hell...I don't care how big your eyes get,player, it's not going down.All right!Stop!- Where are you going?- To save my friends.- How, by getting yourself killed?- If that's what it takes.Puss, say something.- Puss?- Let me explain.That's how you knew so much about me.- Fiona, wait! Kiss me.- What?It's the only way to save your friends.Get out of my way.You used to believe that a single kisscould solve everything!I don't understand.This doesn't make any sense.True love's kisswas supposed to fix everything!Yeah, you know,that's what they told me, too.True love didn't get meout of that tower.I did. I saved myself.Don't you get it?It's all just a big fairy tale.Fiona, don't say that. It does exist!How would you know?Did you grow up locked awayin a dragon's keep?Did you live all alonein a miserable tower?Did you cry yourselfto sleep every night,waiting for a true lovethat never came?!But... But I'm your true love.Then where were youwhen I needed you?Maybe you kissed her wrong?No.The kiss didn't work......because Fiona doesn't love me.Don't despair, fellow ogres!They can put us in cages,but they can't cage our honour!Shrek and Fiona are together?!Yeah, I've heard enough ofyour toot-a-lee-toots! You blew it!Wolfie! My speech wig.Baba! Ready my makeup.And Piper, pull my socks up.- Tight.- Attention, citizens.Please stay tuned for a messagefrom our tyrannical dictator!Hello, people.It is I, Rumpelstiltskin......shepherd of your dreams.Recently, a certain somebodyhas jeopardized our joyous lives.And that somebodyis the rat-munching ogre called Shrek!That is why I come to you,dear citizens.For whomever brings me this ogre,shall receive the deal of a lifetime.Just think of it! Total and- complete happiness.- Ya!Dazzling, radiant fulfilment!All your greatest wishes.- Yeah!- Your wildest dreams.Anything you could ever want!No strings attached!But hurry, this is a limited time offer.So light your torches, sharpenyour pitchforks and get your mob on!Shrek! Shrek! Shrek!Go back where you came from!It seems that we are safe.Yeah, it looks a lot less pitchforkyand torchy out there. Let's go.What's the point?The kiss didn't work. It's over.Look, Shrek, I know thingsmight seem a little bleak right now,but things always work themselvesout in the end, you'll see.- I bet by this time tomorrow...- Don't you understand?There is no tomorrow.There's no day after that, and there'sno day after that day after that!My life was perfectand I'm never going to get it back!If your life was so perfect, why'd yousign it away to Rumpelstiltskin?Because I didn't knowwhat I had until it was gone! All right?I didn't know what I had.Surrender now! I'm taking you in!Don't try to fight it, ogre!The reward is mine!Gingy?- You unhand me, green devil!- What are you doing?Collecting my bounty!- Bounty?- What are you talking about, cracker?Rumpelstiltskin promisedthe deal of a lifetime- for whoever could bring you in.- Deal of a lifetime?Where all your wishes come true.Wait a minute.- I can still fix this.- How you gonna do that?You know what? I'm gonna giveRumpelstiltskin exactly what he wants.OK, Gingy, tell me about this...Were you going to eat that?Not Shrek. That is not Shrek.Also not Shrek.That's not even an ogre,it is a troll! Nice try.- And that...- Roar....is just sad.And what is that supposed to be?I'm just a frightened old man.Don't listen to him!These ogres are crafty!That is your father painted green.No, it's Shrek! Honest!Take them away!Can no one bring me Shrek?!Where is he?How hard can it be?!I want him! I want him! I want him!Stiltskin!I hear you're looking for me.All right! Finally!Who turned him in?Who gets the deal of a lifetime?- I do.- What? But...If I'm turning myself in,I get the deal of a lifetime.That means you haveto give me anything I want.No! Only true love's kisscan break your contract!So if you thought you were just gonna......in here and get your life back...- I'm not here to get my life back.Then what do you want?The ogres. They are all free.But where is Shrek?This is not good.I don't know.Not much of a storybook ending.The noble Shrek turns himself into save a bunch of filthy ogres.All that matters is that they're free......and Fiona is safe.I bet Fiona would bereally touched to hear that.But, hey......I guess you can tell her yourself.Fiona!Stiltskin, we had a deal!You agreed to free all ogres!Oh, yeah.But Fiona isn't all ogre, is she?By day, one way, by night, another.Blardy, blardy, blar.Nobody's smart but me!That was a really brave thingyou did, Shrek.Thank you.No, you were right.I wasn't there for you.And not just atthe Dragon's Keep, but......every day since.Well......you're here now.Let go of me! I have got to save Shrek!Don't be a fool, mule!She's right. Rumpel's palaceis locked up tighter- than Old Mother Hubbard's Cupboard.- And that cupboard wasn't guardedby a whole bunch ofmean, ugly, nasty witches.Hey! We can hear you!Sorry!We must get into the palace.Man, Shrek and mejust busted out of that place!But how?The same way we're gonna bust in.Yay! My new pretty ball!Didn't it look bigger in the catalogue?I guess it'll have to do.Witches, finally, the momentwe've all been waiting for.The main event of the evening!I present Shrek and Fiona!And now, to put the pastbehind us once and for all,I give you a princess's worst nightmare!Fiona's old flame,the keeper of the keep......Dragon!- Donkey?- And Puss!In Boots!Get them, get them, witches!Incoming!- Donkey, woo her!- Woo who?Your wife!Uh-oh.I'll call you! We're in love!Fiona, hold on!Hey, you!- Chimichangas?!- Get 'em while they're hot!Jump!Now!The dragon goes under the bridge!Through the loop!And finally...Into the castle!Run!Foo!So long!Come on, Fifi, go!Go! Witches, close up the floor!Come on, Fifi, go! Flappity flap!Come on, go! Fly away! Up, up! Go!Fifi, no!Victory is ours!Looks like we're havingcurly-toed weirdo for breakfast.Hey, we make a pretty good team.You have no idea.Shrek?His day is up. His day is...!Shrek?It's all right.There has to be something I can do.You've already doneeverything for me, Fiona.You gave me a home and a family.You have kids?We have kids.Fergus, Farkleand a little girl named......Felicia.- Felicia.I always wanted to havea daughter named Felicia.And someday......you will.You know what thebest part of today was?I got the chance to fall in lovewith you all over again.Fiona, the sunrise!You're still... an ogre!- True love's form.- Impossible!The kiss worked.What?!Fifi!Puss!No, no, no!No, not yet! I'm not ready! No, wait!I love you, Daddy!Shrek! Shrek! Shrek! Shrek!Everybody, I have found another cake!Shrek? Are you OK?Fiona. I've never been better.Roar!Happy Birthday, Farkle.Fergus, my little man!And Felicia, sweetheart.I believe this is yours.Thank you, Daddy.Hey, Uncle Shrek! How aboutgiving my babies an encore!Please, seor, let us have it!- I didn't know we could do that.- That's my best friend!You know, I always thoughtthat I rescued youfrom the Dragon's Keep.You did.No. It was you that rescued me.Yummy!Read more: https://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=shrek-forever-after-the-final-chapter

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Yo, Big Shaq, the one and only
Man's not hot, never hot
Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat
Boom

Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths
Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees
See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers
When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking (you man ducked)
Hold tight, Asnee (my brotha), he's got the pumpy (big ting)
Hold tight, my man (my guy), he's got the frisbee
I trap, trap, trap on the phone, movin' that cornflakes
Rice Krispies, hold tight my girl, Whitney (my G)
On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes (like my toes)
You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose (chilin')
If she ain't on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose (check your nose fam)
You donut, nose long like garden hose

I tell her man's not hot, I tell her man's not hot
The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"
I said, "Babes, man's not hot" (never hot)
I tell her man's not hot (never hot)
I tell her man's not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"
I said, "Babes, man's not hot" (never hot)

Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four (us man)
Chillin' in the corridor (yo), your dad is forty-four
And he's still callin' man for a draw (look at him), let him know
When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw (finished)
Take man's Twix by force (take it), send man shop by force (send him)
Your girl knows I've got the sauce (flexin'), no ketchup (none)
Just sauce (saucy), raw sauce
Ah, yo, boom, ah

The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom, you dun know

I tell her man's not hot (man's not), I tell her man's not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"
I said, "Babes, man's not hot" (never hot)
I tell her man's not hot (never hot)
I tell her man's not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"
I said, "Babes, man's not hot"

Man can never be hot (never hot), perspiration ting (spray dat)
Lynx Effect (come on), you didn't hear me did you? (nah)
Use roll-on (use that), or spray
But either way, A-B-C-D (alphabet ting)

The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom

You dun know, Big Shaq
Man's not hot
I tell her man's not hot (never hot)
Forty degrees and man's not hot (come on)
Yo, in the sauna, man's not hot (never hot)
Yeah, skidika-pap-pap