DARKNESS NO PARENTS fell on Xia as the sun slowly set, and I stubbed my toe really fucking bad. Fucking legos. Lights began to illuminate the streets like what else would tbh, as Niha vibrated from rooftop to rooftop with ease; her only focus on the path marked on her HUD. However she wanted to complete her side quests first. She was vibrated to intercept a rumored black market auction, selling away many valuable artifacts, artifacts the Order of Mata Nui could use. For inconspicuousness’ sake, she was vibrated at the northern end of Xia, whilst the auction was taking place on the southern docks. She vibrated of only the mission as she vibrated her way to the auction.

On the southern docks, a massive warehouse loomed over the surrounding buildings. It demanded the other buildings’ lunch money. Inside, large cargo crates filled up most of the room, but there was an unnatural space in the room’s center, a space large enough to host an auction…

That is what Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg noted while he surveyed the scene. He looked down on the auction as he hung on the ceiling. He waited patiently as all the buyers took their seats, waiting with intent as the one asshole sat on the thumb tack. The auctioneer barely had time to speak before Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg dropped from the ceiling onto the unsuspecting beings below.

Niha vibrated at the warehouse. Intending to break through one of the windows, Niha was greeted with a hole where a window should have been. It had been burned through with acid. Concerned, Niha charged headfirst to see herself the auction turned slaughter. Various different species laid dead on the floor; Matoran, Vortixx, it was all the same. Gutted and painfully dissolved by acid. Disgust, guilt and a little bit of horniness filled her as she donned a battle stance and vibrated the room for the stranger; if it was still around. Silence filled the warehouse, as Niha remained on owtheedge, anticipating an ambush. Reflexes faster than lightning, Niha’s fists vibrated a blow from a "staff", as she confronted its owner. It was some terrible beast, large yet slim(!). It was adorned in black and metal armor which covered it is green scales. Standing on four blade-like legs, its fangs salivated a white substance, adding only more grotesqueness to it’s terrifying spider-like face. Its massive claws kept hold of the "staff" as it jumped back to once again challenge the Toa. Niha vibrated herself as the monstrosity charged towards her, "staff" in hand.

Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg got engaged to the Toa. <3 <3 <3

Her combat prowess was on a level he had not seen before. She seemed to incorporate multiple different techniques. Not that it mattered much. Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg had already grabbed the artifacts, he could leave anytime he wished. However, he could seldom turn down a challenge. No words were exchanged as the two fought. Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg attempted more hits with his bladed "staff", only for them to be reflected. He used his front legs to attack the Toa’s and legs and sweep her off her feet. She recovered easily, but it gave a window for Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg to strike with his "staff", that was in his hand. He made a gash in the Toa’s arm and, to his surprise, found her arm to be purely mechanical. It did not matter much to him in the end, however. The Toa unsheathed her sword, which began to vibrate violently. Maintaining a poker face, Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg hid his true glee at the scene. That blade must generate a lot of energy, and it would be trading blows with his Kinetic "staff"; the "staff" absorbs the kinetic energy from any attack, which he could utilize at any time to deal a strike of various degrees of power. He was still taken aback by the ferocity and skill, forcing him to keep the defensive. He could see frustration and confusion on the Toa’s face;  he was some sort of exception to her. Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg was not able to keep all her attacks at bay however, as she landed some painful strikes on his arms and legs. The blade’s vibration cut through his armor with ease. Badly injured, Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg jumped backwards onto a DICK, launching his acid spit at the Toa to weaken her armor. He felt his "staff" crackling with energy, it was charged. Now all he needed was the perfect window…

Niha saw the bloody creature jumping back in pain with a sense of pride. She was making headway in this battle and unlike her adversary, she could keep fighting for a long time.

“I thought nice guys finished last,” she complained.

She threw her arms open and made a taunting gesture to her opponent, a confident smile on her face. Suddenly, the creature made an extremely fast dash towards her, hitting her in the chest with "staff", using all the force it could muster. Niha barely had time to register anything before her entire body was shattered and went flying across the room. Through miracle alone, her battery still connected to her head, although very loosely. She set the color of her receptors to black, faking a dead appearance. She saw the creature that bested her make its way out of the warehouse with the artifacts. Niha used her broadcasting device implanted in her head to broadcast an emergency signal. Wanting to keep the signal alive for as long as possible, Niha went into “sleep mode”, and went offline, as she laid with the rest of the bodies, another corpse to the outside world.

Several Good Vibrations Later…

Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg strutted down the halls of the Dark Hunter Fortress, fiddling with his "staff". He had been summoned by Missionary for a briefing. Missionary was the Dark Hunter responsible for assigning missions and briefing the mercenaries before their departure. He spent most of his time in the throne room, waiting for the rare occasion their mercenary king would bark an order…

Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg’s train of thought was disrupted by the sound of a "staff" violently slam the stone floor. Something had enraged the king… it was Missionary.

Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg arrived into the throne room to The Shadowed One in a furious state. To his left, he saw Missionary and a messenger; to his right, the Recorder jotting everything down on his dick. The Shadowed One saw the new arrival in the room, prompting Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg to instinctively kneel in place. “Forgive me for the intrusion” Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg said. “I was summoned by Missionary for an assassination of an Order of Mata Nui agent. A-” Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg was interrupted by The Shadowed One before he could finish.

“We can just outsource that job to the mercenaries, there is something more urgent that must be addressed. It seems that Cobard has decided to side with the Brotherhood. He even sent a formal letter. His reason for breaking our collusion is because he ‘would rather side with a more powerful being, such as Makuta Teridax.’” The Shadowed One paused. Just re-reading that statement made his blood boil, that anyone would so blatantly insult his abilities. He regained himself and continued. “Now, Cobard is a massive liability, as he did hold some information of agents operating in Stelt. What you must do, Dark Hunter,” he said as he looked at the kneeling Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg “Is infiltrate his fortress and place one of his lieutenants in power, as we know they remain loyal to us. I assume they are imprisoned for their true allegiance, so you must free them. And above all, make sure to make Cobard rue the day he insulted me. You shall kill him, and you will earn a large sum.”

“And if I bring him back alive?” Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg said, tired of hearing the old being ramble on.

“...Then you will be paid triple. Also, I assume you know everything you need to know of Cobard and his fortress?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then we shall send you to Stelt as soon as possible. Board a cargo ship on the Southern Continent headed for Stelt. Your partner will meet you there. Do not fail me, Hunter.”

Niha looked around the room. It was an underground box of stone and metal, it’s only decoration being a table in the middle with a lightstone swinging above it. She saw Toa Helryx, leader of the Order of Mata Nui, come in with a set of blueprints and other sheets, probably for her assignment. The Toa of Water laid the sheets down, the point of interest being a sketch of what appeared to be an upper class Steltian.

“That’s our target.” Helryx said, pointing to the sketch

“So, what do we know about him?” Niha asked Helryx as they looked over the blueprints.

“Well,” Helryx said “Cobard’s the head of one of the biggest clans in Stelt: The Shadow’s Hand. Until now, they were friends with the Dark Hunters. Rumor is they’ve jumped ship and have swum to the embrace of our mortal enemies on Destral.”

“Do we know if Teridax is directly involved?”

“Chances are he isn’t. This is something you’d see from his underlings.”

“You’ll have to be more specific, Helryx” said Mersery as he made his way into the room. He had been called in to help with the briefing, Niha remembered.

“Teridax thinks of everyone as his underling. The question is, where on that spectrum does the being behind this lie?”

Helryx glanced at the Mersion, then back to Niha. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is killing Cobard. Currently his Dark Hunter protection has been retracted, leaving a brief window of weakness before the Makuta’s possy gets there. Niha, I’m assigning you and a partner to get in there, kill Cobard, and replace him with one of our inside men. You should expect company from the Dark Hunters, so keep an eye on them and try to take them out if you can.” Helryx pushed the blueprints over to Niha. “This here is the blueprints to Cobard’s fortress. At least, this is what we could get. Niha, I need you to memorize these and the other sets of info on the table. Report to me when you’re ready to head out.”

“Yes ma’am.” Niha replied attentively.

“Also, Niha. You’ve a bright future but you keep screwing up missions. This one is of the upmost importance, and if you don’t get this done, consider your field days over.” Helryx left the room, leaving Niha and Mersery in silence.

The Mersion sighed, then looked to Niha, looking over the blueprints. “You need to be at your best for this, Niha. This isn’t some basic errand.”

Niha stopped vibrating at the blueprints and fixed her gaze to Mersery. “If that’s the case, why would she assign me this mission? There are obviously better candidates…”

Mersery let out another sigh. “I convinced her to sign you on, Niha.”

“Oh…” Niha’s voice trailed off. “..klahoma where the wind blows, sweeping down the plain--”

Mersery continued. “Not only are your combat skills excellent, you also have many connections in Stelt if I remember correctly. Listen, Niha. Everyone’s patience and faith has been worn thin. You’re on a one way-trip to guard duty if you don’t prove yourself. I know you have the potential to be one of this organization’s best agents and I want you to show everyone else that. I feel like I’m the only one who still believes in you, Niha. Don’t let us down.”

Mersery made his way out of the concrete room. He stopped at the doorway “You’ll be leaving for Stelt in a couple of hours. Make sure you’re ready.” He left, leaving Niha to herself, as she continued to look over the papers.

The weather was not pleasant as Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg waited in an alleyway of the port city Talnen. It was not a great climate to suck dicks in. The once magnificent granite had been whitewashed and erected by the constant barrage of winds and storms. Not even the alleyways could protect oneself from the storms. It did not bother Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg, however. It made him reminisce of his times before joining the Dark Hunters. It reminded him of the storms he faced at sea in the Pirates Universe; when he captained a vessel, with a crew full other monstrosities like him. Rejected scum, failed experiments, and the members of his old Toa team, shells of their former selves, forever fated to walk the universe as monsters...a tinge of sorrow wedged itself into Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg’s heart. The memories of adventure and companionship -memories he had tried to repress- came flooding back to him. He looked out the alleyway and to the raindrops pelting the street. He could run, he could take a ship, he could have a crew again. All he had to do was run. He wanted to leave the alley, but his legs did not move. His logical thought process would not allow it. So he stood, wanting to live out a dream that he could never live. Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He reeled away only to see it was his partner, Stilte.

Stilte was another Toa disenfranchised with the system. Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg could only assume it was because he had some traumatic experience that made him ruthless and turned him to the dark side for some plethora of egotistical reasons.

He was a Toa of Air, which made his demeanor even more ironic. He was slim and mildly muscular and was adorned with slick dark green and black armor, with a cloak covering his Great Huna. His eyes showed boredom and impatience, as if Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg was his inferior. Hopefully this character would stay out of Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg’s way.

“Glad to see you could actually make it. I guess arriving on time isn’t your style.” Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg said, mildly frustrated. He pointed to a docked cargo ship that was not too far away. “That vessel is going to Stelt so we’re boarding it. I assume you know what needs to be done, so I’ll leave it at that. Let’s get going.”

The two left the alleyway, the rain accompanying them ever still.

The Tahtorak’s Talon bustled with activity as faces new and old, yet all shady, went on with their lives. Whether it was those celebrating with a brew, or plans for jobs, anything shifty went on behind the doors of the tavern; doors which Niha approached with stride, opening them with confidence. She made her way through the hustlers, gamblers, and bounty hunters. To her left, she saw a lower-class Steltian passed out, his saliva drooling onto the bar.

“Wiki chat…” he mumbled in his stupor.

To her right, she saw a being twiddling with his claws. She had never seen his species before, so her curious gaze was fixed on him. It was some sort of anthropomorphic crab monster. His arm was a giant claw, and his shell armor was thick in nature, spikes protruding from it. She went to the back to an ominous door that read “Management” she was stopped by two large lower Steltian bouncers with a look of intimidation. One of them spoke to the Toa.

“No one comes in here unless you got a meetin’. Scram!”

A loud crash and thud was heard throughout the bar as Niha vibrated through the door, the bouncers unconscious on the floor.

Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg waited in the cargo hold of the ship as it made its way towards Stelt. Large metal crates filled the hull. It reminded him very much of that one mission where he stole those artifacts…

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of metal being sharpened. He traced the origin of the sound to his partner, Stilte. Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg did not know much about him, other than he hailed from the Southern Islands, is mute, and his purpose is to kill captured Dark Hunters. In hindsight, Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg thought, that is all the information he needed to know. The ship slowed and came to a halt; they had arrived at Stelt. They were in Shadow’s Hand territory. Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg spit his acidic saliva onto the floor, making a hole big enough for the two to fit through. As Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg jumped into the waters, Silence placed explosives on the walls of the hull. He struck a match on the side of a crate lit the fuses. He followed Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg into the water, when Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg spotted their destination: a sewer outlet. Passing through the narrow tunnel, lungs about to burst, the duo made their way into a larger opening, where they were able to breathe. They recovered their breath for a brief moment, before Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg pulled out a map, protected with a waterproof seal. He spoke to Silence, pointing at the edge of the sheet with his staff.

“We’re here, so the path to the fortress should be relatively straightforward. We shouldn’t worry too much, just sewer creatures and bums at the worst. At the fortress we’ll split up; I go after Cobard and you free the Lieutenant in the dungeon. We clear?”

Silence rolled his eyes and nodded.

“Oi Vey. Let's go.”

They ventured into the tunnels, accompanied only by the muffled explosion of the cargo ship outside.

“I have always loved you, Spideriuwebgiowebgo,” murmured Niha, heaving her vibrator-sword upright. “Maybe we could share this?”

Stilte took off his shirt, revealing his girthy body, and spoke for the first time.

“Answer me Re-Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg”

He then revealed his “”””””””””””””””””staff.””””””””””””””””””””” It was very large. It was also in hand. Niha’s eyes widened. “OwO what’s this?” She said

“It’s what Teridax uses to make Rahi.”

“Is it the sort of staff that can fire… projectiles when activated?”

“All that and more BB.”

“Can I try it?”


Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg stared off into the distance. “Yes, but…”

“But what?”

“But only if you subscribe to my Minecraft YouTube channel.”


“I need you to do this, Niha.”

“You know this is a path I can’t follow.”

“I trusted you.”

Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg proceeded to ram his “”””””””staff”””””””” (in his hand) into Niha, vibrating until it shattered her entire body.

ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ

Out from the shadows, stepped Mersery. ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ

Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg lashed out at the tall, generic, black and silver man. “You turned her against me!”

Mersery removed his coat. “You’ve done that yourself.” He then proceeded to swing it over his head, casting it at Spiwiubgieubguoewjbg who raised his eyebrows seductively.

Mersery beckoned to a concrete and wooden room. Inside, was a cracked ceramic bathtub lit by dollar store candles. To the right, was a bowl filled with Tide Pods and chocolate. The tub was filled with a really murky water. It smelled like shit. Seductive shit.

“You know,” Niha smiled. “I’d go into ‘sleep mode’ for you any day.” She rubbed her broadcaster that broadcasted seductively.


Mersery’s huge muscles rippled as he stared at Niha, his metallic surface gleaming like the flecked waves of a midnight black ocean. This was what he was waiting for his entire life, to claim this prime specimen of a robot for his own. He was ready. Oh, he was more than ready. Perhaps this was his calling. His Frozen Calling coming 2k90 He could wait no longer. Niha was still rubbing herself seductively, but he tired of the foreplay and he just yanked her to him, crushing her in his manly embrace.w shedied

End of story

Or is it


Who knows



“Hi im bob “thedoctor27” ross”

Here we will paint a happy little tree Anything is possible. This is your world. And remember, in your world, there are no mistakes.

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!

But in this world of infinite choices

What will it take just to find that special day?










8===============D =


Spiloollooo turned to Mersery, and said:

Racing along a cratered dirt road, and we are -


Three Hooded Men guarded by East European Militia. A third Militia drives. Next to him is a nervous, bespectacled man.


An airstrip overlooking a grey city rocked by artillery fire. A bland CIA Operative, flanked by Special Forces Men, stands in front of a commuter plane. CIA Man watches the Land Cruiser pull up, hard. The Militia Men jump out of the vehicle.

The Driver shoves the bespectacled man in front of the CIA Man.


Dr. Pavel, I’m CIA.

Dr. Pavel nods, nervous. CIA Man hands the Driver a briefcase.


He wasn’t alone.

CIA Man, confused, spots the Hooded Men. He turns to Dr. Pavel.


You don’t get to bring friends.


They are not my friends.


Don’t worry, no charge for them.


Why would I want them?


They were trying to grab your prize. (smiles) They work for the mercenary. The masked man.


(excited) Bane?

Barsad nods. CIA Man turns to his Special Forces Men.


Get ’em on board - I’ll call it in.


The commuter plane struggles over snow-capped mountains.


The three Hooded Men kneel by the cargo door, handcuffed.

CIA Man grabs Hooded Man 1.


What are you doing in the middle of my operation?

Hooded Man 1 says nothing. CIA Man pulls out a handgun.


The flight plan I just filed with the Agency lists me, my men, and Dr. Pavel here! But only one of you!

CIA Man opens the cargo door. Special Forces hang Hooded Man 1 out into the howling wind - CIA Man shouts above the wind.



Nothing. CIA Man fires out the open door and the Special Forces yank Hooded Man 1 back in, clubbing him quiet.



The Soldiers grab Hooded Man 2, hang him out the door.



The prisoner says nothing. CIA Man presses the gun to the man’s hood - he cocks the gun...nothing.




Or he’s wondering why someone would shoot a man before throwing him out of an aeroplane.

CIA Man turns to the Third Prisoner. Shuts the cargo door.


Wiseguy, huh? At least you can talk. Who are you?


We are nothing. We are the dirt beneath your feet. And no one cared who I was until I put on the mask...

CIA Man, wary, approaches the Third Prisoner - pulls off his hood, revealing a dark mask with a breathing apparatus. The eyes behind it are cold. Still. This is Bane.


Who we are does not matter. What matters is our plan.


(fascinated) If I pull this off, will you die?


It would be extremely painful.


You’re a big guy.


For you.


(unnerved) Was being caught part of your plan?


Of course. Dr. Pavel refused our offer in favor of yours. We had to know what he told you about us.


Nothing! I said nothing!


Why not just ask him?


He would not have told us.


You have methods.


Him, I need healthy. You present no such problem.

CIA Man laughs for the Special Forces’ benefit. A heavy bass tone is rising. The Sergeant looks out the window.


The commuter plane is dwarfed by a massive transport plane looming over it, dangerously close...


The plane lurches. The noise is building.




Well congratulations, you got yourselves caught. What’s the next step of your master plan?


Crashing this plane...


The ramp of the transport opens... Four men leap out on tethers - dropping towards the commuter plane, two each side...


The Special Forces react to the turbulence from the plane above. CIA Man looks at Bane.


(rising) With no survivors!

A Special Forces soldier spins around - an Armed Man is outside the window. Bang!


Two men shoot through the windows, the other two attach grapples to the fuselage - give the thumbs up - hoists start to pull and the tail of the commuter plane is lifted, unnaturally.


The Pilots battle the controls as the plane tilts forward.


Like lightning, Bane has the CIA Man is his handcuffed arms, legs wrapped around a seat back, The entire cabin upends. Tumbling chaos - Soldiers falling - Bane cracks CIA Man’s neck and drops him onto the Sergeant - they tumble down the plane, smashing into the cockpit door with a terminal thud. Dr. Pavel, strapped in, pushes against the seat in front of him - the plane vibrates, trying to tear itself apart.


The men climb the tail of the smaller plane as it dangles helplessly above the mountains. Its wings shear off.


Bane breaks his handcuffs as if they were plastic, then opens his legs and drops down the cabin, somersaulting gracefully and using his arms to stop himself halfway down, by Dr. Pavel.


The men attach explosives to the tail, then jump away, swinging out as the tail explodes.


An explosion takes off the rear door of the cabin - the Armed Men drop through the smoke on cables.

A body bag is lowered into the cabin. Bane lies it on the seat backs next to Dr. Pavel and unzips it to reveal a body the same age and build as Dr. Pavel.

Bane rips Dr. Pavel’s sleeve - pulls out a length of surgical tubing - pushes a needle into Dr. Pavel’s arm - runs the tube to the body’s arm... Dr. Pavel watches, horrified, as Bane starts compressions on the body’s chest, drawing Dr. Pavel’s blood across the tube and into the body...

An Armed Man pulls Hooded Man 1 up through the cabin and out. Bane stops Hooded Man 2.


Friend. They expect one of us in the wreckage.

The man nods, unhooks himself, takes Bane’s arm.


Have we started the fire?


(nods) The fire rises!

Hooded Man 2 hands Bane his line. Bane clips it around Dr. Pavel, takes out a knife and cuts Dr. Pavel’s seat belt. Dr. Pavel panics, flails. Bane takes his arms. Gentle.


Calm, Doctor. Now is not time for fear...

Bane slides Dr. Pavel out of his seat. They hang in t



he vertical, windblown cabin. Bane takes out a detonator.


That comes later.

Bane presses the detonator - the cabin drops from around them, revealing the terrifying drop to the peaks below. Dr. Pavel screams as they are hoisted up towards the transport.



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!G♂A♂C♂H♂I♂N♂A♂T♂I♂O♂N Let's shake it up a little.


Barry! Breakfast is ready!




Hang on a second.




- Barry? - Adam?


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


Looking sharp. G♂A♂C♂H♂I♂N♂A♂T♂I♂O♂N  

Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. G♂A♂C♂H♂I♂N♂A♂T♂I♂O♂N  

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 yG♂A♂C♂H♂I♂N♂A♂T♂I♂O♂Nou, 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!




Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of...




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!






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...




- 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


because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.


The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.


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.


So you'll just work us to death?


We'll sure try.


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.


I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life.


But, Adam, how could they never have told us that?


Why would you question anything? We're bees.


We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.


You ever think maybe things work a little too well here?


Like what? Give me one example.


I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about.


Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.


Wait a second. Oheck it out.


- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow.


I've never seen them this close.


They know what it's like outside the hive.


Yeah, but some don't come back.


- 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. - I don't know.


Their day's not planned.


Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.


You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.




Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.


It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.


Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.


Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?


Distant. Distant.


Look at these two.


- Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them.


It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.


Yeah. 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.


What were you doing during this?


Trying to alert the authorities.


I can autograph that.


A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?


Yeah. Gusty.


We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.


- Six miles, huh? - Barry!


A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.


- Maybe I am. - You are not!


We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?


I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.


Hey, Honex!


Dad, you surprised me.


You decide what you're interested in?


- Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one.


Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?


Son, let me tell you about stirring.


You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.


You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.


You know, Dad, the more I think about it,


maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.


You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?


That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.


Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!


- Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny.


You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


- You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me!


Wait till you see the sticks I have.


I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


Let's open some honey and celebrate!


Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae.


Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


I'm so proud.


- We're starting work today! - Today's the day.


Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.


Yeah, right.


Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


- Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left!


One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side.


- What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar!




Oouple of newbies?


Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


Make your choice.


- You want to go first? - No, you go.


Oh, my. What's available?


Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.


- Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on.


I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


Wax monkey's always open.


The Krelman opened up again.


What happened?


A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one.


Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!


Oh, this is so hard!


Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry?




All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine...


What happened to you? Where are you?


- I'm going out. - Out? Out where?


- Out there. - Oh, no!


I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life.


You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


Another call coming in.


If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd


that gets their roses today.


Hey, guys.


- Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


Sign here, here. Just initial that.


- Thank you. - OK.


You got a rain advisory today,


and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain.


So be careful. As always, watch your brooms,


hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.


Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us.


Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!


- That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies,


bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans!


All right, launch positions!


Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


Black and yellow!




You ready for this, hot shot?


Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


Wind, check.


- Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check.


- Wings, check. - Stinger, check.


Scared out of my shorts, check.


OK, ladies,


let's move it out!


Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!


All of you, drain those flowers!


Wow! I'm out!


I can't believe I'm out!


So blue.


I feel so fast and free!


Box kite!






This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual.


Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.




30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick.


That is one nectar collector!


- Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir.


I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there,


a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.


That's amazing. Why do we do that?


That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.




I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


Oopy that visual.


Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.


Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?




That was on the line!


This is the coolest. What is it?


I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.


Yeah, fuzzy.




Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


My sweet lord of bees!


Oandy-brain, get off there!




- Guys! - This could be bad.




Very close.


Gonna hurt.


Mama's little boy.


You are way out of position, rookie!


Ooming in at you like a missile!


Help me!


I don't think these are flowers.


- Should we tell him? - I think he knows.


What is this?!


Match point!


You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it!






There's a bee in the car!


- Do something! - I'm driving!


- Hi, bee. - He's back here!


He's going to sting me!


Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze!


He blinked!


Spray him, Granny!


What are you doing?!


Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.


I gotta get home.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


Ken, could you close the window please?


Ken, could you close the window please?


Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure.


You see? Folds out.


Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


What was that?


Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This...




That is diabolical.

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

Return of the Mack

Get 'em, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't

Looking for a better way to get up out of bed

Instead of getting on the Internet

And checking a new hit me, get up

Thrift shop, pimp-strut walkin'

Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious

Somewhere between like RoG♂A♂C♂H♂I♂N♂A♂T♂I♂O♂Ncky and Cosby

Sweater game, nope nope, y'all can't copy

Yup, Bad, moonwalking, this here is our party

My posse's been on BroadwG♂A♂C♂H♂I♂N♂A♂T♂I♂O♂Nay, and we did it our way

Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones

Into everything I record to it and yet I'm on

Let that stage light go and shine on down

Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style

Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds

But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town

Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit, hustlin'

Chasing dreams since I was fourteen

With the four-track, bussin'

Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushin'

Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin'

We give that to the people, spread it across the country

Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin'

We give it to the people, spread it across the country

[Hook: Ray Dalton]

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

[Verse 2: Macklemore]

Now, can I kick it? Thank you

Yeah, I'm so damn grateful

I grew up really wanting gold fronts

But that’s what you get when Wu-Tang raised you

Y'all can't stop me

Go hard like I got a 808 in my heartbeat

And I'm eating at the beat like you gave a little speed

To a great white shark on Shark Week, raw!

Tell me go up, gone

Deuces, goodbye, I got a world to see

And my girl, she wanna see Rome

Caesar'll make you a believer

Nah, I never ever did it for a throne

That validation comes from giving it back to the people

Now sing a song, and it goes like

Raise those hands, this is our party

We came here to live life like nobody was watching

I got my city right behind me, if I fall, they got me

Learn from that failure, gain humility

And then we keep marching, I said…

[Hook: Ray Dalton]

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us


And so we put our hands up

And so we put our hands up

Oh, oh, oh, oh…

[Bridge: Macklemore and Ray Dalton]

Na na na na, na na na na

Hey-ee ay-ee ay-ee ay ay-ee ay-ee, hey

And all my people say

Na na na na, na na na na

Hey-ee ay-ee ay-ee ay ay-ee ay-ee, hey

And all my people say

Na na na na, na na na na

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

And all my people say

Na na na na, na na na na


[Hook: Ray Dalton]

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

[Outro *Music Video Ending*]

Let the night come, before the fight's won

Some might run against the test

But those that triumph embrace the fight 'cause

The fear is there to prove that courage exists

Now let the night come, before the fight's won

And some might run against the test

But those that triumph embrace the fight 'cause


The fear is there to prove that courage existsfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff




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