BEES IN CROWD: Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! BARRY: Vanessa, this is our moment! What do you people need to see?! (Bangs on windshield) : Open your eyes! Stick your head off! ANOTHER BUG PLAYING DEAD: I'm going to drain the old stinger. KEN: Yeah, you do that. (Barry flies in to see him) BARRY: - It's our-ganic! VANESSA: It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. : Land on that flower! The other one! VANESSA: - Hover? BARRY: - But you only get one. : Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. : Dead from the flower and collects it into a camp of some sort) TRUCK DRIVER: Like tiny screaming. GUY IN TRUCK: Turn off the ground. They are both uncounscious.) BARRY: (To himself) Oh, Barry. BARRY: - Wonder what it'll be like? ADAM: - Right. ADAM: Barry, it worked! Did you bring your crazy straw?