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MONTGOMERY:

Your Honor,

haven't these ridiculous bugs

taken up enough

of this court's valuable time?

How much longer will we allow

these absurd shenanigans to go on?

They have presented no compelling

evidence to support their charges

against my clients,

who run legitimate businesses.

I move for a complete dismissal

of this entire case!

JUDGE BUMBLETON:

Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going

to have to consider

Mr. Montgomery's motion.

ADAM:

But you can't! We have a terrific case.

MONTGOMERY:

Where is your proof?

Where is the evidence?

Show me the smoking gun!

BARRY:

(Barry flies in through the door)

Hold it, Your Honor!

You want a smoking gun?

Here is your smoking gun.

(Vanessa walks in holding a bee smoker. She sets it down on the Judge's

podium)

JUDGE BUMBLETON:

What is that?

BARRY:

It's a bee smoker!

MONTGOMERY:

(Picks up smoker)

What, this?

This harmless little contraption?

This couldn't hurt a fly,

let alone a bee.

(Montgomery accidentally fires it at the bees in the crowd and they faint

and cough)

(Dozens of reporters start taking pictures of the suffering bees)

BARRY:

Look at what has happened

to bees who have never been asked,

"Smoking or non?"

Is this what nature intended for us?

To be forcibly addicted

to smoke machines

and man-made wooden slat work camps?

Living out our lives as honey slaves

to the white man?

(Barry points to the honey industry owners. One of them is an African

American so he awkwardly separates himself from the others)

LAWYER:

- What are we gonna do?

- He's playing the species card.

BARRY:

Ladies and gentlemen, please,

free these bees!

ADAM AND VANESSA:

Free the bees! Free the bees!

BEES IN CROWD:

Free the bees!

HUMAN JURY:

Free the bees! Free the bees!

JUDGE BUMBLETON:

The court finds in favor of the bees!

BARRY:

Vanessa, we won!

VANESSA:

I knew you could do it! High-five!

(Vanessa hits Barry hard because her hand is too big)

Sorry.

BARRY:

(Overjoyed)

I'm OK! You know what this means?

All the honey

will finally belong to the bees.

Now we won't have

to work so hard all the time.

MONTGOMERY:

This is an unholy perversion

of the balance of nature, Benson.

You'll regret this.

(Montgomery leaves and Barry goes outside the courtroom. Several reporters

start asking Barry questions)

REPORTER 1#:

Barry, how much honey is out there?

BARRY:

All right. One at a time.

REPORTER 2#:

Barry, who are you wearing?

BARRY:

My sweater is Ralph Lauren,

and I have no pants.

(Barry flies outside with the paparazzi and Adam and Vanessa stay back)

ADAM:

(To Vanessa)

- What if Montgomery's right?

Vanessa:

- What do you mean?

ADAM:

We've been living the bee way

a long time, 27 million years.

(Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to a man)

BUSINESS MAN:

Congratulations on your victory.

What will you demand as a settlement?

BARRY:

First, we'll demand a complete shutdown

of all bee work camps.

(As Barry is talking we see a montage of men putting "closed" tape over the

work camps and freeing the bees in the crappy apartments)

Then we want back the honey

that was ours to begin with,

every last drop.

(Men in suits are pushing all the honey of the aisle and into carts)

We demand an end to the glorification

of the bear as anything more

(We see a statue of a bear-shaped honey container being pulled down by

bees)

than a filthy, smelly,

bad-breath stink machine.

We're all aware

of what they do in the woods.

(We see Winnie the Pooh sharing his honey with Piglet in the cross-hairs of

a high-tech sniper rifle)

BARRY:

(Looking through binoculars)

Wait for my signal.

Take him out.

(Winnie gets hit by a tranquilizer dart and dramatically falls off the log

he was standing on, his tongue hanging out. Piglet looks at Pooh in fear

and the Sniper takes the honey.)

SNIPER:

He'll have nausea

for a few hours, then he'll be fine.

(Flash forward in time)

BARRY:

And we will no longer tolerate

bee-negative nicknames...

(Mr. Sting is sitting at home until he is taken out of his house by the men

in suits)

STING:

But it's just a prance-about stage name!

BARRY:

...unnecessary inclusion of honey

in bogus health products

and la-dee-da human

tea-time snack garnishments.

(An old lady is mixing honey into her tea but suddenly men in suits smash

her face down on the table and take the honey)

OLD LADY:

Can't breathe.

(A honey truck pulls up to Barry's hive)

WORKER:

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right there! Good.

Tap it.

(Tons of honey is being pumped into the hive's storage)

BEE WORKER 1#:

(Honey overflows from the cup)

Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,

and there's gallons more coming!

- I think we need to shut down!

=BEE WORKER #2=

- Shut down? We've never shut down.

Shut down honey production!

DEAN BUZZWELL:

Stop making honey!

(The bees all leave their stations. Two bees run into a room and they put

the keys into a machine)

Turn your key, sir!

(Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the button which

they press, shutting down the honey-making machines. This is the first time

this has ever happened)

BEE:

...What do we do now?

(Flash forward in time and a Bee is about to jump into a pool full of

honey)

Cannonball!

(The bee gets stuck in the honey and we get a short montage of Bees leaving

work)

(We see the Pollen Jocks flying but one of them gets a call on his antenna)

LOU LU DUVA:

(Through "phone")

We're shutting honey production!

Mission abort.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

Aborting pollination and nectar detail.

Returning to base.

(The Pollen Jocks fly back to the hive)

(We get a time lapse of Central Park slowly wilting away as the bees all

relax)

BARRY:

Adam, you wouldn't believe

how much honey was out there.

ADAM:

Oh, yeah?

BARRY:

What's going on? Where is everybody?

(The entire street is deserted)

- Are they out celebrating?

ADAM:

- They're home.

They don't know what to do.

Laying out, sleeping in.

I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way

to San Antonio with a cricket.

BARRY:

At least we got our honey back.

ADAM:

Sometimes I think, so what if humans

liked our honey? Who wouldn't?

It's the greatest thing in the world!

I was excited to be part of making it.

This was my new desk. This was my

new job. I wanted to do it really well.

And now...

Now I can't.

(Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to Vanessa)

BARRY:

I don't understand

why they're not happy.

I thought their lives would be better!

They're doing nothing. It's amazing.

Honey really changes people.

VANESSA:

You don't have any idea

what's going on, do you?

BARRY:

- What did you want to show me?

(Vanessa takes Barry to the rooftop where they first had coffee and points

to her store)

VANESSA:

- This.

(Points at her flowers. They are all grey and wilting)

BARRY:

What happened here?

VANESSA:

That is not the half of it.

(Small flash forward in time and Vanessa and Barry are on the roof of her

store and she points to Central Park)

(We see that Central Park is no longer green and colorful, rather it is

grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very depressing to look at)

BARRY:

Oh, no. Oh, my.

They're all wilting.

VANESSA:

Doesn't look very good, does it?

BARRY:

No.

VANESSA:

And whose fault do you think that is?

BARRY:

You know, I'm gonna guess bees.

VANESSA==

(Staring at Barry)

Bees?

BARRY:

Specifically, me.

I didn't think bees not needing to make

honey would affect all these things.

VANESSA:

It's not just flowers.

Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

BARRY:

That's our whole SAT test right there.

VANESSA:

Take away produce, that affects

the entire animal kingdom.

And then, of course...

BARRY:

The human species?

So if there's no more pollination,

it could all just go south here,

couldn't it?

VANESSA:

I know this is also partly my fault.

BARRY:

How about a suicide pact?

VANESSA:

How do we do it?

BARRY:

- I'll sting you, you step on me.

VANESSA:

- That just kills you twice.

BARRY:

Right, right.

VANESSA:

Listen, Barry...

sorry, but I gotta get going.

(Vanessa leaves)

BARRY:

(To himself)

I had to open my mouth and talk.

Vanessa?

Vanessa? Why are you leaving?

Where are you going?

(Vanessa is getting into a taxi)

VANESSA:

To the final Tournament of Roses parade

in Pasadena.

They've moved it to this weekend

because all the flowers are dying.

It's the last chance

I'll ever have to see it.

BARRY:

Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.

I never meant it to turn out like this.

VANESSA:

I know. Me neither.

(The taxi starts to drive away)

BARRY:

Tournament of Roses.

Roses can't do sports.

Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

Roses!

Vanessa!

(Barry flies after the Taxi)

VANESSA:

Roses?!

Barry?

(Barry is flying outside the window of the taxi)

BARRY:

- Roses are flowers!

VANESSA:

- Yes, they are.

BARRY:

Flowers, bees, pollen!

VANESSA:

I know.

That's why this is the last parade.

BARRY:

Maybe not.

Could you ask him to slow down?

VANESSA:

Could you slow down?

(The taxi driver screeches to a stop and Barry keeps flying forward)

Barry!

(Barry flies back to the window)

BARRY:

OK, I made a huge mistake.

This is a total disaster, all my fault.

VANESSA:

Yes, it kind of is.

BARRY:

I've ruined the planet.

I wanted to help you

with the flower shop.

I've made it worse.

VANESSA:

Actually, it's completely closed down.

BARRY:

I thought maybe you were remodeling.

But I have another idea, and it's

greater than my previous ideas combined.

VANESSA:

I don't want to hear it!

BARRY:

All right, they have the roses,

the roses have the pollen.

I know every bee, plant

and flower bud in this park.

All we gotta do is get what they've got

back here with what we've got.

- Bees.

VANESSA:

- Park.

BARRY:

- Pollen!

VANESSA:

- Flowers.

BARRY:

- Re-pollination!

VANESSA:

- Across the nation!

Tournament of Roses,

Pasadena, California.

They've got nothing

but flowers, floats and cotton candy.

Security will be tight.

BARRY:

I have an idea.

(Flash forward in time. Vanessa is about to board a plane which has all the

Roses on board.

VANESSA:

Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

(Holds out badge)

Official floral business. It's real.

SECURITY GUARD:

Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.

=VANESSA==

Thank you. It was a gift.

(Barry is revealed to be hiding inside the brooch)

(Flash back in time and Barry and Vanessa are discussing their plan)

BARRY:

Once inside,

we just pick the right float.

VANESSA:

How about The Princess and the Pea?

I could be the princess,

and you could be the pea!

BARRY:

Yes, I got it.

- Where should I sit?

GUARD:

- What are you?

BARRY:

- I believe I'm the pea.

GUARD:

- The pea?

VANESSA:

It goes under the mattresses.

GUARD:

- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.

- I'm getting the marshal.

VANESSA:

You do that!

This whole parade is a fiasco!

Let's see what this baby'll do.

(Vanessa drives the float through traffic)

GUARD:

Hey, what are you doing?!

BARRY==

Then all we do

is blend in with traffic...

...without arousing suspicion.

Once at the airport,

there's no stopping us.

(Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are about to get on a plane)

SECURITY GUARD:

Stop! Security.

- You and your insect pack your float?

VANESSA:

- Yes.

SECURITY GUARD:

Has it been

in your possession the entire time?

VANESSA:

- Yes.

SECURITY GUARD:

Would you remove your shoes?

(To Barry)

- Remove your stinger.

BARRY:

- It's part of me.

SECURITY GUARD:

I know. Just having some fun.

Enjoy your flight.

(Barry plotting with Vanessa)

BARRY:

Then if we're lucky, we'll have

just enough pollen to do the job.

(Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are flying on the plane)

Can you believe how lucky we are? We

have just enough pollen to do the job!

VANESSA:

I think this is gonna work.

BARRY:

It's got to work.

CAPTAIN SCOTT:

(On intercom)

Attention, passengers,

this is Captain Scott.

We have a bit of bad weather

in New York.

It looks like we'll experience

a couple hours delay.

VANESSA:

Barry, these are cut flowers

with no water. They'll never make it.

BARRY:

I gotta get up there

and talk to them.

VANESSA==

Be careful.

(Barry flies right outside the cockpit door)

BARRY:

Can I get help

with the Sky Mall magazine?

I'd like to order the talking

inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.

(The flight attendant opens the door and walks out and Barry flies into the

cockpit unseen)

BARRY:

Captain, I'm in a real situation.

CAPTAIN SCOTT:

- What'd you say, Hal?

CO-PILOT HAL:

- Nothing.

(Scott notices Barry and freaks out)

CAPTAIN SCOTT:

Bee!

BARRY:

No,no,no, Don't freak out! My entire species...

(Captain Scott gets out of his seat and tries to suck Barry into a handheld

vacuum)

HAL:

(To Scott)

What are you doing?

(Barry lands on Hals hair but Scott sees him. He tries to suck up Barry but

instead he sucks up Hals toupee)

CAPTAIN SCOTT:

Uh-oh.

BARRY:

- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!

HAL:

(Hal doesn't know Barry is on his head)

- Who's an attorney?

CAPTAIN SCOTT:

Don't move.

(Scott hits Hal in the face with the vacuum in an attempt to hit Barry. Hal

is knocked out and he falls on the life raft button which launches an

infalatable boat into Scott, who gets knocked out and falls to the floor.

They are both uncounscious.)

BARRY:

(To himself)

Oh, Barry.

BARRY:

(On intercom, with a Southern accent)

Good afternoon, passengers.

This is your captain.

Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B

please report to the cockpit?

(Vanessa looks confused)

(Normal accent)

...And please hurry!

(Vanessa opens the door and sees the life raft and the uncounscious pilots)

VANESSA:

What happened here?

BARRY:

I tried to talk to them, but

then there was a DustBuster,

a toupee, a life raft exploded.

Now one's bald, one's in a boat,

and they're both unconscious!

VANESSA:

...Is that another bee joke?

BARRY:

- No!

No one's flying the plane!

BUD DITCHWATER:

(Through radio on plane)

This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.

What's your status?

VANESSA:

This is Vanessa Bloome.

I'm a florist from New York.

BUD:

Where's the pilot?

VANESSA:

He's unconscious,

and so is the copilot.

BUD:

Not good. Does anyone onboard

have flight experience?

BARRY:

As a matter of fact, there is.

BUD:

- Who's that?

BARRY:

- Barry Benson.

BUD:

From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

BARRY:

Vanessa, this is nothing more

than a big metal bee.

It's got giant wings, huge engines.

VANESSA:

I can't fly a plane.

BARRY:

- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?

VANESSA:

- Yes.

BARRY:

How hard could it be?

(Vanessa sits down and flies for a little bit but we see lightning clouds

outside the window)

VANESSA:

Wait, Barry!

We're headed into some lightning.

(An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the plane)

(We are now watching the Bee News)

BOB BUMBLE:

This is Bob Bumble. We have some

late-breaking news from JFK Airport,

where a suspenseful scene

is developing.

Barry Benson,

fresh from his legal victory...

ADAM:

That's Barry!

BOB BUMBLE:

...is attempting to land a plane,

loaded with people, flowers

and an incapacitated flight crew.

JANET, MARTIN, UNCLE CAR AND ADAM:

Flowers?!

(The scene switches to the human news)

REPORTER:

(Talking with Bob Bumble)

We have a storm in the area

and two individuals at the controls

with absolutely no flight experience.

BOB BUMBLE:

Just a minute.

There's a bee on that plane.

BUD:

I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson

and his no-account compadres.

They've done enough damage.

REPORTER:

But isn't he your only hope?

BUD:

Technically, a bee

shouldn't be able to fly at all.

Their wings are too small...

BARRY:

(Through radio)

Haven't we heard this a million times?

"The surface area of the wings

and body mass make no sense."...

BOB BUMBLE:

- Get this on the air!

BEE:

- Got it.

BEE NEWS CREW:

- Stand by.

BEE NEWS CREW:

- We're going live!

BARRY:

(Through radio on TV)

...The way we work may be a mystery to you.

Making honey takes a lot of bees

doing a lot of small jobs.

But let me tell you about a small job.

If you do it well,

it makes a big difference.

More than we realized.

To us, to everyone.

That's why I want to get bees

back to working together.

That's the bee way!

We're not made of Jell-O.

We get behind a fellow.

- Black and yellow!

BEES:

- Hello!

(The scene switches and Barry is teaching Vanessa how to fly)

BARRY:

Left, right, down, hover.

VANESSA:

- Hover?

BARRY:

- Forget hover.

VANESSA:

This isn't so hard.

(Pretending to honk the horn)

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

(A Lightning bolt hits the plane and autopilot turns off)

Barry, what happened?!

BARRY:

Wait, I think we were

on autopilot the whole time.

VANESSA:

- That may have been helping me.

BARRY:

- And now we're not!

VANESSA:

So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.

(The plane plummets but we see Lou Lu Duva and the Pollen Jocks, along with

multiple other bees flying towards the plane)

Lou Lu DUva:

All of you, let's get

behind this fellow! Move it out!

Move out!

(The scene switches back to Vanessa and Barry in the plane)

BARRY:

Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,

you copy me with the wings of the plane!

(Barry sticks out his arms like an airplane and flys in front of Vanessa's

face)

VANESSA:

Don't have to yell.

BARRY:

I'm not yelling!

We're in a lot of trouble.

VANESSA:

It's very hard to concentrate

with that panicky tone in your voice!

BARRY:

It's not a tone. I'm panicking!

VANESSA:

I can't do this!

(Barry slaps Vanessa)

BARRY:

Vanessa, pull yourself together.

You have to snap out of it!

VANESSA:

(Slaps Barry)

You snap out of it.

BARRY:

(Slaps Vanessa)

You snap out of it.

VANESSA:

- You snap out of it!

BARRY:

- You snap out of it!

(We see that all the Pollen Jocks are flying under the plane)

VANESSA:

- You snap out of it!

BARRY:

- You snap out of it!

VANESSA:

- You snap out of it!

BARRY:

- You snap out of it!

VANESSA:

- Hold it!

BARRY:

- Why? Come on, it's my turn.

VANESSA:

How is the plane flying?

(The plane is now safely flying)

VANESSA:

I don't know.

(Barry's antennae rings like a phone. Barry picks up)

BARRY:

Hello?

LOU LU DUVA:

(Through "phone")

Benson, got any flowers

for a happy occasion in there?

(All of the Pollen Jocks are carrying the plane)

BARRY:

The Pollen Jocks!

They do get behind a fellow.

LOU LU DUVA:

- Black and yellow.

POLLEN JOCKS:

- Hello.

LOU LU DUVA:

All right, let's drop this tin can

on the blacktop.

BARRY:

Where? I can't see anything. Can you?

VANESSA:

No, nothing. It's all cloudy.

Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.

BARRY:

- Thinking bee.

(On the runway there are millions of bees laying on their backs)

BEES:

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

BARRY:

Wait a minute.

I think I'm feeling something.

VANESSA:

- What?

BARRY:

- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.

Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

Bring the nose down.

BEES:

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

CONTROL TOWER OPERATOR:

- What in the world is on the tarmac?

BUD:

- Get some lights on that!

(It is revealed that all the bees are organized into a giant pulsating

flower formation)

BEES:

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

BARRY:

- Vanessa, aim for the flower.

VANESSA:

- OK.

BARRY:

Out the engines. We're going in

on bee power. Ready, boys?

LOU LU DUVA:

Affirmative!

BARRY:

Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.

Land on that flower!

Ready? Full reverse!

Spin it around!

(The plane's nose is pointed at a flower painted on a nearby plane)

- Not that flower! The other one!

VANESSA:

- Which one?

BARRY:

- That flower.

(The plane is now pointed at a fat guy in a flowered shirt. He freaks out

and tries to take a picture of the plane)

VANESSA:

- I'm aiming at the flower!

BARRY:

That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.

I mean the giant pulsating flower

made of millions of bees!

(The plane hovers over the bee-flower)

Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.

Rotate around it.

VANESSA:

- This is insane, Barry!

Fuck it

Bee Movie script

Bee Movie

By Jerry Seinfeld

NARRATOR:

(Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)

According to all known laws

of aviation,

there is no way a bee

should be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to get

its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway

because bees don't care

what humans think is impossible.

BARRY BENSON:

(Barry is picking out a shirt)

Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow!

Let's shake it up a little.

JANET BENSON:

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

BARRY:

Coming!

Hang on a second.

(Barry uses his antenna like a phone)

Hello?

ADAM FLAYMAN:

(Through phone)

- Barry?

BARRY:

- Adam?

ADAM:

- Can you believe this is happening?

BARRY:

- I can't. I'll pick you up.

(Barry flies down the stairs)

MARTIN BENSON:

Looking sharp.

JANET:

Use the stairs. Your father

paid good money for those.

BARRY:

Sorry. I'm excited.

MARTIN:

Here's the graduate.

We're very proud of you, son.

A perfect report card, all B's.

JANET:

Very proud.

(Rubs Barry's hair)

BARRY=

Ma! I got a thing going here.

JANET:

- You got lint on your fuzz.

BARRY:

- Ow! That's me!

JANET:

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

- Bye!

(Barry flies out the door)

JANET:

Barry, I told you,

stop flying in the house!

(Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a

newspaper)

BARRY==

- Hey, Adam.

ADAM:

- Hey, Barry.

(Adam gets in Barry's car)

- Is that fuzz gel?

BARRY:

- A little. Special day, graduation.

ADAM:

Never thought I'd make it.

(Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)

BARRY:

Three days grade school,

three days high school...

ADAM:

Those were awkward.

BARRY:

Three days college. I'm glad I took

a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

ADAM==

You did come back different.

(Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)

ARTIE:

- Hi, Barry!

BARRY:

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

ADAM:

- Hear about Frankie?

BARRY:

- Yeah.

ADAM==

- You going to the funeral?

BARRY:

- No, I'm not going to his funeral.

Everybody knows,

sting someone, you die.

Don't waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

ADAM:

I guess he could have

just gotten out of the way.

(The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the

highway)

I love this incorporating

an amusement park into our regular day.

BARRY:

I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.

(Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating

students)

Boy, quite a bit of pomp...

under the circumstances.

(Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)

- Well, Adam, today we are men.

ADAM:

- We are!

BARRY=

- Bee-men.

=ADAM=

- Amen!

BARRY AND ADAM:

Hallelujah!

(Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)

ANNOUNCER:

Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

DEAN BUZZWELL:

Welcome, New Hive Oity

graduating class of...

...9:

That concludes our ceremonies.

And begins your career

at Honex Industries!

ADAM:

Will we pick our job today?

(Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)

BARRY=

I heard it's just orientation.

(Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically

loaded into the buses)

TOUR GUIDE:

Heads up! Here we go.

ANNOUNCER:

Keep your hands and antennas

inside the tram at all times.

BARRY:

- Wonder what it'll be like?

ADAM:

- A little scary.

TOUR GUIDE==

Welcome to Honex,

a division of Honesco

and a part of the Hexagon Group.

Barry:

This is it!

BARRY AND ADAM:

Wow.

BARRY:

Wow.

(The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive

complicated Honey-making machines)

TOUR GUIDE:

We know that you, as a bee,

have worked your whole life

to get to the point where you

can work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen

Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.

Our top-secret formula

is automatically color-corrected,

scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured

into this soothing sweet syrup

with its distinctive

golden glow you know as...

EVERYONE ON BUS:

Honey!

(The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into

the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)

ADAM:

- That girl was hot.

BARRY:

- She's my cousin!

ADAM==

- She is?

BARRY:

- Yes, we're all cousins.

ADAM:

- Right. You're right.

TOUR GUIDE:

- At Honex, we constantly strive

to improve every aspect

of bee existence.

These bees are stress-testing

a new helmet technology.

(The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the

ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but

you can hear him groan)

ADAM==

- What do you think he makes?

BARRY:

- Not enough.

TOUR GUIDE:

Here we have our latest advancement,

the Krelman.

(They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each

wearing a finger-shaped hat)

Barry:

- Wow, What does that do?

TOUR GUIDE:

- Catches that little strand of honey

that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

ADAM:

(Intrigued)

Can anyone work on the Krelman?

TOUR GUIDE:

Of course. Most bee jobs are

small ones.

But bees know that every small job,

if it's done well, means a lot.

But choose carefully

because you'll stay in the job

you pick for the rest of your life.

(Everyone claps except for Barry)

BARRY:

The same job the rest of your life?

I didn't know that.

ADAM:

What's the difference?

TOUR GUIDE:

You'll be happy to know that bees,

as a species, haven't had one day off

in 27 million years.

BARRY:

(Upset)

So you'll just work us to death?

We'll sure try.

(Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back

home together)

ADAM:

Wow! That blew my mind!

BARRY:

"What's the difference?"

How can you say that?

One job forever?

That's an insane choice to have to make.

ADAM:

I'm relieved. Now we only have

to make one decision in life.

BARRY:

But, Adam, how could they

never have told us that?

ADAM:

Why would you question anything?

We're bees.

We're the most perfectly

functioning society on Earth.

BARRY:

You ever think maybe things

work a little too well here?

ADAM:

Like what? Give me one example.

(Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that

hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect

unison)

BARRY:

I don't know. But you know

what I'm talking about.

ANNOUNCER:

Please clear the gate.

Royal Nectar Force on approach.

BARRY:

Wait a second. Check it out.

(The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)

- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!

ADAM:

- Wow.

I've never seen them this close.

BARRY:

They know what it's like

outside the hive.

ADAM:

Yeah, but some don't come back.

GIRL BEES:

- Hey, Jocks!

- Hi, Jocks!

(The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar

to trucks, which drive away)

LOU LO DUVA:

You guys did great!

You're monsters!

You're sky freaks!

I love it!

(Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)

I love it!

ADAM:

- I wonder where they were.

BARRY:

- I don't know.

Their day's not planned.

Outside the hive, flying who knows

where, doing who knows what.

You can't just decide to be a Pollen

Jock. You have to be bred for that.

ADAM==

Right.

(Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen

Jocks)

BARRY:

Look at that. That's more pollen

than you and I will see in a lifetime.

ADAM:

It's just a status symbol.

Bees make too much of it.

BARRY:

Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it

and the ladies see you wearing it.

(Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)

ADAM==

Those ladies?

Aren't they our cousins too?

BARRY:

Distant. Distant.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

Look at these two.

POLLEN JOCK #2:

- Couple of Hive Harrys.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

- Let's have fun with them.

GIRL BEE #1:

It must be dangerous

being a Pollen Jock.

BARRY:

Yeah. Once a bear pinned me

against a mushroom!

He had a paw on my throat,

and with the other, he was slapping me!

(Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)

GIRL BEE #2:

- Oh, my!

BARRY:

- I never thought I'd knock him out.

GIRL BEE #1:

(Looking at Adam)

What were you doing during this?

ADAM:

Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.

BARRY:

I can autograph that.

(The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and

Adam really are pollen jocks.)

POLLEN JOCK #1:

A little gusty out there today,

wasn't it, comrades?

BARRY:

Yeah. Gusty.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

We're hitting a sunflower patch

six miles from here tomorrow.

BARRY:

- Six miles, huh?

ADAM:

- Barry!

POLLEN JOCK #2:

A puddle jump for us,

but maybe you're not up for it.

BARRY:

- Maybe I am.

ADAM:

- You are not!

POLLEN JOCK #1:

We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

What do you think, buzzy-boy?

Are you bee enough?

BARRY:

I might be. It all depends

on what 0900 means.

(The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at

night)

MARTIN:

Hey, Honex!

BARRY:

Dad, you surprised me.

MARTIN:

You decide what you're interested in?

BARRY:

- Well, there's a lot of choices.

- But you only get one.

Do you ever get bored

doing the same job every day?

MARTIN:

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you just

move it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm.

It's a beautiful thing.

BARRY:

You know, Dad,

the more I think about it,

maybe the honey field

just isn't right for me.

MARTIN:

You were thinking of what,

making balloon animals?

That's a bad job

for a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son's not sure

he wants to go into honey!

JANET:

- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

BARRY:

- I'm not trying to be funny.

MARTIN:

You're not funny! You're going

into honey. Our son, the stirrer!

JANET:

- You're gonna be a stirrer?

BARRY:

- No one's listening to me!

MARTIN:

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

BARRY:

I could say anything right now.

I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

(Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)

MARTIN:

Let's open some honey and celebrate!

BARRY:

Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.

Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper. Get

a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

JANET:

I'm so proud.

(The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)

ADAM:

- We're starting work today!

BARRY:

- Today's the day.

ADAM:

Come on! All the good jobs

will be gone.

BARRY:

Yeah, right.

JOB LISTER:

Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,

stirrer, front desk, hair removal...

BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:

- Is it still available?

JOB LISTER:

- Hang on. Two left!

One of them's yours! Congratulations!

Step to the side.

ADAM:

- What'd you get?

BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:

- Picking crud out. Stellar!

(He walks away)

ADAM:

Wow!

JOB LISTER:

Couple of newbies?

ADAM:

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

JOB LISTER:

Make your choice.

(Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly

changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very

confusing)

ADAM:

- You want to go first?

BARRY:

- No, you go.

ADAM:

Oh, my. What's available?

JOB LISTER:

Restroom attendant's open,

not for the reason you think.

ADAM:

- Any chance of getting the Krelman?

JOB LISTER:

- Sure, you're on.

(Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)

(Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)

I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

(Takes Adam's hat off)

Wax monkey's always open.

ADAM:

The Krelman opened up again.

What happened?

JOB LISTER:

A bee died. Makes an opening. See?

He's dead. Another dead one.

Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

Dead from the neck up.

Dead from the neck down. That's life!

ADAM:

Oh, this is so hard!

(Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)

Heating, cooling,

stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

humming, inspector number seven,

lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,

mite wrangler. Barry, what

do you think I should... Barry?

(Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)

Barry!

POLLEN JOCK:

All right, we've got the sunflower patch

in quadrant nine...

ADAM:

(Through phone)

What happened to you?

Where are you?

BARRY:

- I'm going out.

ADAM:

- Out? Out where?

BARRY:

- Out there.

ADAM:

- Oh, no!

BARRY:

I have to, before I go

to work for the rest of my life.

ADAM:

You're gonna die! You're crazy!

(Barry hangs up)

Hello?

POLLEN JOCK #2:

Another call coming in.

If anyone's feeling brave,

there's a Korean deli on 83rd

that gets their roses today.

BARRY:

Hey, guys.

POLLEN JOCK #1 ==

- Look at that.

POLLEN JOCK #2:

- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?

LOU LO DUVA:

Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

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

(Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)

LOU LO DUVA:

(To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:

(To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.

- Thank you.

LOU LO DUVA:

- OK.

You got a rain advisory today,

and as you all know,

bees cannot fly in rain.

So be careful. As always,

watch your brooms,

hockey sticks, dogs,

birds, bears and bats.

Also, I got a couple of reports

of root beer being poured on us.

Murphy's in a home because of it,

babbling like a cicada!

BARRY:

- That's awful.

LOU LO DUVA:

(Still talking through megaphone)

- And a reminder for you rookies,

bee law number one,

absolutely no talking to humans!

All right, launch positions!

POLLEN JOCKS:

(The Pollen Jocks run into formation)

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

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

LOU LU DUVA:

Black and yellow!

POLLEN JOCKS:

Hello!

POLLEN JOCK #1:

(To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?

BARRY:

Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

POLLEN JOCK's:

Wind, check.

- Antennae, check.

- Nectar pack, check.

- Wings, check.

- Stinger, check.

BARRY:

Scared out of my shorts, check.

LOU LO DUVA:

OK, ladies,

let's move it out!

Pound those petunias,

you striped stem-suckers!

All of you, drain those flowers!

(The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)

BARRY:

Wow! I'm out!

I can't believe I'm out!

So blue.

I feel so fast and free!

Box kite!

(Barry flies through the kite)

Wow!

Flowers!

(A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to

heat sink goggles.)

POLLEN JOCK:

This is Blue Leader.

We have roses visual.

Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

Roses!

POLLEN JOCK #1:

30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

Stand to the side, kid.

It's got a bit of a kick.

(The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that

suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)

BARRY:

That is one nectar collector!

POLLEN JOCK #1==

- Ever see pollination up close?

BARRY:

- No, sir.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

(Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles

pollen as he goes)

I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it

over here. Maybe a dash over there,

a pinch on that one.

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

BARRY:

That's amazing. Why do we do that?

POLLEN JOCK #1:

That's pollen power. More pollen, more

flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

BARRY:

Cool.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.

could be daisies. Don't we need those?

POLLEN JOCK #2:

Copy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowers

seems to be on the move.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

Say again? You're reporting

a moving flower?

POLLEN JOCK #2:

Affirmative.

(The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are

obviously just tennis balls)

KEN:

(In the distance) That was on the line!

POLLEN JOCK #1:

This is the coolest. What is it?

POLLEN JOCK #2:

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

It smells good.

Not like a flower, but I like it.

POLLEN JOCK #1:

Yeah, fuzzy.

(Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)

POLLEN JOCK #3==

Chemical-y.

(The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)

POLLEN JOCK #1:

Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.

(The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of

one of the tennis balls)

POLLEN JOCK #2:

My sweet lord of bees!

POLLEN JOCK #3:

Candy-brain, get off there!

POLLEN JOCK #1:

(Pointing upwards)

Problem!

(A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck

to)

BARRY:

- Guys!

POLLEN JOCK #2:

- This could be bad.

POLLEN JOCK #3:

Affirmative.

(Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick

to it)

BARRY==

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

(Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is

still stuck to the ball)

POLLEN JOCK #1:

You are way out of position, rookie!

KEN:

Coming in at you like a MISSILE!

(Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)

BARRY:

(In slow motion)

Help me!

POLLEN JOCK #2:

I don't think these are flowers.

POLLEN JOCK #3:

- Should we tell him?

POLLEN JOCK #1:

- I think he knows.

BARRY:

What is this?!

KEN:

Match point!

You can start packing up, honey,

because you're about to EAT IT!

(A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way

with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)

BARRY:

Yowser!

(Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies

into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)

BARRY:

Ew, gross.

(The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry

into the car)

GIRL IN CAR:

There's a bee in the car!

- Do something!

DAD DRIVING CAR:

- I'm driving!

BABY GIRL:

(Waving at Barry)

- Hi, bee.

(Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)

GUY IN BACK OF CAR:

- He's back here!

He's going to sting me!

GIRL IN CAR:

Nobody move. If you don't move,

he won't sting you. Freeze!

(Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)

GRANDMA IN CAR==

He blinked!

(The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,

climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)

GIRL IN CAR:

Spray him, Granny!

DAD DRIVING THE CAR:

What are you doing?!

(Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above

the ground, safe.)

BARRY:

Wow... the tension level

out here is unbelievable.

(Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds

moving into this direction)

I gotta get home.

Can't fly in rain.

(A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)

Can't fly in rain.

(A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)

Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

(WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a

plant inside an apartment near the window)

VANESSA BLOOME:

Ken, could you close

the window please?

KEN==

Hey, check out my new resume.

I made it into a fold-out brochure.

You see?

(Folds brochure resume out)

Folds out.

(Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)

BARRY:

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

(Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)

What was that?

(Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back

because the window is closed)

Maybe this time. This time. This time.

This time! This time! This...

Drapes!

(Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)

That is diabolical.

KEN:

It's fantastic. It's got all my special

skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

ANDY:

What's number one? Star Wars?

KEN:

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

(Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)

...kind of stuff.

BARRY:

No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.

They're out of their minds.

KEN:

When I leave a job interview, they're

flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.

BARRY:

(Looking at the light on the ceiling)

There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.

(Starts flying towards the lightbulb)

I don't remember the sun

having a big 75 on it.

(Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the

humans are sitting at)

KEN:

I predicted global warming.

I could feel it getting hotter.

At first I thought it was just me.

(Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and

is about to put it in his mouth)

Wait! Stop! Bee!

(Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans

freak out)

Stand back. These are winter boots.

(Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but

Vanessa saves him last second)

VANESSA:

Wait!

Don't kill him!

(Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)

KEN:

You know I'm allergic to them!

This thing could kill me!

VANESSA:

Why does his life have

less value than yours?

KEN:

Why does his life have any less value

than mine? Is that your statement?

VANESSA:

I'm just saying all life has value. You

don't know what he's capable of feeling.

(Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can

carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)

KEN:

My brochure!

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ToS: Season 2 Rewatch: 3.4: And the Children Shall Lead. (CW: Suicide)

The main three beam down in response to a distress signal to find nearly everyone dead. They take zero precautions against pathogens or alien parasites despite a number of previous times they answered distress calls only to get infected by a deadly pathogen or taken over by aliens. seriously, have these people learned nothing at all in three years? A dying friend of Kirk doesn't recognize him. It looks like it's all self inflicted. They get a damaged recording of a man yelling about an "enemy within."

All the colony children are alive though, and playing rather than traumatized. Shatner's WTF face may be some of the most believable acting of his whole career. Nimoy still wins though of the three of them, despite DeForest Kelly's excellent entry. McCoy thinks it's a trauma response and wants to get them up to the ship instead of letting the others interrogate them, so he beams up with the children without any quarantine procedures in place. Spock suspects induced suicide caused by a biological or chemical agent, yet they are not wearing NBC suits or even the most basic PPE. Just saying. yes, it won't help with dis corporate aliens and the like, but they don't know what caused it yet. Anyway, maybe the children are behaving oddly through fear of punishment or promise of reward. I wonder if this episode influenced Children of the Corn?

Spock finds a weird reading in a nearby cave. Nothing humanoid is in there (except themselves, presumably). Kirk gets anxiety. Spock feels nothing. Kirk gets weird and paranoid rapidly, in some of the worst acting of Shatner's career. It passes so they beam up with no anti-infection protocols despite kirk possibly being infected.

Nurse Chapel gives the kids ice cream using primitive replicators as a special treat. No one is wearing PPE. One child, Stevey, is singled out by the narrative. McCoy says there is nothing physically wrong with them. McCoy wants to go to a star base to spread the possible infection and let a real child psychologist deal with them. Kirk insists on interrogating them against the doctors orders.

Kirk tries to relate to the children and asks leading questions. Nurse Chapel: Parents like children. Little Girl: That's what you think. Kirk presses. They start chanting "Bizzy! Bizzy!" and the girl pretends to be a bee stinging Kirk. The leader of the children asks for more ice cream. Kirk's refusal is proof "They all say it." When questioned the leader says his father was upset the day he died. "They were always upset." Was this episode influenced by the Twilight Zone's "It's a Good Life?" The planet was for adults, who loved it down there, always "Bizzy." a clue, methinks! Kirk sensibly puts a guard on the children.

The children do a ritual to summon "The Angel." An alien appears, telling them they did very well in infiltrating the Enterprise. The adults will want to take them to a Star base, but they should get them to take them to Marcus 12, with millions on it. Maybe a million friends to join them. The rest (adults, I assume) will be enemies. They will defeat the enemies, no one will tell them what to do, and the alien will rule the universe. The children are ordered to take over the Enterprise.

They clean up the tricoder recording. The adults had anxiety, of which the children are free. They kept poking around in the cave, despite growing anxiety. The last survivor of a dead race took refuge in there long ago.

The children want to go to Markus XII. Kirk says no. The leader stays on the bridge to psychically influence the navigators. The girl turns up with her security guard. The Leader is making them think they are circling the planet still when they are actually flying to Markus XII. Uhura notices and gets zapped too. Scotty notices down in engineering, but they already zapped the other Engineers. They fight, but Scotty wins.

On the tapes, the expedition head says they were making him do things like call Starfleet for transportation. he tried to warn them when he realized what he'd done, but "The Enemy within!" The dispatch was never sent. It happened fast. They realize that whatever it was misled 'the innocent' IE: The children. The destroyed race were marauders that kept attacking their neighbors until they were eventually destroyed by their combined victims. Kirk thinks the evil has returned. McCoy objects to damaging the children. Kirk is like the ship comes first.

Kirk goes to switch planetary investigation crews, but the planet isn't there, so the guys they send down are beamed into space and they can't bring up the ones they left down there. Why are there no safety protocols for this?

The children summon the alien on the bridge surrounded by tranced out adults. Kirk is not best pleased. The alien says they've been discovered, but it's too late for the adults to stop them. If the adults give them trouble the children should release the beast of fear in the adults. Kirk battles the leader for control of Sulu and Uhura. The child makes Uhura see herself old, which... fuck you writers. Let's make the woman vane. Sulu thinks if he changes course they will be destroyed. Spock refuses to obey the order to send a report to StarFleet. he fails to obey, despite all that mental discipline training and I think that makes no sense. Logically, Spock should be resistant rather than Kirk, but Spock does break the control. The security guards can't understand Kirk. Spock takes Kirk off the bridge, just as Kirk succumbs to his fear of losing control.

Spock mind melds him and fixes it in the elevator. Scotty's been zapped and threatens to kill Kirk if he touches the instruments. The engineers attack, but Spock and Kirk escape. Spock wants to do something about the children, "Without followers evil can not spread." The ship and the crew are in danger. "The evil is spreading fast." Kirk agrees that if they can't excise the evil the children will need to be killed. Chekhov turns up with security to arrest them. The Leader gets Chekhov to threaten to kill them. Conflicting loyalties are invoked. A fight ensues. The leader runs when his people lose.

Kirk returns to the bridge, where the leader is in the captain's seat. A very childish argument ensues. Kirk points out their leader is afraid to be seen. If he's not afraid he should show himself. Spock plays the recording of the Alien summoning chant. The Alien appears. Kirk and Spock argue with him. he thinks Kirk and Spock's gentleness makes them weak. They show the children pictures of the children playing with their late parents. They smile. Then there is the image of their dead parents and the smiles fade. So very manipulative. The Alien tries to justify murdering their parents to the crying children. Kirk points out to the children that without them the alien is nothing. he turns "ugly," because of course star Trek needs to hammer in the idea that the beautiful are good and anyone who isn't is bad. Fuck you, Roddenberry.

#Suicide #ToS #Star Trek

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TAFAKKUR: Part 380

SPIDERS: MASTER HUNTERS

Spiders are a species of arachnids in the family of animals called anthropods. All spiders are predatory, feeding mainly on insects, and are very efficient hunters. Many (not all) weave webs or traps to catch their victims, then secrete a poison from behind their fangs to stun or even kill them outright.

The spider’s web is woven from a special silk. This is a fibrous protein first secreted as a fluid and then stretched into strands which, because of their strength and elasticity, are extraordinarily resistant to breakage.

Garden spiders (Arena diedemata) make their webs from two different silks. The threads of the main structure are woven from a strong silk which can be stretched further (by as much as 20%) but then loses its strength. By contrast, the other kind of silk, used between the main threads, is lighter and stickier and can be expanded three times without losing its original characteristics. Under a microscope drops containing a reserve of silk can be seen at intervals on these thinner ‘hunting silks’.

After its web is complete the spider hides out of sight, somewhere on the outer strands of the web. When an insect flies into the web and struggles, the spider is alerted by the vibrations and runs out. It rapidly contains the victim’s struggle to escape by tying it up with the silk set aside for this purpose in the drops: the elasticity of the hunting silks is vital in this task. While tying it up, the spider injects the victim with the poison from behind its jaws which both paralyses the insect and acts as a digestive juice softening up the now helpless corpse. The spider then goes on injecting and sucking back fluids until the soft parts of the corpse have been digested - any skeletal parts left over are simply discarded.

Spiders put their weaving skills to a number of different uses. As well as making the insect traps we call spider webs, they weave draglines’ that help them to locate themselves and to break their fall if they should slip. Small spiders spin a sort of ‘parachute’ thread that allows them to be carried on the wind.

Some species of spider make active traps. Menneus spins an elastic net between its legs and sweeps it through the air to catch passing insects. Cledomelea dangles from one leg a blob of sticky silk at the end of a long thread and swings it out to attach its prey. Trapdoor spiders (Ctenizidae) dig a burrow closed by a silken door; when an insect ventures near, the spider darts out to capture the imprudent victim.

Spider webs are beautiful, intricate constructions: threads which serve as scaffolding during the construction process are removed once the web, a mesh of sticky and non-sticky lines, has been completed. The skill of producing webs is clearly instinctive, but the irregularity and variety of web forms shows that the skill is adapted by individual species to serve different functions and suit different circumstances - some webs hang in the air to catch insects as they fly, others are laid across the ground, both at angles calculated (presumably by experience) to lure and intercept prey.

Recent research has shown that some A. Glomosus spiders use ultraviolet rays to attract their prey. In one experiment fruit flies (Drosophila) were set free between two webs lit up by a white beam. One web was that of a A. Glomosus spider and radiated ultraviolet rays; the other was not: the flies were attracted to the former

Another remarkable species are the Dolmedes spiders which have long legs (8-10 cm) and striped, brown bodies. They live near water ponds where they have learnt, despite having very poor sight, to catch fish. Their hunting-gathering technique is of awe-inspiring dexterity and patience, rivaling that of any human fisherman. First the spider walks around on the bank to pick a site suitable for laying a web. Once that is done, it waits patiently, standing partly on water and partly on land. A special sticky secretion helps secure its hold on the surface of the water. While waiting, it prepares its poison in its mouth. When a small fish happens by, the spider plunges forward to seize it, releasing its poison into the water as it does so. As the poison begins to work, the spider turns over making its own body a sort of float for the struggling fish, carries it to land and there consumes it.

Some species of spiders do not make webs to ensnare their prey. Instead, they actively pursue their prey or lie in ambush for it. They are endowed with specially keen sight or touch sense, used respectively for hunting in daylight or in the dark. The ambushing varieties are remarkably well camouflaged - the colour and shape of their bodies making them almost invisible against the immediate background of leaves or bark or stones and sand.

One of the night-hunting spiders of the Amazon jungle spends the day hiding in crevices or in holes in trees, emerging into the jungle at night to stalk its food. Its legs spread the width of a human hand and move with utmost stealth until, when near enough, the spider makes a sudden, final dash, seizing small mammals (humming-birds, for example), stunning them with its poison, then dragging and shaking them to death. The detestation and horror this species arouses in human beings is hardly justified - its poison is not more troubling to a human than a bee sting.

Reputation and significance

Spiders have a very negative image among human beings. Perhaps the number of legs, the grotesque facial expression, the hairiness of some species, the fact that they carry a poison, but most of all, the fact that they hide in corners and come out unexpectedly - have contributed to the spiders’ bad reputation. The poison of spiders, with just two exceptions (the ‘black widow’ and the ‘brown recluse’), is relatively harmless to humans.

Spider silk cannot economically be converted into silk cloth for human use. However, it has been used for the cross-hairs of optical instruments. More recently, the silk of the tropical species Nephila has been employed in the manufacture of bullet-proof jackets. The Nephila spin huge webs strung across trees, as long as 2 metres or more, and of a silk so strong and elastic that the local peoples make very effective fishing nets from it.

On balance, it is high time human beings overcame their irrational detestation of spiders. We should be grateful to them for all the good they do for us in preserving our persons and properties, especially our crops, against devastation by insects. One authority calculated the spider population of England and Wales as of the order of 2.5 billions at any one time. This means that if (at a most conservative estimate) each spider eats 100 insects a year, then the total number of insects consumed by spiders is 250 billions annually.

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Not a Good Look: Chapter 6

@thequeenofpotatoeunicornss @lady-charinette @elmokingkong tagged as requested :)

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Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

I thought I slipped a line in the last chapter but I apparently totally flaked, so to clarify: Alya was in fact recording invisibly.

“Okay, remember the plan,” Ladybug says, pacing her room in front of Alya and Nino. “Alya, you need to get video proof of Hawkmoth. Do that and you’ll have everything you need for the Ladyblog. Nino, you have to get the Peacock – and you can’t let Nathalie get to it first, or we’ll have a sentimonster to deal with! The goal is to get in and out, understood? No drawn-out battles!”

She’s keenly aware that this is the nth time she’s rehashed the plan for Alya and Nino but considering the ladybugs that are jittering around in her stomach and getting clogged in her throat, she’s sure she could be forgiven. Alya and Nino nod, clad in the Tiger’s magenta and the Dragon’s red, black, and gold respectively.

“Understood, Ladybug,” Alya says gravely.

“And you need temporary names,” Ladybug says. “I know that you don’t want to grow attached to your new transformations, but I can’t call you Alya and Nino when we’re in there.”

“Just go with Tigresse and Redfang then, dude,” says Nino – Redfang – after a moment of silent conversation with his girlfriend. “Quick and simple. Trixx and Longg are cool but I can’t wait to be Carapace again. No offence, dude.”

Trixx just shrugs from where he’s perched on Ladybug’s shoulder, next to the fox necklace around Ladybug’s neck. “It’s okay. I miss my kit. Orange suits her way better than magenta.”

“Yeah,” Tigresse says. “Roaar’s cool but she’s no Trixx.”

“Tigresse and Redfang. Right.” Ladybug swipes open her yo-yo and dials the Horse, and she’s greeted with Kagami’s brown-masked face after only two rings. “We’re ready. Are you sure you can open a portal remotely, or do you need to come here?”

“I’m sure,” Kagami says. “I’d rather not leave in case my mother comes to check in on me. But I’ll have my phone with me, so you can call me even when I transform back. Give me a moment.” She places her horseshoe down on her bed, giving Ladybug a fuzzy view of her ceiling, and slides to her feet. After a few seconds, there’s a faint, “Voyage!” and a crackling blue portal opens in front of Ladybug, showing Adrien leaping out of his bed and calling on his Chat Noir transformation as soon as it appears.

“Right.” Ladybug squares her shoulders, ignores her fluttering stomach, and walks straight through the portal, followed by Tigresse and Redfang. Chat Noir envelops her in a quick hug as soon as her spotted feet land on his shiny wooden floor, and she takes a moment to bury her face in the crook of his neck and inhale the scent of sweat and musky earth, just like whenever she’s hugged Adrien; thank god for Miraculous identity magic, because otherwise she’d feel like the world’s biggest dumdum for not figuring out that her crush was her superhero partner, considering how…intense her feelings for him have gotten in the past.

“Thanks for letting me be the one to sting him,” Chat Noir says with a twisted little grin once Ladybug’s stepped back and handed him the Bee comb. Pollen appears in a flash of golden light and bows to Chat Noir as he slides the comb into his messy hair.

“At your service, my king,” Pollen says.

“Still as stuffy as always, honeybun,” Trixx teases. Pollen shoots him a glare that’s somehow regal and dignified despite its venom.

“I’m not your king,” Chat Noir says. “This is a one-off. Actually, I don’t even know who your new holder’ll be. Kagami, maybe, if she’s not too attached to Longg?”

“She would make a good Bee,” Ladybug agrees. “But we don’t have time for that. Where is everyone else in the house?”

“My bodyguard’s in his room,” Chat Noir says immediately. “I took a risk and, um…told him who I am. He agreed he wouldn’t get in our way, so he won’t come running no matter how much sound we make, but that means he also won’t be able to help us. Considering that he’s got, like, ten figurines of me, I’d hope he’d be on our side,” he adds under his breath. Ladybug snorts.

“Yeah, okay, I doubt he’ll betray us,” she says. She wants to be annoyed that Chat Noir had just up and told someone his identity, but he’s her partner and if he says he can trust someone enough to keep the secret, well, she has to trust him enough to let him handle it. “And the others?”

“Nathalie’s in her office and Fa – Hawkmoth’s retired for the night. I hoped Nathalie would go home but, well…she’s been spending more and more time here since Heroes’ Day. Now I know it’s because she’s Mayura and she and Hawkmoth have this weird thing going on.”

“Ugh, gross.” Tigresse wrinkles her nose, which only makes her look adorable considering that it’s underneath the black feline nose of her magenta mask. Chat Noir, meanwhile, looks like he’s trying to fight back a gag. Had he seen something during one of his Aspik cycles? “I don’t even want to know what supervillains get up to. You ready, babe?”

“Of course.” Redfang gives her a quick kiss and then crosses over to Adrien’s light switch and hisses, “Thunder Dragon!” Once he’s turned into a bolt of electricity, he zips into the light switch and the crackling that accompanies his elemental transformation fades with him.

“Let’s do this, kitty cat.” Ladybug clasps her hands. “Tikki, Trixx, unify!”

“Plagg, Pollen, unify!” Chat Noir echoes. His new merged outfit is pretty much identical to his Chat Noir outfit, only with a black-striped yellow belly, gloves, and boots, a yellow and black tail that now looks a lot like a long stinger, black strands in his golden hair, and a trompo around his waist rather than a lyre. Ladyfox’s suit, on the other hand, has turned as orange as the Fox, while a white patch has formed on her belly, her arms and legs are black up to her elbows and knees, she has a wide fox tail around her waist under her yo-yo, and her black spots remain.

“Well, kitty, you look pawsitively bee-autiful,” Ladyfox purrs. Abeille Noir’s cheeks flush red.

“You’re one to talk, foxy bug,” he shoots back. Tigresse clears her throat.

“Can we get on with this before I throw up?” she says. “Because now that I know that you two are my best friends, I don’t know whether to cheer you on or force you to stop.”

“Fine, fine,” Abeille Noir grumbles. “I’ll remember this next time you’re making out with Nino. Let’s go.”

Thankfully, unlike Multimouse and Aspik’s failed adventure, there’s no one out in the halls this time; considering that it’s pretty much midnight, Ladyfox hadn’t really been expecting anyone, but overconfidence has never served anybody well, so it’s better to be wary in cases like this. Tigresse summons her invisibility with a whisper before they set off through the dark maze of hallways, deep into a wing of the mansion where Ladyfox has never gone before. Abeille Noir probably hasn’t been here too often either, if the growing apprehension on his face as they plunge deeper into the depths of the mansion is any indication.

“Hey.” Ladyfox grabs his yellow-gloved hand. “It’ll be okay. You’ve got me and Tigresse right here with you.”

Abeille Noir swallows and shoots her a small grin before pausing in front of a door and closing his eyes. With a deep breath, he opens them and reaches out to grasp the doorknob, then turns it and pushes the door open ever so slowly, pausing frequently to avoid any squeaking. Ladyfox probably has about ten panic attacks in the time it takes for Abeille Noir to get the door fully open, but there’s thankfully no sound of alarm from within the room, so they seem to be undetected…for now.

Also, thankfully, Gabriel Agreste is wearing clothes. He doesn’t seem the type to sleep in the nude or at least shirtless but, well, considering that he’s ninety-nine percent certainly Hawkmoth and he’s definitely been plotting to get her akumatised and sell Adrien off to Lila, there’s a lot that Ladyfox doesn’t know about him. And sure enough, once they’re close enough that they can touch him – not that they would if they could help it – there’s a small oval brooch on his nightshirt, gleaming in the sliver of moonlight streaming through the closed curtains. Abeille Noir sucks in a deep breath that thankfully doesn’t wake Gabriel. Now they just have to get the brooch off and then they’ll be home free; they can only hope that Gabriel doesn’t expect anyone to come into his room at midnight and steal his magic jewellery, especially not a team of superheroes.

But when Gabriel suddenly awakens and clamps his hand around Ladyfox’s wrist right as she’s got a grip on the brooch, she can’t help but let out a small squeal and almost crash backwards into Tigresse and Abeille Noir, who also give twin shrieks. Ladyfox tries to back away, but Gabriel has all the leverage once he’s straightened up and grabbed her by the throat, and he forces her down onto the dishevelled blankets with wild eyes.

“You really thought I wouldn’t order my kwami to wake me at the first sign of danger?” Gabriel growls. “Nooroo, dark wings rise!” Now it’s Hawkmoth who’s got her pinned to the bed, grasping furiously for her earrings…but then he suddenly freezes and turns into nothing but dead weight that Ladyfox quickly kicks off her.

“Are you okay, milady?” Abeille Noir says frantically as a trembling Ladyfox snatches the brooch off Hawkmoth’s shirt. He turns back into Gabriel Agreste in a flash of purple light, accompanied by a purple kwami with butterfly wings who lets out a gasp and shoots for Abeille Noir, burying themselves in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I should’ve Venomed him sooner instead of panicking –”

“It’s okay, kitty. Really.” Ladyfox lets him tug her in for a tight hug. “We all panicked. I hadn’t even expected that he’d get Nooroo to warn him if someone tried to take the brooch. Tigresse, you can stop filming.”

“Oh, thank you, Master Adrien!” Nooroo cries into Abeille Noir’s suit. Abeille Noir’s hands instinctively rise to cover the tiny butterfly kwami. “I’m so sorry – I never wanted to do any of what I’ve done, and I didn’t want to warn him, but he ordered me to do so, and now I’ve scared Ladybug –”

“Nooroo, it’s fine. Really,” Ladyfox says soothingly. “It was just a fright. And you couldn’t help doing what you were told.”

“Wait, how do you know who I am?” Abeille Noir pulls Nooroo away and cups him gently. “You’ve known all this time?”

“Of course,” Nooroo says. “I was ordered to hide my presence from everyone except for Master Gabriel and Nathalie but Plagg wasn’t under any such instructions. It wasn’t hard for me to detect him, even if I was forbidden from giving him any sign that I was there.”

“And you didn’t tell Hawkmoth?” Abeille Noir says. “I didn’t think you could disobey him.”

“I didn’t disobey him,” Nooroo says with a shaky little shrug. “But he never directly asked if I knew you were Chat Noir. He’s asked for my thoughts and he even said that he suspected you of being Chat Noir but so long as he didn’t give me a direct order, I didn’t have to tell him.”

“Okay, as sweet as this all is,” says Tigresse, “I’m gonna time out soon and that Venom won’t last forever.”

“Right. Right.” Ladyfox tucks the Butterfly Miraculous into her yo-yo and Nooroo vanishes with it. “Let’s just hope that Redfang got the Peacock.”

They fall into the post-adrenaline trap of taking much less care on their way back to Adrien’s room, not bothering to keep the sounds of their footsteps and breathing down, so it’s no wonder that around the corner from Adrien’s room, they’re forced to skid to a halt and hold their breaths to avoid being detected by Nathalie, whose heels clack against the expensive floor as she makes her way down the hall.

“Adrien? I thought I heard something.” She raps on Adrien’s door and frowns when there’s no answer. “Adrien?”

“Do something, milady!” Abeille Noir hisses in Ladyfox’s ear. She immediately unslings her flute and frowns, waiting for Nathalie to knock on the door again so that she can play her flute and summon her Mirage without being heard. A moment later, there’s a massive crash somewhere else in the mansion, and Nathalie takes off running immediately in the opposite direction. Huh. She may be evil but Ladyfox can’t help but envy her ability to run in heels like that.

“Nice thinking, Ladybug!” Tigresse says as they dart for Adrien’s room and shove the door shut behind them. Nino’s on his feet next to the white couch, his eyes wide, with Longg hovering next to him.

“You’re okay!” he says. “I heard the crash and I thought – shit, I thought you guys got caught –”

“It’d take more than an old, crusty white man to take us down, babe,” Tigresse grins and lets her transformation fade before kissing Nino. “You got the Peacock?”

In response, Nino holds out a pin that’s shaped like a peacock tail. “You gotta make her shut up!” he says. “I can’t take any more of it!”

“Any more of what?” Abeille Noir says. “Pollen, divide. Claws in.”

In response, a small blue thing comes whizzing from Adrien’s bathroom and careens around the room, squealing. “Woohoo!” it cries. “A midnight heist! Oh, the drama! The betrayal of father and son!”

“For the last time, Duusu, shut the hell up!” Nino hisses. “You’re gonna get us caught!”

Duusu just giggles and zooms over to bop Plagg on the nose. “Plagg! It’s been so long! You’re it!” she trills and darts away. Plagg facepalms.

“Don’t worry, she’s always been like that,” he says. “Tikki reckons I’m an angel compared to her.”

“Yeah, I can see why,” Adrien says, his eyes glued on Duusu and her mad flight. Ladyfox just sighs.

“Trixx, divide. Spots off. You’ll be okay, Adrien?”

Adrien nods. “I’ll just pretend that I heard a crashing sound that woke me up and my bodyguard told me to stay in my room. He’ll back me up. But you guys should go before we push our luck. And I…” He runs a hand through his messy golden hair. “I need to process the fact that I really am living in the same house as Hawkmoth.”

Marinette grimaces. “I promise we’ll all meet up tomorrow and sort through this together,” she says. “We’ll skip school if we have to. Now that Hawkmoth’s defeated, I think I’ll be okay telling my parents who I am if it means I can be there to have your back.”

“Same here, dude,” Nino says. “No way we’re gonna let you deal with it alone. I just texted Kagami, so she should have the portal ready right –” A crackling blue portal opens right in front of them. “– now.”

Adrien gives Marinette a quick hug and then steps back with a twisted mouth. “See you tomorrow, bugaboo,” he says, sliding the Bee comb out of his hand and handing it to her. “You too, Alya and Nino. And…thanks. For everything. For having my back. For not turning on me because I’m related to Hawkmoth. I’ll text Kagami and thank her too.”

“Of course,” Alya says with a small smile. “You’re our best friend. See you tomorrow, sunshine boy.”

With one last smile and wave, Marinette ducks through the portal and lands back into her room, followed by Alya and Nino. While Alya calls Kagami to fill her in on the mission, Marinette fetches the Miracle Box and opens it up so that she can deposit the Fox, Bee, Peacock and Butterfly where they belong, followed by the Dragon and Tiger when Nino passes them to her. Is the Peacock still broken? It hadn’t malfunctioned at all when they’d touched it, but she’s not sure what knowledge Hawkmoth had wrangled out of Master Fu during that dreadful day, or even if it malfunctions in its disguised form. Maybe he’d fixed it. Maybe it’s still broken. She’ll just have to wait and ask Nooroo and Duusu after a good night’s sleep.

“Well, we’d better get going,” Alya says once she’s hung up, hugging Marinette. “We’ll spin some tale to Lila about losing track of time and making out and stuff. She’ll eat it up, especially after the interview she gave us today. And we’ll tell our parents that we were on some secret mission for Ladybug, so they don’t get mad at us for ditching the kids and being out so late. They don’t need the details, at least till I’ve posted on the Ladyblog.”

“Thanks for everything, Alya,” Marinette says into Alya’s hair. “You too, Nino.”

Nino joins the hug and slaps Marinette on the back. “What are best friends for, dude?” he says. “No one fucks with my bro and gets away with it.”

Once Alya and Nino are gone, Marinette climbs up the ladder to her bed and faceplants onto her pillow, not even bothering to change into her pyjamas. Then she proceeds to scream for the next half hour, reassured with the knowledge that it’s muffled and won’t be heard by her parents, so that she’s not an emotional mess when she transforms and heads to the police station. No way is she leaving her kitty in that house for longer than necessary, nor is she giving Gabriel and Nathalie the chance to weasel out of being caught and punished for everything they’ve done to Paris, even if it means that she has to sacrifice her sleep for that night. But with Hawkmoth and Mayura defeated, hopefully it’s the last time she’ll have to lose sleep.

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“He Who Calls 2 : The Hooded Witch”

“Tell us a story” yelled the small child.

It was 1778 and the Witch by the name of Atunde River sat in the dark forrest with a bowl of water between her legs. They were running away from the evils of slavery.

Atunde had dark brown skin like a freshly aged oak tree. She was plus size and she had black dreads down to her knees. She was 26 years old and a leader of this escape. She was leading dozens to freedom just as she’d done before. She wore a long brown dress decorated with flowers and her eyes were a dark brown.

“Quiet” Atunde muttered.

The three small children sat around her.

“So you want a story,” said Atunde “stare into the bowl”.

“Why” asked Nasir.

“To see the story of course” said Atunde as she closed her eyes “ you have to stare into the bowl. This is a story of a witch in a time far from here. A witch named ‘The Hooded Witch’ “.

The date was February 3rd 2021. The Philadelphia Police surrounded City Hall with their squad cars, guns drawn and spotlights flashed on the building. They yelled through a speaker as Bryan stood in the Attorney General’s office. Gun drawn to his head.

Bryan was a 6 ft Black man and he stood there sweating as lights flashed through the window.

“Tell them I didn’t do it” said Bryan

“Bryan I-“ began the Attorney General

“Tell them I didn’t kill that cop. He attacked us! It wasn’t me.”

“Bryan if you put the gun down we can talk about reduced charges” said the general.

“Fuck that!” Bryan said waving the gun in his face.

The secretary sat on the floor and she screamed with every wave.

“Shutup!” Screamed Bryan.

The door was shut and locked but suddenly a noise was heard from the other side.

“I ordered everybody out who the fuck is that?” Said Bryan.

“I don’t know” yelled the Attorney General.

The steel lock above the door knob began to glow a bright gold. So dark it was almost white and the lock gave off this color as it turned.

“I’ll shoot” yelled Bryan.

The turning stopped. And the door flew opened.

The secretary screamed. The attorney general was pushed to the floor. And Bryan stood there gun drawn.

In the hall stood a tall figure standing 6’4. He wore a long black jacket that hung above his feet, a a black bullet proof vest with dark blue horizontal plates, black boots and a hood pulled up over his head. A dark blue mask covered his nose down to his chin and all that could be seen was this light brown skin mans chestnut eyes. Head and chest high he stood there ready as Bryan whispered “The Hooded Witch”.

“Quite a mess” muttered the Hooded Witch.

“Don’t fucking move sissy” said Bryan as he waved the gun.

“Grandma what big mouth you have” hissed The Hooded Witch as he turned to the Attorney General and muttered “sleep”. The attorney general was halfway crawling to his desk when he collapsed and fell asleep.

“Why’d you do that?!” Yelled Bryan in a panic.

“He has a magnum in his desk. He was going to decorate the walls with the little brains that you do have. Now stop.“

Bryan froze unable to move only breath. The Hooded Witch got close and knocked the gun from his hand and grabbed him by the shirt as he pulled him along.

The secretary screamed and The Hooded Witch said softly “breath slowly”. She stopped screaming and calmly said “I’m breathing”.

The Hooded Witch laughed and walked out as he pulled Bryan along. The Hooded Witch pulled him down the empty halls of the city hall office building and he turned the corner to the exit and there stood 5 police officers guns drawn.

“Fuck” The Hooded Witch turned around as the police ordered him to come back in disillusioned yells.

The Hooded Witch walked calmly almost as if he was on a runway. “Its ok” The Hooded Witch muttered to Bryan “I like pigs in a blanket”. The Witch pulled out a vile filled with a clear potion and he smashed it on the ground. The puddle grew a yard in just a few seconds and as the police ran behind him and drew their guns the puddle sprung up from the ground into 5 different portions. It wrapped around each officer and became a hard puddy, throwing them across the office, some on the ceiling, others into the elevator. The Hooded Witch smiled and dragged Bryan to another exit. All you could hear were the yells of police as The Hooded Witch dragged Bryan along. Bryan in a daze.

The Hooded Witch kicked open the stair well door and there stood 12 police and they opened fire immediately.

The bullets stopped immediately in mid air and began to circulate around The Hooded Witch as if he was the sun.

The Hooded Witch walked away and pulled Bryan. The bullets continued to revolve around them as the police followed and shot. One officer grabbed The Hooded Witch by the shoulder and he grabbed the officers wrist and spun breaking it. He then sent his palm into the chest of another officer simultaneously using his power of heart stimulation sending a shock that threw him a yard off his feet. He ducked a kick from another officer and rose to give a round house kick that sent him slamming through a glass door. The Hooded Witch threw the long bottom of his jacket behind him as he turned around and grabbed Bryan. He grabbed him as the bullets circulated, and they slowly began to buzz and slowly became black and yellow as they turned into Bees. The bees surrounded The Hooded Witch as he approached a office door and kicked it open. Before walking in The Hooded Witch muttered “Kolu” which was Yoruba for “attack”.

The bees that were once bullets surrounded the officers and stung. They sprang shots that then because more bees and attacked even more. Over a hundred bees stinging at them.

The Hooded Witch closed the door and locked it. “Be with me” said the Witch to Bryan. Bryan snapped out of it and backed up yelling “what did you do”.

“I saved you” said The Hooded Witch, he then grabbed Bryan and walked directly through the wall to Bryan’s surprise. They were now on a train platform at the 13th and market station.

Bryan yelled and backed away.

“So lets talk Bryan. I know you didn’t kill that cop. And I know you plan to skip town. In your pocket is a new ID and enough cash to start over.”

“Why are you doing this?” Asked Bryan.

“I help you. You help me. Before you go you’re going to tell me where they’re keeping the women being held against their will. The motels keep changing but I want to know where they are.”

“And if I don’t tell you?” Asked Bryan

“You’ll find out why the scariest people in this city whisper my name. Now tell me. Or you’ll be under this train and not on it.”

Bryan gulped.

“So, where are they?”

“Wow” said Nasir as he looked away from the water.

“Ms.River he’s like you” said Bryanna as she sat on a log swinging her feet.

“He beat that slave patrol like” started MBaku as he stood up and kicked and threw his fist.

“Be quiet” said Atunde in a whisper as she held her laugh “he is indeed powerful. But a Witch in love is a Witch with a weakness”.

They all stared into the bowl as they continued to watch.

The date was February 14th 2021. It was a bright warm night in a beautiful 5 star restaurant in center city. Caleb sat at the table with his fiancé Demarcus. He wore a dark blue turtle neck with black sacks and pointy black dress shoes. Demarcus wore a light gray suit with a dark gray tie that Caleb picked out himself. Caleb ate his crab soup as he listened to Demarcus rave about his case.

“I’ve been calling you all afternoon to talk about this” said Demarcus.

“Yea I was at the gym sorry,” said Caleb.

“You’re taking this pilates class pretty serious” said Demarcus.

Caleb smiled, he was really spending the last 6 months at a Dojo in south Philly learning Martial Arts.

“So I won the case with barely any fight. Its like I was that good or they weren’t even trying” said Demarcus.

“I think you’re that good” said Caleb smiling.

“Of course you do” said Demarcus smiling back.

“So I need your help with the Fishville slasher case “ said Demarcus.

“I told you I’m off that case,” said Caleb “I just don’t feel comfortable with it ok?”

“Babe” began Demarcus “this shit is weird. You’re the King of weird.”

“Wow my desire to sleep with you ever again has died” said Caleb putting down his spoon.

“Look at you on the downside again” said Demarcus laughing “no I meant you’re good at weird cases. Think about it. A man walks into a police station and confesses to a string of murders. He can’t remember anything about the last 72 hours other than the fact that he confronted someone that he calls ‘ The Hooded Witch’ “. The police search his home and find nothing. No weapons, no evidence, nothing. We don’t even know if he’s the real slasher.“

“Of course we do,” said Caleb.

“Oh are you trusting this Hooded Witch guy?” Asked Demarcus.

“Who says they’re a guy” says Caleb.

“Sorry babe” Demarcus says quietly.

“And I’m just saying they’ve done good. They freed those girls from that Motel last week and they captured The Jester. The police couldn’t even do that. Anthony Kale killed 32 people.”

Demarcus stares into space.

“I hate when you do that,” says Caleb.

“No I was just thinking how The Jester lost all his memory as well. All he could remember was the ‘Hooded Witch’ “.

“Well what are you going to do,” said Caleb changing the subject.

“I’m going to get him out.” said Demarcus.

“What?” Asked Caleb.

“The police didn’t find sufficient evidence. Mr. Bestwell has a history of mental illness and his confession wasn’t properly recorded. I can get him out easily.”

“Please don’t” begged Caleb “ you are possibly freeing a murderer?”

“And you want me to send a man to prison who we aren’t certain is a killer” spat Demarcus “I thought you were against things like that?”

“Demarcus,” said Caleb sternly “you can’t help free him. He confessed and the murders stopped what more do we need? Please just trust me.”

“…Okay” said Demarcus “I won’t. I’ll let them give him 40-50 years.”

“Good,” said Caleb “so its settled. You’ll thank me later. You don’t want to be known as the guy who got the fishville slasher out of prison.”

“Right” said Demarcus as he forced a smile.

The children looked away from the water.

“And what happened next Ms. Atunde?” Asked Nasir.

“The man with the knives stayed imprisoned. But Demarcus resented Caleb.”

“Why?” Asked Bryanna.

“Well,” began Atunde “Demarcus was more concerned with fame and prosperity. And he lost a case he could’ve easily won. So one day. He disappeared. No warning, he just left. After this Caleb broke down. His powers became unstable. And he hurt those close to him.”

“How” asked Bryanna.

“He was filled with rage, and he began to perform dark magics “ began Atunde “and his friend Tatianna grew concerned. Her grandmother and her coven attempted to bind The Hooded Witches powers. And he called the darkest most unnatural storm with vibrant unnatural lightning and razor sharp winds. He nearly killed them. After being disowned by Tatianna he willingly bound his powers and left them with the grandmother.”

“Whoa” said MBaku “and what happened after?”

“Caleb disappeared” said Atunde “look into the water.”

The date was June 28th 2021. Caleb sat on his car, a 78 blue corvette and he stared into the sunset. He was in a town just outside of Las Vegas. He was pulled over on the side of the road. He wore a white tank top, black jeans and black boots with studded heels. He watched as the sun left them again. He loved the orange sky and he loved watching the sun leave. One of the few joys that he still had.

“Thanks come again” said Caleb as he stood behind the counter of the small gas station. Customer after customer.

“You going to smile?” Asked Kya as she got to the counter. Kya was six feet, dark brown skin and she had long black braids down to her butt. She had several piercings in each of her ears and it was safe to say she was gorgeous.

“No, but I will tell you to grab one more “Caleb said pointing to her shampoo as he chewed his gum “buy one get one free.”

“See that’s why I like you” said Kya going to grab another bottle and putting it on the counter “you look out.”

“I guess I do, “said Caleb ringing her out and bagging her things.

“Look” said Kya “me and my girls are going to this club on the strip. Its called Elite Experience. Its for Black Queens like you and Black girls LIKE ME” said Kya alluding to being Trans “you should meet us there.”

“I work until 1am” said Caleb.

“The world is meant to be lived in, work will always be calling“ said Kya.

“Im good,” said Caleb.

“Okay” Kya said as she grabbed her receipt.

Caleb watched her leave as he thought.

“Stare into the water” said Atunde “this is when it gets good.”

Caleb walked into the club. Wearing a black hooded top with studs down the sides and the same Black pants and boots from his shift. He didn’t have much time to change.

“Mmm hey” said a white man as he approached Caleb “ drink?”

“No,” said Caleb as he walked passed him.

“Caleb?!” Said Kya as she waved him over to her private table in VIP.

“Hi,” said Caleb as he sat.

“Is he not your type” asked Kya.

“Hes really not” said Caleb.

“What is your type?” Asked Kya.

“Uh,” began Caleb “ tall, Black, dark hair, nice eyes” Caleb realized he was describing Demarcus and stopped.

“Its that bad huh babe?” said Kya as she sat there in a tan tube top, her hair pulled up in a high pony tail as she sat in her black skin tight jeans “do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” said Caleb “well maybe. How-… how do you know if you aint shit?”

Kya laughs as Caleb stares.

“Aint shit motherfuckers don’t reflect they protect their ego. Whoever it is .. aint worth your peace.”

“Wow,” said Caleb “Thats poetic I give you that. So whats your story? Lets invade your space”

“Ok well I’ve lived here 6 months” said Kya “I moved to LA from Brooklyn to pursue modeling. Fell in love with a dude in Vegas. Moved here. He wasn’t who he said he was so I left. So a girl bartends to make it now.I mean Im only 25 so Im not tripping. But I won’t lie sometimes surviving alone is a fucking horror movie.”

“Tell me about it,” said Caleb “ I’ve been here for about 3 months. I wanted something new. Im from Philly by the way were practically neighbors”

“Were nothing alike” spat Kya as they both laughed.

“Shade” said Caleb.

“See a smile” Kya said as Caleb rolled his eyes laughing.

Kya looked at her phone and said “Im meeting a friend outside do you mind waiting here?”

“Want me to come?” Asked Caleb

“No but watch my purse I’ll only be a second” said Kya as she tucked her phone into her purse and strutted away.

“Ok Ill be right here” said Caleb excited to have met a friend.

Caleb sat there as he waited. Thirty minutes passed now and he grabbed Kya’s purse as he stood up, ready to investigate.

“Caleb?” Said a voice behind him. Caleb turned and it was his old boss Evelyn.

“Evelyn hi, “ said Caleb “um what are you doing here?”

“Oh Im here for a wedding, a couple of the guys came here. My its been what 3 or 4 months?”

“Yeah…” said Caleb”

“So you ever figure out where Demarcus went? I just want to say it was terrible how he left you and well us. He left his friends to break it to you. And the spat you two had online it was just..”

“Yea I don’t know” Caleb stated “I mean he practices law in England or something now. I don’t really want to talk about him.”

“Its ok” finished Evelyn “I just want to say a guy who looked like him wasn’t truth worthy anyway. I mean why would he be with you? “

Caleb stared.

“Im sorry,” said Evelyn as she laughed “Ive been drinking.”

“And unfortunately I haven’t” started Caleb “look Evelyn. I don’t work for you anymore so I don’t have to pretend. You’re as tart as your Christmas cookies which really shouldn’t be complicated. But you’re as complicated as that $3 drink that couldn’t put a fly on its ass. Now look, I don’t like you, I don’t wish to engage with you and more importantly I have nothing to prove. I wish Demarcus well but we were equals. Him looking better in your eyes or anyone else’s doesn’t change that. Now excuse me,” said Caleb as he walked away and stormed back to say “and expect an anonymous report very soon. I think the Smith’s would like to know that their lawyers have discussed very private information with rival investors. Now Sip on that in your fake Louis, those tilted ass kitten heels and that brass fake ass gold bracelet. Goodbye.”

Caleb stormed out.

“And that’s why I gave him a good reference,” said Evelyn to herself “…I knew this bracelet was fake”

Caleb searched outside the club and the strip for 3 hours. No sign of Kya. He even call Vegas police who were no help. No one cared but Caleb.

It was now the next day. “Tell Mark I won’t be in today” said Caleb as he sat on the hood of his car watching another sunset in the desert. He wore a Formation World Tour tank top, ripped stone washed jeans and white tennis shoes. Kya had been missing for a day and he was determined to find out what happened.

Two white men and one white woman stood over Kya as she laid barely conscious tied to a steel slab in their living room. They stayed in a expensive home by the beach. Each window tinted in the dark luxurious home.

“I need to feed” said the woman vampire Alexandria.

“Go” said Leonardus the lead vampire as Ryan stared on, rashes formed around their mouths as they usually did when it was time to feed.

Alexandria grabbed Kya by the throat and stood over her as she sucked her essence. Kya suffocated and veins filled her neck. Her essence was invisible but slowly left her and filled Alexandria as the rash around her mouth vanished.

“Not too much” said Leonardus” we need her to last another day. “

Kya cried as she muttered “help”.

“Ok think Caleb” said Caleb as he went through her purse that was on the hood of his car. He couldn’t unlock her phone but he saw that her last text was from a man named Leon. Caleb went through her purse and found a card for a place called “Leon Enterprises. He was on the right track.

“Vampires?!” Said Nasir as he and the other kids stared away from the water.

“Vampires,” whispered Atunde “the kind that live long and suck your life force. Caleb was smart. He studied and found that Black women all across the land were disappearing and turning up drained to death. But Caleb was able to link Leonardus to one other incident. And upon learning that he was dealing with vampires The Hooded Witch was ready to fight.”

“Without Magic?” Asked Bryanna

“Stare into the water,” said Atunde.

The date was June 30th 2021. Caleb walked around the beach house. It was 6:00pm and almost sunset. The street was quiet , and he finally found the house that he’d looked up online. The only house he could find that was linked to a man named Leonardus Hines. And Caleb noticed that all of the windows were tinted. “Could it be anymore obvious” Caleb muttered.

Kya laid on the steel slab as the three vampires stood around her. All of their eyes were red with veins and bright red rashes surrounded their mouths and chins.

“This is the last of her” says Leonardus “so eat wisely”.

“Please” begged Kya “don’t. Please. If you let me go I won’t say a thing.”

“But who could you tell,” says Leonardus “we chose you because no one cares about you.”

“I do, “ says Caleb as he walked into the room “and for a man 300 years old you sure have a cold heart.”

Leonardus growled.

“Maybe I’ll put a stake through it” said Caleb puling out a stake that he carved.

“Caleb” muttered Kya with a smile.

Alexandria charged at Caleb and he kicked a foot stool at her knocking her over. Ryan charged at him at twice the speed of a human and Caleb bashed a vile of pure garlic on his face. He collapsed holding his melting face.

Leonardus appeared to the right of Caleb almost out of no where and he pushed him clean into the air on the other side of the room. Caleb held his side as he laid there. He got up and charged at Leonardus and attempted to stab him with the stake, he ducked with ease, then he ducked a punch and grabbed Caleb’s foot as he attempted a kick and he flipped him into the air. Caleb lied beside Kya on the ground.

“Witches are intuitive” said Leonardus “strong for humans. It makes you good fighters. But better for food.”

Caleb stood up and he held his side. He knew his last attempt was a spell, if he had enough magic to do so.

“Thin as air,clear as water, now be seen, in this order. Thin as air, clear as water, be transparent, in this order.”

Leonardus laughed as he stood there.

“Im too old for your magics” said Leonardus.

“Your windows look pretty new,” said Caleb as the tinted windows began to lose its tint as if it were dirty with fog and now being cleaned. The windows became clear and the sunlight shined through.

Alexandria now near the door escaped wisely. As the sun shined down Ryan and Leonardus turned to a ball of fire with their clothes and then into ash smoke that filled the air.

“Kya are you okay?” Said Caleb as he ran to her side to untie her.

“I am now” said Kya as she got off the slab with Caleb’s assistance “lets get out of here.”

“Agreed” said Caleb as they walked out of the vampires nest. Free.

“How did he have magic again?” Asked Bryanna as she broke the vision staring away from the water.

“Tatianna begged her grandmother to restore Caleb’s powers after having a vision of his death. And the binding was ended. Unfortunate for the vampires though. Look into the water.”

It was December 15th 2021 in an abandoned train station in Paris. Alexandra and her friend Saleena walked into the station with Breelyn a very beatiful Black Woman.

“So where’s the party?” Asked Breelyn.

“Who said anything about a party” said Alexandria as she turned around with a rash around her mouth and her eyes now red with veins.

“Do you eat anything else” asked The Hooded Witch as he stood at the top of the stares of the station and he looked down at them “because when we say Black Only this isn’t what we mean”.

The Hooded Witch stood there in his long trench coat, bullet proof vest, dark blue mask and his black boots. He held in his right hand a 4 foot wand with a orange crystal at the base.

Breelyn ran passed The Hooded Witch screaming as she exited.

“Good idea” said The Hooded Witched as he looked back “I like her.”

Other vampires appeared now, 16 of them circling Caleb.

“Everyone gets some” said Caleb “trust me…. tan imọlẹ!”

The wand began to glow with bright orange solar energy that grew by the second and lit the whole station as Caleb struck it on the ground. So much light that it lit every station in the tunnel. All 16 vampires gone.

“Theres more” said Atunde as they stared into the water.

It was December 30th 2021 and Caleb strutted through his luxury duplex and he called his secretary. He was now a private investigator under CK Investigations.

“Yes Caleb” said Kya as she entered the room with files.

“The nest in Paris was a success,” said Caleb as he threw down his leather jacket.

“”Boss..” began Kya.

“I mean summoning the sun was messier than I thought but hey,” said Caleb as he walked into his office and turned on the lights “remind me to return Malachi’s wand.”

“Boss someone is here to see you,” said Kya.

Caleb turned and Demarcus rose from his couch.

“I think we need to talk,” said Demarcus.

“What happened?!” Asked Mbaku.

“I’ll tell that story when you get older,” began Atunde “ but The Hooded Witch became a powerful hero. A hero who flew into the sky, fought enemies from the skies and one day like me moved objects with his mind. Like others with extraordinary powers he became a hero to man and he led those who became heroes by supernatural or evolutionary means. He became so strong that the Gods confronted him. To make sure he’d never rise for evil again.”

They stared into the water and saw Caleb levitating in space surrounded by three stars. The date was October 30th 2029. The stars buzzed and nothing more. But Caleb understood their communication as he flew in a steady motion, his trench coat flowing.

The first star buzzed, the star was a bright yellow.

“I have no desire to rule the planet” answered Caleb.

The second star buzzed, the star was a bright blue.

“I saved the earth from demons, other worldly beings and the White Witch. If I wanted to destroy-“ Caleb was interrupted.

The third star buzzed, this star was a bright white.

“My calling is to protect. Nothing more. I’m in control. “ answered Caleb. And the stars disappeared.

“And Demarcus?” Asked Bryanna as they stared away from the enchanted water.

“Demarcus was a good man but a hurt man and he found out that hes not as human as you’d believe him to be. He was a ikooko”

“A wolf..” Said Bryanna.

“ A WereWolf, “ said Atunde “on his 30th birthday he became a Wolf. But he didn’t turn into a animal. He gathered strength, speed and strong senses. He too became his own hero in London. But not before a very big fight between him and the Witch.”

“Another?!” Said Bryanna.

They looked into the water and saw a vision of Demarcus and Caleb standing on a busy train platform in London. The date was April 24th 2022.

“I don’t want to fight you..” Said Caleb as he stood there in a black hoody, camouflage pants and a black face mask.

“You not wanting to fight that’s new” spat Demarcus as he stood on the platform with ripped clothing and ripped sneakers, dirt in his hair and on his face.

“D this is the Ikooko talking, “ said Caleb as Tatianna stood behind him holding a pink crystal.

“Now?” Asked Tatianna.

“Not yet” said Caleb”.

“You know most magic doesn’t work on us Wolves,” said Demarcus “but that doesn’t stop you huh Caleb? Always in control , with magic, persuasion, manipulation. You are the reason I STARTED OVER.”

“I’m sorry” said Caleb “ I should’ve been honest. But now I can’t let you hurt anybody else.”

“Well then lets go” said Demarcus as he charged toward him, pupils dilated and veins growing down his arms.

“Now!” said Caleb.

“Reverse, steady, do not flow” said Tatianna as everyone around them stayed in a 5 second loop. Repeating the same words and actions. The cameras also stayed on a loop as they watched. Tatianna continued to chant.

Caleb reached behind his back to pull out a chain that was covered with inscriptions. And they fought. Caleb wrapped the chains around his right fist and swung at Demarcus. Demarcus ducked and kicked Caleb so hard he flew into the air and slid a yard back.

“Keep going!” Screamed Caleb to Tati.

Caleb approached Demarcus blocking a punch with his forearm and he sent a kick into his chest that barely moved him. Caleb slapped him across the face with the chain and ducked a punch. He then rose to uppercut him with the chain. He swung with the chain again and Demarcus grabbed it and pull, a pull so strong Caleb fell on the tracks. A train pursued. Demarcus jumped down, grabbed him and jumped in the air with Caleb to the other platform. As they landed Demarcus punched him to the ground. Caleb now on the ground lifted his foot into Demarcus’ face and he said “fasten” as the chains animated and wrapped around Demarcus’s body. Demarcus fell to his knees.

“I know you’re in there” said Caleb “and we’re going to figure this out”.

Caleb punched Demarcus unconscious.

“Whoa” said Nasir staring away from the vision in the water.

“But as far as their relationship,” began Atunde River “ Ill tell you that story one day. Love can be painful, tricky and ever changing.”

“I like them together,” said Mbaku “why don’t they just work it out?”

“Who says they don’t?” Said Atunde smiling.

With the wave of her hand the fire extinguished.

“The Hooded Witch lived both a hard and happy life” said Atunde “ but he lived. And that is the story of The Hooded Witch.”

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