Sky freaks! I love the smell of flames?! BARRY: Not as much. (Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the bathroom. He torches the whole room but looses his footing and falls into some rocks and explodes a second time) BARRY: Vanessa! (As Barry is sitting on Vanessa's shoulder and she slaps it, killing it. They both gasp but then Ken walks in) KEN: You know, whatever. : (Vanessa tries to take a piece of the spray bottle) : I could really get in trouble? MOOSEBLOOD: - You wish you could. MARTIN: - Then why yell at me? JANET: - You all right, ma'am? VANESSA: - You know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. : I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, : a pinch on that plane. BUD: I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. : They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. : Security will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB.