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The World In My Eyes

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:55

Dear, newborn baby you now live in a huge and sometimes crazy world. Everone lives in a diffferent climate. Some are cold and some are warm. Some are mountanious and others are flat. You were born at a pretty crazy time right now. To me it feels like everyone is engrosed in politics. You will eventually understand why. You will grow to find that the planet earth is a busy place. Everyday different things happen. Tornadoes come and go, tearing everything in their path. Winter storms fall, freezing the earth beneath them. People protest in the streets, against laws put in place that they don't like. People believe different things, and grow up differently. I like the world because every person has their own unique culture.

I think you will find that as you grow up you will see the world differently. Depending on how you look at it the world and people in it can be good or bad. Everyone has a different background. Wherever you were born just remember that when you grow up to be a good person. I advise you to if you can go to school, and stay in it. Work your hardest and don't give up.  




Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:55

On a cold day,  Ben and his friend decided to go into an abandoned school that was said to have a ghost. Ben and his friend Liam rode their bikes to the school with their bags full of tools to help them.  When they got to the school they saw that the door was already open. When seeing this they wanted to run but because they had told all their friends they walked in knowing that they might die.

When walking into school the two boys could see blood dripping from the wall and bones of the desserts that tried to see the ghost. The school smelled like death. In the corner of Liam's eye, he could see a white figure zooming past him closing the door behind them. Even though they were both scared they were certain to see the ghost. After walking for a while ben's flashlight started to flicker making them worried because they didn't have another one to use.

        From across the room, Liam could hear the creak of a door. In that second he started running leaving Ben behind. When  he got to the door he heard a scream

   “BEN what's wrong?” Liam screamed back.

   ¨ I saw the ghost,¨ Ben said.

It hit him right then and there that the ghost appeared from a dark corner of the room. It had a skull for a head with black flames coming from his head wearing a black ripped rob with a chain for a belt. While the two boys were in shock the ghost reached out trying to decapitate then. By the time they got back to the door their clothes were ripped and drenched in sweat. In sheer pain, they ran through the door onto the parking lot.

Never been normal.

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:54

(Y/N) is not human.

(Y/N) never will be human.

(Y/N) is so much more than a lowly being like that.

Because (Y/N) Is donald trump.

Annual Knee Hockey Game

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:54

One for the memory books. Every Thanksgiving for a tradition we have an annual knee hockey game Parents vs Kids. This might have been the most outrageous game yet. Us being kids would pretend this was the biggest game of our lives. My family got to my cousin's house and we did what we usually do, sit around the counter and talk. The kids would always get bored after like 10 minutes. After a little bit of sitting around the counter and being bored me, my brother, and my two cousins went downstairs. We grabbed sticks and started to shoot on the net.


“ Alright guys we need to figure out who’s playing goalie we need two people and we need to figure out our starting lineup.” said my cousin Thomas


I volunteered to be goalie which I really didn’t want to do but I kind of had to because no one else was volunteering. I would play goalie for 1 and half periods and then my brother would do the other 1 and a half periods We had a very organized practice and got ready for the annual knee hockey game.Then dinner came we hurried and shoveled everything. We tried to rush our parents but it didn't work. It was like try to rush a slug to get somewhere fast.  Except the parents would always take much longer than us. The kids went down to the basement and set it up and got prepared. The parents came down everyone got into their sports where they always sit. My dad was the ref but whenever we played this game he would sit in a chair and fall asleep. The game started and just to let you know one of my uncle ange is playing goalie with a broken leg. We started the game and everyone was having fun until I got into the game and I got the puck and went down the basement. I shot the puck and once I shot the puck I hear a screaming ouch hh hh.  I looked up and my stick was in between my uncle ted’s  legs. The laughter broke out and I felt so bad. After this, my uncle kind of had a chip on his shoulder. About 5 minutes after that whole incident my mom tries to get the puck from my cousin Will and when she does her stick comes up and hits my cousin in his nose.

“ Oh my god I am so sorry!” yelled my mom


His nose starts bleeding instantly. It was like a river of blood coming out of his nose.My mom felt extremely bad but Will thought it was really funny.  The game had 2 minutes left and the parents had the puck and my uncle got it and went through everyone. Then my uncle shot the puck and it went in my uncle jumped in celebration. He didn’t realize his stick was up and that it went through the ceiling tile.

“OH MY GOD” my uncle Ted yelled

“ Don’t worry about it that always happens.” said my other uncle


But we didn't realize the tile snapped in half and that we couldn’t put it back into place. This has been a joke every time we get together. The game went on and near the end of the game it was 5-5 and then my brother shot the puck and the puck tiptoed into the net.


We Always Knew

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:54

I just knew that you were special. Every since you were a baby weird things would happen when you were around. When you would walk into a room all the things around you would start to float. One night i walked into your room you were peacefully sleeping but it was weird because you and everything else in your were floating and when i accidentally woke you everything peacefully floated back down. We always though about it but never believed it was true. Until yesterday. Someone came to visit us yesterday. They told us that they needed to take you. They said it was not safe here for you anymore. You are going to place for other kinds like you. A different realm. You are not like the rest of us. You are magical and they are bringing you to the wizard and witch realm. Do not worry my dear you will be better there you can live free and we don't have to hide you anymore and you will still be able to visit us. We want you to be happy Annabelle. This is for you so you can be with your people. Your not weird your incredible and special and this is going to make everything better. You can be out in the open. You will learn to control it. We want this for you. You need to learn this. You don't want to be locked up in the house forever. We love you and will miss you but this is for you.

                                                                                                                                                                             XOXO love MOM

Alarming my Heart

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:54

I ride my bike through the park heading to my favorite ice cream stand, I admire the warm temperature and what a beautiful day it is. As I glide along the path I hear sirens "weeoooweeoooweeooo" although I had done nothing wrong, my heart races and I can feel my feet pedaling faster. I look around to see where the sirens are coming from, they are driving up the block, everything's in slow motion. I look for cover, I see a bush so I jump off my bike into the bush and realize how stupid I must look, everyone else is walking around casually and then there is me who is still lying in a bush. The bush is almost dead so it doesn't have many leaves but I stay there and hide

one hour later

I wake up, I can't believe I fell asleep in a bush, I was hiding like my life depended on it but the cops must have been gone like 10 seconds after I jumped in the bush. It is almost dark by now so I get back on my bike and in my head, decide to never speak of this again.

The Becoming

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:53

I walk into the thrift store where I work. I had never seen anything like it especially in this shop I have been working here for 3 months but it is an amazing shiny locket but when I tried to open it  I saw a bright shining stone but I had no idea what it was or if it meant something. I put it in my pocket and when I was done working I brought it home and searched “Old ancient jewelry with purple stones” This is the picture I saw. This is the same necklace that I was holding and under the picture it said “Cursed with the powers of the dark angels spirits”

I was kinda worried but then again what could happen so I put it on a went to sleep. When I got up it was gone I thought that someone had stolen it when I was asleep but I hadn’t heard any noise. I didn’t have any pets and no windows or doors were open. I thought that it had just fallen off so I look around and I found it on my counter next to my laptop. I put it on and remembered that I had no work today. So I went for a walk around town, I visited a few jewelry stores that I knew about but I found nothing on the stone or the culture it came from. I considered that the stone really was cursed so I did some research and found that the spirits of the dark angels escape into mortal bodies when the bodies are at rest. So at night I started locking the necklace in a box from the fear of becoming one of them. One night I fell asleep without locking up the necklace and I woke up looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were purple as the amethyst in the necklace and that the necklace was broken open on the counter where I had found it a few nights ago. I was one of the Spirits.


I Just Knew That Ball Was Life

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:53

I just knew that ball was life. Considering that my first word ever was 'ball', I believe that ball is truly life. The baby picture I sent in for my 8th grade yearbook is of me holding a basketball. Basketball has taken over my life. It is fun but, not easy. You have to work hard to get a future in the game of basketball. I work hard every time I'm on the court so I can get better every day.


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:53

The world peeled away, like another list of paper. The sirens blasted my ears, I felt hazy. I couldn't move, I couldn't control my body. I felt the wind blast my face,  was I outside, but I was just getting some paperwork, then... I grimaced as a strong gust of wind stung my eyes. I ran, I kept on running, even though I didn't want to... I felt my ankle twist with a crack, then I went into the pavement. The world shifted as I tried to inhale the tiniest bit of air. I gasped, maybe for the last time, they would find me. I was gone.  My eyes shot open, crickets chirping. The buzz in the air, but the frost was unbearable. The darkness encasing me. I felt my fingers turn to ice,  as I coughed, red. Red? No. No I couldn't have. I felt the rough pavement under my hands, I pushed. I stood up, and I staggered to my house, a house. I tried to open the door, it didn't budge. i kept pushing , the door came down. I heard the glass break, and flood the my ears with a crack, like, a gunshot, or a bone breaking... while somebody smiled, who? I grabbed, my chest, red, so much red. Red everywhere, on my close hand there was red everywhere! I saw blood it was blood, but, it was not mine. A petrified  woman, holding her child, a little girl. A black mass, a nightmare. It was smiling down, weapon in hand, a smile, that, was all to familiar. I couldn't stand, I was hacking up more, blood... I closed my eyes my vision falling, crashing, shattering before me. Then all I saw was the woman and her child. No, no, NO! I didn't see the woman and child, all I saw was what remained, a freeze frame in time, so much, blood. I looked up, I saw nothing but that MONSTER, THAT NIGHTMARE... It's creepy smile, the unnerving eyes, it was happy, it was insane. But WHY was it SO familiar, I looked it straight into it's eyes, but, I was just looking back at me.

the bride jumpers

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:53

“Ding dong” the doorbell rang. “Ding dong” it kept ringing until someone answered the door. Finally getting up from doing homework, I answered the door.

“Hi,  Is this Reese and joe's house?” the lady asked in a worried way.

Malakai and Matai were my little twin brothers who were the biggest troublemakers anyone could possibly think of so I could sense they were in some sort of trouble.

“Are your parents home? ”she asked. “I wanted to let you know that they are bridge jumping at the end of the neighborhood and it looks very dangerous since it’s under construction and I'm worried they'll get hurt,” she expressed.

At the end of the neighborhood, we had a bride that and I know they aren't allowed to bridge jump so, I got my parents. We waited outside until my brothers arrived home. My brothers ended up coming home with a group of friends so my parents waited for the kids to leave before they confronted my brothers. That's when it got interesting.

“Hey boys, where have you been?”  my mother asked, even tho she already had known where they had been.

“We were riding back from the park,” Reese said. That was lie number one. Forgetting he was completely soaked, kind of gave it away that he was lying. 

“Why are you so wet then?” mom asked.

“It started raining on our way back,” Joe claimed. That was lie number 2.

We all knew they were lying because of what our neighbor told us, plus it wasn't even raining.  They were caught in the act and didn't know it.

“You’re both grounded.” my parents said.

In an angry tone, they sent my brothers to their rooms while they thought of a punishment. My brothers ended up in big trouble, and as a punishment, they got to do my chores. They were very angry at my parent's of course, they didn't understand why they were in trouble. My parents were the villains of course in their minds. A week went by, their punishment was up, they were right back to causing trouble. 

Bullying at its Finest

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:53


Ever since a girl, I found it hard to impress people. Being in the center of attention is what I crave, what I look for. I found it easier to hurt people by doing that. Being big, strong, and tough is what I want to be. That's why I started to bully. Having people around me be scared is what I want because it shows who is on top. Now I can't stop, even though I want to. 

I was eleven when I really started being mean. The basic cheesy bullying was old fun for me and I wanted something more. I wanted something that could really be fun to do. Having drama was one way of doing that. I loved stirring up drama or creating a mean phrase that soon the whole school could hear. That way no teachers could catch me and I could have fun. 

Kaeli Sitcom was one of the girls I absolutely hated. Her voice just agitated me in a way I couldn't understand. Although she was one of the nicest kids in the school she always seemed annoyed at me. I started some basic drama about how she sent inappropriate pictures and how she cheated on her boyfriend and the story seemed to catch on. Eventually, she switched schools but the story still stayed. It wasn't my fault that she left, the whole thing got to her head. Let's just say I wouldn't be surprised to see her in a mental hospital in a few months. 

Story after story, drama after drama caught on until there wasn't much left to do. Everyone got picked on and everyone became bullies. It was like I created a whole society just by starting a story. Although that got to my head just like Kaeli. After a while, some rumors of me being relatively nice started showing up. My reputation was ruined! I couldn't stand it. I could not fight back so what was I gonna do! 

Then I realized that it wasn't about what people thought of you. So what if people taught if you were weak. It didn't matter. Eventually, I realized that it became old news and old fun. That's why I quit bullying because it was old new. 

New baby

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:53

             Hello new baby,

             Today I must tell a few things about life you might not like it but these are the facts and you have to learn so you don't get hurt in the future. First things first you will always have support and you will be given endless amounts of love this comes from your family, it might be a loud and crazy family but you will never want another family. In this family nobody gets left behind, we are always there for each other through the amazing times and through the tough times. Even if you manage to do something wrong they will always love you and they will try to help you figure out what you need to do to get through it, and you will also have endless amount of support wherever you go, whether it's looking for a college or trying to get a job, or trying to buy a house of your very own, somebody will always be there for you.

     Secondly, try not to anything stupid don't go out drinking when you're underage, always wear a seatbelt because that can determine life and death. Don't go out and party on school nights even though all your friends are you need to study so you can get a really great job and buy your own house, you are allowed to party on weekends just within the limits your family sets. Don't give your mother a lot of attitude, she brought you into this world she can take you out of it, if she is telling you to get off your phone and socialize with other people don't be rude just get off your phone and socialize with other people. Don't be a bully at school, if you're having a bad day don't go and tear somebody else down just to make yourself happy go and talk to a family member. If you wouldn't want anybody saying things like that to you don't say it to them.

      Thirdly, just be careful with your choices your life could end in an instant, or one of your family members life could end at any moment. Live life to the fullest but follow your mother's rules. Your choices determine your future and if you want your future to be happy and good then listen to the rules but still be happy. But if you want your life to be terrible and saddening then go ahead don't listen to anything I just said and go be reckless. But whatever you do enjoy your life.

                                                                                Love your sister

Ding Dong Ditch

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:53

       One for the memory books. Every Thanksgiving for a tradition we have an annual knee hockey game Parents vs Kids. This might have been the most outrageous game yet. Us being kids would pretend this was the biggest game of our lives. My family got to my cousin's house and we did what we usually do, sit around the counter and talk. The kids would always get bored after like 10 minutes. After a little bit of sitting around the counter and being bored me, my brother, and my two cousins went downstairs. We grabbed sticks and started to shoot on the net.


“ Alright guys we need to figure out who’s playing goalie we need two people and we need to figure out our starting lineup.” said my cousin Thomas


I volunteered to be goalie which I really didn’t want to do but I kind of had to because no one else was volunteering. I would play goalie for 1 and half periods and then my brother would do the other 1 and a half periods We had a very organized practice and got ready for the annual knee hockey game.Then dinner came we hurried and shoveled everything. We tried to rush our parents but it didn't work. It was like try to rush a slug to get somewhere fast.  Except the parents would always take much longer than us. The kids went down to the basement and set it up and got prepared. The parents came down everyone got into their sports where they always sit. My dad was the ref but whenever we played this game he would sit in a chair and fall asleep. The game started and just to let you know one of my uncle Ange is playing goalie with a broken leg. We started the game and everyone was having fun until I got into the game and I got the puck and went down the basement. I shot the puck and once I shot the puck I hear a screaming ouch hh hh.  I looked up and my stick was in between my uncle ted’s  legs. The laughter broke out and I felt so bad. After this, my uncle kind of had a chip on his shoulder. About 5 minutes after that whole incident my mom tries to get the puck from my cousin Will and when she does her stick comes up and hits my cousin in his nose.

“ Oh my god I am so sorry!” yelled my mom


His nose starts bleeding instantly. It was like a river of blood coming out of his nose.My mom felt extremely bad but Will thought it was really funny.  The game had 2 minutes left and the parents had the puck and my uncle got it and went through everyone. Then my uncle shot the puck and it went in my uncle jumped in celebration. He didn’t realize his stick was up and that it went through the ceiling tile.

“OH MY GOD” my uncle Ted yelled

“ Don’t worry about it that always happens.” said my other uncle


But we didn't realize the title snapped in half and that we couldn’t put it back into place. This has been a joke every time we get together. The game went on and near the end of the game it was 5-5 and then my brother shot the puck and the puck tiptoed into the net.


Ice cream man

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:52

One night, I had my two bst friends over. We decided that we wanted to watch something scary. I found a video on YouTube that was said to be "the scariest ice cream commercial ever", so I clicked on it. It started out silent with a man covered in ice cream with a spoon in his hand. He reached up to his head with the spoon and scooped up a chunk of ice cream off his head as the narrator said in a plain voice, "I eat Little Baby's Ice cream" *the ice cream man widens his eyes* 

Narrator- "It keeps me yum!" 

Ice cream man- *eats the ice cream from his spoon*

At this point, my friend was terrified at how large the "ice cream man's" eyes were and how he was basically eating himself.

Narrator- "When you eat little baby's Ice Cream, You'll wink and nod!" 

Ice cream man- *continues eating ice cream off his head".

my friend hid behind me and whispered "Ice Cream Man"...


The Woods

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:52

I finished pooring my bowl of cereal and went to my couch. I live alone in the middle of the woods, it gets lonely sometimes.... ok, all the time. turning on the TV i took a spoon full of cereal. I look ouside my window seeing red and blue lights and I rise an eyebrow confused. The sound of a police siren catches my attention. 'what?' i think to myself. they must be comming for me, i mean i live alone and there is NOBODY else around. did i do something wrong? am i going to get arrested? No, no no no, i cant get arrested. i put down my bowl onto the coffee table and i put my jacket on. i cant face the cops, im to much of a wimp. I'll studder, I'll panic, I'ts just going to go all wrong. Going out the back door i start to run into the woods, the large, dark, quiet, patch of woods.     #VTwrites17

Ballet Shoes

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:52

Winter of 1700, Poland

An aging pair of ballet shoes lay on the shelf,
Of course they could fit no one else.
There they laid day after day,
until a young dancer took them away.

With her new shoes, she danced in the city square outisde,
However she found her energy would not subside,
She found that she needed to rest,
however she could only relax at best.

"Help me!" the young dancer cried in dismay,
but those watching had already ran away,
no one stepped in for they were afraid,
becuse this was the beginning of the dancing plague.

A blacksmith who was passing was admiring her skill,
He approached her and suddenly felt a chill,
he too began too dance the ballet,
for he had caught the dancing plague.

Exited and unaware of the dancers's state,
the local school children joined them to play,
They ignored their parents say,
and of course had caught the dancing plague.

The whole of Warsaw was moving thier feet,
and the dancers's feet had began to bleed,
Even those bedridden woke up from their sleep,
No one was able overcome their defeat.

The mysterious spell forced movement into those effected,
its souce undetected,
and as the light of day slowly trickled into night,
victims found no cure that would suffice.

For days the city was filled with dance,
the exausted public seemed to fall into a trance.
One by one the dancers dropped,
and dancing plague had ceased...only in Warsaw.



Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:52

Why do people always say I'm the bad guy? Just because  I tell people the hard truth doesn't always mean Iḿ the bad person. Some people just can´t handle it. My therapist tells me I do this because I don have a filter. My friends think that me not having a filter is pretty funny and so do I. I'm pretty sure it all started in kindergarten. 

Kindergarten 2007;  

"You smell like poop!" I said to Devin.

Devin always came into class with the same blue shirt and black pants every day. I knew it was the same outfit because he had a chocolate stain on his right t-shirt sleeve. He wasn't poor or anything. I mean his mom pulled up in a jeep every day with her designer sunglasses and clothes to pick him up. I think he just liked the shirt. But this leads him to smell more horrific than 1,000,000 horse craps at a farm. The comment I made to him on that day made the rest of the class erupt in laughter. I've never had anyone laugh at my jokes until now. Making other people feel bad, gets laughs. And I love to make people laugh. 



Don't Throw your Phone

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:52

 Sometimes I feel like throwing my smartphone as far as I can because I get mad at it. I don't throw my smartphone because I know I would regret throwing it. I might regret throwing it because it might break and if there was a emergency I would not be #VTwrites17

i just knew ti

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:51

i just knew it my dad is bying a car for me 16th brthday sowen i get home i will be suprised we i open the dore i get tho the dor step the lits are not on i go in and i see my dad with the kees in his haned and i go over to him and i say are thos for me and he ses yes. So me and then we go for a ried. My dad asks me if i liked the car and i say yes and he ses yes


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:51

Snowmobleing is  fun because you can go on trails you could ride in feallds. Snowmashin is alot of fun but if you do not be safe you could get really hurt and end up in a docters office. some people are like speed demons some time I'm a speed demon put not all the time. I like to snowmolbleing with my firends on weekins it is alot of fun. Alot of people like to ride there snowmoblind to manie. #VTWrites17

Harley Quinn

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:51

“I guess I wasn’t always a bad girl but once I met the Joker things
went downhill for me. We robbed banks, we broke into houses, and we
killed people that got in our way. I am not proud of who I am or what I do I
just feel free when I’m with Joker. I used to be a mama’s girl I would always
be all smiles and Joker changed all that.”

“Do I ever regret meeting Joker, yes but it’s too late to change now if
I could I would but I can’t, I’ve been this way for too long. I used to love my
cat Prickles but when I met Joker he made me kill him to get the feel of

jacks robbery

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:51

One day Jack woke up and he made coffee and then he heard a knocking at the door he opened the door and there was a guy with a breifcase and a black coat and he said "lets get this over with" and then he stepped into jack's house and he sat down at the table and then the mysteryous gy took off his hat and sunnglasses and said "i am here to tell you that you have been robbed" and jack said "do you mean my store" and mysteryous guy said "yes your store and we are trying very hard to find th coulprite" and then just got up and left and jack just stood there in tiredness and just shook his head and thought it was a dream so he went back to bed.He thought it was a dream but it wasnt he went back to the store and to find out it had been robbed 


#Worst Day Ever

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:51

My name is Elizabeth Johnson and one year ago on my birthday, I got what every teenager hopes for. My own smartphone.  I thought it was the best thing on earth. Until yesterday the worst day in the history of bad days, and this is how it went down. My best friend posted a terriable picture of me on her instagram and everyone, EVERYONE in the whole school saw it. I was extreamly mad at her. I couldnt even look at her or my phone so, I threw it as far as I could acrossed my bedroom 


all about bees

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:51

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. 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 race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

Dirt biking

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:50

I was riding my dirt bike and i was going into a wheelie and i fell and almost hit the tractor and hit my knee off of a rock and picked my dirt bike back up to see a drops of gas and another day caden graham and i went dirt biking well me and caden went dirt biking and graham was riding a four wheeler and me and caden had no kick start because they broke off and caden stalled his dirt bike in the woods and had about no places to started so we tried and tried for somthing like 14 muinuts and we finally got it to start then caden graham and i went riding on some trails andwe went back to my house and i was practicing wheelies and graham and caden kept going up and down my drive way and then we went to my field well one of them and I hit jumps and i dont remember if caden tried to or not but im pretty sure graham did.#vtwrites 17

Larry Bob The Narwhale

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:50

Larry Bob the narwhale woke to the sound of screaming. He looked out the window in his iceberg, just in time to see the orca tribe attaking the village. He sighed. "Don't they ever learn?" he wondered. To he swam out and started to chase away the orcas.

To give you a little back story on Larry Bob, he was a two tusked narwhale, and he had beaten the entire tribe of orcas last year. They attaked many times after that, so they could get revenge. They never stoped trying to defeat him. 


I knew I just knew

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:50

I just knew what was going to happen but know one else knew what what was going to happen.........My sisters was being born and her name was going to be Magic. Magic was a odd name for a baby and like I said I just knew. So a few years later Magic was five years old and the one thing that nobody knew about Magic is that she was magic she could make her stuffed animales talk...........One day I got home and there was no there only me and Magic. So she tought me what she could do. She could to a lot of things like she could make things talk and move. It was scary at first then it was really cool. I knew that she was different. I just knew.    #VTwrites17


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:50

Why do people want to get rid of wolves so much? Wolves numbers are really low anyway. I don't think you should need a speacial licence to own a wolf hybrid because all people do when they kill them is take their fur. So what I thnk should happen is if you have land in the country you should be allowed to own a wolf hybrid, but if you don't then you shoudn't be owning a wolf hybrid. #vtwrites17


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:48

Yes, I do feel like throwing my smartphone sometimes because I did it yesterday. I was playing a game of pool on my phone, And I got so mad that I threw it at the wall.

A Sunny Day on the Front Lines

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:48

The siren sounds, everybody looks up at the sky to see smoke coming from a trail of humvees. The screech of mortars hang in the air. Everything goes up in flames. Men grab their weapons and women and children hide away in the clay houses. Some of the younger men open up the gates for the humvees. People badly injured are carried into a pop up tent with a big red cross on it. An American flag swurves in the hot and heavy wind, and the machine guns opens up on the terrorists that everybody knows.


“Just another sunny day on the front lines.” I say to myself.