#LOOKS LIKE IT AINT GETTIN DONE 'TOMORROW'

[mushroom-winners-proof]

you know nothing you understand nothing etc etc

#kh #kh1 #khi #kingdom hearts #kingdom i #kingdom hearts 1 #ansem #ansem seeker of darkness #snap sketches #not the triple art post today #pparently im just in a doodlin mood #i have a file for another drawing just titled 'i'll do this tomorrow' and it been there since last night #LOOKS LIKE IT AINT GETTIN DONE 'TOMORROW' #naw im lyin ill work on it after i post this. maybe. #but for now Ansem cause it been a long while since i drew him #i dont mean to use the same shadow three times in a row but its a favorite of mine leave me alone </3 #also it just fits the past three ones now donit #but oh well thats all the art from me for the nexttttt #month ??? who knows when i draw kh again i surely dont

[askyancy]

Show and Tell

Ah hey! Sorry I been gone all day! Inmates had a show n tell project to woyurk on and I had to kinda rush make somet’in since I been in de medical wing so uh... 

We just got dones with it... Jimmy made dese great bracelets! Everyone grabbed one deys so well made too! We had no idea! Ah deys could make a livin offa dese... ah.. Pride ones too!

All de flags rainbows, trans, ace, etc uh... I uh..got one too... a pride one.. 

I uh

Lot o youse been askin’ wh-...what my orientation is and I- I never really knew ya know so uh-...... I been t’inkin’ a lot abouts it and.. and I guess I kinda like everyone I mean.. Bambam makes jokes abouts me gettin’ crushes on every new face dat comes to HTP but..... it aint wrong ... I-I like pretty much anyones... Youse is all gorgeous I cant helps myself! So uh

Pink Yellow Blue... 

Dem.. Dems my colors... Uh.. love it or hate it dats.. who I am ya know? So uh-.. d...dere youse go... 

Ah In other news!

Bambam t’inks deys found out who r lil cowards are! I says we aint gots enough evidence for it but den Hank had a brilliant idea and now we’s all armed to catch em next time any dem shows up so I dares em...

Dey wont be able to hide it once deys try to show deir faces again. Not that theys brave enough to even show a face. aheh

Uh- anywayses! 

I’m gonna take tomorrow to rest. Should be out after that. Den it’s straight back to business!  so uh I... I wanted to leave dis on a good note cos I-Well

Youse is always askin me questions but I never really ask youses any. So uh- I gots..just a lil question for all o youses. 

What do youse all do to get rid of stress? Or... or when youse is havin a panic attack or unable to focus... How do youse all deal with that in youses on ways?  Any advice?

Oh and uh... Someone from d’ discord shared this photograph from when we’s done the I dont wanna be free performance. Dey says it looks like I’m offerin a hug so uh.. Youse all gets virtual hugs from me!

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[tiava143]

Baby Boy

Chapter II (Highkey long)

Chapter 1

“So what you tryna do while mommy’s at work pop?” Erik said looking over at his son.

“Can we go to the park and hoop with CJ and cousin Cameron please?” Sage said. He enjoyed being around his cousin CJ since he was close to his age. CJ was Cameron’s oldest son, they had their kids around the same time so they are always around each other.

“Lemme see where they at.” Erik said dialing Cam’s number.

Erik shook his head chuckling, thinking about his crazy ass cousin Cameron.They were known as the Demon Twins when were together.(Let Solana and Terry tell it) Cameron is the loud outgoing smooth talker, while Erik was seen but not heard as much. But don’t think for one second they would let something happen to one another. People know not to test Erik but anyone that tries Cameron better move out of the country. They went to juvie together, hit their licks together. Shit they even had their kids together. They were thick as thieves, since they were youngins if you seen one you seen the other. Even though they were cousins ,they were brothers to outsiders.

“If you aint talkin’ money, ion wanna talk its Big Cam the p, what it be?” Cameron yelled in the phone.

“Get yo’ dusty ass up nigga. Ima come scoop you and jr we finna’ hit the park.” Erik laughed as he turned onto his block.

“Fuck you nigga that aint what ya’ baby mama said when i was in ha’ chest last night.” Cameron laughed. “Nigga dont shot, playin’ with my best friend name.” Erik heard his girlfriend Terry say over the phone. “Im just playin’ ma. But ight fool, gimme 10.”

“Hurry yo lanky ass up, we burnin’ daylight.”  Erik said hanging up and pulling in front of his cousin’s house. Sage got out the car and ran to the door and CJ answered the door to let them in.

“What’s the deal lil cuzzo?” Erik said walking into the house dapping him then sat on the couch. Sage and CJ ran into his room  to play video games. Terry came out the room and hugged Erik.

“Hey E. Why you up so early ?” She said walking into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast.

“Wassup squirt, I had to drop yo’ crazy ass best friend off at work. You know she stay on my ass about everything.” He said chuckling.

“Well if you just did what the fuck we ask then we wouldn’t be sweatin’ you all the time. Y'all just don’t fuckin’ listen. Just like ya hard headed cousin.” Terry said rolling her eyes and mixing the pancake batter.

“TJ I do listen to her, everytime some shit happens at her job I’m the listening to her rant all fuckin’ night about it.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m not talking about just that one time E. I mean listen like understand the shit we say and take it into consideration, not just listen as the words go through one ear and out the fucking other. We wanna feel like were valued. Not just a damn object yall fuck on. You wanna degrade and manipulate bitches you better go get Becky with the good hair, because us black queens aint finna deal with it.Periodt.” She ranted while pouring the batter on the skillet.

“Aw shit you done got her ass started.Every time you come over here she starts” Cameron said walking into the living room holding his 9 month on daughter Chanel. He daps Erik and hands Chanel to him then walks in the kitchen. Erik rocks her to sleep then lays her in her crib.

“Don’t even try and front with E. You know damn well i’ll fuck you up myself. Try that shit if you want to.” Terry Said mean-mugging him. Cameron wrapped his arms around her waist and placed soft kisses on her cheek.

“And you know Big Daddy don’t play that shit so I dare you to try me.” He said lowly into her ear then sucks on her earlobe. Erik groans watching then stands up.

“Man c'mon you bullshittin’ she gon’ be here when you come back. Gremlins let’s go or you gon’ get left.” He said walking out the door. The boys ran out the door and hopped in the car.

“I’ll save y'all some food for when y'all get back I know you gon be all grumpy when E whoops ya ass at the court.” Terry said walking Cam out the door laughing. Erik started laughing then hugged Terry.

“That’s a damn shame even yo’ girl know ima whoop yo ass Cam.” He said walking to the car and gets in. Cameron mugged her as he walked towards the car shaking his head.“You disloyal heffa. You suppose to be my number one supporter.” Cam said getting in the car and rolling the window up. Terry laughed as she went back in the house. Erik proceeded to drive off.

“Nigga how you let ya girl punk you like that?” Erik said looking at the songs on his phone to play.

“Fuck you, she only do it around you and Lana. Yall be gettin’ her started on them fuckin’ "I’m independent, fuck all these niggas,i don’t need a nigga for shit” rants. Like fuck…she’ll never be quiet.“ Cam said scrolling on insta. Erik chuckled looking over at him."Remind you of somebody? You like a tape recorder. You just keep going on and on and on. It’s a reason why you still with her. Am i wrong ?” He said pulling into the parking lot of the park.

“Im telling mommy you’re talking about her again. Daddy remember what she said the last time.” CJ said from the backseat looking at his dad.

Erik looked back  at him and started laughing. “What she say CJ?”

“She said ‘Keep that saamee energy.’ ” He said rolling his neck how Terry does it. Erik was rolling when he got out the car and ran. Cameron stayed quiet the whole time as the whole conversation went on. He knew if he said something else his son would snitch on him. He glared at Erik as he walked towards the courts with the boys.

“You done nigga?” Cam said annoyed.

Erik whipped a tear from his eye and took a breath. “Yeah I’m done. I aint know she was doin’ my boy like thaaat.” Cameron shook his head and started bouncing the basketball.

“Look CJ if i can teach you one good thing in this world it’s when you’re around the fellas you keep what’s said to yourself. Don’t go reporting shit to ya mama and what not. That’s guy code man. Trust me.” Cameron said shooting the ball into the hoop.

“Yeah….no matter how scared ya daddy is of a girl that’s 5'2.” Erik said laughing and grabbing the ball and bouncing it to Sage. Cameron shook his head.

Solana’s Pov

I’m so sick of this job. Well not necessarily, it is my dream job to be a fashion designer. Some of my female co-workers here are so jealous, like don’t get mad at me for doing what Jordan wants. He asks and I deliver.Here we are in another meeting so he can tell us what’s to come with the next client.

“Alright everyone great job pulling through with last week’s client Jynesse. A special thanks to Solana, she delivered the most outstanding design for Jyneese and as a plus the outfit was on the cover of Essence magazine. Keep up the great work.” Jordan said clapping as well as everyone else except Amber. This bitch is a fucking hater i swear. Amber’s been working for Jordan for about 5 years and she was his top designer. Well until i showed up, not to toot my own horn but beep beep. I’ve been here for the past 2 years now and clients have grabbed my designs back to back and now she’s mad. Amber has tried so hard to sabotage my designs but it turns around and bites her in the ass every time. One time i had to convince Jordan not to fire her stank ass but she doesn’t know it. She tries so hard to be in my position it’s exhausting. Like bitch get a life. And she better not think for one second that i didn’t catch her dusty ass making googly eyes with Erik’s dumb ass. If she keeps disrespecting me i might have to show her why i got this AK-47 tatted on my leg.

“Now for this week’s project our client Mrs. Keyshia Ka’oir wants a piece for her birthday party coming up in a few weeks. It seems that her and her Husband want to be matching somehow. She wants a dress that’s extra as possible in her words.Oh, and she wants it to be red all over.Rough sketches are due tomorrow and all projects are due next Friday so get to it everyone, she will be here to hand pick which style she wants so it better be extravagant.Good luck.” Jordan said

“Greaaatt, more stress.” I said mumbling as i stand up and started walking towards my office. As i was walking through the door i see her looking at me up and down from her door. Yes our offices are across from each other. A great fucking coincidence right? I turned around and faced her leaning against my door frame.

“Do you have problem? You’ve been looking at me all day with a stank face so what is your issue?” I said glaring back at her as i looked at her up and down.

Amber starts to smirk shake her head at me. “Nope. All i know is you better be prepared to lose your spot on top because once Keyshia looks at my design its game over for you baby girl. So, have fun while you can.”

“Girl bye, nobody is worried about your tired ass, old ass, styles. Amber you’ve put out the same style the past five assignments we’ve had its old sis. You want to impress somebody, impress yourself by trying new fabric or you know better yet try a career because this apparently isn’t it for you.” I said rolling my eyes and closing my door. I can’t believe that bitch really tired me. Just wait till I get my sketch ready, I born to do this.

~At the park~

Erik and Cameron were playing one on one while Sage and CJ were playing on the other side of the court. The kids got tired of just playing basketball so they wanted to do their own thing. Erik was whooping Cameron’s ass just like Terry said too.

“Where the fuck was you at last night? I called your ass to hit the strip club bruh. All the birds was there.” Cam said wiping the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.

“Man I was handlin’ business last night.” Erik said shooting the ball from the free throw line.

“What bitch was it this time?” Cameron said shaking his head and leaning on his knees. Erik chuckled bouncing the ball in between his legs.

“How you know I was with a bitch?”

“One you chuckling like you holding something, Two you never handle business without me being there or drop your location. So which one was it? Britney? La’toya? or Malina?” He said stealing the ball from Erik and going for a layup.

“I been stopped fucking with La’toya crazy ass. Remember i told you i caught that bitch puttin’ my sperm in a syringe?”

Cameron started laughing. “Hell yeah I remember that shit, that bitch was in love witchu! ’Erik gon’ be my baby’s father!’ It took me and the homies to pry that bitch off your ass.”

“Man, after that shit I was like nah i’m good shorty. But Malina.” Erik said biting his lip thinking about this morning.

“I had to put that bitch out on the curb though. She wouldn’t get out my bed and I had to take Lana to work.I wasn’t about to let this bitch sleep in my room while i was gone. Then fuck around and come back all my drawers cleaned out.” He said getting in his guard stance in front of Cameron.

“Wait, wait,wait y'all fucked this morning? Like right before you took Lana to work.You had to let the bitch spend the night too? Cuz that’s fucked up.You a dog bruh.” Cameron said laughing and pulling up to make a shot. Erik blocked the shot and switches spots.

“Man I was too drunk to take her back to her crib, I had the Henny in my system when i hit her. I told her to meet me at the spot right? She hop out the uber with this short ass dress on Cam like if the bitch bent over you could see the pussy lips wink at you bruh. I was like damn so we kickin’ it ,choppin’ it up then next thing I know she riding me on the hood of the car in the parking lot of McDonald’s. This was at like 3 in the morning too, we was up the street from my crib so i said fuck it slide through. Woke up and got in the guts again then Lana called.Kicked that bitch to the curb literally.” He said laughing as he shot a three. Erik looked back on the other side of the court to make sure Sage was okay.

Cam stood there with his mouth wide open. “Damn that bitch a freak. In the parking lot?!? Of McDonald’s?!?! Shitttt you should’ve called a nigga. We could’ve tag teamed that hoe.”

“Nigga please, Terry crazy ass aint finna’ air the clip out on me because you wanted to fuck another bitch. TJ got eyes everywhere on you. Every bitch in Inglewood know you her nigga.They aint finna’ try her or Lana.” Erik said shaking his head and taking his shirt off.

“I swear her crazy ass got a tracking device on my dick. I go into the bathroom she all like ‘Where you takin’ my dick?’ I say I’m going’ to the store she say ‘That bitch bet not be at the store.’ Next thing i know i get to the store she there waitin’ for a nigga. ‘I was just makin sure you came to the same store you always do.’” Like damn I can’t go nowhere without her being there.” Cameron said shaking his head. Erik looked behind Cameron and seen Terry’s car parked in the lot with her looking out the window at them.

“Speak of the devil, she shall appear.” He said nodding his head in the direction. Cameron raised his eyebrow with  confused look on his face.

“Cuz what you talkin’ bout?” He said turning around. “Gotdamn it ! See the shit I mean she crazy.I been gave yo crazy ass my location Terry!”Cameron said walking towards her car. Erik laughed shaking his head at them.

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Finding Family Part 2

•Daryl Dixon x OFC•

Everyone had been set up in guest rooms for their overnight stay at Georgetown  and after an incredibly tense meeting the future of trade between Alexandria and the prospering community still remained undecided.

"They're gonna say no. Not a chance in hell we're getting even a taste of this shit." Abraham sighed, his head resting against the LaZ boy recliner  in Ricks room for the night.

"We don't know that." Michonne argued.

"Sure we do, y'all saw the way they looked at the girl. I hurt their people bad, no way any of us are gonna be welcomed here after today." Merle chuckled dryly, he was trying to hide the guilt and disappointment he felt in himself and had Daryl not known him his entire life he might have mistaken it for carelessness.

"We should have left him at home. What good ever comes from bringing Merle Dixon anywhere?" Glenn grumbled and Maggie pat his thigh comfortingly.

"Michonnes right, We don't know yet. these people are very reasonable, I've spoken to them, they know me and besides Lily would never leave us out to dry. She isn't like that." Rick nodded firmly.

"That was before we turned our backs on her and let Merle stay after everything that happened. We betrayed that girl, if I was her I wouldn't give us a damn thing." Carol was perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes sad and slightly angry as she regarded Merle. The older woman's gaze wandered over to Daryl for just a split second and the underlying disappointment in the clear blue made his stomach hurt, he stood up and grabbed his crossbow from the floor.

"Goin for a walk." He grumbled, Merle stood to follow but Daryl was quick to turn to him and shake his head "alone." He bit out.

The halls of the community center at Georgetown we're huge, over 20 rooms on each floor. Charlie had explained that the community center was where most of the residents who didn't have family lived, they were single rooms and it provided a sense of family in one large building for the residents who preferred not to be alone in their own home. It also was the same building as the mess hall, and that's exactly where he heard the familiar voice he had missed and replayed over and over on his head for two full years.

"Thanks Nellie, you're our new best friend forever. We will remember this moment for when grey carries on my iconic legacy. you will have a special page in my autobiography." Lili backed out of the kitchen, the beautiful baby boy wrapped up in her arms and a pint of vanilla ice cream in his.

"It's just because I love you both." A grey haired  woman in an apron shooed them out of the kitchen and winked, blowing a kiss at the curly haired little boy waving back at her.

"And we love you." Lili turned back towards the cafeteria and the smile she had been wearing slipped from her features when her eyes met Daryl's.

God it hurt.

Swallowing thickly he willed his feet to march over to the two, awkwardly rubbing his neck when he was close enough.

"I was just checking the place out. S'nice." He mumbled, eyes involuntarily falling on the little boy with the the sandy blonde curls staring up at him.

"Yeah. We have a really great system going here. Good people too." Greyson wiggled in her arms and Lili looked down "words." She smiled softly, urging him to speak gently.

"Down." He whispered "pease." His smile was wide and goofy and so damn adorable it almost physically hurt Daryl.

Lili beamed with pride

"You got it love." She gently placed him on the floor and peeled the top of the container off, sticking a metal spoon in the sweet vanilla ice cream and ruffling his hair.

Daryl watched in wonder as Greyson lifted himself onto a cafeteria bench and began taking tiny but determined bites of the sugary dessert.

"He's a smart kid. Little to be doin' all that aint' he?"

Daryl turned his attention back to Lili who was smiling in complete adoration at the boy with the matching eyes.

"Grey is very advanced, we have a former pediatrician who works in our infirmary and she says she's never seen someone his age  grasp language skills quite as fast as Greyson." She finally pulled her eyes away from her son and looked at Daryl, he could practically see the pride in her smile.

"Gets it from you. Ya always we're good at talkin'"

For a moment when her blue eyes sparkle and her nose scrunches up, Daryl's taken back to five years ago stranded in that damn lake with an arrow through his side and a pretty blonde woman dragging him through the mud and asking "where in the holy hot hell" did he come from.

"That's about all he gets from me except the hair, I carried him around for nine months only for him to come out a splitting image of his father." She laughed quietly.

"Got my nose.. and my mamas eyes." Daryl whispered as they both stared at Greyson.

"And your lips. Not to mention he catches the Georgia sun like you wouldn't believe, five minutes outside and he's golden brown, just like you." She smiled.

"Got your hankerin' for the sweets though." Daryl offered chuckling when Greyson sent a spoonful of vanilla halfway across the room.

"And your tendency to leave a mess." Lili raised a brow and pulled a rag from her pocket, wiping the melted ice cream off of her sons cheeks.

"Beautiful though. Real beautiful." He whispered, his palms itched to touch his son, to see if he was real, if this was something that he had helped to create. There was no way any Dixon could ever make something so beautiful and perfect.

"Still carrying' around that crossbow huh?" Lili nodded towards his practically third arm.

"Sure am. Never gettin' rid of her." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

"Don't I know it." The beautiful blonde smiled fondly at the weapon that had saved her life more times than she could count "I'm still sticking to my knives, although I don't get out much to use em. I stay inside the walls mainly, take care of the sick and injured."

"Sounds nice, ya were meant for that. Made to help people." Daryl clarified, tracing her features with his eyes, memorizing every new scar and freckle, every laugh line, the last time he had seen her she had been bruised and swollen beyond recognition. The image of Dwight carrying her near lifeless body out of the saviors compound was forever burned in his mind.

"Sometimes I miss it out there, the adrenaline, the chase." Lili sighed before shaking her head and smiling at her son "but I can't take risks like that anymore, not unless I have too. Grey needs his mom. last week I went on a run because we needed specific medications and I left him with Dwight for two days, I came back covered in walker blood and Greyson just threw himself at me. I had to give him two baths just to get all that funk out of his hair." She giggled, scrunching her nose at the memory.

"He's a good boy." Daryl caught her sea green eyes and stared longingly at the woman he loved more than anything in this world.

"The best." She nodded, a sadness filtering across her face.

"Miss you every damn day." Daryl whispered, the words heart breakingly honest.

"You made a choice." Lili whispered back, wrapping her arms around her body tight, shielding herself from the one person who could ever truly hurt her.

"It was the wrong choice, I know that now," his voice broke, shadowed eyes dark and lost.

"It's too late now. You can't take it back.. you made your choice, you chose him."

"He's my brother." Daryl begged, he needed her to understand, no matter how impossible it was and how wrong it was he wanted her to understand.

"He's a monster." Lilis eyes filled with tears that she desperately tried to blink back "the things he did to me.. I can't.. when he was strangling me.. breaking my ribs all I could think about was getting back to you. I thought I was going to die and I didn't want to do that to you, I wanted to live for you. And then I came back to you, I fought for you only for you to allow that man back in our home, to sleep on the same floor as I did, to eat where I ate."

If it was possible Daryl could feel his heart cracking in his chest, the pain almost unbearable.

"I loved you with everything I had and I fought for you, I would have done anything for you and you gave up on me. You traded me in for your brother." She whispered, her voice far away.

"He's my family Lili." It sounded pathetic even to his own ears.

"And he's mine." Lili raised her voice, throwing her hand out to the little boy who was now curiously listening to the conversation and smiling up at the two adults as they turned to look at him.

"He's mine too." Daryl tried.

The woman before him narrowed her eyes and shook her head

"No.. no he isn't. You gave that claim up the second you let me walk out the doors of Alexandria. You made a decision, I told you when I left that there was no coming back from it and I meant that. Merle is your family. Greyson is mine."

"Lil please, I have too..."

"You're all going to be able to trade here, I told Charlie that you were all good people, that the past was the past and it had nothing to do with helping your people. You'll get what you need and then you can go, I don't want you bringing that man back to my home. By the time I put Greyson to sleep tomorrow I want to forget you both were ever here." With that Lili picked up Greyson and walked straight out of the mess hall doors leaving a broken hearted Daryl Dixon staring after the love of his life and their son.

It couldn't end like this.

He wouldn't let it.

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[eliniei]

Those Hard Days - Chapter 21

Summary: Rae’s brother always made sure she was tough as nails. But when her father flips her world upside down, will she find that there’s a limit on how strong she can be?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con (non-graphic, fade-to-black), child abuse, underage drinking, underage smoking, drug use, violence, major character death

A/N: Two in one day?! What kind of sorcery is this? No sorcery, just boredom. I really love this chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter 21 - Love

Half an hour later, Rae and Carrie were gathering their things to head out for the night. Dally put his hat and shirt in his room upstairs and came back down the stairs shrugging into his leather jacket.

"I'm gonna walk ya’ll home," he announced as they were going out the door. He let the girls go out first and then closed to door behind him. As they were walking, he pulled Rae back to have as private a conversation as possible. “Look- ya know I ain’t tryin’ to be hard on ya or anythin’ right?”

"Yeah you are," she answered and watched as he lit up a cigarette. “But I get why you’re doin’ it.”

“I just don’t want ya to-to be mad at me alright? I’m just doin’ what’s best, ya know?”

“I ain’t mad at ya, Dal,” Rae started. She gripped the straps of her backpack tightly. “I thought- I thought, maybe at first I would hate ya for lettin’ this happen. I thought maybe I would blame ya for not bein’ there. I was so...mad.” He watched her for a few seconds, blowing smoke out of his nose. “But I think that- No, I know that it ain’t your fault. It’s not my fault, either.”

“You’re finally startin’ to make some sense, again, kid.” One side of his mouth lifted upward as he took another drag.

“Dally,” she began again. His small smile disappeared at the seriousness in her voice. “I know that you’ve protected me for all these years. I know and that ya can’t do it all my life, so I better start usin’ my brain. I, uh, I just- Thank you. I know it ain’t been easy.” He flicked his finished cigarette away and gave her a slight shrug.

“What else are big brothers good for?” She looked up at him to find a rare, gentle smile overtaking his face. “And what the hell ya talkin’ about? I don’t care if I’m eighty. You need me to rough someone up for ya, I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“I guess you’d better be livin’ next door to me, then,” Rae laughed. He chuckled and put his hand on the small of her back. She thought it was meant as an endearing motion until he pushed her forward a few steps, closer to Carrie.

“Go on, keep your friend company.”

"What was that all about?" Carrie asked, quietly, as Rae caught up to her.

"Nothin’," Rae responded, with a shrug. "Just a little heart-to-heart, I guess."

“Oh, Rae?” Dally’s voice called from somewhere behind them. She turned, but continued walking backwards.

“Yeah?”

“Would it kill ya to wear the same clothes tomorow? I can grab ya some from Darry’s later, but-” He caught up with the girls and she turned back around.

“Nah, don’t worry. I packed a change, figurin’ I wouldn’t be back there tonight. I’ll call up Ponyboy and have him bring the rest to school.”

“Good job,” he praised and tousled her hair. She jerked her head away from his hand and moved so Carrie was between then.

“Wish ya’d stop doin’ that,” she complained, running her fingers through her long hair. “Ruinin’ my hair.”

“Your hair?” he spat with a laugh. “Ya ain’t turnin’ into a girl on me, are ya?” She heard Carrie giggle, quietly.

“Fuck no.”

“God, ya sure got a dirty mouth.”

“Only learned from the best, didn’t I?” He lifted his eyebrows and gave her a feline smile.

Once they’d arrived at Carrie’s house, they went around to the side door. Carrie pulled out a key and unlocked it, then headed inside, leaving Dally and Rae to say their goodbyes.

"Alright, Buck's tomorrow after school," her brother commanded before leaving. “Bring your knife.” Rae nodded her agreement. “And stay inside- no goin’ out. Make sure to bolt the-”

“Dally,” she interrupted him. “I will.” He blew out a breath and nodded.

"Fine. See ya tomorrow." He turned to leave, but before he made it off the first step he paused.

"What's-" Before she knew what was happening, he’d turned back and wrapped his arms around her. Her eyes went wide and she froze. He hadn’t hugged her like this since...since… “D-Dally-?”

“Just shut up, already,” he said, his voice muffled by her hair. She felt him inhale, deeply. “I just want you to know that you ain’t alone, okay?” After the shock, she smiled and hugged him back, breathing in the scent of his cigarettes. “I-I know that it’s been hard but, I promise I’ll make it better.” He gripped his sister tightly for a while, but finally released her. When she looked up at him, Rae noticed his eyes were rimmed with red.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, ‘course I am," he said and cleared his throat. "I need to get goin’. Do your homework and, uh, ya know, don’t go to bed too late." He turned to leave again.

"I love you, Dally," she whispered as he made his way down the steps. She wasn’t sure if he heard until he stopped and turned his head off to the side, looking towards the Merrill’s flower garden.

"You too, kid." He took off again and Rae watched until he was out of sight.

She went inside and found her friend waiting for her at the small table sitting in the kitchen.

“He ain’t as tough as he pretends to be,” Carrie noted, as she took a book out of her backpack and set it down on top of the bright tablecloth. Rae didn’t argue as she started unpacking her books as well. She didn’t disagree. Lately it felt like everything in her life had just been flipped upside down completely. After tossing everything she’d needed for her homework onto the table, she dropped into a chair. Her friend went to the fridge. “D’ya want a drink?”

“Sure, got anythin’ good?” Carrie swung the door open and Rae felt a gust of cold air wash over her.

“Hmm,” she hummed looking over the shelves. “Milk, 7-Up, I guess you could even have a beer if you wanted? Oh- looks like we got a couple bottles of cream soda, too.”

“Cream soda,” Rae responded as she flipped open a notebook. “Haven’t had one of those in a long time.” Carrie grabbed the bottle and a can of 7-Up for herself. She closed the fridge, set the drinks on the table and sat down to start her homework.

Once their homework was done, the two girls sat, shoulder-to-shoulder, on the floor at the foot of Carrie’s bed, watching The Twilight Zone in the dark. Rae had her hair in a low ponytail, pulled over her shoulder and she was chewing on a lollipop stick. Carrie was popping a stick of gum between her teeth.

“I love it when mom and dad ain’t here,” she laughed. “They hate it when I watch this. Think it’s ‘too scary for a young girl’s mind.’”

“It ain’t even that scary,” Rae remarked, taking the stick out of her mouth and tossing it into the small trash can by the desk. “Just a little weird sometimes.” She laid her head back on the quilt behind her and stared up at the white ceiling. “Carrie?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m…” She sighed and closed her eyes. “I dunno.” He friend stopped chewing her gum and turned to her.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think-I think I’m scared.”

“Rae, he ain’t gonna get in here,” Carrie tried to reassure her, pulling her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Don’t you worry, my dad installed real good bolts-”

“No-I aint-I mean, I am but-” Rae lifted her head again and criss-crossed her legs. Her stomach was twisting in knots. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen and I...I got a bad feeling about it. Nothin’ ever goes right for Greasers. Why should it start now?” She picked at the carpet between her legs. Carrie gripped her arm, gently, her face softening.

“Ya can’t think like that,” she instructed. “It’ll just stress ya out, and ya don’t need more stress than ya already got.”

“I-I know, but it’s so hard to think of anything else when it’s quiet and-and when I’m alone.” Carrie’s hand dropped away from her arm but she grabbed at Rae’s hands and squeezed, tightly.

“Well, ya ain’t alone. You can always talk to me. Even if it’s three in the mornin’ and my dad yells at me for gettin’ a phone call in the middle of the night.” She smiled wide, white teeth almost glowing in the light of the TV. “I won’t mind.” Rae smiled as well, her eyes starting to burn. She grasped her friends hands as well, and then turned back to focus on the show again.

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[ihatebeingfat123]

Tuesday 4. may tw

82.4kg(!!!)

Wow im so shocked. Im at my lw. Havent been this light since 8 grade. Im so proud of myself. When i woke up and went to go shower my fostermom was in it and i was waiting outside for like five min and she was still not done(btw when i came she was out of it) she was just buttering up and breathing and moaning. Honestly think she was doing somthing nasty. She was rude when i asked if she could hurry up. What a bitch. Told her i was going out on sunday. Omw to work i got a text saying the meeting is moved till saturday😳 now i definetly wont be allowed to go. But quite honestly, fuck all.

My head is hurting and pounding when i stand up too fast. Its kinda like a migrane and i cant see. My mom has chronic migranes- what if starving myself triggers my dna to start giving me it. Ugh. Anyways. Break at lunch again. I work in a kindergarten fyk. The ladies were nice and said i can be inside with them today. They know about my mom and yeah. They sympathize. Oh hey i called with my ex from florida yesterday. Quite nice. He is giving me a chance. But i just want to be friends i told him that too.

Extra tw lmao. My stomach has been ok. Its been a little pain and suffering. Little grows here and there. And because of the pstav i have in my arm now which is ruining my lyfe i have a naaasty coochie. And my stomach hurts. I think i have a type of infection or bacterial stuff. Like i have had chlamydia before and idk. This isnt it.

Anyways now ill have to speak to her again🙄 saying its been moved to saturday. But they will tell me no. But ill say fuck yall and leave. Then they will yell as i walk out. Kinda badass. She says im not in controll. But actions speaks louder than words. Ill fucking show them. Scorpio vibes only. Fuck you ugly caprisun. And you leo son. UGH how i hate them now.

Im glad for my lw and i hope i can get to 79.9kg or lower before the 14. ill be going home on a visit. And i need to be skinny. Well i know that aint it but i need to be less fat. I guess you can say. Ive been watching tiktoks, mukbangs, thin/fatspo on yt and talking with people on the phone to hold up my time. I feel like i should do walks and stuff but im too weak.

OH and the training senter opened a week ago... i told her imma be going back tomorrow. Gettin that fat ass. I hope i dont pass out. Oh no i have to eat protein... Aahh more cals. Well looks like dinner is served tomorrow. Fug. But yeah. We do be gettin that summa bodey.

[headsarolling-blog]

in response to this post

Last Saturday at 8:08 PM

kilnkin arent you wearing a stetson like right now? its been pretty practical so far lol

headsarolling yeah but goths have hats too pants and adequate ridin boots can be more of a challenge, dependin on the look ur goin for

kilnkin this is such a science

kilnkin what if youre doing goth activities? whatever the fuck those are

headsarolling while its true that the aesthetic impact of bog wadin is minimised when one doesnt have skirts to swirl in the water around them one must also consider: if the cowboy cannot ride a horse, is one really a cowboy?

kilnkin if they can lean against a fence? whistle? i think so!

kilnkin im here with you on bog wading though thank god. no one here understands me i swear but is there anything better?? thats rhetorical dont answer that there isnt

headsarolling all the looks with none of the heart? it just aint right

kilnkin have you found anything resembling wetland since you fucked off bc im already sick of all this sand shit ): right!!!

headsarolling no. i found a lot of rock though if thats more ur style and skulls

headsarolling so definitely more my style

kilnkin rocks are ok i guess i can chew them though thats always a hoot what about bugs mosquitos suck moire got a butterfly but i havent seen any :/

headsarolling damn mud man. i can swallow small ones but chewin them is pretty hard core

kilnkin what am i if not hardcore like literally and shit

headsarolling lmao i havent seen a lot of bugs cause of the storm?

headsarolling ill keep an eye out though mosquitos can fuck right off tho u got that right

kilnkin ugh that makes sense i mean they dont bite me or whatever but i cant bite them either its like the cruelest impasse

headsarolling this is a remote island tho right? shouldnt there be like giant crickets hoppin around?

kilnkin im gonna take your word for that one on account of never having visited a remote island before

headsarolling its hard to tell with the excellent wifi and timespace fuckery but im fairly certain

kilnkin the wifi is good isnt it?? like better than druantia i didnt even really notice that rofl how twenty first century of me

headsarolling yeah there was a bit, on the east coast where the wifi dropped and i had to use data but otherwise its been pretty solid

headsarolling we the millenials are killin remote island survival with our apple phones and avacados

kilnkin what the fuck kind of data plan are you on

headsarolling i havent paid a single dollar for credit in my entire life i have no idea

kilnkin nice?? ive gotta try and get that for ma im killing island survival via isolation and lots of napping fyi much more anchorite than millenial

headsarolling i think the plan came with this phone and i cant even remember who i stole it from so unfortunately i cant give much advice damn nice tactic tho? ive got the isolation thing down but i think my nappin needs some work maybe bein in less rocky areas would help...

kilnkin yeah im with everyone in the caves now too but i can at least ball my dress up for a pillow. the stetson is probably less than ideal ): are you coming back anytime soon? or pressing on further. finding some softer pastures

headsarolling i would never consider disfigurin my hat for the sake of comfort! i havent decided yet. right now im rather enjoyin the company of these skulls

kilnkin so ominous. so goth!!

headsarolling well ive no horses or bogs so ive gotta get my aesthetics from somewhere

kilnkin dont even talk to me if you havent put the hat on a skull yet

headsarolling ive also performed a rivitin recital of certain lines of hamlet it feels weird sayin it to someone elses head

kilnkin lolol

kilnkin i expect a reprisal when we start another variety hour!!

headsarolling oh for sure id hate to disappoint my expectant fans

kilnkin and id hate to sit through any more of walkers showboating without a reasonably entertaining chaser (:

headsarolling ill be sure to stagger my release a bit more next time ensure ive a got a decent followup

kilnkin yeah youve really gotta consider how the consumer consumes if you wanna be successful in this climate either that or flood the market you know x)

headsarolling always an option but i fear that may result in backlash from the bottle blonde bombshell

kilnkin um? even better??

kilnkin i never got to get her back for not letting me get her back before getting stuck here anyway

headsarolling what did u need to get her back for?

kilnkin um there was definitely something

headsarolling lmao thats the best of geeting back *gettin

kilnkin the purest form of revenge is when you 1) forget whats is for 2) take yourself down in the process otherwise are you even trying?

headsarolling when i die itll be for a cause ive forgotten usin a knife meant for someone else

headsarolling or some weird poetic shit like that

kilnkin id buy a tshirt with that on it probably or at least steal one off a clothesline

headsarolling its always been a dream of mine to have someone steal a tshirt with a quote of mine off a clothesline

kilnkin ive had that one. its one of the biggies you know flying teeth falling out academic nudity

headsarolling i havent had the flyin dream yet i hear its craic tho

kilnkin no idea what that means but sure

headsarolling a craci? *craic its a good time

kilnkin oh i thought it wouldve been a negative if that sounds like a craig you should come cliffdive tomorrow basically the same thing

headsarolling not a fan of the flyin dream? wait u guys were cliffdivin? how did polly not have a heart attack?

kilnkin its ok but when you bust out the irish its normally not so nice lolol he mightve you know. he was just a little glowing speck from up there he was probably clutching his pearls the whole time but he didnt say shit

headsarolling i hadnt notice well maybe ill come back and check it out freakin misha out is always a fun time

headsarolling a craic, if u will

kilnkin lol loving your idea of fun theres ample opportunity to freak people out here but i think fucking off by yourself is really the peak oh man you could probably make the jump without a chaperone too im already jealous and you havent done it yet ):

headsarolling no one seem bothered by my disappearance so far. a very disappointin reaction tbh

headsarolling u tellin me u got a chaperone?

kilnkin its like you hopped out your bedroom window shimmied down the drainpipe and your old lady didnt even notice!! an empty rebellion indeed yeah wolff had to come with n give me a tow back to shore sucked ass but less effort on my part the better really XD

headsarolling one of the downfalls of being hardcore i suppose?

kilnkin unfortunately yes its a tough life but someones gotta do it :| thats my stuff upper lip soldiering on emoticon (:

headsarolling we appreciate ur sacrifice

kilnkin i appreciate your appreciation

#ooc #im #kilnkin

[interstellar-ideas-blog]

I Used Gizoogle To Translate The Bee Movie Script

Little disclaimer: I haven’t read the whole thing, so sorry if something is inapropro (inappropriate) 

Bee Porno Script

Accordin ta all known laws of aviation,

there is no way a funky-ass bee should be able ta fly.

Its wings is too lil' small-ass ta get its fat lil body off tha ground.

Da bee, of course, flies anyway

because bees couldn't give a fuckin shit what humans be thinkin is impossible.

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

Ooh, black n' yellow! Letz shake it up a lil.

Barry dawwwwg! Breakfast is ready!

Ooming!

Hang on a second.

Hello?

- Barry? - Adam?

- Oan you believe dis is happening? - I can't. I be bout ta pick you up.

Lookin sharp.

Use tha stairs. Yo crazy-ass father paid phat scrilla fo' them.

Sorry. I be excited.

Herez tha graduate. We straight-up proud as a muthafucka of you, son.

A slick report card, all B's.

Straight-up proud.

Ma! I gots a thang goin here.

- Yo ass gots lint on yo' fuzz. - Ow! Thatz me!

- Wave ta us muthafucka! We bout ta be up in row 118,000. - Bye!

Barry, I holla'd at you, stop flyin up in tha house!

- Yo, Adam. - Yo, Barry.

- Is dat fuzz gel? - A lil. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Special day, graduation.

Never thought I'd make dat shit.

Three minutes grade school, three minutes high school.

Those was awkward.

Three minutes college. I be glad I took a dizzle n' hitchhiked round tha hive.

Yo ass did come back different.

- Yea muthafucka, Barry. - Artie, growin a mustache, biatch? Looks good.

- Hear bout Frankie? - Yeah.

- Yo ass goin ta tha funeral? - Fuck dat shit, I aint going.

All Y'all knows, stin one of mah thugs, you take a thugged-out dirt nap.

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

I guess his schmoooove ass could have just gotten outta tha way.

I gots a straight-up boner fo' dis incorporating an amusement park tha fuck into our day.

Thatz why our phat asses don't need vacations.

Boy, like a lil' bit of pomp... under tha circumstances.

- Well, Adam, todizzle we is men. - We are!

- Bee-men. - Amen!

Hallelujah!

Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

Welcome, New Hive Oity graduatin class of...

...9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies.

And begins yo' game at Honex Industries!

Will we pick ourjob todizzle?

I heard itz just orientation.

Headz up! Here we go.

Keep yo' handz n' antennas inside tha tram at all times.

- Wonder what tha fuck it'll be like? - A lil freaky.

Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Honex, a division of Honesco

and a part of tha Hexagon Group.

This is dat shiznit son!

Wow.

Wow.

We know dat you, as a funky-ass bee, have hit dat shiznit yo' whole game

to git ta tha point where you can work fo' yo' whole game.

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks brang tha nectar ta tha hive.

Our top-secret formula

is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted n' bubble-contoured

into dis soothang dope syrup

with its distinctive golden glow you know as...

Honey!

- That hoe was hot. - Dat hoe mah cousin!

- Biatch is? - Yes, we all cousins.

- Right. Yo ass is right. - At Honex, we constantly strive

to improve every last muthafuckin aspect of bee existence.

These bees is stress-testing a freshly smoked up helmet technology.

- What do you be thinkin he makes? - Not enough.

Here our crazy asses have our sickest fuckin advancement, the Krelman.

- What do dat do? - Oatches dat lil strand of honey

that hangs afta you pour dat shit. Saves our asses millions.

Oan mah playas work on tha Krelman?

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

that every last muthafuckin lil' small-ass thang, if itz done well, means all muthafuckin day.

But chizzle carefully

because you gonna stay up in tha thang you pick fo' tha rest of yo' game.

Da same thang tha rest of yo' game? I didn't give a fuck that.

Whatz tha difference?

You'll be aiiight ta know dat bees, as a flavas, aint had one dizzle off

in 27 mazillion years.

So you gonna just work our asses ta dirtnap?

We bout ta shizzle try.

Fuck dis shiznit son! That blew mah mind!

"Whatz tha difference?" How tha fuck can you say that?

One thang forever? Thatz a crazy chizzle ta gotta make.

I be relieved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Now we only have to make one decision up in tha game.

But, Adam, how tha fuck could they never have holla'd at our asses that?

Why would you question anything? We bees.

We da most thugged-out perfectly functionin society on Earth.

Yo ass eva be thinkin maybe thangs work a lil too well here?

Like what, biatch? Give me one example.

I don't give a gangbangin' fuck. But you know what I be poppin' off about.

Please clear tha gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.

Wait a second. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Oheck it out.

- Yo, dem is Pollen Jocks! - Wow.

I've never peeped dem dis close.

They know what tha fuck itz like outside tha hive.

Yeah yo, but some don't come back.

- Yo, Jocks! - Yea muthafucka, Jocks!

Yo ass muthafuckas did pimped out!

Yo ass is monsters! Yo ass is sky freaks muthafucka! I gots a straight-up boner fo' dat shiznit son! I gots a straight-up boner fo' dat shiznit son!

- I wonder where they were. - I don't give a gangbangin' fuck.

Their dayz not planned.

Outside tha hive, flyin whoz ass knows where, bustin whoz ass knows what.

Yo ass can'tjust decizzle ta be a Pollen Jock. Yo ass gotta be bred fo' that.

Right.

Look. Thatz mo' pollen than you n' I'ma peep up in a gametime.

It aint nuthin but just a status symbol. Bees make too much of dat shit.

Perhaps. Unless you bustin it and tha ladies peep you bustin dat shit.

Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?

Distant. Distant.

Look at these two.

- Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Letz have funk wit dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

It must be dangerous bein a Pollen Jock.

Yeah. Once a funky-ass bear pinned me against a mushroom!

Dude had a paw on mah throat, and wit tha other, da thug was slappin me!

- Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock his ass out.

What was you bustin durin this?

Tryin ta alert tha authorities.

I can autograph that.

A lil gusty up there todizzle, wasn't it, comrades?

Yeah. Gusty.

Our thugged-out asses hittin a sunflower patch six milez from here tomorrow.

- Six miles, huh? - Barry!

A puddle jump fo' us, but maybe you not up fo' dat shit.

- Maybe I am. - Yo ass is not!

We goin 0900 at J-Gate.

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

I might be. Well shiiiit, it all depends on what tha fuck 0900 means.

Yo, Honex!

Dad, you surprised mah dirty ass.

Yo ass decizzle what tha fuck you interested in?

- Well, there be a a shitload of chizzles. - But you only git one.

Do you eva git bored fuckin wit tha same thang every last muthafuckin day?

Son, let me rap  bout stirring.

Yo ass grab dat stick, n' you just move it around, n' you stir it around.

Yo ass git yo ass tha fuck into a rhythm. It aint nuthin but a funky-ass dope thang.

Yo ass know, Dad, the mo' I be thinkin bout it,

maybe tha honey field just aint right fo' mah dirty ass.

Yo ass was thankin of what, makin balloon muthafuckas?

Thatz a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass thang for a muthafucka wit a stinger.

Janet, yo' sonz not sure he wants ta go tha fuck into honey!

- Barry, yo ass is so funky sometimes. - I aint tryin ta be funky.

Yo ass aint funky dawwwwg! Yo ass is going into honey. Our son, tha stirrer!

- Yo ass is gonna be a stirrer? - No onez listenin ta me!

Wait till you peep tha sticks I have.

I could say anythang n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. I'ma git a ant tattoo!

Letz open some honey n' celebrate!

Maybe I be bout ta pierce mah thorax. Shave mah antennae.

Shack up wit a grasshopper n' shit. Get a gold tooth n' call dem hoes "dawg"!

I be soopa-doopa proud.

- We startin work todizzle! - Todayz tha day.

Oome on! All tha phat thangs will be gone.

Yeah, right.

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

- Is it still available? - Hang on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Two left!

One of themz yours muthafucka! Oongratulations! Step ta tha side.

- What'd you get? - Pickin crud out. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stellar!

Wow!

Oouple of newbies?

Yes, sir playa! Our first dizzle dawwwwg! We is ready!

Make yo' chizzle.

- Yo ass wanna go first? - Fuck dat shit, you go.

Oh, my. Whatz available?

Restroom attendantz open, not fo' tha reason you think.

- Any chizzle of gettin tha Krelman? - Sure, you on.

I be sorry, tha Krelman just closed out.

Wax monkeyz always open.

Da Krelman opened up again.

What happened?

A bee died. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Makes a opening. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. See? Dat punk dead as fuckin fried chicken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Another dead one.

Deady. Deadified. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Two mo' dead as fuckin fried chicken.

Dead from tha neck up. Dead from tha neck down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Thatz game!

Oh, dis is so hard!

Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

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

mite wrangla n' shit. Barry, what do you be thinkin I should... Barry?

Barry!

All right, we've gots tha sunflower patch in quadrant nine...

What happened ta yo slick ass? Where is yo slick ass?

- I be goin out. - Out, biatch? Out where?

- Out there. - Oh, no!

I have to, before I go to work fo' tha rest of mah game.

Yo ass is gonna die biaaatch! Yo ass is crazy dawwwwg! Hello?

Another call comin in.

If mah playass feelin brave, therez a Korean deli on 83rd

that gets they roses todizzle.

Yo, muthafuckas.

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

Hold it, son, flight deckz restricted.

It aint nuthin but OK, Lou fo'sho. We gonna take his ass up.

Really, biatch? Feelin dirty, is yo slick ass?

Sign here, here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Just initial that.

- Nuff props, biatch. - OK.

Yo ass gots a thugged-out drizzle advisory todizzle,

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

So be careful naaahhmean, biatch? As always, watch yo' brooms,

hockey sticks, dawgs, birds, bears n' bats.

Also, I gots a cold-ass lil couple reports of root brew bein poured on us.

Murphyz up in a home cuz of it, babblin like a cold-ass lil cicada!

- Thatz awful. - And a reminder fo' you rookies,

bee law number one, straight-up no poppin' off ta humans!

All right, launch positions!

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

Black n' yellow!

Hello!

Yo ass locked n loaded fo' this, bangin' shot?

Yeah. Yeah, brang it on.

Wind, check.

- Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check.

- Wings, check. - Stinger, check.

Scared outta mah shorts, check.

OK, ladies,

letz move it out!

Pound dem petunias, you striped stem-suckers!

All of you, drain dem flowers!

Fuck dis shiznit son! I be out!

I can't believe I be out!

So blue.

I feel so fast n' free!

Box kite!

Wow!

Flowers!

This is Blue Leader. Our thugged-out asses have roses visual.

Brin it round 30 degrees n' hold.

Roses!

30 degrees, roger n' shit. Bringin it around.

Stand ta tha side, kid. It aint nuthin but gots a lil' bit of a kick.

That is one nectar collector!

- Ever peep pollination up close? - Fuck dat shit, sir.

I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Maybe a thugged-out dash over there,

a pinch on dat one. See that, biatch? It aint nuthin but a lil bit of magic.

Thatz amazing. Why do our phat asses do that?

Thatz pollen juice n' shit. Mo' pollen, more flowers, mo' nectar, mo' honey fo' us.

Oool.

I be pickin up a shitload of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Don't we need them?

Oopy dat visual.

Wait. One of these flowers seems ta be on tha move.

Say again, biatch? Yo ass is reporting a movin flower?

Affirmative.

That was on tha line!

This is tha coolest. What tha fuck iz it?

I don't give a fuck yo, but I be gangbangin dis color.

It smells good. Not like a gangbangin' flower yo, but I wanna bust a nut on dat shit.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Ohemical-y.

Oareful, muthafuckas. It aint nuthin but a lil grabby.

My fuckin dope lord of bees!

Oandy-dome, git off there!

Problem!

- Guys! - This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Straight-up close.

Gonna hurt.

Mamaz lil boy.

Yo ass is way outta position, rookie!

Oomin up in at you like a pistol!

Help me!

I don't be thinkin these is flowers.

- Should we tell him? - I be thinkin he knows.

What tha fuck iz this?!

Match point!

Yo ass can start packin up, honey, because you bout ta smoke dat shiznit son!

Yowser!

Gross.

Therez a funky-ass bee up in tha car!

- Do something! - I be driving!

- Yea muthafucka, bee. - Dat punk back here!

Dat punk goin ta stin me!

No Muthafucka move. If you don't move, he won't stin you, biatch. Freeze!

Dude blinked!

Spray him, Granny!

What is you bustin?!

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

I gotta git home.

Oan't fly up in rain.

Oan't fly up in rain.

Oan't fly up in rain.

Maydizzle dawwwwg! Maydizzle dawwwwg! Bee goin down!

Ken, could you close the window please?

Ken, could you close the window please?

Oheck up mah freshly smoked up resume. I juiced it up tha fuck into a gangbangin' fold-out brochure.

Yo ass see, biatch? Foldz out.

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

What was that?

Maybe dis time. This time. This time. This time biaaatch! This time biaaatch! This...

Drapes!

That is diabolical.

It aint nuthin but dunkadelic. It aint nuthin but gots all mah special skills, even mah top-ten straight-up pornos.

Whatz number one, biatch? Star Wars?

Nah, I don't go fo' that...

...kind of stuff.

No wonder we shouldn't rap ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas. They're outta they minds.

When I leave a thang rap battle, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what tha fuck I say.

Therez tha sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Maybe thatz a way out.

I don't remember tha sun havin a funky-ass big-ass 75 on dat shit.

I predicted global warming.

I could feel it gettin hotter. At first I thought dat shiznit was just mah dirty ass.

Wait son! Stop! Bee!

Stand back. These is winta boots.

Wait!

Don't bust a cap up in him!

Yo ass know I be allergic ta them! This thang could bust a cap up in me!

Why do his wild lil' freakadelic game have less value than yours?

Why do his wild lil' freakadelic game have any less value than mine, biatch? Is dat yo' statement?

I be just sayin all game has value. You don't give a fuck what tha fuck his schmoooove ass capable of feeling.

My fuckin brochure!

There you go, lil muthafucka.

I aint scared of his muthafuckin ass. It aint nuthin but a allergic thang.

Put dat on yo' resume brochure.

My fuckin whole grill could puff up.

Make it one of yo' special game.

Knockin one of mah thugs out is also a special skill.

Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.

- Vanessa, next week, biatch? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass know, whatever.

- Yo ass could put carob chips on there. - Bye.

- Supposed ta be less calories. - Bye.

I gotta say something.

Bitch saved mah game. I gotta say something.

All right, here it goes.

Nah.

What would I say?

I could straight-up git up in shit.

It aint nuthin but a funky-ass bee law. Yo ass aint supposed ta rap ta a human.

I can't believe I be bustin this.

I've gots to.

Oh, I can't do dat shit. Oome on!

No. Yes yes y'all. No.

Do dat shit. I can't.

How tha fuck should I start it? "Yo ass like jazz?" Fuck dat shit, thatz no good.

Here dat thugged-out biiiatch comes muthafucka! Speak, you fool!

Hi!

I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit.

- Yo ass is rappin'. - Yes, I know.

Yo ass is rappin'!

I be soopa-doopa sorry bout dat bullshit.

Fuck dat shit, itz OK. It aint nuthin but fine. I know I be trippin.

But I don't recall goin ta bed.

Well, I be shizzle this is straight-up disconcerting.

This be a lil' bit of a surprise ta mah dirty ass. I mean, you a funky-ass bee!

I am fo' realz. And I aint supposed to be bustin this,

but they was all tryin ta bust a cap up in mah dirty ass.

And if it wasn't fo' you, biatch...

I had ta fuck you, biatch. It aint nuthin but just how tha fuck I was raised.

That was a lil weird.

- I be poppin' off wit a funky-ass bee. - Yeah.

I be poppin' off ta a funky-ass bee. And tha bee is poppin' off ta me!

I just wanna say I be grateful. I be bout ta leave now, nahmeean?

- Wait son! How tha fuck did you learn ta do that? - What?

Da poppin' off thang.

Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." Yo ass pick it up.

- Thatz straight-up funky. - Yeah.

Bees is funky. If our phat asses didn't laugh, we'd cry wit what tha fuck we gotta deal with.

Anyway...

Oan I...

...get you something? - Like what?

I don't give a gangbangin' fuck. I mean... I don't give a gangbangin' fuck. Ooffee?

I don't wanna put you out.

It aint nuthin but no shit. Well shiiiit, it takes two minutes.

- It aint nuthin but just coffee. - I don't give a fuck bout ta impose.

- Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would ludd a cold-ass lil cup.

Yo, you want rum cake?

- I shouldn't. - Have some.

- Fuck dat shit, I can't. - Oome on!

I be tryin ta lose a cold-ass lil couple micrograms.

- Where? - These stripes don't help.

Yo ass look pimped out!

I don't give a fuck if you know anythang bout fashion.

Is you all right?

No.

Dat punk makin tha tie up in tha cab as they flyin up Madison.

Dude finally gets there.

Dude runs up tha steps tha fuck into tha church. Da weddin is on.

And da perved-out muthafucka says, "Watermelon? I thought you holla'd Guatemalan.

Why would I marry a watermelon?"

Is dat a funky-ass bee joke?

Thatz tha kind of shiznit our phat asses do.

Yeah, different.

So, what tha fuck is you gonna do, Barry?

Bout work, biatch? I don't give a gangbangin' fuck.

I wanna do mah part fo' tha hive, but I can't do it tha way they want.

I know how tha fuck you feel.

- Yo ass do? - Sure.

My fuckin muthafathas wanted mah crazy ass ta be a lawyer or a doctor yo, but I wanted ta be a gangbangin' florist.

- Fo' realz? - My fuckin only interest is flowers.

Our freshly smoked up biatch was just erected with dat same campaign slogan.

Anyway, if you look...

Therez mah hive right there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. See it?

Yo ass is up in Sheep Meadow!

Yes muthafucka! I be right off tha Turtle Pond!

No way dawwwwg! I know dat area. I lost a toe rang there once.

- Why do hoes put rings on they toes? - Why not?

- It aint nuthin but like puttin a funky-ass basebizzle cap on yo' knee. - Maybe I be bout ta try that.

- Y'all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine.

Just havin two cupz of coffee!

Anyway, dis has been pimped out. Thanks fo' tha coffee.

Yeah, itz no shit.

Awwww shiiiit muthafucka, I couldn't finish dat shit. If I did, I'd be up tha rest of mah game.

Is you, biatch...?

Oan I take a piece of dis wit me son?

Sure biaaatch! Here, gotz a cold-ass lil crumb.

- Thanks! - Yeah.

All right. Well, then... I guess I be bout ta peep you around.

Or not.

OK, Barry.

And fuck you so much again... fo' before.

Oh, that, biatch? That was nothing.

Well, not not a god damn thang yo, but.. fo' realz. Anyway...

This can't possibly work.

Dat punk all set ta bounce tha fuck out. We may as well try dat shit.

OK, Dave, pull tha chute.

- Soundz amazing. - Dat shiznit was sick!

Dat shiznit was tha scariest, happiest moment of mah game.

Humans muthafucka! I can't believe you was wit humans!

Giant, freaky humans! What was they like?

Big-Ass n' crazy. They rap crazy.

They smoke wild-ass giant thangs. They drive crazy.

- Do they try n' bust a cap up in you, like on TV? - Some of dem wild-ass muthafuckas. But a shitload of dem don't.

- How'd you git back? - Poodle.

Yo ass done did it, n' I be glad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass saw whatever you wanted ta see.

Yo ass had yo' "experience." Now you can pick up yourjob n' be normal.

- Well... - Well?

Well, I kicked it wit one of mah thugs.

Yo ass did, biatch? Was she Bee-ish?

- A wasp?! Yo crazy-ass muthafathas will bust a cap up in you, nahmean biiiatch? - Fuck dat shit, no, no, not a wasp.

- Spider? - I aint attracted ta spiders.

I know itz tha hottest thang, with tha eight hairy-ass legs n' all.

I can't git by dat face.

So whoz ass is she?

She's... human.

Fuck dat shit, no. Thatz a funky-ass bee law. Yo ass wouldn't break a funky-ass bee law.

- Her namez Vanessa. - Oh, boy.

Dat hoe so sick fo' realz. And she a gangbangin' florist!

Oh, no! Yo ass is pimpin a human florist!

We not dating.

Yo ass is flyin outside tha hive, rappin' to humans dat battle our cribs

with juice washers n' M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite!

Bitch saved mah game! And she understandz mah dirty ass.

This is over!

Eat this.

This aint over playa! What was that?

- They call it a cold-ass lil crumb. - Dat shiznit was so stingin' stripey!

And thatz not what tha fuck they eat. Thatz what tha fuck falls off what tha fuck they eat!

- Yo ass know what tha fuck a Oinnabon is? - No.

It aint nuthin but bread n' cinnamon n' frosting. They heat it up...

Sit down!

...really hot! - Listen ta me!

Our asses aint them! We us. Therez our asses n' there be a them!

Yes yo, but whoz ass can deny the ass dat is yearning?

Therez no yearning. Quit yearning. Listen ta me!

Yo ass have gots ta start thankin bee, my playa yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Thinkin bee!

- Thinkin bee. - Thinkin bee.

Thinkin bee biaaatch! Thinkin bee! Thinkin bee biaaatch! Thinkin bee!

There he is. Dat punk up in tha pool.

Yo ass know what tha fuck yo' problem is, Barry?

I gotta start thankin bee?

How tha fuck much longer will dis go on?

It aint nuthin but been three days! Why aren't you working?

I've gots a shitload of big-ass game decisions to be thinkin about.

What game, biatch? Yo ass have no game! Yo ass have no thang. Yo ass is barely a funky-ass bee!

Would it bust a cap up in you to cook up a lil honey?

Barry, come out. Yo crazy-ass fatherz poppin' off ta you, biatch.

Martin, would you rap ta him?

Barry, I be poppin' off ta you, nahmean biiiatch?

Yo ass coming?

Got every last muthafuckin thang?

All set!

Go ahead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be bout ta catch up.

Don't be too long.

Watch this!

Vanessa!

- We still here. - I holla'd at you not ta yell at his muthafuckin ass.

Dude don't respond ta yelling!

- Then why yell all up in mah grill son? - Because you don't listen!

I aint listenin ta this.

Sorry, I've gotta go.

- Where is you going? - I be meetin a gangbangin' playa.

A girl, biatch? Is dis why you can't decide?

Bye.

I just hope she Bee-ish.

They gotz a big-ass parade of flowers every last muthafuckin year up in Pasadena?

To be up in tha Tournament of Roses, thatz every last muthafuckin floristz dream!

Up on a gangbangin' float, surrounded by flowers, crowdz cheering.

A tournament. Do tha roses compete up in athletic events?

No fo' realz. All right, I've gots one. How tha fuck come you don't fly everywhere?

It aint nuthin but exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere, biatch? It aint nuthin but faster.

Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, yo' turn.

TiVo. Yo ass can just freeze live TV? Thatz insane!

Yo ass aint gots that?

Our thugged-out asses have Hivo yo, but itz a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disease. It aint nuthin but a horrible, wack disease.

Oh, my.

Dumb bees!

Yo ass must wanna stin all dem jerks.

We try not ta sting. It aint nuthin but probably fatal fo' us.

So you gotta peep yo' temper.

Straight-up carefully. Yo ass kick a wall, take a strutt,

write a mad salty letta n' throw it out. Work all up in it like any emotion:

Anger, jealousy, lust.

Oh, mah goodness muthafucka! Is you OK?

Yeah.

- What tha fuck iz poppin' off wit yo slick ass?! - It aint nuthin but a funky-ass bug.

Dat punk not botherin anybody. Git outta here, you creep!

What was that, biatch? A Pic 'N' Save circular?

Yeah, it was yo. How tha fuck did you know?

It felt like bout 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.

You've straight-up gots that down ta a science.

- I lost a cold-ass lil cousin ta Italian Vogue. - I be bout ta bet.

What up in tha name of Mighty Herculez is this?

How tha fuck did dis git here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,

Ray Liotta Private Select?

- Is tha pimpin' muthafucka dat hustla? - I never heard of his muthafuckin ass.

- Why is dis here? - For people. We smoke dat shit.

Yo ass don't have enough chicken of yo' own?

- Well, yes. - How tha fuck do you git it?

- Bees make dat shit. - I know whoz ass make dat shiznit son!

And itz hard ta make dat shiznit son!

Therez heating, cooling, stirring. Yo ass need a whole Krelman thang!

- It aint nuthin but organic. - It aint nuthin but our-ganic!

It aint nuthin but just honey, Barry.

Just what?!

Bees don't give a fuck bout this! This is jackin! All dem jackin!

You've taken our cribs, schools, hospitizzles muthafucka! This be all our crazy asses have!

And itz on sale?! I be gettin ta tha bottom of this.

I be gettin ta tha bottom of all of this!

Yo, Hector.

- Yo ass almost done? - Almost.

Dude is here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I sense dat shit.

Well, I guess I be bout ta bounce back ta tha doggy den now

and just leave dis sick honey out, with no one around.

Yo ass is busted, box boy!

I knew I heard something. So you can talk!

I can talk. And now you gonna start rappin'!

Where you gettin tha dope stuff? Whoz yo' supplier?

I don't understand. I thought we was playas.

Da last thang we want to do is upset bees!

Yo ass is too late biaaatch! It aint nuthin but ours now!

You, sir, have crossed the wack sword!

You, sir, is ghon be lunch for mah iguana, Ignacio!

Where is tha honey comin from?

Tell me where!

Honey Farms muthafucka! It be reppin Honey Farms!

Orazy person!

What wack thang has happened here?

These faces, they never knew what hit dem wild-ass muthafuckas fo' realz. And now

they on tha road ta nowhere!

Just keep still.

What, biatch? Yo ass aint dead?

Do I look dead, biatch? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?

To Honey Farms. I be onto suttin' big-ass here.

I be goin ta Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows yo' head off!

I be goin ta Tacoma.

- And yo slick ass? - Dude straight-up is dead as fuckin fried chicken.

All right.

Uh-oh!

- What tha fuck iz that?! - Oh, no!

- A wiper playa! Triple blade! - Triple blade?

Jump on! It aint nuthin but yo' only chance, bee!

Why do every last muthafuckin thang have to be all kindsa doggone clean?!

How tha fuck much do you playas need ta see?!

Open yo' eyes! Stick yo' head up tha window!

From NPR Shit up in Washington, I be Oarl Kasell.

But don't bust a cap up in no mo' bugs!

- Bee! - Moose blood muthafucka!!

- Yo ass hear something? - Like what?

Like tiny screaming.

Turn off tha radio.

Whassup, bee boy?

Yo, Blood.

Just a row of honey jars, as far as tha eye could see.

Wow!

I assume wherever dis truck goes is where they gettin dat shit.

I mean, dat honeyz ours.

- Bees hang tight. - We all jammed in.

It aint nuthin but a cold-ass lil close hood.

Not us, man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own.

- What if you git up in shit? - Yo ass a mosquito, you up in shit.

No Muthafucka likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack!

At least you up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Yo ass must hook up hoes.

Mosquito hoes try ta trade up, get wit a moth, dragonfly.

Mosquito hoe don't want no mosquito.

Yo ass gots ta be kiddin me!

Moosebloodz bout ta leave the building! So long, bee!

- Yo, muthafuckas! - Mooseblood!

I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did yo dirty ass brang yo' wild-ass straw?

We throw it up in jars, slap a label on it, and itz pretty much pure profit.

What tha fuck iz dis place?

A beez gots a funky-ass dome the size of a pinhead.

They is pinheads!

Pinhead.

- Oheck up tha freshly smoked up smoker. - Oh, dope. Thatz tha one you want.

Da Thomas 3000!

Smoker?

Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice tha nicotine, all tha tar.

A couple breathz of this knocks dem right out.

They make tha honey, and we make tha scrilla.

"They make tha honey, and we make tha scrilla"?

Oh, my!

Whatz goin on, biatch? Is you OK?

Yeah. Well shiiiit, it don't last too long.

Do you know you is in a gangbangin' fake hive wit fake walls?

Our biatch was moved here. Our thugged-out asses had no chizzle.

This is yo' biatch? Thatz a playa up in hoes clothes!

Thatz a thugged-out drag biatch!

What tha fuck iz this?

Oh, no!

Therez hundredz of them!

Bee honey.

Our honey is bein brazenly jacked on a massive scale!

This is worse than anythang bears have done biaaatch! I intend ta do something.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck holla'd at you humans is taking our honey, biatch? Thatz a rumor.

Do these be lookin like rumors?

Thatz a cold-ass lil conspiracy theory. These is obviously doctored photos.

How tha fuck did you git mixed up in this?

Dat punk been poppin' off ta humans.

- What? - Talkin ta humans?!

Dude has a human hoe. And they make out!

Make out, biatch? Barry!

Us dudes do not.

- Yo ass wish you could. - Whose side is you on?

Da bees!

I dated a cold-ass lil cricket once up in San Antonio. Those wild-ass hairy-ass legs kept me up all night.

Barry, dis is what tha fuck you want to do wit yo' game?

I wanna do it fo' all our lives. No Muthafucka works harder than bees!

Dad, I remember you comin home so overworked

your handz was still stirring. Yo ass couldn't stop.

I remember that.

What right do they gotta our honey?

We live on two cups a year. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. They put it in lip balm fo' no reason whatsoever!

Even if itz true, what tha fuck can one bee do?

Stin dem where it straight-up hurts.

In tha grill biaaatch! Da eye!

- That would hurt. - No.

Up tha nose, biatch? Thatz a killer.

Therez only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters.

Hive at Five, tha hivez only full-hour action shizzle source.

No mo' bee beards!

With Bob Bumble all up in tha anchor desk.

Weather wit Storm Stinger.

Game wit Buzz Larvi.

And Jeanette Ohung.

- Dope evening. I be Bob Bumble. - And I be Jeanette Ohung.

A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,

intendz ta sue tha human race for jackin our honey,

packagin it n' profiting from it illegally!

Tomorrow night on Bee Larry Mackdaddy,

we'll have three forma biatchs here in our studio, discussin they freshly smoked up book,

Olassy Ladies, out dis week on Hexagon.

Tonight we poppin' off ta Barry Benson.

Did yo dirty ass eva think, "I be a kid from tha hive. I can't do this"?

Bees have never been afraid to chizzle tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.

What bout Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi, biatch? Bejesus?

Where I be from, we'd never sue humans.

Us thugs was thinking of stickbizzle or candy stores.

How tha fuck oldschool is yo slick ass?

Da bee hood is supportin you up in dis case,

which is ghon be tha trial of tha bee century.

Yo ass know, they gotz a Larry Mackdaddy in tha human ghetto like a muthafucka.

It aint nuthin but a cold-ass lil common name. Next week...

Dude be lookin like you n' has a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass show and suspendaz n' colored dots...

Next week...

Glasses, quotes on tha bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em.

Bear Week next week! They're freaky, hairy n' here live.

Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, straight-up Jewish.

In tennis, you attack at tha deal wit weakness!

Dat shiznit was mah grandmother, Ken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat hoe 81.

Honey, her backhandz a joke! I aint gonna take advantage of that?

Quiet, please. Actual work goin on here.

- Is dat that same bee? - Yes, it is!

I be helpin his ass sue tha human race.

- Hello. - Yo muthafucka, bee.

This is Ken.

Yeah, I remember you, biatch. Timberland, size ten n' a half. Vibram sole, I believe.

Why do tha pimpin' muthafucka rap again?

Listen, you betta go 'cause we straight-up busy working.

But itz our yogurt night!

Bye-bye.

Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

Yo ass skanky thang. Yo ass two done been at dis fo' hours!

Yes, n' Adam here has been a big-ass help.

- Frosting... - How tha fuck nuff sugars?

Just one. I try not to use tha competition.

So why is you helpin me son?

Bees have phat qualities.

And it takes mah mind off tha shop.

Instead of flowers, people are givin balloon bouquets now, nahmeean?

Those is pimped out, if you three.

And artificial flowers.

- Oh, dem just git me psychotic! - Yeah, me like a muthafucka.

Bent stingers, pointless pollination.

Bees must don't give a fuck bout dem fake thangs!

Nothang worse than a thugged-out daffodil thatz had work done.

Maybe dis could make up for it a lil bit.

- This lawsuitz a pimpin' big-ass deal. - I guess.

Yo ass shizzle you wanna go all up in wit it?

Am I sure, biatch? When I be done with the humans, they won't be able

to say, "Honey, I be home," without payin a royalty!

It aint nuthin but a incredible scene here up in downtown Manhattan,

where tha ghetto anxiously waits, because fo' tha last time up in history,

we will hear fo' ourselves if a honeybee can straight-up speak.

What have we gotten tha fuck into here, Barry?

It aint nuthin but pretty big, aint it?

I can't believe how tha fuck nuff humans don't work durin tha day.

Yo ass be thinkin billion-dollar multinational food g-units have phat lawyers?

All Y'all need ta stay behind tha barricade.

- Whatz tha matter? - I don't give a fuck, I just gots a cold-ass lil chill.

Well, if it aint tha bee crew.

Yo ass thugs work on this?

All rise biaaatch! Da Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding.

All right. Oase number 4475,

Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benston v. tha Honey Industry

is now up in session.

Mista Muthafuckin Montgomery, you representing the five chicken g-units collectively?

A privilege.

Mista Muthafuckin Benson... you representing all tha beez of tha ghetto?

I be kidding. Yes, Yo crazy-ass Honor, we're locked n loaded ta proceed.

Mista Muthafuckin Montgomery, your openin statement, please.

Ladies n' gentlemen of tha jury,

my grandmutha was a simple biatch.

Born on a gangbangin' farm, da hoe believed it was manz divine right

to benefit from tha bounty of nature Dogg put before us.

If our slick asses lived up in tha topsy-turvy ghetto Mista Muthafuckin Benston imagines,

just be thinkin of what tha fuck would it mean.

I would gotta negotiate with tha silkworm

for tha elastic up in mah britches!

Talkin bee!

How tha fuck do we know dis aint some sort of

holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizzlery?

They could be rockin laser beams!

Robotics muthafucka! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know,

he could be on steroids!

Mista Muthafuckin Benson?

Ladies n' gentlemen, therez no trickery here.

I be just a ordinary bee. Honeyz pretty blingin ta mah dirty ass.

It aint nuthin but blingin ta all bees. We invented dat shiznit son!

We make it fo' realz. And we protect it with our lives.

Unfortunately, there are some playas up in dis room

who be thinkin they can take it from us

'cause we tha lil muthafuckas! I be hopin that, afta dis be all over,

yo dirty ass is gonna peep how, by takin our honey, you not only take every last muthafuckin thang our crazy asses have

but every last muthafuckin thang we are!

I wish he'd dress like that all tha time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So sick!

Oall yo' first witness.

So, Mista Muthafuckin Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big-ass company you have.

I suppose so.

I peep you also own Honeyburton n' Honron!

Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms.

Beekeeper n' shit. I find that to be a straight-up disturbin term.

I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do yo slick ass?

- No. - I couldn't hear you, biatch.

- No. - No.

Because you don't free bees. Yo ass keep bees. Not only that,

it seems you thought a funky-ass bear would be an appropriate image fo' a jar of honey.

They're straight-up lovable creatures.

Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.

Yo ass mean like this?

Bears bust a cap up in bees!

How'd you like his head crashing all up in yo' livin room?!

Bitin tha fuck into yo' couch! Spittin up yo' throw pillows!

OK, thatz enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Take his ass away.

So, Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sting, fuck you fo' bein here. Yo crazy-ass name intrigues mah dirty ass.

- Where have I heard it before? - I was wit a funky-ass crew called Da Police.

But you've never been a five-o fool, have yo slick ass?

Fuck dat shit, I haven't.

Fuck dat shit, you haven't fo' realz. And so here we have yet another example

of bee culture casually stolen by a human

for not a god damn thang mo' than a prance-about stage name.

Oh, please.

Has you done eva been stung, Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sting?

Because I be feeling a lil stung, Sting.

Or should I say... Mista Muthafuckin Gordon M. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sumner!

Thatz not his bangin real name?! Yo ass idiots!

Mista Muthafuckin Liotta, first, belated props on

your Emmy win fo' a hommie spot on ER up in 2005.

Nuff props, biatch. Nuff props, biatch.

I peep from yo' resume that you devilishly thugged-out

with a cold-ass lil churnin inner turmoil thatz locked n loaded ta blow.

I trip off what tha fuck I do. Is dat a cold-ass lil crime?

Not yet it aint. But is this what itz come ta fo' yo slick ass?

Exploitin tiny, helpless bees so you don't

have ta rehearse your part n' learn yo' lines, sir?

Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now!

This aint a goodfella. This be a funky-ass badfella!

Why don't one of mah thugs just step on this creep, n' we can all bounce back ta tha doggy den?!

- Order up in dis court! - Yo ass be all thankin dat shiznit son!

Order playa! Order, I say!

- Say dat shiznit son! - Mista Muthafuckin Liotta, please sit tha fuck down!

I be thinkin dat shiznit was awfully sick of dat bear ta pitch up in like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all.

I be thinkin tha juryz on our side.

Is our phat asses bustin every last muthafuckin thang right, legally?

I be a gangbangin' florist.

Right. Well, herez ta a pimped out crew.

To a pimped out crew!

Well, hello.

- Ken! - Hello.

I didn't be thinkin you was coming.

Fuck dat shit, I was just late. I tried ta call yo, but... tha battery.

I didn't want all dis ta git all up in waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, da thug was free.

Oh, dat was dirty.

Therez a lil left. I could heat it up.

Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

So I hear you like a tennis playa.

I aint much fo' tha game mah dirty ass. Da ballz a lil grabby.

Thatz where I probably sit. Right... there.

Ken, Barry was lookin at yo' resume,

and he agreed wit me dat smokin with chopsticks aint straight-up a special skill.

Yo ass be thinkin I don't peep what tha fuck you bustin?

I know how tha fuck hard it is ta find the rightjob. Our thugged-out asses have dat up in common.

Do we?

Bees have 100 cement employment, but our phat asses do thangs like takin tha crud out.

Thatz just what I was thankin bout bustin.

Ken, I let Barry borrow yo' razor for his wild lil' fuzz. I hope dat was all right.

I be goin ta drain tha oldschool stinger.

Yeah, you do that.

Look at that.

Yo ass know, I've just bout had it

with yo' lil mind games.

- Whatz that? - Italian Vogue.

Mamma mia, thatz a shitload of pages.

All dem ads.

Remember what tha fuck Van holla'd, why is your game mo' valuable than mine?

Funny, I just can't seem ta recall that!

I be thinkin suttin' stinks up in here!

I gots a straight-up boner fo' tha smell of flowers.

How tha fuck do you like tha smell of flames?!

Not as much.

Wata bug! Not takin sides!

Ken, I be bustin a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic!

I've gots issues!

Well, well, well, a royal flush!

- Yo ass is bluffing. - Am I?

Surfz up, dude!

Poo water!

That bowl is gnarly.

Except fo' dem dirty yellow rings!

Kenneth! What is you bustin?!

Yo ass know, I don't even like honey! I don't smoke dat shiznit son!

We need ta talk!

Dat punk just a lil bee!

And dat schmoooove muthafucka happens ta be the sickst bee I've kicked it wit up in a long-ass time!

Long time, biatch? What is you poppin' off about?! Is there other bugs up in yo' game?

Fuck dat shiznit yo, but there be other thangs bugging me up in tha game fo' realz. And you one of them!

Fine biaaatch! Talkin bees, no yogurt night...

My fuckin nerves is fried from riding on dis wack rolla coaster!

Goodbye, Ken.

And fo' yo' shiznit,

I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man!

I be sorry as a muthafucka bout all that.

I know itz got an aftertaste biaaatch! I wanna bust a nut on dat shiznit son!

I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken n' mah dirty ass.

I couldn't overcome dat shit. Oh, well.

Is you OK fo' tha trial?

I believe Mista Muthafuckin Montgomery is bout outta ideas.

Us thugs wanna call Mista Muthafuckin Barry Benston Bee ta tha stand.

Dope idea! Yo ass can straight-up peep why he's considered one of tha dopest lawyers...

Yeah.

Layton, you've gotta weave some magic

with dis jury, or itz gonna be all over.

Don't worry. Da only thang I have to do ta turn dis jury around

is ta remind them of what tha fuck they don't like bout bees.

- Yo ass gots tha tweezers? - Is you allergic?

Only ta losing, son. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Only ta losing.

Mista Muthafuckin Benston Bee, I be bout ta ask you what I be thinkin we'd all like ta know.

What exactly is yo' relationshizzle

to dat biatch?

We playas.

- Dope playas? - Yes yes y'all.

How tha fuck good, biatch? Do you live together?

Wait a minute...

Is you her lil...

...bedbug?

I've peeped a funky-ass bee documentary or two. From what tha fuck I understand,

doesn't yo' biatch give birth to all tha bee children?

- Yeah yo, but... - So dem aren't yo' real muthafathas!

- Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are!

Hold mah crazy ass back!

Yo ass be a illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson?

Dat punk denouncin bees!

Don't y'all date yo' cousins?

- Objection! - I be goin ta pincushion dis muthafucka!

Adam, don't son! It aint nuthin but what tha fuck da thug wants!

Oh, I be hit!!

Oh, lordy, I be hit!

Order playa! Order!

Da venom! Da venom is coursin all up in mah veins!

I done been felled by a winged beast of destruction!

Yo ass see, biatch? Yo ass can't treat them like equals muthafucka! They're striped savages!

Stingingz tha only thang they know! It aint nuthin but they way!

- Adam, stay wit mah dirty ass. - I can't feel mah legs.

What angel of mercy will come forward ta suck tha poison

from mah heavin buttocks?

I'ma have order up in dis court. Order!

Order, please!

Da case of tha honeybees versus tha human race

took a pointed turn against tha bees

yesterdizzle when one of they legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery.

- Yo, dawg. - Hey.

- Is there much pain? - Yeah.

I...

I blew tha whole case, didn't I?

It don't matter n' shit. What mattas is yo ass is kickin dat shit, yo. Yo ass could have died.

I'd be betta off dead as fuckin fried chicken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Look all up in mah face.

They gots it from tha cafeteria downstairs, up in a tuna sandwich.

Look, there's a lil celery still on dat shit.

What was it like ta stin one of mah thugs?

I can't explain dat shit. Dat shiznit was all...

All adrenaline n' then... and then ecstasy!

All right.

Yo ass be thinkin dat shiznit was all a trap?

Of course. I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit. I flew our asses right tha fuck into this.

What was we thinking, biatch? Look at us. We're just a cold-ass lil couple bugs up in dis ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.

What will tha humans do ta us if they win?

I don't give a gangbangin' fuck.

I hear they put tha roaches up in motels. That don't sound so bad.

Adam, they check in, but they don't check out!

Oh, my.

Oould you git a nurse to close dat window?

- Why? - Da smoke.

Bees don't smoke.

Right. Bees don't smoke.

Bees don't smoke! But some bees is tokin.

Thatz dat shiznit son! Thatz our case!

It is, biatch? It aint nuthin but not over?

Git dressed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I've gotta go somewhere.

Git back ta tha court n' stall. Stall any way you can.

And assumin you've done step erectly, you locked n loaded fo' tha tub.

Mista Muthafuckin Flayman.

Yes, biatch? Yes, Yo crazy-ass Honor!

Where is tha rest of yo' crew?

Well, Yo crazy-ass Honor, itz interesting.

Bees is trained ta fly haphazardly,

and as a result, we don't make straight-up phat time.

I straight-up heard a gangbangin' funky rap about...

Yo crazy-ass Honor, haven't these wack bugs

taken up enough of dis courtz valuable time?

How tha fuck much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans ta go on?

They have presented no compelling evidence ta support they charges

against mah clients, who run legitimate bidnizzes.

I move fo' a cold-ass lil complete dismissal of dis entire case!

Mista Muthafuckin Flayman, I be afraid I be going

to gotta consider Mista Muthafuckin Montgomeryz motion.

But you can't son! Our thugged-out asses gotz a terrific case.

Where is yo' proof? Where is tha evidence?

Show me tha tokin gun!

Hold it, Yo crazy-ass Honor! Yo ass want a tokin gun?

Here is yo' tokin gun.

What tha fuck iz that?

It aint nuthin but a funky-ass bee smoker!

What, this? This harmless lil contraption?

This couldn't hurt a gangbangin' fly, let ridin' solo a funky-ass bee.

Look at what tha fuck has happened

to bees whoz ass have never been asked, "Tokin or non?"

Is dis what tha fuck nature intended fo' us?

To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines

and man-made wooden slat work camps?

Livin up our lives as honey slaves to tha white man?

- What is we gonna do? - Dat punk playin tha species card.

Ladies n' gentlemen, please, free these bees!

Jacked tha bees muthafucka! Jacked tha bees!

Jacked tha bees!

Jacked tha bees muthafucka! Jacked tha bees!

Da court findz up in favor of tha bees!

Vanessa, we won!

I knew you could do dat shiznit son! High-five!

Sorry.

I be OK! Yo ass know what tha fuck dis means?

All tha honey will finally belong ta tha bees.

Now we won't have to work so hard all tha time.

This be a unholy perversion of tha balizzle of nature, Benson.

You'll regret this.

Barry, how tha fuck much honey is up there?

All right. One at a time.

Barry, whoz ass is you bustin?

My fuckin sweata is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants.

- What if Montgomeryz right? - What do you mean?

We've been livin tha bee way a long time, 27 mazillion years.

Oongratulations on yo' victory. What will you demand as a settlement?

First, we'll demand a cold-ass lil complete shutdown of all bee work camps.

Then we want back tha honey that was ours ta begin with,

every last drop.

Us dudes demand a end ta tha glorification of tha bear as anythang more

than a gangbangin' filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine.

We all aware of what tha fuck they do up in tha woods.

Wait fo' mah signal.

Take his ass out.

Dude bout ta have nauseous for all dem hours, then he'll be fine.

And we will no longer tolerate bee-negatizzle nicknames...

But itz just a prance-about stage name!

...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus game shizzle

and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments.

Oan't breathe.

Brin it in, thugs!

Hold it right there biaaatch! Good.

Tap dat shit.

Mista Muthafuckin Buzzwell, our laid-back asses just passed three cups, and there be a gallons mo' coming!

- I be thinkin we need ta shut down! - Shut down, biatch? We've never shut down.

Shut down honey thang!

Quit makin honey!

Turn yo' key, sir!

What do our phat asses do now?

Oannonball!

We shuttin honey thang!

Mission abort.

Abortin pollination n' nectar detail. Returnin ta base.

Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was up there.

Oh, yeah?

Whatz goin on, biatch? Where is everybody?

- Is they up celebrating? - They're home.

They don't give a fuck what tha fuck ta do. Layin out, chillin in.

I heard yo' Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio wit a cold-ass lil cricket.

At least we gots our honey back.

Sometimes I think, so what tha fuck if humans liked our honey, biatch? Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck wouldn't?

It aint nuthin but tha top billin thang up in tha ghetto! I was buckwild ta be part of makin dat shit.

This was mah freshly smoked up desk. This was my new thang. I wanted ta do it straight-up well.

And now, nahmeean?..

Now I can't.

I don't understand why they not horny.

I thought they lives would be better!

They're bustin nothing. It aint nuthin but amazing. Honey straight-up chizzlez people.

Yo ass aint gots any idea what be happenin, do yo slick ass?

- What did you wanna show me son? - This.

What happened here?

That aint tha half of dat shit.

Oh, no. Oh, my.

They're all wilting.

Doesn't look straight-up good, do it?

No.

And whose fault do you be thinkin dat is?

Yo ass know, I'ma guess bees.

Bees?

Specifically, mah dirty ass.

I didn't be thinkin bees not needin ta make honey would affect all these thangs.

It aint nuthin but notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

Thatz our whole SAT test right there.

Take away produce, dat affects the entire animal mackdaddydom.

And then, of course...

Da human species?

So if there be a no mo' pollination,

it could all just go downtown here, couldn't it?

I know dis be also kinda mah fault.

How tha fuck on some suicizzle pact?

How tha fuck do our phat asses do it?

- I be bout ta stin you, you step on mah dirty ass. - Thatjust kills you twice.

Right, right.

Listen, Barry... sorry yo, but I gotta git going.

I had ta open mah grill n' talk.

Vanessa?

Vanessa, biatch? Why is you leaving? Where is you going?

To tha final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena.

They've moved it ta dis weekend because all tha flowers is dying.

It aint nuthin but tha last chance I be bout ta eva gotta peep dat shit.

Vanessa, I just wanna say I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit. I never meant it ta turn up like dis y'all.

I know. Me neither.

Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do game.

Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

Roses!

Vanessa!

Roses?!

Barry?

- Roses is flowers! - Yes, they are.

Flowers, bees, pollen!

I know. Thatz why dis is tha last parade.

Maybe not. Oould you ask his ass ta slow down?

Oould you slow down?

Barry!

OK, I done cooked up a big-ass mistake. This be a total fuck up, all mah fault.

Yes, it kind of is.

I've fucked up tha hood. I wanted ta help you

with tha flower shop. I've juiced it up worse.

Actually, itz straight-up closed down.

I thought maybe you was remodeling.

But I have another idea, n' it's greata than mah previous scams combined.

I don't wanna hear dat shiznit son!

All right, they have tha roses, the roses have tha pollen.

I know every last muthafuckin bee, plant and flower bud up in dis park.

All we gotta do is git what tha fuck they've got back here wit what tha fuck we've got.

- Bees. - Park.

- Pollen! - Flowers.

- Repollination! - Across tha nation!

Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia.

They've gots nothing but flowers, floats n' cotton candy.

Securitizzle is ghon be tight.

I gots a idea.

Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

Straight-Up Legit floral bidnizz. It aint nuthin but real.

Sorry, ma'am. Sick brooch.

Nuff props, biatch. Dat shiznit was a gift.

Once inside, we just pick tha right float.

How tha fuck bout Da Supa-Hoe n' tha Pea?

I could be tha bizzatch, and you could be tha pea!

Yes, I gots dat shit.

- Where should I sit? - What is yo slick ass?

- I believe I be tha pea. - Da pea?

It goes under tha mattresses.

- Not up in dis fairy tale, dopeheart. - I be gettin tha marshal.

Yo ass do that! This whole parade be a gangbangin' fiasco!

Letz peep what tha fuck dis baby'll do.

Yo, what tha fuck is you bustin?!

Then all our phat asses do is blend up in wit traffic...

...without arousin suspicion.

Once all up in tha airport, therez no stoppin us.

Stop! Security.

- Yo ass n' yo' insect pack yo' float? - Yes yes y'all.

Has it been in yo' possession tha entire time?

Would you remove yo' shoes?

- Remove yo' stinger. - It aint nuthin but part of mah dirty ass.

I know. Just havin some fun. Trip off yo' flight.

Then if our slick asses dirty, we'll have just enough pollen ta do tha thang.

Oan you believe how tha fuck dirty we are, biatch? We have just enough pollen ta do tha thang!

I be thinkin dis is gonna work.

It aint nuthin but gots ta work.

Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott.

Our thugged-out asses gotz a lil' bit of shitty weather in New York.

It be lookin like we'll experience a couple minutes delay.

Barry, these is cut flowers with no gin n juice n' shit. They'll never make dat shit.

I gotta git up there and rap ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Be careful.

Oan I git help with tha Sky Mall magazine?

I'd like ta order tha rappin' inflatable nozzle n' ear afro trimmer.

Oaptain, I be up in a real thang.

- What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing.

Bee!

Don't freak up son! My fuckin entire species...

What is you bustin?

- Wait a minute biaaatch! I be a attorney! - Whoz a attorney?

Don't move.

Oh, Barry.

Dope afternoon, passengers. This is yo' captain.

Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome up in 24B please report ta tha cockpit?

And please hurry!

What happened here?

There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a game raft blew up like a muthafucka.

Onez bald, onez up in a funky-ass boat, they both unconscious!

- Is dat another bee joke? - No!

No onez flyin tha plane!

This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. Whatz yo' status?

This is Vanessa Bloome. I be a gangbangin' florist from New York.

Wherez tha pilot?

Dat punk unconscious, and so is tha copilot.

Not good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Do mah playas onboard have flight experience?

As a matta of fact, there is.

- Whoz that? - Barry Benson.

From tha honey trial?! Oh, pimped out.

Vanessa, dis aint a god damn thang more than a funky-ass big-ass metal bee.

It aint nuthin but gots giant wings, big-ass engines.

I can't fly a plane.

- Why not, biatch? Isn't Jizzy Travolta a pilot? - Yes yes y'all.

How tha fuck hard could it be?

Wait, Barry! Our thugged-out asses headed tha fuck into some lightning.

This is Bob Bumble. Our thugged-out asses have some late-breakin shizzle from JFK Airport,

where a suspenseful scene is pimpin.

Barry Benson, fresh from his fuckin legal victory...

Thatz Barry!

...is attemptin ta land a plane, loaded wit people, flowers

and a incapacitated flight crew.

Flowers?!

Our thugged-out asses gotz a storm up in tha area and two dudes all up in tha controls

with straight-up no flight experience.

Just a minute. Therez a funky-ass bee on dat plane.

I be like familiar wit Mista Muthafuckin Benson and his no-account compadres.

They've done enough damage.

But aint he yo' only hope?

Technically, a funky-ass bee shouldn't be able ta fly at all.

Their wings is too small...

Haven't our crazy asses heard dis a mazillion times?

"Da surface area of tha wings and body mass make no sense."

- Git dis on tha air! - Got dat shit.

- Stand by. - We goin live.

Da way we work may be a mystery ta you, biatch.

Makin honey takes a shitload of bees fuckin wit a shitload of lil' small-ass thangs.

But let me rap  on some lil' small-ass thang.

If you do it well, it cook up a funky-ass big-ass difference.

Mo' than we realized. To us, ta everyone.

Thatz why I wanna git bees back ta hustlin together.

Thatz tha bee way! We not made of Jell-O.

We git behind a gangbangin' fellow.

- Black n' yellow! - Hello!

Left, right, down, hover.

- Hover? - Forget hover.

This aint so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Barry, what tha fuck happened?!

Wait, I be thinkin we were on autopilot tha whole time.

- That may done been helpin mah dirty ass. - And now we not!

So it turns up I cannot fly a plane.

All of you, letz get behind dis fellow! Move it out!

Move out!

Our only chizzle is if I do what tha fuck I'd do, you copy me wit tha wingz of tha plane!

Don't gotta yell.

I aint yelling! We up in a shitload of shit.

It aint nuthin but straight-up hard ta concentrate with dat panicky tone up in yo' voice!

It aint nuthin but not a tone. I be panicking!

I can't do this!

Vanessa, pull yo ass together. Yo ass gotta snap outta dat shiznit son!

Yo ass snap outta dat shit.

Yo ass snap outta dat shit.

- Yo ass snap outta dat shiznit son! - Yo ass snap outta dat shiznit son!

- Yo ass snap outta dat shiznit son! - Yo ass snap outta dat shiznit son!

- Yo ass snap outta dat shiznit son! - Yo ass snap outta dat shiznit son!

- Hold dat shiznit son! - Why, biatch? Oome on, itz mah turn.

How tha fuck is tha plane flying?

I don't give a gangbangin' fuck.

Hello?

Benson, gots any flowers for a aiiight occasion up in there?

Da Pollen Jocks!

They do git behind a gangbangin' fellow.

- Black n' yellow. - Hello.

All right, letz drop dis tin can on tha blacktop.

Where, biatch? I can't peep anything. Oan yo slick ass?

Fuck dat shit, nothing. It aint nuthin but all cloudy.

Oome on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass gots ta be thinkin bee, Barry.

- Thinkin bee. - Thinkin bee.

Thinkin bee! Thinkin bee biaaatch! Thinkin bee!

Wait a minute. I be thinkin I be feelin something.

- What? - I don't give a gangbangin' fuck. It aint nuthin but strong, pullin mah dirty ass.

Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

Brin tha nozzle down.

Thinkin bee! Thinkin bee biaaatch! Thinkin bee!

- What up in tha ghetto is on tha tarmac? - Git some lights on that!

Thinkin bee! Thinkin bee biaaatch! Thinkin bee!

- Vanessa, aim fo' tha flower. - OK.

Out tha engines. We goin in on bee juice n' shit. Ready, thugs?

Affirmative!

Good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Easy, now, nahmeean, biatch? Thatz dat shit.

Land on dat flower!

Ready, biatch? Full reverse!

Spin it around!

- Not dat flower playa! Da other one! - Which one?

- That flower. - I be aimin all up in tha flower!

Thatz a gangbangin' fat muthafucka up in a gangbangin' flowered shirt. I mean tha giant pulsatin flower

made of millionz of bees!

Pull forward. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Nose down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Tail up.

Rotate round dat shit.

- This is insane, Barry! - Thiss tha only way I know how tha fuck ta fly.

Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is dis plane flyin up in a insect-like pattern?

Git yo' nozzle up in there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Don't be afraid. Smell dat shit. Full reverse!

Just drop dat shit. Be a part of dat shit.

Aim fo' tha center!

Now drop it in! Drop it in, biatch!

Oome on, already.

Barry, our phat asses did dat shiznit son! Yo ass taught me how tha fuck ta fly!

- Yes yes y'all. No high-five! - Right.

Barry, it worked! Did yo dirty ass peep tha giant flower?

What giant flower, biatch? Where, biatch? Of course I saw tha flower playa! That was  smart-ass !

- Nuff props, biatch. - But our asses aint done yet.

Listen, everyone!

This runway is covered with tha last pollen

from tha last flowers available anywhere on Earth.

That means dis is our last chance.

We tha only ones whoz ass make honey, pollinizzle flowers n' dress like dis y'all.

If we gonna survive as a flavas, this is our moment son! What do you say?

Is we goin ta be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains?

We bees!

Keychain!

Then gangbang me biaaatch! Except Keychain.

Hold on, Barry yo. Here.

You've gots this.

Yeah!

I be a Pollen Jock! And itz a perfect fit fo' realz. All I gotta do is tha sleeves.

Oh, yeah.

Thatz our Barry.

Mom! Da bees is back!

If anybody needs to cook up a cold-ass lil call, nowz tha time.

I gots a gangbangin' feelin we'll be workin late tonight!

Herez yo' chizzle yo. Have a pimped out afternoon! Oan I help whoz next?

Would you like some honey wit that? It be bee-approved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Don't forget these.

Milk, cream, cheese, itz all mah dirty ass. And I don't peep a nickel!

Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat!

I had no idea.

Barry, I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit. Has you done gots a moment?

Would you excuse me son? My fuckin mosquito associate will help you, biatch.

Awwww shiiiit muthafucka, I be late.

Dat punk a lawyer too?

I was already a funky-ass blood-suckin parasite. All I needed was a funky-ass briefcase.

Have a pimped out afternoon!

Barry, I just gots dis big-ass tulip order, and I can't git dem anywhere.

No problem, Vannie. Just leave it ta mah dirty ass.

Yo ass be a gamesaver, Barry. Oan I help whoz next?

All right, scramble, jocks! It aint nuthin but time ta fly.

Nuff props, Barry!

That bee is livin mah game!

Let it go, Kenny.

- When will dis nightmare end?! - Let all dat shiznit go.

- Beautiful dizzle ta fly. - Sheezy is.

Between you n' me, I was dyin ta git outta dat crib.

Yo ass have got to start thankin bee, mah playa.

- Thinkin bee! - Me?

Hold dat shit. Letz just stop for a second. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Hold dat shit.

I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit. I be sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here?

I aint bustin a major game decision durin a thang number!

All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, muthafuckas.

I had virtually no rehearsal fo' that.

Special props ta SergeiK.

#bee #beemovie #bee movie #meme #memes #funny #talk #lmao #lol

[ecotone99]

[HM] Beary Nice

Beary Nice

“An’ Sunday night, mommy made hot chocolate and we drunk it by the fireplace!” Cassie held up a polaroid picture of herself seated on what appeared to be a fold out sofa bed covered with what looked like very old and very stained “My Little Pony” sheets. In one hand she held a mug that proclaimed “World’s Greatest Grandma” and in the other she held a death grip on a small brown teddy bear with big goofy eyes and a red bow tie. “And Beary had a beary good time!” she finished with a giggle.

Cassie, like many of the kids in Mrs. Bloomer’s first grade class, was very fond of their class pet, a stuffed teddy bear Mrs. Bloomer introduced to them as “Beary Nice”. During the week, Beary sat in a little rocking chair by Mrs. Bloomer’s desk, and every weekend one of the children got to take Beary home and would later report on what they did together.

Mrs. Bloomer forced a smile. “Very good Cassie, thank you”. The little girl sat down, a smile beaming from her dirt-smudged face. “Well, it looks like Beary Nice had a good weekend with you. Thank you for taking care of him Cassie. Well, lets see, whose turn is it to take him home this weekend…” Mrs. Bloomer turned to the chart on the wall, though she already knew who was next. She’d been dreading this day all year. Dakota’s turn.

Dakota was already waving his hand wildly and making an “ooh” sound. Mrs. Bloomer gritted her teeth and turned to look at him. His long, filthy blond hair stood out starkly against the faded black AC/DC T-shirt he’d been wearing the last three days. Dakota was at least two years older than everyone else in the class and, given that he couldn’t even begin to read, he was likely going to be back in 1st grade again next year. He had, however, developed an even stronger attachment to Beary than most of the other children, to the point where he sometimes interrupted class to ask questions about the bear- “Does Beary have a daddy?” or “Does Beary cuss?” ”Yes…Dakota. I think its your turn.” Mrs. Bloomer said at last.

“I know it is Miss Bloomer! I counted the days from the start of the year and this is the 84th.” He smiled back at her, his crooked yellow teeth taunting her.

“Yes... Well, its almost time to go, so why don’t you go get Beary from his chair. Now remember you have to be nice to him.”

“We’re gonna shoot my dad’s gun!” Dakota announced loudly as he seized the bear roughly from its chair. The rest of the class laughed. Mrs. Bloomer sighed and realized she would probably never see Beary Nice again.

*********

On Monday, Dakota didn’t bother coming to school. When Tuesday came, he actually showed up for school, and, as Mrs. Bloomer feared, Dakota failed to return the bear. “He’s okay, I left him home watchin’ cartoons with my mama” he said reassuringly. “I’ll bring him back tomorrow.”

On Wednesday, once again, Dakota failed to produce the bear. Mrs. Bloomer decided to not make a scene during class, and instead asked Dakota to come see her before he went to recess. When he approached the desk, his face was already red and a look of consternation filled his normally impish face, so Mrs. Bloomer proceeded with caution.

“Now Dakota…You made a promise to bring Beary back. Why haven’t you done it yet?” Dakota fidgeted and looked down at his feet.

“Dakota, you have to bring Beary back. He is probably very lonely sitting at your house by himself.”

“He aint there by his self. My mama’s there with him.”

“Well be that as it may…” ”Miss Bloomer, Beary told me he don’t wanna come back here. He said he likes it at my house. Can I have him?” Dakota’s grubby face peered up at Mrs. Bloomer pleadingly.

“Uh…No, Dakota, we can’t do that. He belongs to the whole class.”

”But I love him Miss Bloomer. He wants to stay with me. . Please Miss Bloomer.” Tears began to well up in Dakota’s eyes.

“Dakota,” Mrs. Bloomer cleared her throat and looked away momentarily, “We …You need to bring Beary Nice back.” Dakota’s eyes dropped and tears began to roll down his cheeks, leaving brown streaks of dirt as they fell to the floor. He nodded and walked out the door. After she was sure he was gone, Mrs. Bloomer quietly locked the door and dug through her purse for the tiny bottle of Crown Royal she kept hidden in the middle pocket.

*******

The bell rang to begin class on Friday morning. After missing school Thursday, Dakota was back, seated in his chair, making faces at the boy behind him and laughing. Mrs. Bloomer had already decided to not make a scene by asking for the bear in front of the other children. As she got up to call role, a little girl raised her hand.

“Yes Rachel?”

“Do I get to take Beary home this weekend?”

Mrs. Bloomer gritted her teeth and swallowed. “We’ll talk about that later.”

The little girl pressed the issue. “But Mrs. Bloomer, its my weekend. We were gonna take him to the zoo.”

Mrs. Bloomer swallowed hard, gauging Dakota’s reaction. He was looking agitated, glaring at the little girl and wiggling around in his desk uncomfortably.

“Rachel, I said we’ll talk about this later.”

“No fair!” the little girl pouted. “Dakota was supposed to bring him back!”

“No!” shouted Dakota, giggling.

“Dakota! That’s very rude.” Mrs. Bloomer glared at the boy. “Dakota, see me at recess.” The boy stood up and grinned at her and shook his head.

“Dakota, sit down. Do you want me to call Mr. George?”

He shook his head again, then between giggles said, “You aint ever gettin' Beary back”.

“Dakota-“ ”He’s dead. He’s in hell with my daddy.”

“Dakota!” Children gasped around the room. Cassie started crying loudly. Mrs. Bloomer pressed the button to summon a principal to the classroom. “Dakota, sit down. You are in big trouble.” The little boy shook his head again, violently, his dirty hair flailing wildly around his head.

“You want Beary?” Dakota said, laughing maniacally. “You can have him!” Dakota reached deep into his G.I. Joe backpack and triumphantly yanked out what appeared to be a big piece of steel wool. He flung it at Mrs. Bloomer, who narrowly avoided the projectile, causing it to bounce off the white board and land on the tile floor with a plastic clacking sound. The room fell deathly silent as a smell of smoke and ash filled everybody’s nostrils. Staring back at the class were a pair of big melted plastic eyes.

“I burned him just like I burned my mawmaw’s cat!”

The next few minutes would forever be a blur in Mrs. Bloomer's memory. Dakota fell to his knees laughing while the other children screamed in horror. Leaping with almost preternatural speed, he snatched a bucket of safety scissors from Mrs. Bloomer's desk, and flung it around his head, sending scissors flying in every direction, all the while laughing and laughing and laughing. The children in the front row dove behind their desks, while those in the back just wailed. Somewhere in the distance, Mrs. Bloomer thought she heard a dog barking. She remembered a knock at the door, then the sound of old hinges squealing as it was thrust open, then Principal George's booming voice. Dakota, still laughing, dove for the classroom window, but was too short to get over the windowsill, and crash landed on his back. Mr. George grabbed him by the collar and drug him away, the sound of his heels squeaking on the vinyl floors barely audible over his laughter. Mrs. Bloomer stared dumbly as he disappeared into the hallway, his eyes bloodshot, his cheeks wet with tears, and his mouth agape and curled with hysterics as he laughed and laughed and laughed. It was over. Mrs. Bloomer looked around the room. Children were still crying, but started to take their seats. They looked to her for guidance. She stood, meaning to say something, but the words just weren't there. Then she saw it, the charred remains of Beary Nice, blackened limbs akimbo on the floor where Dakota left him. She approached it, toeing at it first, then bent down and took it into her hands. Its melted eyes glared at her accusingly. "Alright, Rachel," she held it out, "You may have Beary this weekend."

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[survivormuxloe]

Episode 15: “i didnt control this game 4 a goat to win” - Scott

So the reward challenge has been revealed. A little bit nervous tbh. However I do have a plan, I’d probably call Danielle. Because I feel she would have the best read on how the jury is feeling. She has sat there for the longest time. So her views are most likely the views of most people. So having her knowledge of the jury will be useful. First I have to win this challenge which I think I’m capable of winning, so fingers crossed I can win this.

THE CAT IS FINALLY OUT OF THE BAG HOLYYY LMAAAOOAO

i finally got to play it.. it didnt do anything. but. it secured me f4 just incase anything did happen!! LAMJFNFHBG. ugh. i love it tho... everyone takes me to the end i think which makes me lowkey queef LMAOAOAOOA :):)

hope yall r proud of meeeee :flushed:

I MADE FINAL 4. I’m so shocked and happy with myself. I broke my personal placement record and it’s so exciting. Unfortunately though I get to move past a milestone at the expense of losing a close ally. I got past eighth but Jones got eliminated. I get past my record but then Tobi gets idoled out. I’m so depressed but it just makes me want to win for them. I’m hearing that it’s a final 2 but it isn’t confirmed. So now I’m thinking who do I want to be sitting in a final 2 with. None of them honestly, they’ve all played great games. But I especially don’t want to sit next to Ryan. He’s done so well in this game and he made a succesful idol play. It would look like if a genius hacker were to sit next to an enthusiastic toddler.

It sucks cus nobody’s said anything since the vote and I really wanna talk to someone because bitch I’m in the top 4 let’s celebrate. I see Tobi online and its like fuCK I CANT CELEBRATE WITH HIM EITHER CUS HES GONE NOW.

its so hard telling eveeryone that im winning

we have a reward challenge on day 36 so i think that means we have a final 3 yayyyy whew. and the reward is the power call w one juror for 10 mins... which makes me kinda anxious ngl so i'm not even sure if i want to win this... but the challenge is Casanova and that is like one the flash games i'm really good at if i need to be so hmmm I'm wondering if i should beast it or not. i think winning it and having the courage to talk to one of them could be a big boost to my game so like... i'm thinking maybe i should just nut up and go for it hm

So I won reward fuck yeah.

This will give me the chance too see how the jury is thinking at the moment.

But with this immunity I am fuckin scared. Cards being stacked into tower formation. Honestly fuck that. I’ve been practicing and am getting there but I need to do this to make sure I have a chance of winning.

it feels so weird bc theres so little to say in confessionals now LOL!

uhm. just hopin for mo not to win ig. :)

So just had a call win Dani. Apparently I have close to 0% chance at winning. Which tbh I’m surprised about. Mo has the best chance? Idk like I want to believe her but it sounds fishy. I just need to feel out and go with Dani it trust my gut.

Rhys won his third immunity which is intimidating but then again he was only participating against me. Reminder I was trying to set up a card house with a tremor, due to my meds my hands shake. BUT I refused to give up and I’m still proud of myself because I know I did the best that I could.

I think this might be the round I’m eliminated. I hope not but apparently Rhys used his Jury call on Dani and Dani said he had the lowest chance of winning and I had the highest chance. Which first of all, REALLY???? ME???? Like thank you but, what? Second of all I need to play very passive right now in hopes that Rhys will stick with his original plan of voting Scott. Tomorrow it’s going to be me or Scott.

i feel bad for abstaining in the final 4 immunity but hnnng i really cant fux with these live challenges so rip. i feel like there's a good chance the jury looks down on my game bc this is like the 3rd challenge i've sat out of hnnng. but i'm glad Rhys won instead of Mo woo for that. it's seeming like it's gonna be a final 2 after all so womp. according to Mo, Rhys says he's voting for either him or Scott so ig I'm sitting in a good spot... although is it bad i was hoping to get another vote to rack up more than 11 overall? lol whatever so yay. i don't have high hopes of winning this game but regardless i'm happy i was able to survive all this time especially w my bae scott <3

Ok so I have a lot of hope right now. I’ll share the messages I sent Rhys because they’ll explain why I’m hopeful. “I just got some info This vote is either going to end in a fire making challenge between Scott and I or with me going home Cus Ryan just said him and Scott have had a tight Final 2 since the beginning so he can’t vote Scott (If you don’t believe me I’m sure he’ll tell you himself if you ask) So I respect your decision of voting for me if you do but I’d be insanely grateful if I was given the opportunity of a fire making challenge I see it like this. If I get to stay, then it’s us two vs Ryan or Scott because I think both Ryan and Scott have played insanely good games So we would have a higher chance of winning immunity But if it’s Scott, Ryan and you in the final three then it’s 1/3 odds. Where as if I stayed it would be 2/3 and if I somehow miraculously won individual immunity I’d take you to the end. It would be the smartest decision for me after hearing what Dani said But then if you win you can take Ryan with you to the end and I’ll end up 3rd Since Ryan and Scott have their final 2 thing” and Rhys agreed to it so tomorrow is going to be a firemaking challenge between me and Scott.

rhys is actually driving me fucking crazy lol... like. its right to vote me out yes. but his reasoning is so FUCKING DUMB. HE GENIUNELY HAS CONVINCED HIMSELF THAT THE JUROR HE CHOSE TO TALK TO LIED TO HIM. LIKE. RLY BITCH? im not getting 4th off of the back of ur fucking goaty ass losing to mo @ ftc ew lmao..

actually ya im not done like rhys is geniunely losing against anyone left for good reason hes been a goat this entire game and thats the entire fucking tea LAMJFBHFG.

i just dont want mo to win... imagine someone who voted wrong like 7/9 times in merge winning. fucking ew. if i leave ryan better win ftc bc hes the only good winner left if i leave like fr. i didnt control this game 4 a goat to win.. LAMNFNFG just ew ew ew ew ew ew..

im not going down tho america... ill pull every trick out of the bag if i have to. if i gotta lie to get a 2-1-1 vote i will. i aint bothered. id rather get 3rd knowing i was gunna win than fucking 4th. i aint knife!!

So like i Won immunity again which is insane. 3rd immunity.

I’ve been thinking about my call with Dani. I realised that if she telling the truth I have no chance. So might as well assume she is lying and have a chance. So I’m being optimistic.

So taking Scott out is my best choice right now. He may have bad jury management but he had played the best game. So I’m voting with Mo against Scott. Realistically Scott is probably going to win. But that gives me a possible vote on the jury.

I told scott that I’m Voting him as there isn’t any point in lying but he is working to stay. But like he needs to go. I can’t fuck up and have him win immunity. So yeah my game could be a shit show it could be nothing I don’t know. Wish me luck I guess.

I’m like legit so sad rn. I know I’ve had literally no chance at winning this game. So I’ve been optimistic trying to take the best road. Which in my mind is voting Scott out. I told him because he like legit my best friend I’ve made in this game and In a lot of games recently.

Now he hates me and has been really aggressive with trying to get me to stay.  Like I’ve told him my reasoning and he just still thinks I’m being stupid. Like yeah I just hate this. Can’t wait for tribal for him to attack me more.

Rhys gettin a lil brave this round after being asleep the whole merge omg. Whatever he heard from Danielle has seriously gone to his head and he's now considering going to the end with Mo ???? i have to laugh... i dont think him tying the vote and making me or Scott firemake is a terrible idea at all, but honey pls dont make me have to vote Mo to win this game flkadsas. It will be such a travesty if Scott and I go out 4th and 3rd god i dont even wanna think about that

god I really didn't expect this jury reward thing to have an actual impact on things??? ugh lol. Rhys a mess PERIODTTTTTT

After a 2-2 vote resulting in a firemaking challenge, Mo loses and gets 4th place.

#royallyyours #episode