Man i remember when i used to be like you: sad, pathetic, and lonely. you seriously need to stop playing games and start doing life. i go to parties every night, and everytime i go to a party i always leave with a different girl, i can get all the ladies while YOU are just sitting your lonely A$$ over there, as matter of fact i'm literally having to wear diapers right now just to prevent myself from completely $hitting all over you.... oh? what's that? My Deepest apologies, But the nerve receptors in the auditory center of my brain couldn't comprehend what you were trying to communicate to me due to the fact that I have the Apple® Airpods™ from 2016 blocking any flow of sound waves from outside my ear from getting in. stop focusing on little games, its sad.

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.


Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


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


Barry! Breakfast is ready!


Ooming!


Hang on a second.


Hello?


- Barry?
- Adam?


- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.


Looking sharp.


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


Sorry. I'm excited.


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.
- Ow! That's me!


- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!


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


- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.


- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.


Never thought I'd make it.


Three days grade school,
three days high school.


Those were awkward.


Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


You did come back different.


- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.


- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.


Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.


Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.


I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.


I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.

That's why we don't need vacations.


Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.


- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!


- Bee-men.
- Amen!


Hallelujah!


Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...


...9:15.


That concludes our ceremonies.


And begins your career
at Honex Industries!


Will we pick ourjob today?


I heard it's just orientation.


Heads up! Here we go.


Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.


- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.


Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco


and a part of the Hexagon Group.


This is it!


Wow.


Wow.


We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life


to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


Our top-secret formula


is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


into this soothing sweet syrup


with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...


Honey!


- That girl was hot.
- She's my cousin!


- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.


- Right. You're right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive


to improve every aspect
of bee existence.


These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.


- What do you think he makes?
- Not enough.


Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.


- What does that do?
- Oatches that little strand of honey


that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.


Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know


that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.


But choose carefully

Run up on a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ busta
Kill 'em like I'm body lovin'
Grabbin' the shovel wrap him in bubbles
Schizophrenic lunatic
Cold hearted ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Run your mouth ♥♥♥♥♥ run your mouth
All these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rappers front
Talking ♥♥♥♥ behind your back
They shake your hand then hit the blunt
You see the difference with me
I grew up with the G's in the west bank streets
Running drugs up on my bike when I was just Thirteen
Every day another fight but I was scared to bleed
You beat my ass you better kill me I'll return with the fleet
Cut em gun em down and nothing beat the case in a week
If nobody do no snitching they ain't got ♥♥♥♥ on me
Walking free, why you dead covered up in a sheet
♥♥♥♥♥