The Emperor Waltz

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...
 ...9: 15.
 That concludes our ceremonies.
 And begins your career
 at Honex Industries!
 Will we pick ourjob today?
 I heard it's just orientation.
 Heads up! Here we go.
 Keep your hands and antennas
 inside the tram at all times.
 - Wonder what it'll be like?
 - A little scary.
 Welcome to Honex,
 a division of Honesco
 and a part of the Hexagon Group.
 This is it!
 Wow.
 Wow.
 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...
 Honey!
 - That girl was hot.
 - She's my cousin!
 - She is?
 - Yes, we're all cousins.
 - Right. You're right.
 - At Honex, we constantly strive
 to improve every aspect
 of bee existence.
 These bees are stress-testing
 a new helmet technology.
 - What do you think he makes?
 - Not enough.
 Here we have our latest advancement,
 the Krelman.
 - What does that do?
 - Catches that little strand of honey
 that hangs after you pour it.
 Saves us millions.