so whats poppin b imz stuk on a movip init fam i cant rember the stkrt blud help es init i will giz u a road man jAcket fam signed by me yeah you shoul know inti fam i iz a road nma fam init lamb help es or i will throw a brick at ur 4hed init and il hit u in ur lef tesile intit so help es ya spoon ill eat ur dog iz u dinnit eolps es yiou broclie ed il shuv yur xbooooooox up ur ars init so iz u dinnit help ews expec me at ur winda tinight with a chiken eingggg in my f-ing nose fam rode man langig iz ye dinnt under stunf me il also eat your parents  According to all known laws
of aviation,

there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway

because bees don’t care
what humans think is impossible.

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

Ooh, black and yellow!
Let’s shake it up a little.

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Ooming!

Hang on a second.

Hello?

– Barry?
– Adam?

– Oan you believe this is happening?
– I can’t. I’ll pick you up.

Looking sharp.

Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.

Sorry. I’m excited.

Here’s the graduate.
We’re very proud of you, son.

A perfect report card, all B’s.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

– You got lint on your fuzz.
– Ow! That’s me!

– Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000.
– Bye!

Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!

– Hey, Adam.
– Hey, Barry.

– Is that fuzz gel?
– A little. Special day, graduation.

Never thought I’d make it.

Three days grade school,
three days high school.

Those were awkward.

Three days college. I’m glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

You did come back different.

– Hi, Barry.
– Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

– Hear about Frankie?
– Yeah.

– You going to the funeral?
– No, I’m not going.

Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.

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

I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.

That’s why we don’t need vacations.

Boy, quite a bit of pomp…
under the circumstances.

– Well, Adam, today we are men.
– We are!

– Bee-men.
– Amen!

Hallelujah!

Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of…