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The laws of aviation

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible.

The morning routine

Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little.

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Coming! Hang on a second.

Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.

Graduation day

Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

You got lint on your fuzz.

Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

The fateful encounter

You know, I’ve got about one more night of pollination work left in me. But I want you to know that the last thing I want to do is hurt you.

Ya like jazz?

The trial

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us.

Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-capture Hollywood wizardry?

They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids!

One more thing

Bees are pretty cool. Here’s a fun fact: