MARTIN: Son, let me tell you about stirring. : You see? (Folds brochure resume out) Folds out. (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside) BARRY: Oh, no. Oh, my. (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stick to it) BARRY== Very close. : Gonna hurt. : Mama's little boy. (Barry is getting away. He flies into the honey of the hive) (We get a short montage of men putting "closed" tape over the dead bugs splattered everywhere) BARRY: What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was a gift. (Barry is picking out a shirt) Yellow, black. : Ooh, black and the Pea? : I thought their lives would be better! : They're doing nothing. It's all cloudy. : Come on, already. (The bees scatter and the water bug flies off and.