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[drumroll] [cheerful music]

- [grunts] [giggles and coos]

- [laughs]

- [whimpering]

- [laughing]

- [yelps]

* *

- Ah! [frog croaks]

- [laughing]

- [screaming]

* *

[horn honking]

- Tada!

- Ah!

- [laughing] [whistles]

- Whoa!

Ah!

- Oh.

* *

* *

[joyful organ plays]

- Yummy.

Pollen for breakfast.

- No offense, bee, but I'd rather have pancakes.

- Not me.

I'd drink tons of flower water

if only I could fly. [grunts]

- Of all the bumble-brains in all the world,

I get stuck with you babies.

- Aw, thanks, Angelica.

* *

- Barry. Eve.

You were in my Earth Science class.

Remember when we covered colony collapse disorder?

- Specifically?

No. - I do.

The colony, the hero of the digestive system,

connects the small intestine to the--

- Almost.

Okay, not even close.

But today, you have a front row seat to watch me

make a video about the wonder of Apis mellifera,

the common honeybee!

Boom.

Opening line!

Here's my director.

- Babe! It's my first time.

Be patient.

- No worries, honey.

It was a long journey

from humble birth to my final act:

making this honey that goes on your toast every morning.

- Cut! - Too sad?

- It's perfect!

I just wanna get some honey sticks for the kids

before they sell out.

Be sure to stay in character. [chuckles]

- [laughs] Bee... classic.

- Have fun playing, kids!

- Err...

[grunts]

- Play up the drama.

This is for teenagers.

I won't lie. Workers bees did all the work

while the drones just--

- The beehive is a metaphor for high school?

Genius!

Okay.

We may have hung out

in different parts of the honeycomb,

but we had one thing in common:

we all served the queen,

the queen bee!

- Serve the queen.

Hey, babies! Forget that butterfly.

Let's have a honey feast.

- We love honey.

- Where'd you get that, Angelica?

- From over there.

Didn't you all get a honey stick too?

- If we did, would we be asking you?

- Good point, Susie Carmichael.

I know a way we could all get honey:

by serving the queen.

[royal music]

Behold, bay-bees,

the fanciest, queenliest, honey court in the land.

- I already have questions.

- [buzzes] I buzz too?

Best day ever!

- [whimpers]

[screams]

It's the red tricycle disaster

all over again!

[all screaming]

- [laughs]

Yes! Dance! Dance for me!

[all grunt]

Now for the rules of the royal court.

You itch my wings, I itch yours.

Meaning, as long as you all fulfill your duties,

your queen, me, will give you honey.

- We do want honey, Angelica.

But you don't ever, uh, really, um...

- Play by the rules.

- [buzzes] Buzz.

Stinger works.

Where would you like me to fly first, Queen Angelica?

- That's the attitude we're rewarding!

Here, Phil.

[musical chimes]

- [exhales]

Oh, sorry. Did you want some?

- That's okay, Phil.

We'll get our own honey. Right, Queen Angelica?

- Yup!

But first, you, Phil, and Susie

fly across the land and collect nectar,

'cause you're worker bees.

Chuckie and Lil, you're drones.

You get to stay in the royal court

and listen to me talk all day.

- Okay, worker bees, buzz off,

and don't spill any nectar on the way back.

[buzzing verbally and physically]

- Uh, does it seem like these pictures of Queen Angelica

are watching us?

- Bzzz... [playful vocals]

Ah! [buzzes]

[buzzing verbally and physically]

- Every day, my buddies and I did the waggle.

It may look like just another awesome dance,

but it was how we communicated where to find nectar.

Can bees get a high five?

- Crushin' it, babe!

- Here, Queen Angelica.

Now your footsies can rest.

- You learn fast, Lilith-in-Waiting.

Jester Finster!

The court grows restless.

Sing for me.

- Me? I can't sing.

- What about that time you singed the "Reptar-in-Space"

song to me, when I felled and hurted my toe?

- I'm no fan of the big, green dinosaur, but it might amuse.

Go. - [clears throat]

* Way up past the stars *

* Farther out than Mars *

* Roaring with his dino face *

* Trying to save the human race *

* He's Reptar *

* Reptar in space *

[door opens]

[playful music]

[all grunt]

- [laughs]

* *

Ah.

- Well, you've had your nectar.

A lot of nectar.

Can we have our honey now?

- [giggling]

Phillip, it looks like a orange 'sploded

all over your face. - [buzzing]

- You dare steal from the crown?

- Only a sip of nectar.

Dancin' is thirsty work.

- It's your job to do the waddle dance,

just like it's my job to be queen.

Now you worker bees betrayed your queen.

So you need to go get more nectar.

Your reward will go to Lady Lilith instead.

[buzzing]

[dramatic music]

Jester Finster, the court is tense.

Entertain me.

[trumpet fanfare]

- I will now juggle for the court.

[circus music]

[whimpers and groans]

- The things the queen has to put up with.

Go practice, and don't come back

until you can juggle five bowling balls,

and a rubber chicken! - [grunts]

- [buzzing]

- [laughing]

Lady Lilith was just telling me the funniest story.

[laughing] Susie, you're in it.

[laughing] - What's she talkin' about?

- I just told about the time

when you was playing leap frog,

and you jumped in Spikey's bowl,

and you got your socks all soggy.

- Lil! You are supposed to remember to forget that.

- Lady Lilith has no secrets from me,

especially when I need to be entertained.

My nectar, please.

- We couldn't find anymore, Queen Angelica.

- Unacceptable! Look harder,

and don't come back till you got it!

[growls]

[buzzing]

- I'm starting to think Queen Angelica

is never gonna give us that honey.

We need to go find some for ourselves.

- We'll find what ourselves?

- The honey from the b--

[buzzing]

[somber music]

- What's going on?

The queen must know all.

- Oh, but there's nothing to tell.

They're just going to go

find some honey, and-- [gasps]

[suspenseful music]

- I just heard from a little bee

that you're trying to steal my honey.

- It's not your honey.

It's for everyone in the beehive,

and unlike you, we were going to share.

- Rules are rules.

Lucky for you,

I only got one more job for you.

- Here is the fruits of our labor:

the honeycomb.

[royal music]

- Get me that honeycomb!

We'll feast for days.

- But that belongs to other bees.

- Oh, in that case, we'll just forget about it.

- Really?

- Of course not!

Go get it!

Lady Lilith...

- [buzzing]

[all buzzing]

- This has gone too far.

We need a queen who protects us,

and looks out for us, not bosses us around.

- [grunts] both: Whew.

- Queen Angelica told me to learn how to juggle.

[chuckles] I'm just gonna hide here

until her reign is over.

- [grunts] [all gasp]

Um, I'm sorry about all those things

I told to Queen Angelica.

I was just trying to be a good lady-in-wasting.

- It's okay, Lil.

Angelica trickeded the stories out of you.

- But now it's our turn.

I need you to tell one more story.

* *

- Queen Angelica, the worker bees are planning

to steal your crown, and make Susie the queen.

- [screams] What?

Those bay-bees think they know

how to run a royal court better than me?

Ah!

- It's time for the queen to inspect

the royal dirt,

and make sure there's no wormies or bugs.

- Must I? This feels beneath me.

- Unless you don't wanna do your duties anymore,

and give up the throne.

There. All clean. What else?

- Your Pie-ness,

I have a new act to show you.

I am going to juggle two pudding cups, and uh, uh,

a jelly donut.

[circus music]

- You almost hit my crown.

New rule: no juggling. Are we finished here?

- Just one more thing, Queen Angelica.

You need to pick the official royal buzz.

Phil?

- [buzzing]

How 'bout this one?

[buzzes]

Or this one?

Buzz!

- Stop! [grunts]

This is none of my beeswax.

Take these. I quit!

- The queen bee is important.

But she's nothing without the other bees.

From now on, we all sit on the throne.

Share the work and the rewards.

[laughter]

- With our queen happy and our jobs complete,

we bask in the glow of our honey,

for the rest of our short, but meaningful, lives.

Peace out.

- That's a wrap!

This movie is going straight to the festivals.

- Wow, I wonder what else we missed in high school.

- Tragic bees!

- Bees.

What's so great about 'em anyway?

[screams]

It hurt me! - Hey.

Angelica's doing the waddle dance.

[laughter] - I was once your queen!

[cheerful music]

[pop music]

- Mommy, Daddy.

Why do I have to have a playdate?

I didn't ask for one.

- Well, princess, your teachers have strongly suggested

that we have you socialize with friends,

[muttering] now that window's still open.

- But why Begley? He's so annoying.

- You do realize I'm already here?

- I know. Awkward.

- Councilperson Pickles,

do I detect a burled walnut veneer on the dash?

It really brings out the red seats.

- That is exactly why I went for this model.

You have quite an eye for detail, Begley.

Best playdate ever.

- [grunts]

[tires squeal]

Mommy, can you please set your phone

to play the livestream Cynthia giveaway?

- Already have, darling.

I even programmed a custom alert:

- * Cynthia, she's a really cool dancer *

- [gasps] My favorite!

Cynthia's workout, 1999, grand-jam remix.

- I was about to say that, Begley Snodgrass.

You'll come to get me when the song plays, right?

Because I'll have to call right away.

That prize is mine!

- Isn't it pretty to think so?

I already reserved the perfect spot for it

in my Cynthia collection. - [sighs]

- But I do not have access to a phone.

- Ha!

- Why don't you two work together,

and then you can share the prize.

Didi, nice!

New shoes, new you?

- Oh! [chuckling] No.

This box is for our first annual phone-free barbeque.

Phones go in here for the afternoon.

- [laughs]

Phone-free?

That's an adorable idea.

But we're adults.

[quirky music]

- How are we gonna win anything without your mother's phone?

- Relax.

If there's one thing I know about my mommy,

is that she will never, no how, no way, put her phone

in that box.

- Phone-free friend time is huge

in my online parenting community.

- Maybe we should try it.

Set a good "socialization" example for you-know-who.

- [sighs]

* *

- Jonathan, stop. If you're trying to reach me,

I have fallen down a rabbit hole

into a past century where there are no phones. Stop.

Also, no escape. End.

[suspenseful music]

- [gasps]

* *

- So Didi and I got this croquet set as a wedding gift.

- Yeah, I knew you two didn't need

another chillable salad bowl.

- * Some of us respect the registry. *

- Oh, good.

We're finally taking that out of the box.

[quirky music]

- Well, I'll take the first swing.

- Randy, remember it's a casual backyard game with friends.

He was on a super-competitive

croquet-acapella team in college, okay?

- The Tricky Wickets,

undefeated in standing room only.

Thank you.

- Cynthia, I have to figure out how to win that prize.

But I'm stuck with Begley.

- Still right here.

Angelica, maybe we should work together,

like a couple of resourceful, exceptionally smart--

- Babies!

- That's not where I was going with it.

But assuming you're using the word affectionally,

then yes.

- No. - Ah!

- I'm talking about actual babies.

Over there!

They're small and innocent.

They can get into all the good hiding places.

They're perfect. - Hmm.

I have never encountered one up close.

Are they safe?

- As long as you don't show fear.

Babies, Begley.

Begley, babies.

- Hiya, Begley. - Welcome to Tommy's house!

- Nice to meet you. - Howdy.

- I like your jacket.

- Oh, they're not so bad.

What's the catch?

- Just let me do the talking.

We have a fun adventure for you babies.

Me and Begley have to win this contest,

where they're giving away a special Cynthia prize,

and that means--

- This prize is actually

a one-of-a-kind collector's patch.

It first appeared on Boarding School Cynthia, circa--

- Too much information. Keep it simple.

Listen, babies.

Aunt Didi hid a box full of the grown-ups' phones,

and you've got to help us find it.

- Um, why, Angelica?

- Because I said so, that's why!

- Okay. - Works for me.

- I'm not doing anything.

- Wanna hear me burp? [belches]

- Phillip, we have a guest.

- You just gotta speak their language.

[playful music]

- What about these, Angelica?

- Old phones sure are ugly.

Wouldn't you know it? Screen's broken.

Keep looking! - [laughing]

- Excuse me.

Did somebody say it was play time?

- No, but look at this stuff!

How can we not play with it?

- We have to find those phones for Cynthia's sake.

Can't you see she's heartbroken?

- She doesn't look so sad to me.

- She keeps it all inside. But believe me.

She really, really, wants to win this prize.

Wouldn't you do anything to get something special

for your bestest friends?

Like Reptar or Teddy or your pointy-nosed fish, Susie?

Or that drooly snake with no name?

- Sure. - Of course.

- Drooly Snake is his name.

- Well, that's how I feel about my bestest friend, Cynthia.

Now back to work! [all scream]

- [chuckles nervously]

* *

Amazing.

The skill...the precision...

how do you get them to listen to you?

- I've been training these babies for years.

- Found 'em.

- Yeah! - What?

This is no time for cookies!

Stick to the plan! Find the phones.

- Now what do we do?

- Chuckie, you gots to put your teeth into this.

- But Tommy, I practically just grew 'em.

- Cookies are for closers!

You can have your cookie break after you find that shoebox.

Now, upstairs! Go, go, go!

Cookie?

If we do things my way,

we'll be showing off that Cynthia patch

to everyone in school tomorrow.

- You mean storing it under glass where it belongs.

[chuckles] We're not barbarians.

- Yeah, well, I'm just gonna pin it to my dress

for a couple of hours.

- Put a pin through a rare one-of-a-kind collectible?

Pretend you didn't hear that.

- Don't tell me how to handle the prize.

I'm the biggest Cynthia fan there is.

- You?

Just look at your Cynthia.

Was she raised by wolves?

- No!

By someone who loves her very much,

and takes her everywhere.

- It shows...

which is why my Cynthia doll will never be unboxed.

- I'm starting to think

we don't see things the same way, Begley.

- As if I could ever be like you.

- In that case, we are no longer partners.

- Fine. - Fine!

[tense music]

- Keep it loose. - All right.

- Concentrate, Randy. - Put your hips into it.

[drumroll]

[symbols crash]

- Yes!

For the win!

* We're wicket * - [giggling]

- * Wicket good, wicket *

- Croquet acapella never gets old.

- I never thought I'd say this.

It's actually nice to get away from my phone

and be with real people.

- Gotta hand it to you, Deed.

This disconnected barbeque--

it's how memories are made.

- I'm so glad you all feel this way.

- Ah, too bad we'll never be able

to post it on social media.

- What?

I-I just need to go check on, um, the food!

I have a--a salad chilling. Uh, be right back.

- Now whose wedding present is useful, huh?

[yelps] - [laughs]

[quirky acapella music]

- [sniffing]

- Phil. Lil.

I have observed your dedication.

- Who, us? - It wasn't me!

- You get how important it is to help my friend, Cynthia.

Just like you'd do anything for your friend, Drooly Snake.

- [gasps] - He knows our snake's name.

- He listens.

He really listens.

- I've got some cookies for you when you find that phone.

But don't tell the others, 'cause it's a game.

What do you say?

- [grunts] - Ha-ha!

- [gasps]

- Oh, hey guys.

We already lookeded here under the bed.

- Remember, in this game,

we don't tell anyone where we looked.

- Okay. Can we have our cookies now?

Soon as you find that shoebox!

- Yeah, that's what we're looking for.

Here you go. - [gasps]

Ha-ha! I win!

That patch is mine!

Hey, where is--

- Hey, yoo-hoo. Lookin' for this?

- Mmm.

- [panting] - As Cynthia as my witness,

you will never get that prize!

- Try and stop me.

[suspenseful music]

- Give me the phone,

or prepare to see your Cynthia unboxed.

- [gasps]

* *

This can't be happening.

* *

My Cynthia...

No, no, no!

I'll give it up.

- [cackles]

- Catch, babies! - [gasps]

[drumroll] [symbols crash]

- Run, Susie!

- [panting]

- * Cynthia, she's a really cool dancer *

- The Cynthia song! We're out of time!

- You've done well, Susie.

I've got cookies.

Just give me the phone...

- Don't fall for it, Susie!

He doesn't care about you.

He just wants the prize.

- That is actually true.

- Wow, you're as bad as Angelica.

- Worse, Tommy.

I may lie to you babies, and I may trick you,

but at least I respect you.

- * She's a really cool dancer *

- Sorta. Now give me that phone.

- Give it to me!

- And that wraps up

our Cynthia Fan Favorite Giveaway.

Congratulations to our winner, Kimi Watanabe!

both: No!

[quirky music]

- Didi, drop that phone.

- It's not what it looks like.

I wanted one group picture to remember this perfect day.

- It's my--move it! Where is she?

- Let me in. - Charlotte,

you're better than that.

- I haven't checked

the pollen level in an hour.

- If we had only kept to the plan, we would've won.

- Kimi doesn't even care about Cynthia.

Next time, me and Begley will win that prize

if we gotta be stuck together like glue.

- Next time?

- That doesn't mean anything.

[cheerful acapella music]

- Mm-hmm. Hmm.

* *

[cheerful acapella music]

* *