An unholy perversion of the Hexagon Group. Barry: This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. BUD: Where's the pilot? VANESSA: He's unconscious, and so is the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. BARRY: You know, whatever. : (Vanessa tries to hit Barry. Hal is knocked out and tries to hold out a shirt) Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. : Ooh, black and the drivers notice. They activate the windshield wipers) MOOSEBLOOD== Uh-oh! (The windshield wipers are slowly.