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!

hank must be in a lot of pain

ill never be a sound cloud rapper if i don't buy this

the first flash game

this may seem random for me to say but if you want to hear some deep shit talk to me

I remember waiting for the teacher to walk away so i could play this game in the computer lab. One kid snitched on me so i smacked the F*** out of him, he never squealed again. now a teen and a genius i looked back and showed zero remorse for what happened, its not like we were doing anything important, we just played some boring earth day game that ran at the speed of a fart. loved all your work too, good art representing a legendary game that paved the path for thousands of creators.

You see, due to my tuberculosis I'm unable to throw rock into a kumquat farm to pay my respects to harambe and as a result I must eat bologna for three years seven day and 22 hours so that I can train for my next gun eating contest in Hungary but last week it was sadly shut down because my uncle farted on my uncles brothers cousins car and because of that I'm now charged with 115 counts of grand larceny and I cannot leave until I'm able to play McDonald on a bag pipe using my butthole yet I can play despacito on my stolen hot wheels Macintosh but my toe has a fungus so I will not be able to mow the driveway yet I can eat hamburgers for 3.99 cents and 5 years old car sniffing and from my calculation I will be able to steal the 1970's limited edition mickey mouse lunchbox I lost after punching a chandelier in the middle of a JC Penny on a teusday morning but luckily I was able to afford enough bananas to sel to joe biden so that i can finally eat carrots on Wednesday but I sniff shaquel o'neals farts and I died from ligma.

five years at federal prison in Siberia. my cousin played that game

i ate a slice of bacon the cried because my great uncle is an eye drop container and as a result i have turned into a shampoo bottle due to my ever growing collection of cheese wheels i have illegally bought from Barcelonia because my best friends uncles doctors roommate has diabetes and as a result i can not use vending machines in the southernmost prefecture of japan along with my many charges of public breathing on cars, i am now sentenced to three years in a Latvian prison where i must brush depressed toddlers teeth every week on a train to china.