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 dont care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Lets shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I cant. Ill pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. Im excited. Heres the graduate. Were very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all Bs. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! Thats me! - Wave to us! Well be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel?