According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. It’s wings are to small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway. Yellow, Black Yellow, Black. Yellow, Black. Yellow, Black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? Barry? Adam? Can 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, no flying in the house. Hey, Adam. Hey, Barry. Is that fuzz gel? A little, special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. 3 days grade school. 3 days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked aroun