Stellar! Wow! Couple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. Two left! One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal. We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.
We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. You can't just decide to be a Pollen Jock. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. They know what it's like outside the hive. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. Now we only have to make one decision in life. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. So you'll just work us to death? We'll surely try. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. Can anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. What does that do? - Patches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. What do you think he makes? - Not enough. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. 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 begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. 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. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. And begin your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard it's just orientation. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of.9:15. Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. I love incorporating an amusement park into our day. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. Are you going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. Three days of grade school, three days of high school. Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam.
Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can you believe this is happening? - I can't. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.