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A/N: It's recommended that you completely read "Finis" and "Before the End" prior to embarking on reading this story. Chapter 1: A Whole New World The King of the Ladder catapulted through his portal, through space and time. Generally, travels through portals were instantaneous journeys. Or, at least, they had been very, very short journeys, at least, as far as the King could tell. But this was not a short journey. This was a very long journey, and the King was alone with only his thoughts. He had witnessed the power of Finis. The thing was invincible. Truly invincible. The Principal and the Parkour Master most certainly would have fallen to him. They were strong, but Finis was stronger. Where was he even going? And why was it taking so long? How far away was his destination, that it was taking him this long to get there? Something was happening. The King practically felt little parts of himself fleck away as he warped at the speed of thought, the power that the Devil and the Mayor had given him being stripped from him. No universe-busting power in him anymore. And it was just as well, for the portal was to end right then. The King only caught a glimpse of concrete for an instant before pain and darkness overtook him. OOO “Hey. Hey, wake up.” The King raised his hand up to his mouth and began to chew at air feebly, expecting a bagel there to heal him. There was no bagel. The KOTL’s body remained as battered as it was before. The King groaned a groan. It was a kingly groan, a groan of enormous proportions. “Hey! Keep it down, will you?” The King flailed, trying to find an object to help him get up. He failed in this goal, remaining on the ground. How have you been reduced to something so pathetic? His body was not working, but the little voice in his head was quite healthy. It sounded a bit like Finis, now that the King thought about it. Fighting against the voice, the royal managed to get up on his hands and knees. “Ah, you’re strong. Now, look at me when I’m talking to you.” The King obliged, and the shock that ran through him threatened to make him collapse once more. It was Music Man. “My God!” The King buried the other fellow in his arms. “I saw you die… I saw you die twice…” “Now, now.” Music Man gently pushed the King off him. Music Man was a sight. He’d apparently traded in his old, grunge outfit for an extremely uncomfortable-looking suit and tie. His hair was combed, his shoes shined. Pinned to the front of his shirt was a somewhat frightening black insignia. “What… what happened to you?” “I am alive. The multiverse is alive,” Music Man explained. “I’m not exactly sure how, or why. You’d have to ask the Doctor for that. He’s the smart one of the gang, after all.” “Right, right.” Classical small talk allowed the King to examine his surroundings. You don’t become King without learning how to make classical small talk that allows you to examine your surroundings. The area was certainly very strange. Tall, futuristic-looking buildings abandoned. A metro zoomed by at several hundred miles per hour. It looked to be a gigantic city metropolis. The alley that the duo was currently standing in, however, was quite dirty. Trash bags, some unidentifiable liquid in the corner. The smell was putrid, and there was almost no light at all save for what seemed to be the slight glowing of Music Man’s insignia. “Er, what’s the plan? What are we meant to do?” “Here, follow me.” Music Man got up and began to walk out the alley, and without much of a choice, the King followed. OOO The two of them made a strange pair - one man in the elegant suit, the other stumbling about in golden rags. Passerby - all of whom were dressed similar to Music Man, incidentally - didn’t seem all too concerned about it, though. Perhaps strange things like this were commonplace for them. Up ahead was unmistakably the destination Music Man was dragging them both towards - a rather large, important-looking building. The others seemed to be ceding space to it, allowing it to triumphantly stand proud in the center of it all. People swarmed in, and people swarmed out. The King squinted as they walked in, the fluorescent lights above ridiculously harsh. After a brief moment, he was able to pick out the Doctor standing in the corner, his white lab coat exchanged for a black one. The same insignia as Music Man’s adorned his own attire as well. Scattered around the room was the strange sight of several empty suits of the Knight’s armor. Working at the front desk was a rather severe-looking receptionist. “Hm. Is this the Quartet’s new headquarters?” the King wondered aloud. “I never knew that you guys had things so decked out.” “Is he the one?” the receptionist asked without looking up from her papers. “Yes,” Music Man replied. “Er, guys? What’s going on?” The receptionist tapped a button on a remote control, and the dozen or so Knight suits around the room suddenly came to life, twelve Saws revving. “Sir King. I recommend that you submit quietly,” Music Man warned. “Just make this easier on all of us.” The King stood for a moment, examining everything. “If you were the real Music Man, you would already know what my answer is.” Chapter 2: The Battle of U-11 HQ The King pulled out his hammer from hammerspace. He felt his coins in there, too. His own personal pocket dimension had travelled with him, thank goodness. The Doctor in this timeline seemed to be about the same as the normal Doctor, for the instant that the King pulled out his hammer, he turned and fled, screaming in fear at the top of his lungs. Actually, no. That wasn’t quite true. The real Doctor had lain down his life to give the King a chance. This guy - this was not the Doctor. Only a pale imitation in black. One of the Knights sauntered up to the King slowly and swung their Saw slowly. A few forceful coin tosses managed to give the King an opening to drop his hammer directly onto the Knight’s chestplate. It didn’t even leave a scratch. It did have enough force to push the Knight away, though, giving the King an opportunity to start running around. The way in was much too obvious of an option. Locked. The windows didn’t seem viable, either - where had those unobtanium bars come from? The Doctor had went somewhere, perhaps he could follow? Thoughts of escape were suddenly interrupted by a charging sound. The King dove to the side on instinct just in time to avoid several giant lasers being shot. They had come from the helmets of the Knights. “What on earth is this?” the King exclaimed, bewildered. “You fool!” Music Man roared. “Are you not aware of the indestructible Robo-Knights!” The lasers hadn’t even left a mark on the door, which just convinced the King further that it was no option at all. The hallway that the Doctor had run down - that would be it. The King began to make a mad dash, deeper into the facility. Running quickly had never really been his strong suit, but speed tends to increase when one isn’t carrying hundreds of pounds in armor. In addition, trying to save one’s own life is also a pretty powerful motivator. The Doctor was hurriedly closing doors behind him with a remote in his hand. The King smashed his way through them with the hammer, the Robo-Knights hard on his tail. Lasers blasted all over the place, and what seemed to be missiles and grenades were being used as projectiles along with blades from the Saw. “This is utter madness!” the King cried out. “You haven’t seen anything yet!” Music Man retorted. “Don’t! Stop me now!” Music Man placed his boom box behind him and unleashed a great amount of sound, propelling himself forward at a ridiculous speed. Robo-Knights were blown backwards by the force of it as Music Man caught up to the King. The King himself had also caught up to the Doctor, whose hysterical screams had only been increasing in volume. He swung his hammer back and forth, back and forth, each swing getting closer to his target. But not before Music Man shot into him like a rocket, slamming him into the wall violently. The King turned around and smashed Music Man against the wall before slamming him twice with the hammer. The crunching of bones was painfully loud. Abandoning the man on the floor, the insane pursuit of the Doctor carried on. For about two seconds. Suddenly, the Doctor turned around and stuck his leg out. The King had not been expecting this. The commonplace trick that can be found anywhere in the omniverse worked, and the King tripped. The Doctor howled in pain, the heavy weight of the King almost snapping his leg in two, but it did the job. A soundwave engulfed the King, rendering him damaged and immobile for the second time in only fifteen minutes. “King, did you really think that you’d be able to escape?” Music Man tutted, dragging himself along. “You’ve lost. And I will sing no req-” A gigantic explosion suddenly obliterated the nearby wall. Chunks of rubble flew everywhere, blocking the corridor. The trio of seriously beaten-up characters were all slammed against the opposite wall. Out of the gaping hole in the building strode a dark-haired young woman neatly dressed in a white blouse and jeans. All eyes still capable of seeing, however, were on the excessively formal white top hat on her head. “Hey, KOTL. It’s time to get out of here.” The King was having a seriously bad day. First, all his friends had died. Then, edgy evil versions of them were now trying to kill him. And now, he felt like he was going to die. It definitely felt like he was going to die. And also, he was trapped under some rubble. Just to top it all off, because it wasn’t bad enough. Summoning vestiges of strength and will that he didn’t even know he had, the King pushed the rubble off, got to his feet, and stumbled in what he supposed was the general direction that he needed to go. A portal. A friendly portal that would be quick and wouldn’t depower him. A nice cushion in front of him, and the King was down for the count. Chapter 3: Four of a Kind The King was sitting at a hardwood table, munching on one of those ever-useful bagels and wondering just how the heck he managed to get himself into this strange situation. The girl across the table snapped her fingers to get his attention. “Hey. We’ve only got three bagels left, alright? I can’t have you getting injured all the time like that.” “Er.” Classic diplomatic strategy seemed to be failing the King at the moment, which meant that it must have been time to switch to normal conversation. “Thank you, for saving my life. What’s your name, again?” “Madeleine. Madeline Hatter.” “Your last name… is Hatter?” “Yes. Is there a problem with that?” Madeleine tilted her head to the side slightly, as though genuinely confused by the King’s statement. Despite the slanting, the white hat remained firmly on her head. “No, no. In any case, I do believe I’m in desperate need of exposition. Could you provide me with any?” “Sure, yeah. I’m sure some other folks would like some as well, no?” She grinned and winked, as though sharing a private joke. “Yes, yes. Now. What happened? How does reality exist?” “Oh. You’ve got those kinds of questions. Well, in that case, you’re better off asking them.” As if on cue, two men walked into the room. It was Music Man and the Doctor. The King sprung to his feet instantly and pulled out his hammer, dropping into a fighting stance. Music Man held up two hands placatingly. “Now, now, we’re on your side. We’re double agents. Spies on the inside.” “Is that why you nearly killed me?” “Why do you think that the Robo-Knights all missed with their lasers and missiles and bombs?” the Doctor inserted. “Because I dodged them.” “Well, yes, but also because we weren’t actually trying to hit you.” “The injuries that I have sustained tell me otherwise.” Madeleine politely cleared her throat, which somehow caused the argument to cease. “Thank you.” She looked at each of the other people in the room for a moment before continuing. “Let’s get back on track. Doctor, could you please explain to the King what’s going on?” “Yes. Yes. So, the council of Doctors -” “The Council of Doctors?” “Why, yes!” the Doctor replied enthusiastically. “A society of alternate versions of the Doctor from across the multiverse, across all universes and timelines and dimensions, holding an intellectual forum together. Oh, but now that I mention it, I have to describe its organizational structure in full.” “No. You don’t.” The Music Man that the KOTL knew usually wasn’t this impatient, but it was still difficult to get it through in his head that the two were different. “In any case, we’ve determined that your universe sort of… died.” “Yes, I’m aware of that. I was there.” “This universe is an alternate universe that somehow connects to your timeline should you go far enough into the past. There’s alternate timelines, of course. Ones where the multiverse never came back, or it partially came back, or it came back completely normally. Technically, in those timelines, we don’t even exist!” “But how? How did the multiverse bring itself back together?” “We… actually don’t know,” the Doctor admitted. “Very well. So how did things end up like this? This is insanity. Robo-Knights?” “There’s a tyrannical government that’s been put into place.” The Doctor seemed to shrink a little as Music Man took control of the conversation. “At its head is a despotic, evil autocrat who has brought very nearly everything under his direct control. He’s called the Emperor.” Music Man and the Doctor both fiddled with insignias slightly, well aware of what they meant. “It’s practically a dystopia now.” Madeleine was apparently not to be upstaged with the exposition, despite having pawned the job off earlier. “He rules through complete order. This universe we’re in? It used to be called King of the Noobs, but now it’s just called U-11.” “U for universe,” the Doctor added. “King of the Noobs…” The King stroked his chin. “Is that not where the Parkour Master hails from? Can he be found around here?” The Doctor shook his head. “You see, the Parkour Master was never officially inducted into the multiverse. That’s pretty important. That process allows for the implantation of alternate versions of yourself across pan-reality. There was only ever one version of the PK, and now, well…” “So what’s with you?” the King asked, turning to Madeleine. “Do you just blow up government buildings every day?” “Well, no. I’m technically a fugitive. The Emperor would very much like to erase me from existence. It’s a good thing that Music Man is the one in charge of the search.” “Alright. This Emperor fellow doesn’t seem to be all that pleasant,” the King concluded. “It’s up to us to take him down then, right?” “I should mention. I’ve got an extra trick up my sleeve.” Music Man grinned. A little girl who couldn’t be older than seven trotted in, hiding behind Music Man’s legs. Clearly, a bit shy. “This is Natalie Bishop. Now, I know she looks like a kid, but trust me, she’s got some tricks.” “What.. sort of tricks?” Natalie pulled out an extremely complicated-looking controller out of nowhere, and began to mash buttons rapidly. A Robo-Knight walked out of a nearby closet. “You have control over one of those machines?” the King noted in wonder. “And she can do it better than any AI,” Music Man declared proudly. “Wait, really?” “You would not believe how difficult it was just to get those damn things to stand!” the Doctor groaned. “And then we had to get them to stand for longer than ten seconds. And then walking. Walking! And don’t even get me started on sloped surfaces. I don’t even want to talk about -” “Then don’t,” Madeleine cut in. “Right, yes, OK.” The King looked at the members of the Quartet, as strange as they seemed to him. A flicker of hope lit his heart. Maybe his own multiverse was gone, but this one still had a chance. “No.” Time seemed to pause. Things seemed to take on a more mute, grey color. The Quartet all had frozen in place. The King looked left, right, forward, backward. There was nothing there. “Sir King.” Suddenly, right there was the figure in the black cloak. The King was technically a little taller than it, but it was a dream to even think that he could comprehend the other being’s power. “Finis. What do you want? Have you not taken enough?” “I have never taken enough.” Finis stepped a little closer. “You’re only lucky that I’m digesting the current universe. Once I’m through with it, I’ll finish my job, I swear it.” The King had no response. What could he say? He had no armor, no overpowered buffs, no friends other than the rag-tag bunch of people who didn’t quite live up to expectations. What was he to do? “We’ll speak again soon. Even transporting 0% of my power here is a struggle. Be grateful for that.” Finis vanished. Things returned to a normal hue. And the King collapsed, destroying the chair he was formerly sitting on. “Who’s going to clean that up?” Music Man wondered. “Touch your nose!” Madeleine laughed. Chapter 4: The Worlds a Stage “My name’s the Doctor, not the Janitor. Get it right.” The business of moving the King around and cleaning up his mess was turning out to be quite difficult. “Hey, sweep harder,” Madeleine ordered. “I am technically an official of the Emperor. I could have you dead in a heartbeat.” “Empty threat.” The Doctor sighed. “Yes, empty threat.” “My God…” the King groaned. “Ah, he’s awake!” the Doctor noted excitedly. “Does that mean I don’t have to clean up this mess anymore!” “Wh… what’s happening? Where’s Music Man?” “He took Natalie and left. Had to go back to his job.” The Doctor awkwardly stood about, picking his cuticles. The King rubbed his head. “You know, in all the stories that I’ve read, they’re rather brief, linear odysseys. I kind of get the feeling that this isn’t going to be like those stories.” “You’re not wrong,” Madeleine noted darkly. “So. You’re all different versions of my allies. Are they out and about somewhere in this multiverse?” The Doctor pulled out a piece of paper from his lab coat. “Well, the Parkour Master isn’t here in any capacity, as we’ve already said. Joseph Stalin is actually the Emperor’s right-hand man. He’s in charge of U-2.” “That’s the former Flipside. Where you guys are from, correct?” “Yes. And Cookie serves under him, patrolling the streets and stomping out any signs of rebellion.” “If I remember her correctly, she’s probably enjoying it.” The Doctor gave an unhappy-sounding chuckle. “That’s an understatement. In any case, the Octoling Shopkeeper helps run the commerce of the underground resistance. She’s helping to keep everyone alive with the resources that we need - at least, as best she can. Meanwhile, Francis Scott Key serves the Emperor in U-4, alongside the Old King Harold and Chuck Noris. They’re all working under King Ryan. He’s just a puppet now.” “King Ryan,” KOTL mused. “He practically controlled half the multiverse at one point. I can’t even imagine him as a puppet.” “Corrupted Sans and Flowey are currently somewhere in U-3. As far as I know, they’re just ordinary citizens. They’re not doing anything particularly exciting or special.” “And that leaves us with the Clover. The Principal is gone. There seems to be no trace of him. Meanwhile, the Goose has actually been locked up.” The King burst out into laughter. “Funny joke, sir Doctor, but that’s literally impossible. No one can catch the Goose.” “Oh, but it is true.” The Doctor shook his head. “The Goose is locked in the deepest cell in the Empire’s strongest prison, Mortis Vincula. It has the most over-the-top security system you could imagine. I should know - I designed it.” “Aren’t you supposed to be on our side?” “I am. That Goose is a threat to everyone, trust me.” “Very well. Continue on, please.” The King fiddled with a coin. “The Jester serves as the sole personal guard of the Emperor. There’s some sort of dark energy that surrounds him, giving him powers. It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen.” “Oh, I’ve seen something like that before,” the King mumbled. “And finally, your own counterpart. Oddly enough, he’s just a young boy: the Prince of the Ladder. He’s been groomed in service for the Empire.” “That’s… so strange.” “Thank you, Doctor.” Madeline gave him a smile. For a fraction of a second, the King saw the same insanity that possessed the previous Hatter, and wondered just what this girl had been through. “Thank you for your explanation. You may go now.” “Um. Thank you. Ah, goodbye.” The Doctor walked over to the door, opened it, and vanished into the night. OOO The King rubbed his temples. What a brickload of information to be hit with. “This is such a strange situation, I must admit. What’s our next course of action?” Madeleine shook her head. “I don’t think you understand. This isn’t some single guy that’s easy to topple over. The Empire has existed for millenia. Millenia. What makes you think you can tear it down?” “I could feed you some story about how hope and love triumphs over everything. But it doesn’t. What wins the day in the end is power. And we have power, no?” “They have more power.” “So, what? Is that an excuse to sit around and do nothing, as tyrants continue to rule over every single soul there ever was and there ever will be?” Madeleine sat there and thought for a moment. “We should talk to the Octoling Shopkeeper first,” she finally said. “She’s in touch with all the underground’s leaders. If we want allies, we ought to talk to her.” “The Underground… is that what the name of our rebellion is?” “Hey, that’s catchy. I like it.” “So we’ll get in touch with her, and she can help us out. Sounds like a plan.” Chapter 5: The Emperor’s Entrance A bruised, battered, and broken Music Man dragged his way into the throne room of the Emperor. Well, to call it a “room”, wouldn’t exactly be accurate, per se. It was essentially a void. The void. A universe had once been here, swept away by neglect and whatever else that took it away. All that was left was endless nothingness. Sometimes, though, it didn’t feel like nothingness. Sometimes, it felt as though there was a wind. Other times, it was a magnetic pull. Perhaps it was some form of gravity. For an infinite void of nothing, there sure did seem to be a lot of things going on in it. The only reason why every single person present hadn’t already gotten sucked in and died was thanks to the unobtanium platforms scattered about. Suspended in the nothingness, they floated eerily, moving up and down slightly. A large number of portals to different universes were scattered across the platforms this way and that, one person or another always walking through them quickly. If one squinted very hard, far off in the void were more platforms - the working space of the bureaucracy that kept the Empire running. Music Man stumbled his way through, and this time, people did stop to look at him. It wasn’t every day that a person as powerful as he showed up so injured. And of course, the throne itself. One could not call it a throne room without it having a throne. At the end of the unobtanium hallway was an actual room. Cloaked in dark banners flying the symbol of the Empire, lit with torches filled with souls. The throne was made of unobtanium. How on earth the stuff had been cut to form the shape of a chair, no one had known. And it was perfect, too. Almost as though a machine had done it. Upon the chair sat the man in question. The unquestioned supreme commander and potentate of worlds. The Emperor. “Music Man.” The Emperor’s words did not exert a physical force. They didn’t need to. They were a physical force all of their own. Music Man knelt. “My Emperor.” The Emperor rose from his chair. Surprisingly, he wasn’t all that much taller than Music Man. With careful, measured steps, he walked over to Music Man, very nearly picked him up with a single hand, and offered a bagel. Music Man accepted it, wolfing it down and enjoying the terrific feeling of his wounds and injuries being fixed. It had been a painful few hours since he and the King had fought. “There’s no need to give me any sort of explanation.” The Emperor spoke with a careful, measured expression, seeming intent on getting his message into Music Man’s brain. “The prophecy has come true. You attempted to subdue the alien, only to be defeated. I commend you for your service.” “Thank you, my Emperor.” “Now. Could you be so kind as to describe who they were and what they did?” OOO The Emperor kept his inner circle very, very tight. It was a requirement in order to consolidate one’s hold on power, and Joseph Stalin was a man who could respect that. Him, King Ryan, the Jester, and the Prince of the Ladder all engaged in a very delicate balance, vying for second-in-command. For the past 6000 years or so, Stalin had managed to barely shift things in his favor. It took an incredible amount of political shenanigans and careful killings, but the balance of power swung towards him for the past six millenia. He could proudly call himself the Emperor’s right-hand man. He was #2 in all of reality. But, of course, his foes were no fools. They were as educated as he was in classical diplomatic strategy. When there’s one enemy more powerful than the rest, everyone has to put aside their differences to bring them down. There was no way this could go on. He’d be lucky to keep his spot for another few centuries, let alone a full millennium. And that was what Stalin mused about, as he made his way to the King’s throne room. Technically, there was a time once when the four of them united. When there was one more powerful than all the rest, everyone has to put aside their differences to bring them down. And who was more powerful than the Emperor? That did not work out well. OOO “Mr. Stalin. My right-hand man.” Technically, Stalin was taller than the Emperor, but he still felt tiny when standing next to him. Like a bug, about to be squashed. “I have a job for you.” “Of course, my Emperor. What would you have me do?” “I’m sure you’re aware of the prophecy. It’s come true.” Stalin very nearly choked. “Y… you don’t mean…” “I do mean.” The Principal turned away, marching back to his throne. “You will find the alien and dispatch him swiftly. Use whatever means necessary. Am I understood?” “Yes, my Emperor. Of course, my Emperor. Right away, right away.” Chapter 6: The Light of the Underground Madeleine fiddled with a teleportation device that was not unlike the one the King had formerly seen in possession of the original Doctor. The thing beeped and booped and hissed, but did not create a portal. “I swear, he makes things so unnecessarily complicated,” she grumbled. “Things are so much harder when I can’t just throw a hat at it to fix the problem.” The King patiently sat to the side and polished his golden hammer with his golden robe. Eventually, after what was admittedly a long time, a portal flickered and flared to life. “Let’s go save the world,” Madeleine suggested. And so, the two of them jumped forward. OOO The Underground’s central hub of commerce was very, very strange. All sorts of building materials appeared to have been used with no regard as to how it looked. Brick stood next to granite and stone. Mortar, what appeared to be super glue, and in some cases, literally duck tape held things together. Despite the fact that everything was indoors, though, there was no sense of claustrophobia. The place was absolutely massive. It put cathedrals and malls to shame. The King peeked through a crack between two cobblestones and saw a void. It was a void that he’d seen once before, in another world. “This is like no place we’ve ever seen. Where are we?” “Well, technically, we’re nowhere. We’re in-between universes, kind of. It’s just a void. Our resistance’s builders took whatever materials they could and made this. It’s a bit chaotic, but it’s ours.” “It’s… alright, actually,” the King decided. “Well, if you’re done gawking, let’s go.” Madeleine spun and marched off in a seemingly random direction, and the King hurried after. OOO At the center of all the hubbub were several open tables, with many people working at them. Piles and piles of papers and gold were scattered all around, everyone in too much of a hurry to really be organized. Folks in hoodies and sweatpants worked shoulder-to-shoulder with people dressed in colonial-era attire, standing with others dressed in futuristic power armor. It was madness, but it was working, somehow. In the center of the center was the Octoling Shopkeeper, seemingly typing at six computers all at once. She looked almost completely normal, besides a baseball cap and a bow tie, for some reason. “Madeleine. Hello.” The Shopkeeper’s voice wasn’t cruel, per se, but definitely more clinical. Less childlike. “Who is this that you’ve brought?” “Octoling, meet the King of the Ladder.” The King bowed politely. “What’s up? What do you need?” The King cleared his throat. Suddenly, he felt a bit ridiculous. Who was he, trying to start some grand revolution? He wasn’t a king, not anymore. He didn’t control how things went. He shouldn’t be doing this. “You know, you’re right. For once in your life.” That immutable greyness returned. Everyone froze, and once again Finis appeared in the corner of the King’s vision. “If you’re saying that, then what I’m doing must be the correct course of action,” the King replied. “If you think that I should not do something, you better be sure that I’m going to up and do it.” “Very well. When your pathetic act of spite ends in its inevitable failure, don’t come crying to me.” The greyness passed, time started working correctly again, and the King cleared his throat once again. “I’ve come to you requesting aid,” the King began. “I want to save the multiverse, and you have the resources and connections to help with that.” The Octoling Shopkeeper scoffed. “Are you joking?” Now her tone was cruel, full of venom and bitterness. “Do you see how hard I’m working, just trying to keep the resistance alive? It’s difficult enough to keep the status quo. What would you even have me do?” “You’re running an entire economy here. Surely, that counts for something. That could be used for something. Wars are run off the back of a strong economy.” “You’re a starry-eyed idealist,” the Octoling dismissed him, returning to her work. “Go back to your own universe. You probably have rainbows and unicorns there.” “My entire multiverse was wiped out.” This was apparently enough to shock the Shopkeeper, who swung around and began to pay attention to him again. “Do you want to start generalizing again?” “Alright, fine. Fine!” The Octoling Shopkeeper began to angrily throw some papers about, just for show. “Fine. I’ll support your cause. Out of pity. You got that? Is that clear?” “Crystal,” the King muttered. “Now, I was thinking that -” Before the King had the opportunity to explain what he was thinking, the sounds of warfare and laser beams being fired emanated from somewhere. “Dammit! A raid, really?” The Octoling Shopkeeper pounded a fist against the table in frustration, causing the poor wooden furniture to break. She pulled out her ink gun. “Looks like I don’t have much of a choice anymore. I’m with you two.” “What’s going on? Who’s attacking us?” the King asked, somewhat worried. The sounds of laser cutting through flesh and the painful screams of the wounded flooded the area. And all the while, a male voice laughed an ugly laugh, seemingly delighting in the carnage. “There’s only one person this can be,” Madeleine noted. “You any good in a fight? Actually, you probably are, don’t even answer.” The King grabbed hold of his hammer, and against his better instincts, marched towards the sounds of pain and death. Chapter 7: Battle of the Shopping District The King, Madeleine, and the Shopkeeper dashed quickly, past shops and buildings of all shapes and sizes. Wide courtyards gave way to narrow alleyways, which led into more wide courtyards which led into more narrow alleyways. It was a complete maze. The destruction being spread was so wide, however, that it didn’t take long to find the root of the problem. Stalin strode about, cutting people and knocking over buildings with swings of his Saw. Behind him, the Robo-Knights slowly moved about, blasting things apart with their lasers. The few people around fled for their lives. None of them were successful. The communist was just in the process of crushing a helpless victim’s skull with his boot when he looked up and saw three lone people staring him down. “Ah! What do we have here?” Stalin mused. “An orphan, a capitalist, and a very special someone.” The Octoling loaded her ink gun. The staredown continued. “I know you’re probably not going to accept this, but please. Just hand over the King, and everything will be fine.” “You’re right. We’re not going to accept this,” Madeleine shot back. “Do you want to know something?” Stalin stroked his mustache. His eyelids drooped, as though he was deep in thought. “We allow your little resistance to exist.” The man smirked. He began to pace grandly about. “The Empire allows it to continue. Rebellion will always exist, and so we allow it to persist in the way that we want it to. Small, weak, and easily containable.” “Now, then. I don’t have to destroy everything that you’ve built up. In fact, I don’t want to, either. That would take effort. So. Just let the King come with us, and we can keep the status quo. Deal?” “No,” three voices chorused back at him. Stalin sighed. “It was worth a shot. I hope you’ve all got backup vessels prepared. Let’s do this.” OOO The Robo-Knights turned out to not be incompetent minions. Several laser beams and grenades flew through the air, and these didn’t look like they were going to miss. Madeleine expertly threw hats at each of the explosive devices, knocking them wildly off course. The King’s largest coin was more than enough to hold up to the lasers being shot at him. But now Stalin himself was coming in, grabbing his hammer and sickle and jumping into a gigantic attack. The King dove to the side. The Shopkeeper splatter ink upon the Robo-Knights, making them markedly incapable of getting out or doing much of anything. They creaked and groaned and fired attacks randomly, but not much seemed to be working. Jumping out of his dive, the King used his momentum to swing his hammer down at Stalin. Stalin returned it with a blow of his own, and the force of the two golden hammers colliding sent the both of them flying backwards several meters. In an extremely unfortunate happenstance, the Robo-Knights began to break free of their goop. The Octoling began to desperately fire more ink, trying to keep them at bay. The King hopped to his feet quickly, somewhat bruised but still healthy. Stalin got up as well, hurling his sickle at the King before even getting off his knees. A hat deflected the sickle off-course by a few inches. The King stepped to the side, and the thing flew by him. Stalin growled in frustration, pulled out his Saw, and emptied it of literally all of its blades. Hats and coins would not do a thing against razor-sharp metal heated several thousand degrees. The King ducked, jumped, dove, and dodged his way through the forest of projectiles, each coming within an inch of his body before he managed to move it out of the way. Without his armor, one of them even grazing him most certainly would have done some damage, but without his armor, none of them even had a chance. The Robo-Knights, in the meantime, were now hopelessly stuck and slowly dissolving. It seemed like whatever was in that ink was a perfect counter to the nearly indestructible material their armor was made out of. One by one, each of them began to fail and stop working, remaining trapped under heaps of the corrosive liquid. But Stalin was not content to go down easy. The blades he fired boomeranged back around, moving straight towards the King once again. The King continued his routine, dancing and jumping and weaving and performing all sorts of acrobatics. What a strange fighting style this was, all this moving around. He wasn’t getting tired - exhaustion was a concern for beings without good vessels - but it certainly did require a great amount of concentration and effort. He had always thought it simpler to simply tank the enemy attacks. The King’s philosophical thought process was interrupted by Stalin wildly swinging the Saw at him. The former Stalin swung his Saw slowly, but this guy was somehow swinging it around as easily as though it were a toy. The King tried to bring out his hammer, while also instinctively trying to dodge. He failed on both counts, getting cut deeply in the chest and being thrown backwards violently. The poor man hit the floor. His vision swam in and out, spots clouding his vision. He couldn’t move. He could scarcely breathe, was barely able to stay alive at all. He slumped his way into unconsciousness, the world leaving him. “Ha! You like that?” Stalin gloated. He unslung a standard army-issue automatic rifle from somewhere. Where did he get that? Why was he using it? “Get knocked out in one shot! Get ready to dOOOmPHA!” The Octoling Shopkeeper has shot a blast of ink directly into Stalin’s mouth. Stalin reacted as though this were acid, which it might as well have been. He clawed at his mouth, trying desperately to get the liquid out. Madeleine took this opportunity to throw an explosive hat at Stalin. Despite the man being in immense pain, he was still capable of stepping to the side and dodging it. “Ha!” Stalin laughed again. He immediately screamed in pain following this laugh - perhaps his throat had sustained injuries. “What a cheap trick, ganging up on me. Did you honestly think that would work?” Madeleine pointed behind him. “A second cheap trick! You truly fight with no honor. Did you really think I’d fall for that?” The explosive hat bounced off the wall and ricocheted directly into Stalin, going off with a BOOM. Stalin was flung through the air, crashing into the ground unceremoniously. For all the strength and powers this guy had, he had nothing on the original Stalin’s durability. A single explosion would have tickled, not injured. A dark energy surrounded him - a clear sign of the Emperor’s power. The energy gathered, forming into the shape of the man. His voice boomed. “Don’t think that you can stand against me. You will die. All of you enemies of the Empire - you will die.” The energy gathered around the fallen form of Stalin, more and more and more, until finally, it teleported him away across space and time.

https://jcw87.github.io/c2-sans-fight/ if u beat the fight with proof, u get trophies Ngl he's hard to beat

Chapter 1 “The second fall of KOTL.” That was what Finis had called it. Of course, that implied that there had been a first fall to KOTL. And boy, was that a time back then. The multiverse back then was a different place. A weaker place, much weaker. The constinutent universes that made it up were fewer and far between, less fleshed out and with fewer powerful people. Perhaps the people of today would have looked back at then and called the first end of KOTL inevitable, even more so than their own. It would only be a matter of “when”. OOO The Hotelier sat at his desk, shuffling papers. It looked like a long night of work for him, just as it typically was. The man was in charge of an establishment called, “Hotel Reality”. He had a vision - that the place could become a hospitable location to any and all who seeked asylum. It was neutral ground. Hero, villain, or whatever in between. All were welcome, and all would be provided for by the best service imaginable. It had only been a week, and general consensus was that the hotel was quite the novelty. Quite a few guests had come in, and all of them left being satisfied. That was all the Hotelier could hope for. Of course, it wasn’t easy. In fact, it was very difficult. It was fortunate that the vessel the Hotelier occupied had been updated to not require sleep, otherwise, he would not have made it this far at all. He rubbed his forehead, trying to think. Every universe seemed to use a different kind of currency, and trying to figure out conversion rates that no one else had ever done yet was a task for an economist, not a hotel manager. The Hotelier considered a gathering of all leaders in order to espouse the need for a common currency. Something that would be valid and useful, no matter where you went. They could meet in this very hotel - there were several large meeting rooms for exactly this purpose. For now, though, conversion rates. A gigantic, perpetual thunking sound began to blare throughout the large lobby the Hotelier was in. He nervously looked about, questioning just what it could be. In an instant, the cover of the ventilation shaft above him hit the floor, and a person dropped out of it, dagger in hand. “Hey, hold on a minute!” The Hotelier backed away a little bit. Some of his papers scattered about, which ordinarily would have irked him to no end, but there were bigger problems at the moment. “You’re one of the mass murderers we’re hosting, aren’t you? There’s no murder allowed outside of the designated murder areas! Please halt yourself at once!” The Hotelier didn’t even have a chance to get a good look. His foe dashed over to him, the knife rose and fell. The man collapsed to the ground, blood flying all over his nice suit as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. As consciousness fled, he reflected on the fact that perhaps allowing serial killers into his establishment might not have been a good idea. Chapter 2 “Hey. Hey, wake up.” The Hotelier felt awful. To be truthful, he hadn’t felt all that good prior to getting stabbed, so now, he felt doubly awful. The man felt something get pushed into his hand. “Here. Eat this.” The Hotelier was a somewhat old fellow. Not the oldest fellow out there, that’s true, but still pretty old. He was from a time where vessels once required food, and so he knew what it meant to eat. Completely blind, he chomped down on the food. The taste of butter, cheese, and bread hit his taste buds. He’d never tasted anything like this. Something was happening within him. His aches and pains began to fade away. He felt the giant wound his chest had sustained knit itself closed. Eyesight returned, muscles began to work again. It was like night and day. A strange, round-shaped object with a hole in the center was in the man’s hand. He examined it confusedly. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before. “It worked! Cool.” The Hotelier looked up. Across from him was a young woman dressed in business attire, looking almost childishly happy to see him awake. “Er… who are you?” “I’m DFS. I’m the Mayor of this humble town.” The Hotelier finally gave his surroundings a good look. The place he found himself in might have once been a quaint, peaceful town, but now it looked like a war had taken place over the top of it. Houses were burned, buildings stood vandalized, the grand structure in front of him that resembled a town hall looked like it had suffered an explosion. Far off in the distance, a broken gate stood, letters brazen on it. “Peaceful… Acres.” It took a second to figure out what the letters spelt while they were viewed backwards. “Never has there been such an ironic name,” DFS chuckled. “It’s been a literal hell here, let me tell you.” “It certainly looks it. What was that thing you gave me?” “It’s called a bagel. It’s really, really powerful, ‘cause it heals you of everything. It’s such a secret that not even your hotel has access to them.” “You know about my hotel?” “Well, duh. Of course I do. There’s been ads for it left, right, and center.” “Excellent!” The news that his PR campaign had been succeeding was a delight to the man, who jumped about happily. He was brought back to Earth just as quickly, however, upon remembering what had just recently transpired. “How on earth did I get here?” “I dunno. One minute you weren’t there, next minute you were.” “Ok, WHY am I here?” “Why do you keep assuming that I know all the answers? Do you think I’m God or something?” “I’m sorry.” “Here, it’s fine-” A horde of very slowly approaching zombies began to make their way over to the two of them. The Hotelier had met with zombies in his hotel before, but those were always rather well put-together and intelligent enough to reserve a hotel room for themselves. These things - these were real, deadly zombies. DFS rolled her eyes. “More zombies. Annoying. Hey, hotel man. You any good in a fight?” “I suppose I’m adequate.” “Ok. Then have fun.” The zombies began to creep uncomfortably close. Close enough that the smell of them was starting to get to the poor Hotelier. “Er, ma’am. Are you going to assist me?” “No.” “What could possibly be the reason for this? These zombies are just as much as a threat to you as they are to me,” the Hotelier argued. “Are you incapable of fighting them? Is this some sort of sick, twisted test?” “I just don’t feel like it.” “Very well.” The Hotelier began to pull out shiny silver dishes, throwing them like frisbees. Food and drink upon the platters spilled all over, disrupting their path forward, while the metal cut through their rotting flesh as though it were paper. Two minutes later, the last zombie head was severed from its body, and the Hotelier clapped his gloved hands together. “There. I have eliminated all of the zombies. Are you satisfied?” DFS jumped up and down on the spot, grinning happily and clapping her hands together, as though she were a small child. “Well done, well done!” “So, what is our next course of action?” “Here, I know a guy. He’s called the Principal. Real smart, authority-like guy. He can probably help you.” “And where is this said Principal?” “Here, follow me.” DFS walked through the gates of her town carelessly. Without much of a choice, the Hotelier followed.

Welcome to Survive the nights! Have you ever played Five nights at Freddys? Well, this is the KOTL version of that. Created by Horrible Tomato, and Enhance apron by Hitthepin. The General idea: The rules are simple, you are in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, and your goal is to survive until 6 am! Simple, right? You start in the dining area. There are animatronics hunting you down, as well as a few indie game characters that may appear every now and again, try not to get absolutely obliterated. Power: Power is what makes the world go round, without it, your flashlights wouldn’t work, the cameras would go dark, and worst of all, the doors to the office won’t work, you start the game with 100% power, flashlights will drain a tiny bit of power, having the monitor in the office on will drain the power a bit faster, and having the office doors shut will drain the power very quickly. If you get to 0%, Then Ṛ̷̢̤̺̭̅̽̓U̶͇̐͒͛͑͘N̸̡̖̰̐̂̈.̸̦̺̫̐̓.̷̻͍̭̆̄ͅ.̸̱̺͇̥͈͑ Points: You gain 3 points for each in-game “hour” you survive, and 12 for surviving until 6 am. The Map: This is an explanation of a couple of the rooms: The control room and back room: the former contains the controls for the stage, and the latter contains old animatronic parts, it is recommended you avoid these rooms. The Safe room: this room is hidden behind a brick wall, good luck getting in there. the kitchen: this room contains knifes, some indie characters, as well as your fellow guards, can be killed by these. The Office: The most important room, and probably the safest room, this room has 2 entrances, both of which can be controlled from inside it by pressing the buttons next to each door, having the doors shut keeps most everything out, but will drain you power, so use them sparingly. There is also a monitor, that when on can show you audio and video of most of the rooms, But having on will drain your power over time. So don’t overuse it. Have Fun! (please let me know if any changes need to be made.)

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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that 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.” SEQ. 75 - “INTRO TO BARRY” INT. BENSON HOUSE - DAY ANGLE ON: Sneakers on the ground. Camera PANS UP to reveal BARRY BENSON’S BEDROOM ANGLE ON: Barry’s hand flipping through different sweaters in his closet. BARRY Yellow black, yellow black, yellow black, yellow black, yellow black, yellow black...oohh, black and yellow... ANGLE ON: Barry wearing the sweater he picked, looking in the mirror. BARRY (CONT’D) Yeah, let’s shake it up a little. He picks the black and yellow one. He then goes to the sink, takes the top off a CONTAINER OF HONEY, and puts some honey into his hair. He squirts some in his mouth and gargles. Then he takes the lid off the bottle, and rolls some on like deodorant. CUT TO: INT. BENSON HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS Barry’s mother, JANET BENSON, yells up at Barry. JANET BENSON Barry, breakfast is ready! CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 1. INT. BARRY’S ROOM - CONTINUOUS BARRY Coming! SFX: Phone RINGING. Barry’s antennae vibrate as they RING like a phone. Barry’s hands are wet. He looks around for a towel. BARRY (CONT’D) Hang on a second! He wipes his hands on his sweater, and pulls his antennae down to his ear and mouth. BARRY (CONT'D) Hello? His best friend, ADAM FLAYMAN, is on the other end. ADAM Barry? BARRY Adam? ADAM Can you believe this is happening? BARRY Can’t believe it. I’ll pick you up. Barry sticks his stinger in a sharpener. SFX: BUZZING AS HIS STINGER IS SHARPENED. He tests the sharpness with his finger. SFX: Bing. BARRY (CONT’D) Looking sharp. ANGLE ON: Barry hovering down the hall, sliding down the staircase bannister. Barry’s mother, JANET BENSON, is in the kitchen. JANET BENSON Barry, why don’t you use the stairs? Your father paid good money for those. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 2. BARRY Sorry, I’m excited. Barry’s father, MARTIN BENSON, ENTERS. He’s reading a NEWSPAPER with the HEADLINE, “Queen gives birth to thousandtuplets: Resting Comfortably.” MARTIN BENSON Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, Son. And a perfect report card, all B’s. JANET BENSON (mushing Barry’s hair) Very proud. BARRY Ma! I’ve got a thing going here. Barry re-adjusts his hair, starts to leave. JANET BENSON You’ve got some lint on your fuzz. She picks it off. BARRY Ow, that’s me! MARTIN BENSON Wave to us. We’ll be in row 118,000. Barry zips off. BARRY Bye! JANET BENSON Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! CUT TO: SEQ. 750 - DRIVING TO GRADUATION EXT. BEE SUBURB - MORNING A GARAGE DOOR OPENS. Barry drives out in his CAR. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 3. ANGLE ON: Barry’s friend, ADAM FLAYMAN, standing by the curb. He’s reading a NEWSPAPER with the HEADLINE: “Frisbee Hits Hive: Internet Down. Bee-stander: “I heard a sound, and next thing I knew...wham-o!.” Barry drives up, stops in front of Adam. Adam jumps in. BARRY Hey, Adam. ADAM Hey, Barry. (pointing at Barry’s hair) Is that fuzz gel? BARRY A little. It’s a special day. Finally graduating. ADAM I never thought I’d make it. BARRY Yeah, three days of grade school, three days of high school. ADAM Those were so awkward. BARRY Three days of college. I’m glad I took off one day in the middle and just hitchhiked around the hive. ADAM You did come back different. They drive by a bee who’s jogging. ARTIE Hi Barry! BARRY (to a bee pedestrian) Hey Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. Barry and Adam drive from the suburbs into the city. ADAM Hey, did you hear about Frankie? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 4. BARRY Yeah. ADAM You going to his funeral? BARRY No, I’m not going to his funeral. Everybody knows you sting someone you die, you don’t waste it on a squirrel. He was such a hot head. ADAM Yeah, I guess he could’ve just gotten out of the way. The DRIVE through a loop de loop. BARRY AND ADAM Whoa...Whooo...wheee!! ADAM I love this incorporating the amusement park right into our regular day. BARRY I guess that’s why they say we don’t need vacations. CUT TO: SEQ. 95 - GRADUATION EXT. GRADUATION CEREMONY - CONTINUOUS Barry and Adam come to a stop. They exit the car, and fly over the crowd to their seats. * BARRY * (re: graduation ceremony) * Boy, quite a bit of pomp...under * the circumstances. * They land in their seats. BARRY (CONT’D) Well Adam, today we are men. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 5. ADAM We are. BARRY Bee-men. ADAM Amen! BARRY Hallelujah. Barry hits Adam’s forehead. Adam goes into the rapture. An announcement comes over the PA. ANNOUNCER (V.O) Students, faculty, distinguished bees...please welcome, Dean Buzzwell. ANGLE ON: DEAN BUZZWELL steps up to the podium. The podium has a sign that reads: “Welcome Graduating Class of:”, with train-station style flipping numbers after it. BUZZWELL Welcome New Hive City graduating class of... The numbers on the podium change to 9:15. BUZZWELL (CONT’D) ...9:15. (he clears his throat) And that concludes our graduation ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries. BARRY Are we going to pick our job today? ADAM I heard it’s just orientation. The rows of chairs change in transformer-like mechanical motion to Universal Studios type tour trams. Buzzwell walks off stage. BARRY (re: trams) Whoa, heads up! Here we go. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 6. SEQ. 125 - “FACTORY” FEMALE VOICE (V.O) Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. (in Spanish) Dejen las manos y antennas adentro del tram a todos tiempos. BARRY I wonder what it’s going to be like? ADAM A little scary. Barry shakes Adam. BARRY AND ADAM AAHHHH! The tram passes under SIGNS READING: “Honex: A Division of Honesco: A Part of the Hexagon Group.” TRUDY Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco, and a part of the Hexagon group. BARRY This is it! The Honex doors OPEN, revealing the factory. BARRY (CONT’D) Wow. TRUDY 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 where our top secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent adjusted and bubble contoured into this... Trudy GRABS a TEST TUBE OF HONEY from a technician. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 7. TRUDY (CONT’D) ...soothing, sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow, you all know as... EVERYONE ON THE TRAM (in unison) H-o-n-e-y. Trudy flips the flask into the crowd, and laughs as they all scramble for it. ANGLE ON: A GIRL BEE catching the honey. ADAM (sotto) That girl was hot. BARRY (sotto) She’s my cousin. ADAM She is? BARRY Yes, we’re all cousins. ADAM Right. You’re right. TRUDY At Honex, we also constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress testing a new helmet technology. ANGLE ON: A STUNT BEE in a HELMET getting hit with a NEWSPAPER, then a SHOE, then a FLYSWATTER. He gets up, and gives a “thumb’s up”. The graduate bees APPLAUD. ADAM (re: stunt bee) What do you think he makes? BARRY Not enough. TRUDY And here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 8. BARRY Wow, what does that do? TRUDY Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. ANGLE ON: The Krelman machine. Bees with hand-shaped hats on, rotating around a wheel to catch drips of honey. Adam’s hand shoots up. ADAM Can anyone work on the Krelman? TRUDY Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. There are over 3000 different bee occupations. But choose carefully, because you’ll stay in the job that you pick for the rest of your life. The bees CHEER. ANGLE ON: Barry’s smile dropping slightly. BARRY The same job for the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. ADAM What’s the difference? TRUDY And you’ll be happy to know that bees as a species haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. BARRY So you’ll just work us to death? TRUDY (laughing) We’ll sure try. Everyone LAUGHS except Barry. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 9. The tram drops down a log-flume type steep drop. Cameras flash, as all the bees throw up their hands. The frame freezes into a snapshot. Barry looks concerned. The tram continues through 2 doors. FORM DISSOLVE TO: SEQ. 175 - “WALKING THE HIVE” INT. HONEX LOBBY ANGLE ON: The log-flume photo, as Barry looks at it. ADAM Wow. That blew my mind. BARRY (annoyed) “What’s the difference?” Adam, how could you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. ADAM Well, 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 Barry, why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. They walk by a newspaper stand with A SANDWICH BOARD READING: “Bee Goes Berserk: Stings Seven Then Self.” ANGLE ON: A BEE filling his car’s gas tank from a honey pump. He fills his car some, then takes a swig for himself. NEWSPAPER BEE (to the bee guzzling gas) Hey! Barry and Adam begin to cross the street. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 10. BARRY Yeah but Adam, did you ever think that maybe things work a little too well around here? They stop in the middle of the street. The traffic moves perfectly around them. ADAM Like what? Give me one example. BARRY (thinks) ...I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. They walk off. SEQ. 400 - “MEET THE JOCKS” SFX: The SOUND of Pollen Jocks. PAN DOWN from the Honex statue. J-GATE ANNOUNCER Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Royal Nectar Force on approach. BARRY Wait a second. Check it out. Hey, hey, those are Pollen jocks. ADAM Wow. FOUR PATROL BEES FLY in through the hive’s giant Gothic entrance. The Patrol Bees are wearing fighter pilot helmets with black visors. ADAM (CONT’D) I’ve never seen them this close. BARRY They know what it’s like to go outside the hive. ADAM Yeah, but some of them don’t come back. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 11. The nectar from the pollen jocks is removed from their backpacks, and loaded into trucks on their way to Honex. A SMALL CROWD forms around the Patrol Bees. Each one has a PIT CREW that takes their nectar. Lou Loduca hurries a pit crew along: LOU LODUCA You guys did great! You’re monsters. You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! SCHOOL GIRLS are jumping up and down and squealing nearby. BARRY I wonder where those guys have just been? ADAM I don’t know. BARRY Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who-knows-where, doing who-knows-what. ADAM You can’t just decide one day to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. BARRY Right. Pollen Jocks cross in close proximity to Barry and Adam. Some pollen falls off, onto Barry and Adam. BARRY (CONT’D) Look at that. That’s more pollen than you and I will ever see in a lifetime. ADAM (playing with the pollen) It’s just a status symbol. I think bees make too big a deal out of it. BARRY Perhaps, unless you’re wearing it, and the ladies see you wearing it. ANGLE ON: Two girl bees. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 12. ADAM Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? BARRY Distant, distant. ANGLE ON: TWO POLLEN JOCKS. JACKSON Look at these two. SPLITZ Couple of Hive Harrys. JACKSON Let’s have some fun with them. The pollen jocks approach. Barry and Adam continue to talk to the girls. GIRL 1 It must be so dangerous being a pollen jock. BARRY Oh yeah, one time a bear had me pinned up against a mushroom. He had one paw on my throat, and with the other he was slapping me back and forth across the face. GIRL 1 Oh my. BARRY I never thought I’d knock him out. GIRL 2 (to Adam) And what were you doing during all of this? ADAM Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities. The girl swipes some pollen off of Adam with a finger. BARRY (re: pollen) I can autograph that if you want. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 13. JACKSON Little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? BARRY Yeah. Gusty. BUZZ You know, we’re going to hit a sunflower patch about six miles from here tomorrow. BARRY Six miles, huh? ADAM (whispering) Barry. BUZZ It’s a puddle-jump for us. But maybe you’re not up for it. BARRY Maybe I am. ADAM (whispering louder) You are not! BUZZ We’re going, oh-nine hundred at JGate. ADAM (re: j-gate) Whoa. BUZZ (leaning in, on top of Barry) What do you think, Buzzy Boy? Are you bee enough? BARRY I might be. It all depends on what oh-nine hundred means. CUT TO: SEQ. 450 - “THE BALCONY” "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 14. INT. BENSON HOUSE BALCONY - LATER Barry is standing on the balcony alone, looking out over the city. Martin Benson ENTERS, sneaks up behind Barry and gooses him in his ribs. MARTIN BENSON Honex! BARRY Oh, Dad. You surprised me. MARTIN BENSON (laughing) Have you decided what you’re interested in, Son? BARRY Well, there’s a lot of choices. MARTIN BENSON But you only get one. Martin LAUGHS. BARRY Dad, do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? MARTIN BENSON Son, let me tell you something about stirring. (making the stirring motion) 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 BENSON And you were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 15. BARRY Well no... MARTIN BENSON Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey. JANET BENSON Oh Barry, you are so funny sometimes. BARRY I’m not trying to be funny. MARTIN BENSON You’re not funny, you’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer. JANET BENSON You’re going to be a stirrer?! BARRY No one’s listening to me. MARTIN BENSON Wait until you see the sticks I have for you. BARRY I can say anything I want right now. I’m going to get an ant tattoo. JANET BENSON Let’s open some fresh honey and celebrate. BARRY Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax! MARTIN BENSON (toasting) To honey! BARRY Shave my antennae! JANET BENSON To honey! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 16. BARRY Shack up with a grasshopper, get a gold tooth, and start calling everybody “Dawg.” CUT TO: SEQ. 760 - “JOB PLACEMENT” EXT. HONEX LOBBY - CONTINUOUS ANGLE ON: A BEE BUS STOP. One group of bees stands on the pavement, as another group hovers above them. A doubledecker bus pulls up. The hovering bees get on the top level, and the standing bees get on the bottom. Barry and Adam pull up outside of Honex. ADAM I can’t believe we’re starting work today. BARRY Today’s the day. Adam jumps out of the car. ADAM (O.C) Come on. All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY Yeah, right... ANGLE ON: A BOARD READING: “JOB PLACEMENT BOARD”. Buzzwell, the Bee Processor, is at the counter. Another BEE APPLICANT, SANDY SHRIMPKIN is EXITING. SANDY SHRIMPKIN Is it still available? BUZZWELL Hang on. (he looks at changing numbers on the board) Two left. And...one of them’s yours. Congratulations Son, step to the side please. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 17. SANDY SHRIMPKIN Yeah! ADAM (to Sandy, leaving) What did you get? SANDY SHRIMPKIN Picking the crud out. That is stellar! ADAM Wow. BUZZWELL (to Adam and Barry) Couple of newbies? ADAM Yes Sir. Our first day. We are ready. BUZZWELL Well, step up and make your choice. ANGLE ON: A CHART listing the different sectors of Honex. Heating, Cooling, Viscosity, Krelman, Pollen Counting, Stunt Bee, Pouring, Stirrer, Humming, Regurgitating, Front Desk, Hair Removal, Inspector No. 7, Chef, Lint Coordinator, Stripe Supervisor, Antennae-ball polisher, Mite Wrangler, Swatting Counselor, Wax Monkey, Wing Brusher, Hive Keeper, Restroom Attendant. ADAM (to Barry) You want to go first? BARRY No, you go. ADAM Oh my. What’s available? BUZZWELL Restroom attendant is always open, and not for the reason you think. ADAM Any chance of getting on to the Krelman, Sir? BUZZWELL Sure, you’re on. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 18. He plops the KRELMAN HAT onto Adam’s head. ANGLE ON: The job board. THE COLUMNS READ: “OCCUPATION” “POSITIONS AVAILABLE”, and “STATUS”. The middle column has numbers, and the right column has job openings flipping between “open”, “pending”, and “closed”. BUZZWELL (CONT’D) Oh, I’m sorry. The Krelman just closed out. ADAM Oh! He takes the hat off Adam. BUZZWELL Wax Monkey’s always open. The Krelman goes from “Closed” to “Open”. BUZZWELL (CONT’D) And the Krelman just opened up again. ADAM What happened? BUZZWELL Well, whenever a bee dies, that’s an opening. (pointing at the board) See that? He’s dead, dead, another dead one, deady, deadified, two more dead. Dead from the neck up, dead from the neck down. But, that’s life. ANGLE ON: Barry’s disturbed expression. ADAM (feeling pressure to decide) Oh, this is so hard. Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector no. 7, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, antenna-ball polisher, mite wrangler-- Barry, Barry, what do you think I should-- Barry? Barry? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 19. Barry is gone. CUT TO: SEQ. 775 - “LOU LODUCA SPEECH” EXT. J-GATE - SAME TIME Splitz, Jackson, Buzz, Lou and two other BEES are going through final pre-flight checks. Barry ENTERS. LOU LODUCA Alright, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine. Geranium window box on Sutton Place... Barry’s antennae rings, like a phone. ADAM (V.O) What happened to you? Where are you? Barry whispers throughout. BARRY I’m going out. ADAM (V.O) Out? Out where? BARRY Out there. ADAM (V.O) (putting it together) Oh no. BARRY I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. ADAM (V.O) You’re going to die! You’re crazy! Hello? BARRY Oh, another call coming in. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 20. ADAM (V.O) You’re cra-- Barry HANGS UP. ANGLE ON: Lou Loduca. LOU LODUCA If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean Deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. BARRY (timidly) Hey guys. BUZZ Well, look at that. SPLITZ Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? LOU LODUCA (to Barry) Hold it son, flight deck’s restricted. JACKSON It’s okay Lou, we’re going to take him up. Splitz and Jackson CHUCKLE. LOU LODUCA Really? Feeling lucky, are ya? A YOUNGER SMALLER BEE THAN BARRY, CHET, runs up with a release waiver for Barry to sign. CHET Sign here. Here. Just initial that. Thank you. LOU LODUCA Okay, you got a rain advisory today and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, (reading off clipboard) watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears, and bats. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 21. Also, I got a couple reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, just babbling like a cicada. BARRY That’s awful. LOU LODUCA And a reminder for all you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans. Alright, launch positions! The Jocks get into formation, chanting as they move. LOU LODUCA (CONT’D) Black and Yellow! JOCKS Hello! SPLITZ (to Barry) Are you ready for this, hot shot? BARRY Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Barry NODS, terrified. BUZZ Wind! - CHECK! JOCK #1 Antennae! - CHECK! JOCK #2 Nectar pack! - CHECK! JACKSON Wings! - CHECK! SPLITZ Stinger! - CHECK! BARRY Scared out of my shorts - CHECK. LOU LODUCA Okay ladies, let’s move it out. Everyone FLIPS their goggles down. Pit crew bees CRANK their wings, and remove the starting blocks. We hear loud HUMMING. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 22. LOU LODUCA (CONT'D) LOU LODUCA (CONT’D) Pound those petunia's, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! A FLIGHT DECK GUY in deep crouch hand-signals them out the archway as the backwash from the bee wings FLUTTERS his jump suit. Barry follows everyone. SEQ. 800 - “FLYING WITH THE JOCKS” The bees climb above tree tops in formation. Barry is euphoric. BARRY Whoa! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. Ha ha ha! (a beat) I feel so fast...and free. (re: kites in the sky) Box kite! Wow! They fly by several bicyclists, and approach a patch of flowers. BARRY (CONT'D) Flowers! SPLITZ This is blue leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around thirty degrees and hold. BARRY (sotto) Roses. JACKSON Thirty degrees, roger, bringing it around. Many pollen jocks break off from the main group. They use their equipment to collect nectar from flowers. Barry flies down to watch the jocks collect the nectar. JOCK Stand to the side kid, it’s got a bit of a kick. The jock fires the gun, and recoils. Barry watches the gun fill up with nectar. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 23. BARRY Oh, that is one Nectar Collector. JOCK You ever see pollination up close? BARRY No, Sir. He takes off, and the excess pollen dust falls causing the flowers to come back to life. JOCK (as he pollinates) I pick some pollen up over here, sprinkle it over here, maybe a dash over there, pinch on that one...see that? It’s a little bit of magic, ain’t it? The FLOWERS PERK UP as he pollinates. BARRY Wow. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? JOCK ...that’s pollen power, Kid. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. BARRY Cool. The Jock WINKS at Barry. Barry rejoins the other jocks in the sky. They swoop in over a pond, kissing the surface. We see their image reflected in the water; they’re really moving. They fly over a fountain. BUZZ I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow, could be daisies. Don’t we need those? SPLITZ Copy that visual. We see what appear to be yellow flowers on a green field. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 24. They go into a deep bank and dive. BUZZ Hold on, one of these flowers seems to be on the move. SPLITZ Say again...Are you reporting a moving flower? BUZZ Affirmative. SEQ. 900 - “TENNIS GAME” The pollen jocks land. It is a tennis court with dozens of tennis balls. A COUPLE, VANESSA and KEN, plays tennis. The bees land right in the midst of a group of balls. KEN (O.C) That was on the line! The other bees start walking around amongst the immense, yellow globes. SPLITZ This is the coolest. What is it? They stop at a BALL on a white line and look up at it. JACKSON I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. SPLITZ (smelling tennis ball) Smells good. Not like a flower. But I like it. JACKSON Yeah, fuzzy. BUZZ Chemical-y. JACKSON Careful, guys, it’s a little grabby. Barry LANDS on a ball and COLLAPSES. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 25. BARRY Oh my sweet lord of bees. JACKSON Hey, candy brain, get off there! Barry attempts to pulls his legs off, but they stick. BARRY Problem! A tennis shoe and a hand ENTER FRAME. The hand picks up the ball with Barry underneath it. BARRY (CONT'D) Guys! BUZZ This could be bad. JACKSON Affirmative. Vanessa walks back to the service line, BOUNCES the ball. Each time it BOUNCES, the other bees cringe and GASP. ANGLE ON: Barry, terrified. Pure dumb luck, he’s not getting squished. BARRY (with each bounce) Very close...Gonna Hurt...Mamma’s little boy. SPLITZ You are way out of position, rookie. ANGLE ON: Vanessa serving. We see Barry and the ball up against the racket as she brings it back. She tosses the ball into the air; Barry’s eyes widen. The ball is STRUCK, and the rally is on. KEN Coming in at you like a missile! Ken HITS the ball back. Barry feels the g-forces. ANGLE ON: The Pollen Jocks watching Barry pass by them in SLOW MOTION. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 26. BARRY (in slow motion) Help me! JACKSON You know, I don't think these are flowers. SPLITZ Should we tell him? JACKSON I think he knows. BARRY (O.S) What is this?! Vanessa HITS a high arcing lob. Ken waits, poised for the return. We see Barry having trouble maneuvering the ball from fatigue. KEN (overly confident) Match point! ANGLE ON: Ken running up. He has a killer look in his eyes. He’s going to hit the ultimate overhead smash. KEN (CONT'D) You can just start packing up Honey, because I believe you’re about to eat it! ANGLE ON: Pollen Jocks. JACKSON Ahem! Ken is distracted by the jock. KEN What? No! He misses badly. The ball rockets into oblivion. Barry is still hanging on. ANGLE ON: Ken, berating himself. KEN (CONT’D) Oh, you cannot be serious. We hear the ball WHISTLING, and Barry SCREAMING. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 27. BARRY Yowser!!! SEQ. 1000 - “SUV” The ball flies through the air, and lands in the middle of the street. It bounces into the street again, and sticks in the grille of an SUV. INT. CAR ENGINE - CONTINUOUS BARRY’S POV: the grille of the SUV sucks him up. He tumbles through a black tunnel, whirling vanes, and pistons. BARRY AHHHHHHHHHHH!! OHHHH!! EECHHH!! AHHHHHH!! Barry gets chilled by the A/C system, and sees a frozen grasshopper. BARRY (CONT’D) (re: grasshopper) Eww, gross. CUT TO: INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS The car is packed with a typical suburban family: MOTHER, FATHER, eight-year old BOY, LITTLE GIRL in a car seat and a GRANDMOTHER. A big slobbery DOG is behind a grate. Barry pops into the passenger compartment, hitting the Mother’s magazine. MOTHER There’s a bee in the car! They all notice the bee and start SCREAMING. BARRY Aaahhhh! Barry tumbles around the car. We see the faces from his POV. MOTHER Do something! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 28. FATHER I’m driving! Barry flies by the little girl in her CAR SEAT. She waves hello. LITTLE GIRL Hi, bee. SON He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! The car SWERVES around the road. Barry flies into the back, where the slobbery dog SNAPS at him. Barry deftly avoids the jaws and gross, flying SPITTLE. MOTHER Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! Everyone in the car freezes. Barry freezes. They stare at each other, eyes going back and forth, waiting to see who will make the first move. Barry blinks. GRANNY He blinked! Granny pulls out a can of HAIR SPRAY. SON Spray him, Granny! Granny sprays the hair spray everywhere. FATHER What are you doing? GRANNY It’s hair spray! Extra hold! MOTHER Kill it! Barry gets sprayed back by the hair spray, then sucked out of the sunroof. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 29. EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS BARRY Wow. The tension level out here is unbelievable. I’ve got to get home. As Barry flies down the street, it starts to RAIN. He nimbly avoids the rain at first. BARRY (CONT’D) Whoa. Whoa! Can’t fly in rain! Can’t fly in rain! Can’t fly in-- A couple of drops hit him, his wings go limp and he starts falling. BARRY (CONT'D) Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Barry sees a window ledge and aims for it and just makes it. Shivering and exhausted, he crawls into an open window as it CLOSES. SEQ. 1100 - “VANESSA SAVES BARRY” INT. VANESSA’S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS Inside the window, Barry SHAKES off the rain like a dog. Vanessa, Ken, Andy, and Anna ENTER the apartment. VANESSA Ken, can you close the window please? KEN Huh? Oh. (to Andy) Hey, check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? It folds out. Ken holds up his brochure, with photos of himself, and a resume in the middle. ANGLE ON: Barry hiding behind the curtains, as Ken CLOSES THE WINDOW. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 30. BARRY Oh no, more humans. I don’t need this. Barry HOVERS up into the air and THROWS himself into the glass. BARRY (CONT’D) (dazed) Ow! What was that? He does it again, and then multiple more times. BARRY (CONT'D) Maybe this time...this time, this time, this time, this time, this time, this time, this time. Barry JUMPS onto the drapes. BARRY (CONT'D) (out of breath) Drapes! (then, re: glass) That is diabolical. KEN It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top ten favorite movies. ANDY What’s your number one? Star Wars? KEN Ah, I don’t go for that, (makes Star Wars noises), kind of stuff. ANGLE ON: Barry. BARRY No wonder we’re not supposed to talk to them. They’re out of their minds. KEN When I walk out of a job interview they’re flabbergasted. They can’t believe the things I say. Barry looks around and sees the LIGHT BULB FIXTURE in the middle of the ceiling. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 31. BARRY (re: light bulb) Oh, there’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. Barry takes off and heads straight for the light bulb. His POV: The seventy-five watt label grows as he gets closer. BARRY (CONT’D) I don’t remember the sun having a big seventy five on it. Barry HITS the bulb and is KNOCKED SILLY. He falls into a BOWL OF GUACAMOLE. Andy dips his chip in the guacamole, taking Barry with it. ANGLE ON: Ken and Andy. KEN I’ll tell you what. You know what? I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Barry’s POV: Giant human mouth opening. KEN (CONT’D) Wait! Stop! Beeeeeee! ANNA Kill it! Kill it! They all JUMP up from their chairs. Andy looks around for something to use. Ken comes in for the kill with a big TIMBERLAND BOOT on each hand. KEN Stand back. These are winter boots. Vanessa ENTERS, and stops Ken from squashing Barry. VANESSA (grabs Ken’s arm) Wait. Don’t kill him. CLOSE UP: on Barry’s puzzled face. KEN You know I’m allergic to them. This thing could kill me. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 32. VANESSA Why does his life have any less value than yours? She takes a GLASS TUMBLER and places it over Barry. 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. Barry looks up through the glass and watches this conversation, astounded. Vanessa RIPS Ken’s resume in half and SLIDES it under the glass. KEN (wistful) My brochure. There’s a moment of eye contact as she carries Barry to the window. She opens it and sets him free. VANESSA There you go, little guy. KEN (O.C) I’m not scared of them. But, you know, it’s an allergic thing. ANDY (O.C) * Hey, why don’t you put that on your * resume-brochure? * KEN (O.C) It’s not funny, my whole face could puff up. ANDY (O.C) Make it one of your “Special Skills.” KEN (O.C) You know, knocking someone out is also a special skill. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 33. EXT. WINDOWSILL - CONTINUOUS Barry stares over the window frame. He can’t believe what’s just happened. It is still RAINING. DISSOLVE TO: SEQ. 1200 - “BARRY SPEAKS” EXT. WINDOWSILL - LATER Barry is still staring through the window. Inside, everyone’s saying their good-byes. KEN Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? VANESSA Uh, yeah sure Ken. You know, whatever. KEN You can put carob chips on there. VANESSA Good night. KEN (as he exits) Supposed to be less calories, or something. VANESSA Bye. She shuts the door. Vanessa starts cleaning up. BARRY I’ve got to say something. She saved my life. I’ve got to say something. Alright, here it goes. Barry flies in. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 34. INT. VANESSA’S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS Barry hides himself on different PRODUCTS placed along the kitchen shelves. He hides on a Bumblebee Tuna can, and a “Greetings From Coney Island” MUSCLE-MAN POSTCARD on the fridge. BARRY (on fridge) What would I say? (landing on a bottle) I could really get in trouble. He stands looking at Vanessa. BARRY (CONT'D) It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it! Come on! No, yes, no, do it! I can’t. How should I start it? You like jazz? No, that’s no good. Here she comes. Speak, you fool. As Vanessa walks by, Barry takes a DEEP BREATH. BARRY (CONT’D) (cheerful) Umm...hi. Vanessa DROPS A STACK OF DISHES, and HOPS BACK. BARRY (CONT’D) I’m sorry. VANESSA You’re talking. BARRY Yes, I know, I know. VANESSA You’re talking. BARRY I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. VANESSA It’s okay. It’s fine. It’s just, I know I’m dreaming, but I don’t recall going to bed. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 35. BARRY Well, you know I’m sure this is very disconcerting. VANESSA Well yeah. I mean this is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean...you’re a bee. BARRY Yeah, I am a bee, and you know I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me and if it wasn’t for you...I mean, I had to thank you. It’s just the way I was raised. Vanessa intentionally JABS her hand with a FORK. VANESSA Ow! BARRY That was a little weird. VANESSA (to herself) I’m talking to a bee. BARRY Yeah. VANESSA I’m talking to a bee. BARRY Anyway... VANESSA And a bee is talking to me... BARRY I just want you to know that I’m grateful, and I’m going to leave now. VANESSA Wait, wait, wait, wait, how did you learn to do that? BARRY What? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 36. VANESSA The talking thing. BARRY Same way you did, I guess. Mama, Dada, honey, you pick it up. VANESSA That’s very funny. BARRY Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry. With what we have to deal with. Vanessa LAUGHS. BARRY (CONT’D) Anyway. VANESSA Can I, uh, get you something? BARRY Like what? VANESSA I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know. Coffee? BARRY Well, uh, I don’t want to put you out. VANESSA It’s no trouble. BARRY Unless you’re making anyway. VANESSA Oh, it takes two minutes. BARRY Really? VANESSA It’s just coffee. BARRY I hate to impose. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 37. VANESSA Don’t be ridiculous. BARRY Actually, I would love a cup. VANESSA Hey, you want a little rum cake? BARRY I really shouldn’t. VANESSA Have a little rum cake. BARRY No, no, no, I can’t. VANESSA Oh, come on. BARRY You know, I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms here. VANESSA Where? BARRY Well... These stripes don’t help. VANESSA You look great. BARRY I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Vanessa starts POURING the coffee through an imaginary cup and directly onto the floor. BARRY (CONT'D) Are you alright? VANESSA No. DISSOLVE TO: SEQ. 1300 - “ROOFTOP COFFEE” "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 38. EXT. VANESSA’S ROOF - LATER Barry and Vanessa are drinking coffee on her roof terrace. He is perched on her keychain. BARRY ...He can’t get a taxi. He’s making the tie in the cab, as they’re flying up Madison. So he finally gets there. VANESSA Uh huh? BARRY He runs up the steps into the church, the wedding is on... VANESSA Yeah? BARRY ...and he says, watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. VANESSA Uh huh? BARRY Why would I marry a watermelon? Barry laughs. Vanessa doesn’t. VANESSA Oh! Is that, uh, a bee joke? BARRY Yeah, that’s the kind of stuff that we do. VANESSA Yeah, different. A BEAT. VANESSA (CONT’D) So anyway...what are you going to do, Barry? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 39. BARRY About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. VANESSA I know how you feel. BARRY You do? VANESSA Sure, my parents wanted me to be a lawyer or doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. BARRY Really? VANESSA My only interest is flowers. BARRY Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. VANESSA Oh. BARRY Anyway, see there’s my hive, right there. You can see it. VANESSA Oh, you’re in Sheep Meadow. BARRY (excited) Yes! You know the turtle pond? VANESSA Yes? BARRY I’m right off of that. VANESSA Oh, no way. I know that area. Do you know I lost a toe-ring there once? BARRY Really? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 40. VANESSA Yes. BARRY Why do girls put rings on their toes? VANESSA Why not? BARRY I don’t know. It’s like putting a hat on your knee. VANESSA Really? Okay. A JANITOR in the background changes a LIGHTBULB. To him, it appears that Vanessa is talking to an imaginary friend. JANITOR You all right, ma’am? VANESSA Oh, yeah, fine. Just having two cups of coffee. BARRY Anyway, this has been great. (wiping his mouth) Thanks for the coffee. Barry gazes at Vanessa. VANESSA Oh yeah, it’s no trouble. BARRY Sorry I couldn’t finish it. Vanessa giggles. BARRY (CONT'D) (re: coffee) If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Ummm. Can I take a piece of this with me? VANESSA Sure. Here, have a crumb. She takes a CRUMB from the plate and hands it to Barry. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 41. BARRY (a little dreamy) Oh, thanks. VANESSA Yeah. There is an awkward pause. BARRY Alright, well then, I guess I’ll see you around, or not, or... VANESSA Okay Barry. BARRY And thank you so much again, for before. VANESSA Oh that? BARRY Yeah. VANESSA Oh, that was nothing. BARRY Well, not nothing, but, anyway... Vanessa extends her hand, and shakes Barry’s gingerly. The Janitor watches. The lightbulb shorts out. The Janitor FALLS. CUT TO: SEQ. 1400 - “HONEX” INT. HONEX BUILDING - NEXT DAY ANGLE ON: A TEST BEE WEARING A PARACHUTE is in a wind tunnel, hovering through increasingly heavy wind. SIGNS UNDER A FLASHING LIGHT READ: “Test In Progress” & “Hurricane Survival Test”. 2 BEES IN A LAB COATS are observing behind glass. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 42. LAB COAT BEE 1 This can’t possibly work. LAB COAT BEE 2 Well, he’s all set to go, we may as well try it. (into the mic) Okay Dave, pull the chute. The test bee opens his parachute. He’s instantly blown against the rear wall. Adam and Barry ENTER. ADAM Sounds amazing. BARRY Oh, it was amazing. It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. ADAM Humans! Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant scary humans! What were they like? BARRY Huge and crazy. They talk crazy, they eat crazy giant things. They drive around real crazy. ADAM And do they try and kill you like on TV? BARRY Some of them. But some of them don’t. ADAM How’d you get back? BARRY Poodle. ADAM Look, you did it. And I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see out there, you had your “experience”, and now you’re back, you can pick out your job, and everything can be normal. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 43. ANGLE ON: LAB BEES examining a CANDY CORN through a microscope. BARRY Well... ADAM Well? BARRY Well, I met someone. ADAM You met someone? Was she Bee-ish? BARRY Mmm. ADAM Not a WASP? Your parents will kill you. BARRY No, no, no, not a wasp. ADAM Spider? BARRY You know, I’m not attracted to the spiders. I know to everyone else it’s like the hottest thing with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. Barry makes a spider face. ADAM So, who is she? BARRY She’s a human. ADAM Oh no, no, no, no. That didn’t happen. You didn’t do that. That is a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. BARRY Her name’s Vanessa. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 44. ADAM Oh, oh boy! BARRY She’s so-o nice. And she’s a florist! ADAM Oh, no. No, no, no! You’re dating a human florist? BARRY We’re not dating. ADAM You’re flying outside the hive. You’re talking to human beings that attack our homes with power washers and M-80’s. That’s 1/8 of a stick of dynamite. BARRY She saved my life. And she understands me. ADAM This is over. Barry pulls out the crumb. BARRY Eat this. Barry stuffs the crumb into Adam’s face. ADAM This is not over. What was that? BARRY They call it a crumb. ADAM That was SO STINGING STRIPEY! BARRY And that’s not even what they eat. That just falls off what they eat. Do you know what a Cinnabon is? ADAM No. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 45. BARRY It’s bread... ADAM Come in here! BARRY and cinnamon, ADAM Be quiet! BARRY and frosting...they heat it up-- ADAM Sit down! INT. ADAM’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS BARRY Really hot! ADAM Listen to me! We are not them. We’re us. There’s us and there’s them. BARRY Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning... Barry rolls his chair down the corridor. ADAM There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. ANOTHER BEE JOINS IN. ANOTHER BEE Thinking bee. WIDER SHOT AS A 3RD BEE ENTERS, popping up over the cubicle wall. 3RD BEE Thinking bee. EVEN WIDER SHOT AS ALL THE BEES JOIN IN. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 46. OTHER BEES Thinking bee. Thinking bee. Thinking bee. CUT TO: SEQ. 1500 - “POOLSIDE NAGGING” EXT. BACKYARD PARENT’S HOUSE - DAY Barry sits on a RAFT in a hexagon honey pool, legs dangling into the water. Janet Benson and Martin Benson stand over him wearing big, sixties sunglasses and cabana-type outfits. The sun shines brightly behind their heads. JANET BENSON (O.C) There he is. He’s in the pool. MARTIN BENSON You know what your problem is, Barry? BARRY I’ve got to start thinking bee? MARTIN BENSON Barry, how much longer is this going to go on? It’s been three days. I don’t understand why you’re not working. BARRY Well, I’ve got a lot of big life decisions I’m thinking about. MARTIN BENSON What life? You have no life! You have no job! You’re barely a bee! Barry throws his hands in the air. BARRY Augh. JANET BENSON Would it kill you to just make a little honey? Barry ROLLS off the raft and SINKS to the bottom of the pool. We hear his parents’ MUFFLED VOICES from above the surface. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 47. JANET BENSON (CONT'D) (muffled) Barry, come out from under there. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? MARTIN BENSON Barry, I’m talking to you. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. PICNIC AREA - DAY MUSIC: “Sugar Sugar” by the Archies. Barry and Vanessa are having a picnic. A MOSQUITO lands on Vanessa’s leg. She SWATS it violently. Barry’s head whips around, aghast. They stare at each other awkwardly in a frozen moment, then BURST INTO HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER. Vanessa GETS UP. VANESSA You coming? BARRY Got everything? VANESSA All set. Vanessa gets into a one-man Ultra Light plane with a black and yellow paint scheme. She puts on her helmet. BARRY You go ahead, I’ll catch up. VANESSA (come hither wink) Don’t be too long. The Ultra Light takes off. Barry catches up. They fly sideby-side. VANESSA (CONT’D) Watch this! Vanessa does a loop, and FLIES right into the side of a mountain, BURSTING into a huge ball of flames. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 48. BARRY (yelling, anguished) Vanessa! EXT. BARRY’S PARENT’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS ANGLE ON: Barry’s face bursting through the surface of the pool, GASPING for air, eyes opening in horror. MARTIN BENSON We’re still here, Barry. JANET BENSON I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond when you yell at him. MARTIN BENSON Then why are you yelling at me? JANET BENSON Because you don’t listen. MARTIN BENSON I’m not listening to this. Barry is toweling off, putting on his sweater. BARRY Sorry Mom, I’ve got to go. JANET BENSON Where are you going? BARRY Nowhere. I’m meeting a friend. Barry JUMPS off the balcony and EXITS. JANET BENSON (calling after him) A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? BARRY Bye! JANET BENSON I just hope she’s Bee-ish. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 49. SEQ. 1700 - “STREETWALK/SUPERMARKET” EXT. VANESSA’S FLORIST SHOP - DAY Vanessa FLIPS the sign to say “Sorry We Missed You”, and locks the door. ANGLE ON: A POSTER on Vanessa’s door for the Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena. BARRY So they have a huge parade of just flowers every year in Pasadena? VANESSA Oh, to be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream. Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. BARRY Wow, a tournament. Do the roses actually compete in athletic events? VANESSA No. Alright, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? BARRY It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? VANESSA Hmmm. BARRY Isn’t that faster? VANESSA Yeah, okay. I see, I see. Alright, your turn. Barry and Vanessa walk/fly down a New York side street, no other pedestrians near them. BARRY Ah! Tivo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 50. VANESSA What, you don’t have anything like that? BARRY We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. VANESSA Oh my. They turn the corner onto a busier avenue and people start to swat at Barry. MAN Dumb bees! VANESSA You must just want to sting all those jerks. BARRY We really try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. VANESSA So you really have to watch your temper? They ENTER a SUPERMARKET. CUT TO: INT. SUPERMARKET BARRY Oh yeah, very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. You work through it like any emotion-- anger, jealousy, (under his breath) lust. Barry hops on top of some cardboard boxes in the middle of an aisle. A stock boy, HECTOR, whacks him with a rolled up magazine. VANESSA (to Barry) Oh my goodness. Are you okay? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 51. BARRY Yeah. Whew! Vanessa WHACKS Hector over the head with the magazine. VANESSA (to Hector) What is wrong with you?! HECTOR It’s a bug. VANESSA Well he’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep. Vanessa pushes him, and Hector EXITS, muttering. BARRY (shaking it off) What was that, a Pick and Save circular? VANESSA Yeah, it was. How did you know? BARRY It felt like about ten pages. Seventy-five’s pretty much our limit. VANESSA Boy, you’ve really got that down to a science. BARRY Oh, we have to. I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. VANESSA I’ll bet. Barry stops, sees the wall of honey jars. BARRY What, in the name of Mighty Hercules, is this? How did this get here? Cute Bee? Golden Blossom? Ray Liotta Private Select? VANESSA Is he that actor? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 52. BARRY I never heard of him. Why is this here? VANESSA For people. We eat it. BARRY Why? (gesturing around the market) You don’t have enough food of your own? VANESSA Well yes, we-- BARRY How do you even get it? VANESSA Well, bees make it... BARRY I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s Heating and Cooling, and Stirring...you need a whole Krelman thing. VANESSA It’s organic. BARRY It’s our-ganic! VANESSA It’s just honey, Barry. BARRY Just...what?! Bees don’t know about this. This is stealing. A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, our schools, our hospitals. This is all we have. And it’s on sale? I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to get to the bottom of all of this! He RIPS the label off the Ray Liotta Private Select. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 53. SEQ. 1800 - “WINDSHIELD” EXT. BACK OF SUPERMARKET LOADING DOCK - LATER THAT DAY Barry disguises himself by blacking out his yellow lines with a MAGIC MARKER and putting on some war paint. He sees Hector, the stock boy, with a knife CUTTING open cardboard boxes filled with honey jars. MAN You almost done? HECTOR Almost. Barry steps in some honey, making a SNAPPING noise. Hector stops and turns. HECTOR (CONT’D) He is here. I sense it. Hector grabs his BOX CUTTER. Barry REACTS, hides himself behind the box again. HECTOR (CONT’D) (talking too loud, to no one in particular) Well, I guess I’ll go home now, and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. A BEAT. Hector pretends to exit. He takes a couple of steps in place. ANGLE ON: The honey jar. Barry steps out into a moody spotlight. BARRY You’re busted, box boy! HECTOR Ah ha! I knew I heard something. So, you can talk. Barry flies up, stinger out, pushing Hector up against the wall. As Hector backs up, he drops his knife. BARRY Oh, I can talk. And now you’re going to start talking. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 54. Where are you getting all the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier?! HECTOR I don’t know what you’re talking about. I thought we were all friends. The last thing we want to do is upset any of you...bees! Hector grabs a PUSHPIN. Barry fences with his stinger. HECTOR (CONT’D) You’re too late. It’s ours now! BARRY You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword. HECTOR You, sir, are about to be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Barry and Hector get into a cross-swords, nose-to-nose confrontation. BARRY Where is the honey coming from? Barry knocks the pushpin out of his hand. Barry puts his stinger up to Hector’s nose. BARRY (CONT'D) Tell me where?! HECTOR (pointing to a truck) Honey Farms. It comes from Honey Farms. ANGLE ON: A Honey Farms truck leaving the parking lot. Barry turns, takes off after the truck through an alley. He follows the truck out onto a busy street, dodging a bus, and several cabs. CABBIE Crazy person! He flies through a metal pipe on the top of a truck. BARRY OOOHHH! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 55. BARRY (CONT'D) Barry grabs onto a bicycle messenger’s backpack. The honey farms truck starts to pull away. Barry uses the bungee cord to slingshot himself towards the truck. He lands on the windshield, where the wind plasters him to the glass. He looks up to find himself surrounded by what appear to be DEAD BUGS. He climbs across, working his way around the bodies. BARRY (CONT’D) Oh my. What horrible thing has happened here? Look at these faces. They never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere. A MOSQUITO opens his eyes. MOOSEBLOOD Pssst! Just keep still. BARRY What? You’re not dead? MOOSEBLOOD Do I look dead? Hey man, they will wipe anything that moves. Now, where are you headed? BARRY To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. MOOSEBLOOD I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood. Crazy stuff. Blows your head off. LADYBUG I’m going to Tacoma. BARRY (to fly) What about you? MOOSEBLOOD He really is dead. BARRY Alright. The WIPER comes towards them. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 56. MOOSEBLOOD Uh oh. BARRY What is that? MOOSEBLOOD Oh no! It’s a wiper, triple blade! BARRY Triple blade? MOOSEBLOOD Jump on. It’s your only chance, bee. They hang on as the wiper goes back and forth. MOOSEBLOOD (CONT'D) (yelling to the truck driver through the glass) Why does everything have to be so dog-gone clean?! How much do you people need to see? Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! CUT TO: INT. TRUCK CAB SFX: Radio. RADIO VOICE For NPR News in Washington, I’m Carl Kasell. EXT. TRUCK WINDSHIELD MOOSEBLOOD But don’t kill no more bugs! The Mosquito is FLUNG off of the wiper. MOOSEBLOOD (CONT'D) Beeeeeeeeeeeeee! BARRY Moose blood guy! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 57. Barry slides toward the end of the wiper, is thrown off, but he grabs the AERIAL and hangs on for dear life. Barry looks across and sees a CRICKET on another vehicle in the exact same predicament. They look at each other and SCREAM in unison. BARRY AND CRICKET Aaaaaaaaaah! ANOTHER BUG grabs onto the aerial, and screams as well. INT. TRUCK CAB - SAME TIME DRIVER You hear something? TRUCKER PASSENGER Like what? DRIVER Like tiny screaming. TRUCKER PASSENGER Turn off the radio. The driver reaches down and PRESSES a button, lowering the aerial. EXT. TRUCK WINDSHIELD - SAME TIME Barry and the other bug do a “choose up” to the bottom, Barry wins. BARRY Aha! Then he finally has to let go and gets thrown into the truck horn atop cab. Mooseblood is inside. MOOSEBLOOD Hey, what’s up bee boy? BARRY Hey, Blood! DISSOLVE TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 58. INT. TRUCK HORN - LATER BARRY ...and it was just an endless row of honey jars as far as the eye could see. MOOSEBLOOD Wow. BARRY So I’m just assuming wherever this honey truck goes, that’s where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours! MOOSEBLOOD Bees hang tight. BARRY Well, we’re all jammed in there. It’s a close community. MOOSEBLOOD Not us, man. We’re on our own. Every mosquito is on his own. BARRY But what if you get in trouble? MOOSEBLOOD Trouble? You're a mosquito. You're in trouble! Nobody likes us. They’re just all smacking. People see a mosquito, smack, smack! BARRY At least you’re out in the world. You must meet a lot of girls. MOOSEBLOOD Mosquito girls try to trade up; get with a moth, dragonfly...mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. A BLOOD MOBILE pulls up alongside. MOOSEBLOOD (CONT'D) Whoa, you have got to be kidding me. Mooseblood’s about to leave the building. So long bee. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 59. Mooseblood EXITS the horn, and jumps onto the blood mobile. MOOSEBLOOD (CONT'D) Hey guys. I knew I’d catch you all down here. Did you bring your crazy straws? CUT TO: SEQ. 1900 - “THE APIARY” EXT. APIARY - LATER Barry sees a SIGN, “Honey Farms” The truck comes to a stop. SFX: The Honey farms truck blares its horn. Barry flies out, lands on the hood. ANGLE ON: Two BEEKEEPERS, FREDDY and ELMO, walking around to the back of the gift shop. Barry follows them, and lands in a nearby tree FREDDY ...then we throw it in some jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. BARRY What is this place? ELMO Bees got a brain the size of a pinhead. FREDDY They are pinheads. The both LAUGH. ANGLE ON: Barry REACTING. They arrive at the back of the shop where one of them opens a SMOKER BOX. FREDDY (CONT’D) Hey, check out the new smoker. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 60. ELMO Oh, Sweet. That’s the one you want. FREDDY The Thomas 3000. BARRY Smoker? FREDDY 90 puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. They LAUGH again, nefariously. FREDDY (CONT’D) Couple of breaths of this, and it knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. BARRY “They make the honey, and we make the money?” Barry climbs onto the netting of Freddy’s hat. He climbs up to the brim and looks over the edge. He sees the apiary boxes as Freddy SMOKES them. BARRY (CONT'D) Oh my. As Freddy turns around, Barry jumps into an open apiary box, and into an apartment. HOWARD and FRAN are just coming to from the smoking. BARRY (CONT’D) What’s going on? Are you okay? HOWARD Yeah, it doesn’t last too long. HE COUGHS a few times. BARRY How did you two get here? Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? HOWARD (pointing to a picture on the wall) "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 61. Our queen was moved here, we had no choice. BARRY (looking at a picture on the wall) This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes. That’s a dragqueen! The other wall opens. Barry sees the hundreds of apiary boxes. BARRY (CONT'D) What is this? Barry pulls out his camera, and starts snapping. BARRY (CONT’D) Oh no. There’s hundreds of them. (V.O, as Barry takes pictures) Bee honey, our honey, is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale. CUT TO: SEQ. 2100 - “BARRY TELLS FAMILY” INT. BARRY’S PARENT’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - LATER Barry has assembled his parents, Adam, and Uncle Carl. BARRY This is worse than anything the bears have done to us. And I intend to do something about it. JANET BENSON Oh Barry, stop. MARTIN BENSON Who told you that humans are taking our honey? That’s just a rumor. BARRY Do these look like rumors? Barry throws the PICTURES on the table. Uncle Carl, cleaning his glasses with his shirt tail, digs through a bowl of nuts with his finger. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 62. HOWARD (CONT'D) UNCLE CARL That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. JANET BENSON Barry, how did you get mixed up in all this? ADAM (jumping up) Because he’s been talking to humans! JANET BENSON Whaaat? MARTIN BENSON Talking to humans?! Oh Barry. ADAM He has a human girlfriend and they make out! JANET BENSON Make out? Barry? BARRY We do not. ADAM You wish you could. BARRY Who’s side are you on? ADAM The bees! Uncle Carl stands up and pulls his pants up to his chest. UNCLE CARL I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Man, those crazy legs kept me up all night. Hotcheewah! JANET BENSON Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? BARRY This is what I want to do for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 63. Dad, I remember you coming home some nights so overworked, your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop them. MARTIN BENSON Ehhh... JANET BENSON (to Martin) I remember that. BARRY What right do they have to our hardearned honey? We’re living on two cups a year. They’re putting it in lip balm for no reason what-soever. MARTIN BENSON Even if it’s true, Barry, what could one bee do? BARRY I’m going to sting them where it really hurts. MARTIN BENSON In the face? BARRY No. MARTIN BENSON In the eye? That would really hurt. BARRY No. MARTIN BENSON Up the nose? That’s a killer. BARRY No. There’s only one place you can sting the humans. One place where it really matters. CUT TO: SEQ. 2300 - “HIVE AT 5 NEWS/BEE LARRY KING” "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 64. BARRY (CONT'D) INT. NEWS STUDIO - DAY DRAMATIC NEWS MUSIC plays as the opening news sequence rolls. We see the “Hive at Five” logo, followed by shots of past news events: A BEE freeway chase, a BEE BEARD protest rally, and a BEAR pawing at the hive as the BEES flee in panic. BOB BUMBLE (V.O.) Hive at Five, the hive’s only full hour action news source... SHOTS of NEWSCASTERS flash up on screen. BOB BUMBLE (V.O.) (CONT'D) With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk... BOB has a big shock of anchorman hair, gray temples and overly white teeth. BOB BUMBLE (V.O.) (CONT'D) ...weather with Storm Stinger, sports with Buzz Larvi, and Jeanette Chung. JEANETTE is an Asian bee. BOB BUMBLE (CONT'D) Good evening, I’m Bob Bumble. JEANETTE CHUNG And I’m Jeanette Chung. BOB BUMBLE Our top story, a tri-county bee, Barry Benson... INSERT: Barry’s graduation picture. BOB BUMBLE (CONT'D) ...is saying he intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it, and profiting from it illegally. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 65. INT. BEENN STUDIO - BEE LARRY KING LIVE BEE LARRY KING, wearing suspenders and glasses, is interviewing Barry. A LOWER-THIRD CHYRON reads: “Bee Larry King Live.” BEE LARRY KING Don’t forget, tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we are going to have three former Queens all right here in our studio discussing their new book, “Classy Ladies,” out this week on Hexagon. (to Barry) Tonight, we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, I’m just a kid from the hive, I can’t do this? BARRY Larry, bees have never been afraid to change the world. I mean, what about Bee-Columbus? Bee-Ghandi? Be-geesus? BEE LARRY KING Well, where I’m from you wouldn’t think of suing humans. We were thinking more like stick ball, candy stores. BARRY How old are you? BEE LARRY KING I want you to know that the entire bee community is supporting you in this case, which is certain to be the trial of the bee century. BARRY Thank you, Larry. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world, too. BEE LARRY KING It’s a common name. Next week on Bee Larry King... "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 66. BARRY No, I mean he looks like you. And he has a show with suspenders and different colored dots behind him. BEE LARRY KING Next week on Bee Larry King... BARRY Old guy glasses, and there’s quotes along the bottom from the guest you’re watching even though you just heard them... BEE LARRY KING Bear week next week! They’re scary, they’re hairy, and they’re here live. Bee Larry King EXITS. BARRY Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes... (lights go out) Very Jewish. CUT TO: SEQ. 2400 - “FLOWER SHOP” INT. VANESSA’S FLOWER SHOP - NIGHT Stacks of law books are piled up, legal forms, etc. Vanessa is talking with Ken in the other room. KEN Look, in tennis, you attack at the point of weakness. VANESSA But it was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. KEN Honey, her backhand’s a joke. I’m not going to take advantage of that? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 67. BARRY (O.C) Quiet please. Actual work going on here. KEN Is that that same bee? BARRY (O.C) Yes it is. VANESSA I’m helping him sue the human race. KEN What? Barry ENTERS. BARRY Oh, hello. KEN Hello Bee. Barry flies over to Vanessa. VANESSA This is Ken. BARRY Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size 10 1/2, Vibram sole I believe. KEN Why does he talk again, Hun? VANESSA (to Ken, sensing the tension) Listen, you’d better go because we’re really busy working. KEN But it’s our yogurt night. VANESSA (pushing him out the door) Oh...bye bye. She CLOSES the door. KEN Why is yogurt night so difficult?! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 68. Vanessa ENTERS the back room carrying coffee. VANESSA Oh you poor thing, you two have been at this for hours. BARRY Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. ANGLE ON: A EMPTY CINNABON BOX with Adam asleep inside, covered in frosting. VANESSA How many sugars? BARRY Just one. I try not to use the competition. So, why are you helping me, anyway? VANESSA Bees have good qualities. BARRY (rowing on the sugar cube like a gondola) Si, Certo. VANESSA And it feels good to take my mind off the shop. I don’t know why, instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. BARRY Yeah, those are great...if you’re 3. VANESSA And artificial flowers. BARRY (re: plastic flowers) Oh, they just get me psychotic! VANESSA Yeah, me too. BARRY The bent stingers, the pointless pollination. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 69. VANESSA Bees must hate those fake plastic things. BARRY There’s nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. VANESSA (holding up the lawsuit documents) Well, maybe this can make up for it a little bit. CUT TO: EXT. VANESSA’S FLORIST SHOP They EXIT the store, and cross to the mailbox. VANESSA You know Barry, this lawsuit is a pretty big deal. BARRY I guess. VANESSA Are you sure that you want to go through with it? BARRY Am I sure? (kicking the envelope into the mailbox) When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty. CUT TO: SEQ. 2700 - “MEET MONTGOMERY” EXT. MANHATTAN COURTHOUSE - DAY P.O.V SHOT - A camera feed turns on, revealing a newsperson. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 70. PRESS PERSON #2 (talking to camera) Sarah, it’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan where all eyes and ears of the world are anxiously waiting, because for the first time in history, we’re going to hear for ourselves if a honey bee can actually speak. ANGLE ON: Barry, Vanessa, and Adam getting out of the cab. The press spots Barry and Vanessa and pushes in. Adam sits on Vanessa’s shoulder. INT. COURTHOUSE - CONTINUOUS Barry, Vanessa, and Adam sit at the Plaintiff’s Table. VANESSA (turns to Barry) What have we gotten into here, Barry? BARRY I don’t know, but it’s pretty big, isn’t it? ADAM I can’t believe how many humans don’t have to be at work during the day. BARRY Hey, you think these billion dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? CUT TO: EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS - CONTINUOUS A BIG BLACK CAR pulls up. ANGLE ON: the grill filling the frame. We see the “L.T.M” monogram on the hood ornament. The defense lawyer, LAYTON T. MONTGOMERY comes out, squashing a bug on the pavement. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 71. INT. COURTHOUSE - CONTINUOUS Barry SHUDDERS. VANESSA What’s the matter? BARRY I don’t know. I just got a chill. Montgomery ENTERS. He walks by Barry’s table shaking a honey packet. MONTGOMERY Well, if it isn’t the B-Team. (re: the honey packet) Any of you boys work on this? He CHUCKLES. The JUDGE ENTERS. SEQ. 3000 - “WITNESSES” BAILIFF All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. JUDGE (shuffling papers) Alright...Case number 4475, Superior Court of New York. Barry Bee Benson vs. the honey industry, is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you are representing the five major food companies, collectively. ANGLE ON: Montgomery’s BRIEFCASE. It has an embossed emblem of an EAGLE, holding a gavel in one talon and a briefcase in the other. MONTGOMERY A privilege. JUDGE Mr. Benson. Barry STANDS. JUDGE (CONT’D) You are representing all bees of the world? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 72. Montgomery, the stenographer, and the jury lean in. CUT TO: EXT. COURTHOUSE - CONTINUOUS The spectators outside freeze. The helicopters angle forward to listen closely. CUT TO: INT. COURTHOUSE BARRY Bzzz bzzz bzzz...Ahh, I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Yes, your honor. We are ready to proceed. ANGLE ON: Courtroom hub-bub. JUDGE And Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Montgomery rises. MONTGOMERY (grumbles, clears his throat) Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. My grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we were to live in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what it would mean. Maybe I would have to negotiate with the silk worm for the elastic in my britches. Talking bee. How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion picture capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams, robotics, ventriloquism, cloning...for all we know he could be on steroids! Montgomery leers at Barry, who moves to the stand. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 73. JUDGE Mr. Benson? Barry makes his opening statement. BARRY Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. And as a bee, honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it, we make it, and we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take whatever they want from us cause we’re the little guys. And what I’m hoping is that after this is all over, you’ll see how by taking our honey, you’re not only taking away everything we have, but everything we are. ANGLE ON: Vanessa smiling. ANGLE ON: The BEE GALLERY wiping tears away. CUT TO: INT. BENSON HOUSE Barry’s family is watching the case on TV. JANET BENSON Oh, I wish he would dress like that all the time. So nice... CUT TO: INT. COURTROOM - LATER JUDGE Call your first witness. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 74. INT. COURTHOUSE - LATER BARRY So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms. Pretty big company you have there? MR. VANDERHAYDEN I suppose so. BARRY And I see you also own HoneyBurton, and Hon-Ron. MR. VANDERHAYDEN Yes. They provide beekeepers for our farms. BARRY Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term, I have to say. I don’t imagine you employ any bee free-ers, do you? MR. VANDERHAYDEN No. BARRY I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you. MR. VANDERHAYDEN (louder) No. BARRY No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. And not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey? MR. VANDERHAYDEN Well, they’re very lovable creatures. Yogi-bear, Fozzy-bear, Build-a-bear. BARRY Yeah, you mean like this?! Vanessa and the SUPERINTENDANT from her building ENTER with a GIANT FEROCIOUS GRIZZLY BEAR. He has a neck collar and chains extending from either side. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 75. By pulling the chains, they bring him directly in front of Vanderhayden. The bear LUNGES and ROARS. BARRY (CONT'D) Bears kill bees! How would you like his big hairy head crashing into your living room? Biting into your couch, spitting out your throwpillows...rowr, rowr! The bear REACTS. BEAR Rowr!! BARRY Okay, that’s enough. Take him away. Vanessa and the Superintendant pull the bear out of the courtroom. Vanderhayden TREMBLES. The judge GLARES at him. CUT TO: INT. COURTROOM- A LITTLE LATER Barry questions STING. BARRY So, Mr. Sting. Thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me, I have to say. Where have I heard it before? STING I was with a band called "The Police". BARRY But you've never been a police officer of any kind, have you? STING No, I haven't. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 76. BARRY No, you haven’t. And so, here we have yet another example of bee culture being casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. STING Oh please. BARRY Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say, (looking in folder) Mr. Gordon M. Sumner? The jury GASPS. MONTGOMERY (to his aides) That’s not his real name? You idiots! CUT TO: INT. COURTHOUSE- LATER BARRY Mr. Liotta, first may I offer my belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on E.R. in 2005. LIOTTA Thank you. Thank you. Liotta LAUGHS MANIACALLY. BARRY I also see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome, but with a churning inner turmoil that’s always ready to blow. LIOTTA I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 77. BARRY Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you, Mr. Liotta? Exploiting tiny helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part, and learn your lines, Sir? LIOTTA Watch it Benson, I could blow right now. BARRY This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! LIOTTA (exploding, trying to smash Barry with the Emmy) Why doesn’t someone just step on this little creep and we can all go home? You’re all thinking it. Say it! JUDGE Order! Order in this courtroom! A MONTAGE OF NEWSPAPER HEADLINES FOLLOWS: NEW YORK POST: “Bees to Humans: Buzz Off”. NEW YORK TELEGRAM: “Sue Bee”. DAILY VARIETY: “Studio Dumps Liotta Project. Slams Door on Unlawful Entry 2.” CUT TO: SEQ. 3175 - “CANDLELIGHT DINNER” INT. VANESSA’S APARTMENT Barry and Vanessa are having a candle light dinner. Visible behind Barry is a “LITTLE MISSY” SET BOX, with the flaps open. BARRY Well, I just think that was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 78. VANESSA I’m telling you, I think the jury’s on our side. BARRY Are we doing everything right...you know, legally? VANESSA I’m a florist. BARRY Right, right. Barry raises his glass. BARRY (CONT’D) Well, here’s to a great team. VANESSA To a great team. They toast. Ken ENTERS KEN Well hello. VANESSA Oh...Ken. BARRY Hello. VANESSA I didn’t think you were coming. KEN No, I was just late. I tried to call. But, (holding his cell phone) the battery... VANESSA I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily he was free. BARRY Yeah. KEN (gritting his teeth) Oh, that was lucky. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 79. VANESSA Well, there’s still a little left. I could heat it up. KEN Yeah, heat it up. Sure, whatever. Vanessa EXITS. Ken and Barry look at each other as Barry eats. BARRY So, I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. I find the ball a little grabby. KEN That’s where I usually sit. Right there. VANESSA (O.C) Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that “eating with chopsticks” isn’t really a special skill. KEN (to Barry) You think I don’t see what you’re doing? BARRY Hey look, I know how hard it is trying to find the right job. We certainly have that in common. KEN Do we? BARRY Well, bees have 100% employment, of course. But we do jobs like taking the crud out. KEN That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken holds his table knife up. It slips out of his hand. He goes under the table to pick it up. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 80. VANESSA Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was alright. Ken hits his head on the table. BARRY I’m going to go drain the old stinger. KEN Yeah, you do that. Barry EXITS to the bathroom, grabbing a small piece of a VARIETY MAGAZINE on the way. BARRY Oh, look at that. Ken slams the champagne down on the table. Ken closes his eyes and buries his face in his hands. He grabs a magazine on the way into the bathroom. SEQ. 2800 - “BARRY FIGHTS KEN” INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS Ken ENTERS, closes the door behind him. He’s not happy. Barry is washing his hands. He glances back at Ken. KEN You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. BARRY What’s that? KEN Italian Vogue. BARRY Mamma Mia, that’s a lot of pages. KEN It’s a lot of ads. BARRY Remember what Van said. Why is your life any more valuable than mine? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 81. KEN It’s funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! Ken WHACKS at Barry with the magazine. He misses and KNOCKS EVERYTHING OFF THE VANITY. Ken grabs a can of AIR FRESHENER. KEN (CONT'D) I think something stinks in here. He sprays at Barry. BARRY I love the smell of flowers. KEN Yeah? How do you like the smell of flames? Ken lights the stream. BARRY Not as much. Barry flies in a circle. Ken, trying to stay with him, spins in place. ANGLE ON: Flames outside the bathroom door. Ken slips on the Italian Vogue, falls backward into the shower, pulling down the shower curtain. The can hits him in the head, followed by the shower curtain rod, and the rubber duck. Ken reaches back, grabs the handheld shower head. He whips around, looking for Barry. ANGLE ON: A WATERBUG near the drain. WATERBUG Waterbug. Not taking sides. Barry is on the toilet tank. He comes out from behind a shampoo bottle, wearing a chapstick cap as a helmet. BARRY Ken, look at me! I’m wearing a chapstick hat. This is pathetic. ANGLE ON: Ken turning the hand shower nozzle from “GENTLE”, to “TURBO”, to “LETHAL”. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 82. KEN I’ve got issues! Ken fires the water at Barry, knocking him into the toilet. The items from the vanity (emory board, lipstick, eye curler, etc.) are on the toilet seat. Ken looks down at Barry. KEN (CONT'D) Well well well, a royal flush. BARRY You’re bluffing. KEN Am I? Ken flushes the toilet. Barry grabs the Emory board and uses it to surf. He puts his hand in the water while he’s surfing. Some water splashes on Ken. BARRY Surf’s up, dude! KEN Awww, poo water! He does some skate board-style half-pipe riding. Barry surfs out of the toilet. BARRY That bowl is gnarly. Ken tries to get a shot at him with the toilet brush. KEN Except for those dirty yellow rings. Vanessa ENTERS. VANESSA Kenneth! What are you doing? KEN You know what? I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! VANESSA We need to talk! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 83. She pulls Ken out by his ear. Ken glares at Barry. CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS VANESSA He’s just a little bee. And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time. KEN Long time? What are you talking about? Are there other bugs in your life? VANESSA No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! KEN Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...my nerves are fried from riding on this emotional rollercoaster. VANESSA Goodbye, Ken. KEN Augh! VANESSA Whew! Ken EXITS, then re-enters frame. KEN And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners, made by man! He EXITS again. The DOOR SLAMS behind him. VANESSA (to Barry) I’m sorry about all that. Ken RE-ENTERS. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 84. KEN I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! BARRY (re: Ken) I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. (puts his hands in his pockets) I couldn’t overcome it. Oh well. VANESSA Are you going to be okay for the trial tomorrow? BARRY Oh, I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. CUT TO: SEQ. 3300 - “ADAM STINGS MONTY” INT. COURTROOM - NEXT DAY ANGLE ON: Medium shot of Montgomery standing at his table. MONTGOMERY We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. ADAM (whispering to Vanessa) Now that’s a good idea. (to Barry) You can really see why he’s considered one of the very best lawyers-- Oh. Barry rolls his eyes. He gets up, takes the stand. A juror in a striped shirt APPLAUDS. MR. GAMMIL (whispering) Layton, you’ve got to weave some magic with this jury, or it’s going to be all over. Montgomery is holding a BOOK, “The Secret Life of Bees”. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 85. MONTGOMERY (confidently whispering) Oh, don’t worry Mr. Gammil. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. (to Gammil) You got the tweezers? Mr. Gammil NODS, and pats his breast pocket. MR. GAMMIL Are you allergic? MONTGOMERY Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Montgomery approaches the stand. MONTGOMERY (CONT’D) Mr. Benson Bee. I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? Montgomery points to Vanessa. BARRY We’re friends. MONTGOMERY Good friends? BARRY Yes. MONTGOMERY (softly in Barry’s face) How good? BARRY What? MONTGOMERY Do you live together? BARRY Wait a minute, this isn’t about-- "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 86. MONTGOMERY Are you her little... (clearing throat) ... bed bug? BARRY (flustered) Hey, that’s not the kind of-- MONTGOMERY I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. Now, from what I understand, doesn’t your Queen give birth to all the bee children in the hive? BARRY Yeah, but-- MONTGOMERY So those aren’t even your real parents! ANGLE ON: Barry’s parents. MARTIN BENSON Oh, Barry. BARRY Yes they are! ADAM Hold me back! Vanessa holds him back with a COFFEE STIRRER. Montgomery points to Barry’s parents. MONTGOMERY You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you Benson? ADAM He’s denouncing bees! All the bees in the courtroom start to HUM. They’re agitated. MONTGOMERY And don’t y’all date your cousins? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 87. VANESSA (standing, letting go of Adam) Objection! Adam explodes from the table and flies towards Montgomery. ADAM I’m going to pin cushion this guy! Montgomery turns around and positions himself by the judge’s bench. He sticks his butt out. Montgomery winks at his team. BARRY Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Adam shoves Barry out of the way. Adam STINGS Montgomery in the butt. The jury REACTS, aghast. MONTGOMERY Ow! I’m hit! Oh, lordy, I am hit! The judge BANGS her gavel. JUDGE Order! Order! Please, Mr. Montgomery. MONTGOMERY The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a wing-ed beast of destruction. You see? You can’t treat them like equals. They’re strip-ed savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! ANGLE ON: Adam, collapsed on the floor. Barry rushes to his side. BARRY Adam, stay with me. ADAM I can’t feel my legs. Montgomery falls on the Bailiff. BAILIFF Take it easy. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 88. MONTGOMERY Oh, what angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? The JURY recoils. JUDGE Please, I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! FADE TO: SEQ. 3400 - “ADAM AT HOSPITAL” INT. HOSPITAL - STREET LEVEL ROOM - DAY PRESS PERSON #1 (V.O) The case of the honey bees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday, when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. Now here’s Don with the 5-day. A NURSE lets Barry into the room. Barry CARRIES a FLOWER. BARRY Thank you. Barry stands over Adam, in a bed. Barry lays the flower down next to him. The TV is on. BARRY (CONT'D) Hey buddy. ADAM Hey. BARRY Is there much pain? Adam has a BEE-SIZED PAINKILLER HONEY BUTTON near his head that he presses. ADAM (pressing the button) Yeah...I blew the whole case, didn’t I? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 89. BARRY Oh, it doesn’t matter. The important thing is you’re alive. You could have died. ADAM I’d be better off dead. Look at me. Adam THROWS the blanket off his lap, revealing a GREEN SANDWICH SWORD STINGER. ADAM (CONT’D) (voice cracking) They got it from the cafeteria, they got it from downstairs. In a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. BARRY What was it like to sting someone? ADAM I can’t explain it. It was all adrenaline...and then...ecstasy. Barry looks at Adam. BARRY Alright. ADAM You think that was all a trap? BARRY Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us, we’re just a couple of bugs in this world. ADAM What do you think the humans will do to us if they win? BARRY I don’t know. ADAM I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 90. BARRY Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out. Adam GULPS. ADAM Oh my. ANGLE ON: the hospital window. We see THREE PEOPLE smoking outside on the sidewalk. The smoke drifts in. Adam COUGHS. ADAM (CONT’D) Say, could you get a nurse to close that window? BARRY Why? ADAM The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. BARRY Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. Adam, that’s it! That’s our case. Adam starts putting his clothes on. ADAM It is? It’s not over? BARRY No. Get up. Get dressed. I’ve got to go somewhere. You get back the court and stall. Stall anyway you can. CUT TO: SEQ. 3500 - “SMOKING GUN” INT. COURTROOM - THE NEXT DAY Adam is folding a piece of paper into a boat. ADAM ...and assuming you’ve done step 29 correctly, you’re ready for the tub. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 91. ANGLE ON: The jury, all with paper boats of their own. JURORS Ooh. ANGLE ON: Montgomery frustrated with Gammil, who’s making a boat also. Monty crumples Gammil’s boat, and throws it at him. JUDGE Mr. Flayman? ADAM Yes? Yes, Your Honor? JUDGE Where is the rest of your team? ADAM (fumbling with his swordstinger) Well, your honor, it’s interesting. You know Bees are trained to fly kind of haphazardly and as a result quite often we don’t make very good time. I actually once heard a pretty funny story about a bee-- MONTGOMERY Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? Montgomery rolls out from behind his table. He’s suspended in a LARGE BABY CHAIR with wheels. MONTGOMERY (CONT'D) How much longer are we going to allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients who have all run perfectly legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case. JUDGE Mr. Flayman, I am afraid I am going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 92. 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 bursts through the door. BARRY Hold it, your honor. You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. Vanessa ENTERS, holding a bee smoker Vanessa slams the beekeeper's SMOKER onto the judge’s bench. JUDGE What is that? BARRY It’s a Bee smoker. Montgomery GRABS the smoker. MONTGOMERY What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. He unintentionally points it towards the bee gallery, KNOCKING THEM ALL OUT. The jury GASPS. The press SNAPS pictures of them. BARRY Members of the jury, 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 these smoke machines in man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? Barry gestures dramatically towards Montgomery's racially mixed table. The BLACK LAWYER slowly moves his chair away. GAMMIL What are we going to do? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 93. MONTGOMERY (to Pross) He's playing the species card. Barry lands on the scale of justice, by the judge’s bench. It balances as he lands. BARRY Ladies and gentlemen, please, FreeThese-Bees! ANGLE ON: Jury, chanting "Free the bees". JUDGE The court finds in favor of the bees. The chaos continues. Barry flies over to Vanessa, with his hand up for a “high 5”. BARRY Vanessa, we won! VANESSA Yay! I knew you could do it. Highfive! She high 5’s Barry, sending him crashing to the table. He bounces right back up. VANESSA (CONT'D) Oh, sorry. BARRY Ow!! I’m okay. Vanessa, do you know what this means? All the honey is finally going to belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. Montgomery approaches Barry, surrounded by the press. The cameras and microphones go to Montgomery. MONTGOMERY (waving a finger) This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson! You’ll regret this. ANGLE ON: Barry’s ‘deer in headlights’ expression, as the press pushes microphones in his face. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 94. PRESS PERSON 1 Barry, how much honey do you think is out there? BARRY Alright, alright, one at a time... SARAH Barry, who are you wearing? BARRY Uhhh, my sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. The Press follows Barry as he EXITS. ANGLE ON: Adam and Vanessa. ADAM (putting papers away) What if Montgomery’s right? VANESSA What do you mean? ADAM We’ve been living the bee way a long time. 27 million years. DISSOLVE TO: SEQ. 3600 - “HONEY ROUNDUP” EXT. HONEY FARMS APIARY - MONTAGE SARAH (V.O) Congratulations on your victory. What are you going to demand as a settlement? BARRY (V.O) (over montage) First, we’re going to demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then, we want to get back all the honey that was ours to begin with. Every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, big-headed, bad breath, stink-machine. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 95. I believe we’re all aware of what they do in the woods. We will no longer tolerate derogatory beenegative nick-names, unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products, and la-dee-da tea-time human snack garnishments. MONTAGE IMAGES: Close-up on an ATF JACKET, with the YELLOW LETTERS. Camera pulls back. We see an ARMY OF BEE AND HUMAN AGENTS wearing hastily made “Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Honey” jackets. Barry supervises. The gate to Honey Farms is locked permanently. All the smokers are collected and locked up. All the bees leave the Apiary. CUT TO: EXT. ATF OUTSIDE OF SUPERMARKET - MONTAGE Agents begin YANKING honey off the supermarket shelves, and out of shopping baskets. CUT TO: EXT. NEW HIVE CITY - MONTAGE The bees tear down a honey-bear statue. CUT TO: EXT. YELLOWSTONE FOREST - MONTAGE POV of a sniper’s crosshairs. An animated BEAR character looka-like, turns his head towards camera. BARRY Wait for my signal. ANGLE ON: Barry lowering his binoculars. BARRY (CONT'D) Take him out. The sniper SHOOTS the bear. It hits him in the shoulder. The bear looks at it. He gets woozy and the honey jar falls out of his lap, an ATF&H agent catches it. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 96. BARRY (V.O) (CONT'D) ATF&H AGENT (to the bear’s pig friend) He’ll have a little nausea for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. CUT TO: EXT. STING’S HOUSE - MONTAGE ATF&H agents SLAP CUFFS on Sting, who is meditating. STING But it’s just a prance-about stage name! CUT TO: INT. A WOMAN’S SHOWER - MONTAGE A WOMAN is taking a shower, and using honey shampoo. An ATF&H agent pulls the shower curtain aside, and grabs her bottle of shampoo. The woman SCREAMS. The agent turns to the 3 other agents, and Barry. ANGLE ON: Barry looking at the label on the shampoo bottle, shaking his head and writing in his clipboard. CUT TO: EXT. SUPERMARKET CAFE - MONTAGE Another customer, an old lady having her tea with a little jar of honey, gets her face pushed down onto the table and turned to the side by two agents. One of the agents has a gun on her. OLD LADY Can’t breathe. CUT TO: EXT. CENTRAL PARK - MONTAGE An OIL DRUM of honey is connected to Barry’s hive. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 97. BARRY Bring it in, boys. CUT TO: SEQ. 3650 - “NO MORE WORK” INT. HONEX - MONTAGE ANGLE ON: The honey goes past the 3-cup hash-mark, and begins to overflow. A WORKER BEE runs up to Buzzwell. WORKER BEE 1 Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed 3 cups, and there’s gallons mores coming. I think we need to shutdown. KEYCHAIN BEE (to Buzzwell) Shutdown? We’ve never shutdown. ANGLE ON: Buzzwell overlooking the factory floor. BUZZWELL Shutdown honey production! Stop making honey! ANGLE ON: TWO BEES, each with a KEY. BUZZWELL (CONT’D) Turn your key, Sir! They turn the keys simultaneously, War Games-style, shutting down the honey machines. ANGLE ON: the Taffy-Pull machine, Centrifuge, and Krelman all slowly come to a stop. The bees look around, bewildered. WORKER BEE 5 What do we do now? A BEAT. WORKER BEE 6 Cannon ball!! He jumps into a HONEY VAT, doesn’t penetrate the surface. He looks around, and slowly sinks down to his waist. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 98. EXT. HONEX FACTORY THE WHISTLE BLOWS, and the bees all stream out the exit. CUT TO: INT. J-GATE - CONTINUOUS Lou Loduca gives orders to the pollen jocks. LOU LODUCA We’re shutting down honey production. Mission abort. CUT TO: EXT. CENTRAL PARK Jackson receives the orders, mid-pollination. JACKSON Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. CUT TO: EXT. NEW HIVE CITY ANGLE ON: Bees, putting sun-tan lotion on their noses and antennae, and sunning themselves on the balconies of the gyms. CUT TO: EXT. CENTRAL PARK ANGLE ON: THE FLOWERS starting to DROOP. CUT TO: INT. J-GATE J-Gate is deserted. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 99. EXT. NEW HIVE CITY ANGLE ON: Bees sunning themselves. A TIMER DINGS, and they all turn over. CUT TO: EXT. CENTRAL PARK TIME LAPSE of Central Park turning brown. CUT TO: EXT. VANESSA’S FLORIST SHOP CLOSE-UP SHOT: Vanessa writes “Sorry. No more flowers.” on a “Closed” sign, an turns it facing out. CUT TO: SEQ. 3700 - “IDLE HIVE” EXT. NEW HIVE CITY - DAY Barry flies at high speed. TRACKING SHOT into the hive, through the lobby of Honex, and into Adam’s office. CUT TO: INT. ADAM’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Barry meets Adam in his office. Adam’s office is in disarray. There are papers everywhere. He’s filling up his cardboard hexagon box. BARRY (out of breath) Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. ADAM Oh yeah? BARRY What’s going on around here? Where is everybody? Are they out celebrating? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 100. ADAM (exiting with a cardboard box of belongings) No, they’re just home. They don’t know what to do. BARRY Hmmm. ADAM They’re laying out, they’re 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. They walk through the empty factory. ADAM Yeah, but sometimes I think, so what if the humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world. I was excited to be a part of making it. ANGLE ON: Adam’s desk on it’s side in the hall. ADAM (CONT’D) This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now...and now I can’t. Adam EXITS. CUT TO: SEQ. 3900 - “WORLD WITHOUT BEES” INT. STAIRWELL Vanessa and Barry are walking up the stairs to the roof. BARRY I don’t understand why they’re not happy. We have so much now. I thought their lives would be better. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 101. VANESSA Hmmm. BARRY 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 This. They reach the top of the stairs. Vanessa opens the door. CUT TO: EXT. VANESSA’S ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS Barry sees Vanessa’s flower pots and small garden have all turned brown. BARRY What happened here? VANESSA That is not the half of it... Vanessa turns Barry around with her two fingers, revealing the view of Central Park, which is also all brown. BARRY Oh no. Oh my. They’re all wilting. VANESSA Doesn’t look very good, does it? BARRY No. VANESSA And who’s fault do you think that is? "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 102. BARRY Mmmm...you know, I’m going to guess, bees. VANESSA Bees? BARRY Specifically me. I guess I didn’t think that bees not needing to make honey would affect all these other things. VANESSA And it’s not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables...they all need bees. BARRY Well, that’s our whole SAT test right there. VANESSA So, you take away the produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... BARRY The human species? VANESSA (clearing throat) Ahem! BARRY Oh. So, if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? VANESSA And I know this is also partly my fault. Barry takes a long SIGH. BARRY How about a suicide pact? VANESSA (not sure if he’s joking) How would we do it? BARRY I’ll sting you, you step on me. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 103. VANESSA That just kills you twice. BARRY Right, right. VANESSA Listen Barry. Sorry but I’ve got to get going. She EXITS. BARRY (looking out over the park) Had to open my mouth and talk... (looking back) Vanessa..? Vanessa is gone. CUT TO: SEQ. 3935 - “GOING TO PASADENA” EXT. NY STREET - CONTINUOUS Vanessa gets into a cab. Barry ENTERS. BARRY Vanessa. Why are you leaving? Where are you going? VANESSA To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They moved it up 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 want to say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. VANESSA I know. Me neither. Vanessa cab drives away. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 104. BARRY (chuckling to himself) Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute...roses. Roses? Roses!? Vanessa! Barry follows shortly after. He catches up to it, and he pounds on the window. Barry follows shortly after Vanessa’s cab. He catches up to it, and he pounds on the window. INT. TAXI - CONTINUOUS Barry motions for her to roll the window down. She does so. BARRY Roses?! VANESSA Barry? BARRY (as he flies next to the cab) 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. The cab starts pulling ahead of Barry. BARRY (CONT'D) (re: driver) Could you ask him to slow down? VANESSA Could you slow down? The cabs slows. Barry flies in the window, and lands in the change box, which closes on him. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 105. VANESSA (CONT'D) Barry! Vanessa lets him out. Barry stands on the change box, in front of the driver’s license. BARRY Okay, I made a huge mistake! This is a total disaster, and it’s all my fault! VANESSA Yes, it kind of is. BARRY I’ve ruined the planet. And, I wanted to help with your flower shop. Instead, I’ve made it worse. VANESSA Actually, it’s completely closed down. BARRY Oh, I thought maybe you were remodeling. Nonetheless, I have another idea. And it’s greater than all my previous great ideas combined. VANESSA I don’t want to hear it. Vanessa closes the change box on Barry. BARRY (opening it again) Alright, here’s what I’m thinking. They have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant, and flower bud in this park. All we’ve got to do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. VANESSA Bees... BARRY Park... VANESSA Pollen... "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 106. BARRY Flowers... VANESSA Repollination! BARRY (on luggage handle, going up) Across the nation! CUT TO: SEQ. 3950 - “ROSE PARADE” EXT. PASADENA PARADE BARRY (V.O) Alright. Tournament of Roses. Pasadena, California. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats, and cotton candy. Security will be tight. VANESSA I have an idea. CUT TO: EXT. FLOAT STAGING AREA ANGLE ON: Barry and Vanessa approaching a HEAVILY ARMED GUARD in front of the staging area. VANESSA Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. He leans in to look at her badge. She SNAPS IT SHUT, VANESSA (CONT’D) Oh, it’s real. HEAVILY ARMED GUARD Sorry ma’am. That’s a nice brooch, by the way. VANESSA Thank you. It was a gift. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 107. They ENTER the staging area. BARRY (V.O) Then, once we’re inside, we just pick the right float. VANESSA How about the Princess and the Pea? BARRY Yeah. VANESSA I can be the princess, and-- BARRY ...yes, I think-- VANESSA You could be-- BARRY I’ve-- VANESSA The pea. BARRY Got it. CUT TO: EXT. FLOAT STAGING AREA - A FEW MOMENTS LATER Barry, dressed as a PEA, flies up and hovers in front of the princess on the “Princess and the Pea” float. The float is sponsored by Inflat-a-bed and a SIGN READS: “Inflat-a-bed: If it blows, it’s ours.” BARRY Sorry I’m late. Where should I sit? PRINCESS What are you? BARRY I believe I’m the pea. PRINCESS The pea? It’s supposed to be under the mattresses. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 108. BARRY Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. PRINCESS I’m going to go talk to the marshall. BARRY You do that. This whole parade is a fiasco! She EXITS. Vanessa removes the step-ladder. The princess FALLS. Barry and Vanessa take off in the float. BARRY (CONT’D) Let’s see what this baby will do. ANGLE ON: Guy with headset talking to drivers. HEADSET GUY Hey! The float ZOOMS by. A young CHILD in the stands, TIMMY, cries. CUT TO: EXT. FLOAT STAGING AREA - A FEW MOMENTS LATER ANGLE ON: Vanessa putting the princess hat on. BARRY (V.O) Then all we do is blend in with traffic, without arousing suspicion. CUT TO: EXT. THE PARADE ROUTE - CONTINUOUS The floats go flying by the crowds. Barry and Vanessa’s float CRASHES through the fence. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 109. EXT. LA FREEWAY Vanessa and Barry speed, dodging and weaving, down the freeway. BARRY (V.O) And once we’re at the airport, there’s no stopping us. CUT TO: EXT. LAX AIRPORT Barry and Vanessa pull up to the curb, in front of an TSA AGENT WITH CLIPBOARD. TSA AGENT Stop. Security. Did you and your insect pack your own float? VANESSA (O.C) Yes. TSA AGENT Has this float been in your possession the entire time? VANESSA (O.C) Since the parade...yes. ANGLE ON: Barry holding his shoes. TSA AGENT Would you remove your shoes and everything in your pockets? Can you remove your stinger, Sir? BARRY That’s part of me. TSA AGENT I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. CUT TO: EXT. RUNWAY Barry and Vanessa’s airplane TAKES OFF. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 110. BARRY (O.C) Then, if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. DISSOLVE TO: SEQ. 4025 - “COCKPIT FIGHT” INT. AIRPLANE Vanessa is on the aisle. Barry is on a laptop calculating flowers, pollen, number of bees, airspeed, etc. He does a “Stomp” dance on the keyboard. BARRY Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job. I think this is going to work, Vanessa. VANESSA It’s got to work. PILOT (V.O) Attention passengers. This is Captain Scott. I’m afraid we have a bit of bad weather in the New York area. And looks like we’re going to be experiencing a couple of hours delay. VANESSA Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. BARRY I’ve got to get up there and talk to these guys. VANESSA Be careful. Barry flies up to the cockpit door. CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT - CONTINUOUS A female flight attendant, ANGELA, is in the cockpit with the pilots. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 111. There’s a KNOCK at the door. BARRY (C.O) Hey, can I get some help with this Sky Mall Magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable travel pool filter. ANGELA (to the pilots, irritated) Excuse me. CUT TO: EXT. CABIN - CONTINUOUS Angela opens the cockpit door and looks around. She doesn’t see anybody. ANGLE ON: Barry hidden on the yellow and black “caution” stripe. As Angela looks around, Barry zips into the cockpit. CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT BARRY Excuse me, Captain. I am in a real situation here... PILOT (pulling an earphone back, to the co-pilot) What did you say, Hal? CO-PILOT I didn’t say anything. PILOT (he sees Barry) Ahhh! Bee! BARRY No, no! Don’t freak out! There’s a chance my entire species-- CO-PILOT (taking off his earphones) Ahhh! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 112. The pilot grabs a “DUSTBUSTER” vacuum cleaner. He aims it around trying to vacuum up Barry. The co-pilot faces camera, as the pilot tries to suck Barry up. Barry is on the other side of the co-pilot. As they dosey-do, the toupee of the co-pilot begins to come up, still attached to the front. CO-PILOT (CONT'D) What are you doing? Stop! The toupee comes off the co-pilot’s head, and sticks in the Dustbuster. Barry runs across the bald head. BARRY Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! CO-PILOT Who’s an attorney? PILOT Don’t move. The pilot uses the Dustbuster to try and mash Barry, who is hovering in front of the co-pilot’s nose, and knocks out the co-pilot who falls out of his chair, hitting the life raft release button. The life raft inflates, hitting the pilot, knocking him into a wall and out cold. Barry surveys the situation. BARRY Oh, Barry. CUT TO: INT. AIRPLANE CABIN Vanessa studies her laptop, looking serious. SFX: PA CRACKLE. BARRY (V.O) (in captain voice) Good afternoon passengers, this is your captain speaking. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24F please report to the cockpit. And please hurry! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 113. ANGLE ON: The aisle, and Vanessa head popping up. CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT Vanessa ENTERS. 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. The AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER, BUD, speaks over the radio. BUD This is JFK control tower. Flight 356, what’s your status? Vanessa presses a button, and the intercom comes on. 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. Is there anyone onboard who has flight experience? A BEAT. BARRY As a matter of fact, there is. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 114. BUD Who’s that? VANESSA 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 Wait a minute. Barry, we’re headed into some lightning. CUT TO: Vanessa shrugs, and takes the controls. SEQ. 4150 - “BARRY FLIES PLANE” INT. BENSON HOUSE The family is all huddled around the TV at the Benson house. ANGLE ON: TV. Bob Bumble is broadcasting. BOB BUMBLE This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK airport, where a very suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh off his stunning legal victory... "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 115. Adam SPRAYS a can of HONEY-WHIP into his mouth. ADAM That’s Barry. BOB BUMBLE ...is now attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers, and an incapacitated flight crew. EVERYONE Flowers?! CUT TO: INT. AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL TOWER BUD Well, we have an electrical storm in the area, and two individuals at the controls of a jumbo jet with absolutely no flight experience. JEANETTE CHUNG Just a minute, Mr. Ditchwater, there’s a honey bee on that plane. BUD Oh, I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson’s work, and his no-account compadres. Haven’t they done enough damage already? JEANETTE CHUNG But isn’t he your only hope right now? BUD Come on, technically a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT. Barry REACTS BUD The wings are too small, their bodies are too big-- "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 116. BARRY (over PA) Hey, hold on a second. Haven’t we heard this million times? The surface area of the wings, and the body mass doesn’t make sense? JEANETTE CHUNG Get this on the air. CAMERAMAN You got it! CUT TO: INT. BEE TV CONTROL ROOM An engineer throws a switch. BEE ENGINEER Stand by. We’re going live. The “ON AIR” sign illuminates. CUT TO: INT. VARIOUS SHOTS OF NEW HIVE CITY The news report plays on TV. The pollen jocks are sitting around, playing paddle-ball, Wheel-o, and one of them is spinning his helmet on his finger. Buzzwell is in an office cubicle, playing computer solitaire. Barry’s family and Adam watch from their living room. Bees sitting on the street curb turn around to watch the TV. BARRY Mr. Ditchwater, the way we work may be a mystery to you, because making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you something about a small job. If you do it really well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to doing what we do best. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 117. Working together. That’s the bee way. We’re not made of Jello. We get behind a fellow. Black and yellow. CROWD OF BEES Hello! CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT Barry is giving orders to Vanessa. BARRY Left, right, down, hover. VANESSA Hover? BARRY Forget hover. VANESSA You know what? This isn’t so hard. Vanessa pretends to HONK THE HORN. VANESSA (CONT’D) Beep, beep! Beep, beep! A BOLT OF LIGHTNING HITS the plane. The plane takes a sharp dip. VANESSA (CONT’D) Barry, what happened? BARRY (noticing the control panel) Wait a minute. I think we were on autopilot that whole time. VANESSA That may have been helping me. BARRY And now we’re not! VANESSA (V.O.) (folding her arms) Well, then it turns out I cannot fly a plane. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 118. BARRY (CONT'D) Vanessa struggles with the yoke. CUT TO: EXT. AIRPLANE The airplane goes into a steep dive. CUT TO: SEQ. 4175 - “CRASH LANDING” INT. J-GATE An ALERT SIGN READING: “Hive Alert. We Need:” Then the SIGNAL goes from “Two Bees” “Some Bees” “Every Bee There Is” Lou Loduca gathers the pollen jocks at J-Gate. LOU LODUCA All of you, let’s get behind this fellow. Move it out! The bees follow Lou Loduca, and EXIT J-Gate. CUT TO: INT. AIRPLANE COCKPIT BARRY Our only chance is if I do what I would do, and you copy me with the wings of the plane! VANESSA You don’t have to yell. BARRY I’m not yelling. We happen to be in a lot of trouble here. VANESSA It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice. BARRY It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 119. EXT. JFK AIRPORT ANGLE ON: The bees arriving and massing at the airport. CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT Barry and Vanessa alternately SLAP EACH OTHER IN THE FACE. VANESSA I don’t think I can do this. BARRY Vanessa, pull yourself together. Listen to me, you have got to snap out of it! 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 You snap out of it! CUT TO: EXT. AIRPLANE A GIGANTIC SWARM OF BEES flies in to hold the plane up. CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT - CONTINUOUS BARRY You snap out of it! VANESSA You snap out of it! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 120. BARRY You snap-- VANESSA Hold it! BARRY (about to slap her again) Why? Come on, it’s my turn. VANESSA How is the plane flying? Barry’s antennae ring. BARRY I don’t know. (answering) Hello? CUT TO: EXT. AIRPLANE ANGLE ON: The underside of the plane. The pollen jocks have massed all around the underbelly of the plane, and are holding it up. LOU LODUCA Hey Benson, have you got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT Lou, Buzz, Splitz, and Jackson come up alongside the cockpit. BARRY The pollen jocks! VANESSA They do get behind a fellow. BARRY Black and yellow. LOU LODUCA (over headset) Hello. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 121. Alright you two, what do you say we drop this tin can on the blacktop? VANESSA What blacktop? Where? I can’t see anything. Can you? BARRY No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. CUT TO: EXT. RUNWAY Adam SHOUTS. ADAM Come on, you’ve got to think bee, Barry. Thinking bee, thinking bee. ANGLE ON: Overhead shot of runway. The bees are in the formation of a flower. In unison they move, causing the flower to FLASH YELLOW AND BLACK. BEES (chanting) Thinking bee, thinking bee. CUT TO: INT. COCKPIT We see through the swirling mist and clouds. A GIANT SHAPE OF A FLOWER is forming in the middle of the runway. BARRY Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. VANESSA What? BARRY I don’t know, but it’s strong. And it’s pulling me, like a 27 million year old instinct. Bring the nose of the plane down. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 122. LOU LODUCA (CONT'D) EXT. RUNWAY All the bees are on the runway chanting “Thinking Bee”. CUT TO: INT. CONTROL TOWER RICK What in the world is on the tarmac? ANGLE ON: Dave OTS onto runway seeing a flower being formed by millions of bees. BUD Get some lights on that! CUT TO: EXT. RUNWAY ANGLE ON: AIRCRAFT LANDING LIGHT SCAFFOLD by the side of the runway, illuminating the bees in their flower formation. INT. COCKPIT BARRY Vanessa, aim for the flower! VANESSA Oh, okay? BARRY Cut the engines! VANESSA Cut the engines? BARRY We’re going in on bee power. Ready boys? LOU LODUCA Affirmative. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 123. INT. AIRPLANE COCKPIT BARRY Good, good, easy now. Land on that flower! Ready boys? Give me full reverse. LOU LODUCA Spin it around! The plane attempts to land on top of an “Aloha Airlines” plane with flowers painted on it. BARRY (V.O) I mean the giant black and yellow pulsating flower made of millions of bees! VANESSA Which flower? BARRY That flower! VANESSA I’m aiming at the flower! The plane goes after a FAT GUY IN A HAWAIIAN SHIRT. BARRY (V.O) That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt! The other other flower! The big one. He snaps a photo and runs away. BARRY (CONT'D) Full forward. Ready boys? Nose down. Bring your tail up. Rotate around it. VANESSA Oh, this is insane, Barry. BARRY This is the only way I know how to fly. CUT TO: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 124. AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL TOWER BUD Am I koo-koo kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? CUT TO: EXT. RUNWAY BARRY (V.O) Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid of it. Smell it. Full reverse! Easy, just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in. Drop it in, woman! The plane HOVERS and MANEUVERS, landing in the center of the giant flower, like a bee. The FLOWERS from the cargo hold spill out onto the runway. INT. AIPLANE CABIN The passengers are motionless for a beat. PASSENGER Come on already! They hear the “ding ding”, and all jump up to grab their luggage out of the overheads. SEQ. 4225 - “RUNWAY SPEECH” EXT. RUNWAY - CONTINUOUS The INFLATABLE SLIDES pop out the side of the plane. The passengers escape. Barry and Vanessa slide down out of the cockpit. Barry and Vanessa exhale a huge breath. VANESSA Barry, we did it. You taught me how to fly. Vanessa raises her hand up for a high five. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 125. BARRY Yes. No high five. VANESSA Right. ADAM Barry, it worked. Did you see the giant flower? BARRY What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius, man. Genius! ADAM Thank you. BARRY But we’re not done yet. Barry flies up to the wing of the plane, and addresses the bee crowd. BARRY (CONT’D) Listen everyone. This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers, and dress like this. If we’re going to survive as a species, this is our moment. So what do you all say? Are we going to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History key chains? BEES We’re bees! KEYCHAIN BEE Keychain! BARRY Then follow me... Except Keychain. BUZZ Hold on Barry. You’ve earned this. Buzz puts a pollen jock jacket and helmet with Barry’s name on it on Barry. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 126. BARRY I’m a pollen jock! (looking at the jacket. The sleeves are a little long) And it’s a perfect fit. All I’ve got to do are the sleeves. The Pollen Jocks toss Barry a gun. BARRY (CONT’D) Oh yeah! ANGLE ON: Martin and Janet Benson. JANET BENSON That’s our Barry. All the bees descend upon the flowers on the tarmac, and start collecting pollen. CUT TO: SEQ. 4250 - “RE-POLLINATION” EXT. SKIES - CONTINUOUS The squadron FLIES over the city, REPOLLINATING trees and flowers as they go. Barry breaks off from the group, towards Vanessa’s flower shop. CUT TO: EXT. VANESSA’S FLOWER SHOP - CONTINUOUS Barry REPOLLINATES Vanessa’s flowers. CUT TO: EXT. CENTRAL PARK - CONTINUOUS ANGLE ON: Timmy with a frisbee, as the bees fly by. TIMMY Mom, the bees are back! "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 127. Central Park is completely repollinated by the bees. DISSOLVE TO: INT. HONEX - CONTINUOUS Honex is back to normal and everyone is busily working. ANGLE ON: Adam, putting his Krelman hat on. ADAM If anyone needs to make a call, now’s the time. I’ve got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! The bees CHEER. CUT TO: SEQ. 4355 EXT: VANESSA’S FLOWER SHOP With a new sign out front. “Vanessa & Barry: Flowers, Honey, Legal Advice” DISSOLVE TO: INT: FLOWER COUNTER Vanessa doing a brisk trade with many customers. CUT TO: INT: FLOWER SHOP - CONTINUOUS Vanessa is selling flowers. In the background, there are SHELVES STOCKED WITH HONEY. VANESSA (O.C.) Don’t forget these. Have a great afternoon. Yes, can I help who’s next? Who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is beeapproved. SIGN ON THE BACK ROOM DOOR READS: “Barry Benson: Insects at Law”. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 128. Camera moves into the back room. ANGLE ON: Barry. ANGLE ON: Barry’s COW CLIENT. COW Milk, cream, cheese...it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel. BARRY Uh huh? Uh huh? COW (breaking down) Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat. BARRY I had no idea. VANESSA Barry? I’m sorry, have you got a moment? BARRY Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate here will be able to help you. Mooseblood ENTERS. MOOSEBLOOD Sorry I’m late. COW He’s a lawyer too? MOOSEBLOOD Ma’am, I was already a bloodsucking parasite. All I needed was * a briefcase. * ANGLE ON: Flower Counter. VANESSA (to customer) Have a great afternoon! (to Barry) Barry, I just got this huge tulip order for a wedding, and I can’t get them anywhere. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 129. BARRY Not a problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. Vanessa turns back to deal with a customer. VANESSA You’re a life-saver, Barry. (to the next customer) Can I help who’s next? Who’s next? ANGLE ON: Vanessa smiling back at Barry. Barry smiles too, then snaps himself out of it. BARRY (speaks into his antennae) Alright. Scramble jocks, it’s time to fly! VANESSA Thank you, Barry! EXT. FLOWER SHOP - CONTINUOUS ANGLE ON: Ken and Andy walking down the street. KEN (noticing the new sign) Augh! What in the world? It’s that bee again! ANDY (guiding Ken protectively) Let it go, Kenny. KEN That bee is living my life! When will this nightmare end? ANDY Let it all go. They don’t break stride. ANGLE ON: Camera in front of Barry as he flies out the door and up into the sky. Pollen jocks fold in formation behind him as they zoom into the park. BARRY (to Splitz) Beautiful day to fly. "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 130. JACKSON Sure is. BARRY Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. FADE OUT: "Bee Movie" - JS REVISIONS 8/13/07 131.

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This is the official sky battlefield npc guide, which holds the names of npcs in sky battlefield, and tips on how to beat them! This used to exist, but for some reason, the og account, @Notoxicsalt got closed even tho i was never on it much. Season 1 NPCs These NPCs have been in the game since the first season. Guards These are the classic guards. I mean, a kotl can't be a kotl without them, right? These guards are 5'6 and can either be armed with swords or spears. They also wear metal armor, making them somewhat heavy. The best way to kill them is to sneak attack them. Goose Guards They are the same as normal guards, but are always armed with goose swords (the strongest sword in game) and wears goose armor (the strongest in the game) and can hover 3 feet in the air. Insane Guard This guard is a sheer beast! Being 6'9 (noice) tall, and weighing a ton of pounds, they are not to be reckoned with. They are also armed with maces, and can destroy walls by running into them. They only guard hallways, and never lay their eyes off the hallways.

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Here, you can request to play a KOTL All Stars match. When doing your search, you must specify a few things. 1. Rated or Unrated 2. FIT time (If you say nothing about this, there will be a standard FIT time. So, after 12 hours, the player may call a 6 hour warning. After the 6 hours, if no action is made, the attack will go through without a response). 3. Which map (If you say nothing about this, map will be medium sized circular arena w/ walls that closes in if the match takes too long). 4. Who you'd like to play against (If you say nothing about this, it's considered available for anybody to accept). You can specify groups of people you'd be willing to play against/groups of people you do not want to play against. 5. Who you'd like to mod (If you say nothing about this, it's considered available for anybody to accept). You can specify groups of people you'd be willing to be modded by/groups of people you do not want to be modded by. 6 (Optional if game is unrated). Pick the character matchup. Please do not advertise, unless it is a KOTL All Stars tournament.

This is a story, read it. There once was a town, A very o’ so cold town. completely barren of any heat, other than that of the inhabitants who lived there, and the fires that they themselves had forged for themselves. One night, one of themselves had an idea, we’ll call this man, Tom. He had an Idea that would change the very way the people lived. Tom went to work that night, creating a large fire from the trees of the forest, and lit it with a match. It started slow at first, but over the course of a few days, and the help of a few friends, it was strong enough to heat up the whole town. Themselves very much enjoyed that fire, so much so that some created more fires around it, these fires were very successful, and even attracted strangers from out of town, where the sun shines brighter, and the weather was warmer. Eventually, the towns people invented new ways of acquiring heat, and grew tired of those fires. They ceased putting fuel unto the fire, and it went out. Those days, only a few people; such as Tom, continued the tradition of lighting the fires. One of these people was known as pin. He took it upon himself to keep the fire going, by telling stories of metal bears and ink people, chasing down innocent victims. The others who sat beside the fire were intrigued, and joined in by putting themselves into the story. And this is how it was for the longest time. One fateful day, however, Tom decided to tell a story of his own. It was a tale of a group of children, participating in a one of a kind VR game. Ran by their retired principal, this game was quite fun, but it soon became glitched, overran by corrupt code, hacked into by a character known only as: Coal from Ninjago, masters of spinjitsu. He was also known as “The Jester.” This story was riveting, and many caught on, joining in on the fun, eventually creating not just stories, but bonfires of their own. All of them grew quickly, but none as quick as the original, which gathered hundreds, if not thousands of people. All to experience the fire, and the stories being told. However, it is said that not all of these bonfires were successful, some died out as soon as they were started, others grew in size exponentially, only to go out as their creators run out of fuel. One in particular was quite successful at the beginning, the creator referred to himself as The Monarch of a Roaring fire (MoaRF). Two fires were quite strong, so much so that they had burnt down entire nations, which their creators claimed for themselves, one of them declared war on the other, that other being pin. As for the original, it grew so large that it had consumed 28.9 percent of the planet, the other 71 percent being water. The fires were outrageous, but nobody could’ve seen what was soon to come, not even I could’ve saw it. It was another successful day (or in this case, night) of bon-firing, and everyone was ready to go to bed. What they didn’t know was that, by the afternoon, a thick fog had developed, so thick that you may have well been blind, nobody could find there way to the fire, and those that could, had no idea what others were doing, or even if anyone was there. To add onto the fog, they simply didn’t have the ease nor interest to check each one individually. They themselves all decided to go home, and do something else. Eventually, When the fog cleared, all of the fires had gone out, and all that was left was a huge pile of smoldering ash. It was over, the fires were too large, and to many to count, nothing was left, except for the remains. Tom and many others noticed a few people with smaller, but much more controlled fires, those people were simply telling stories around the campfire, so Tom decided to join in, and made one of his own, it was a simple fire, no way of becoming a nation wide forest fire, but that was fine. Everything was fine, and they all continue to tell the stories of mystery and intrigue to this day. END The moral of the story is this: maybe the real fire was the friends we [there used to be a joke here, but looking at it now, I realize it was kinda dark, basically it was about burning your friends. This joke has been redacted. Good day to you!] along the way.

It was a truly peaceful day at the town of DEATH until, the devil announced that he was gonna choose 3 mafia each with different abilities 7 town with powerful abilities and one neutral who wanted to stand by itself after murdering everyone and which ever team was left, won. The players: CN HT pin toxic togepi rick nubby oof oka jolt magnus (last two are from HT’s MM club) Roles: CN suddenly feels like he’s going though 10 years of elite training and when he finds himself back in the town of death he’s become a Bodyguard. HT suddenly feels like he is going through 60 years of governing towns and when he finds himself back in the town of death he’s become the Mayor. pin suddenly feels he’s going through 10 years of being a mafia boss and he’s so experienced he’s become The Godfather. toxic suddenly feels he’s worked for 30 years and keeping peace by being the Sheriff. Togepi suddenly goes through 10 years of helping pin and making people not being able to do their actions. He’s now the Consort. Rick suddenly feels he’s been trained for 10 years in elite detective work and now he’s the Investigator Nubby suddenly feels... power. Power flowing through his body he remembers he just started murdering people before he arrived in the TOD, he is the Serial Killer.Oof suddenly feels like he’s worked for 50 years on sweeping the floors of a millionaire’s house he is now the janitor. oka suddenly remembers he worked as a vigilante in the Wild West territory. Jolt suddenly feels like he’s looked out for so many people over the years. He is now the Lookout. magnus suddenly feels like he’s spent his entire life brewing potions and he’s now the Brewer. N1: CN tried to think about who to protect. He assumed HT would be targeted first (HT being the monster that he was), so he went to HT and protected him. HT welcomes CN with open arms, falling quickly asleep as he knew he would be safe under the bodyguard’s protection. (Ofc he doesn’t know that the bodyguard was CN but he knew a bodyguard watched over him) pin discussed who to kill with oof and togepi, after many hours of discussion, he decided on rick. With oof stepping in with him to hide rick’s identity rick decided to investigate CN, as he knew he was a tricky player. But when he packed up his things there was a knock on the door. He opened it assuming another town was gonna visit him, but when he did he suddenly felt his heart being shot through, and he dropped to the ground, dead. Oof then cleaned up the blood and rick’s tools, knowing that he was successful. Nubby sneakily went to the house near his, seeing oof enter with a mop. Then he went to oof’ s backdoor and picked the lock. Oof was discussing with pin and togepi on a secret device when nubby stabbed him through the heart. Oof dropped to the ground, clearly dead. His last words were “SHSDKDVEODVWIDBSODMEFDOWVDOWKFSDEVSLDVWPDBSPDB”. When pin and togepi heard that. They knew their fellow mafia was dead. toxic decided to check magnus and quickly deduced that he was the innocent.

STOP SHOUTING OUT I SPAMMED!!! THIS IS MY BREAK!!!! I'VE DECIDED THAT WAR OF KOTL CAN WAIT!!!!! THIS IS MY LITTLE BREAK!!!! WELCOME TO LADDER WHEELS, THE ULTIMATE KOTL CAR GAME WHATEVS!!! ANYWAYS, IT'S MOSTLY ABOUT RACING AND FOOD CONTESTS!!!! ENJOY OR NOT I GUESS... 000 000 000 Ladder Wheels City: Two speeding cars are on the streets, putting others on the breaks. Hypershock Driver: CN "Shockingly fast" Breaker Box Driver: Hip "Disco racing" 000 000 000 VROOM!!!! VROOM!!!! Both cars had just passed the speed limit of 80! "Git out of my way. Make way for the champ!" Hip yelled. "Ah shut up." CN yelled back. Hypershock shoves the disco car and moves ahead. In the center of the city of Ladder Wheels, there was a race. CN gasps. "The Ultimate Race! I must sign up!!!" "Not if I get there first!" Hip yells behind. He sneaks up and passes Hypershock. "Such ****ing fool." CN says angrily. Fortunately for her, there were two slots available rather than only one. Both arrive and sign up. The announcer walks up and picks up the microphone and says, "Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Today is the Ultimate Race! I'm your host Johny Lonny, famous legendary racer of the Hyperghini!" Hyperghini Driver: Johny Lonny "Fast Lamborghini" 000 000 000 "Get ready for the Ultimate Race, dear car racers!!!!! Here's are people who have signed up!" Gen 10 Driver: Tomato "The shape shifter" Ladder Wheels Team 1 Driver: Auk "Fast n' furious" Hypershock Driver: CN "Shockingly fast" Breaker Box Driver: Hip "Disco racing" Skull Lamp Driver: Flame Thief "Glowing bones" Kingsting Driver: Oromis "So king-y" Blastar Driver: Toxic "Blazing star-fast" Beat it Up Driver: Oka "Bad crusher" Sea-wee Driver: Rick "Going sea-crazy" Ladweilder Driver: Jeb "Scary monster" 000 000 000 "Okay, to start line, racers!!" Johny Lonny shouted. "Get ready to lose, punks." Jeb says. "I doubt that." Tomato laughs. 3 2 1 GOOOOO!!!! "I ran out of gas!!!!!!" Oromis panics. Other cars pass and start to build up speed. Sea-wee takes the lead, but Gen 10 was right behind him along with Beat it Up. Tomato presses a button on his car, and Gen-10 turns into Ladweilder. He aims his car at Sea-wee and speeds up and his car chomps a piece of the Sea-wee and the sea speeder loses control, crashing into the nearest building which turned out to be a cafe. But this make's Tomato slow down since he had to chomp on Sea-wee so Beat it Up sneaks and slips in front of him. "Oh, what's that!? It's Kingsting and he's moving up wildly!" He passes Blastar who falls behind and two other cars Breaker Box and Ladder Wheels Team 1 who let him pass right through in between them. "Racers are now entering the second section of this race!" The announcer shouts on his mic. "They're now in the Bumper Rocks! There's a lot of big boulders they'll need to get through!" Ladweilder apparently had no problem because he just chomped through the rocks. Gen 10 morphs into Ladweilder again and copies the real one. Ladweilder is in 2nd place with Gen 10 at the top with Skull Lamp and Beat it Up behind at 3rd and 4th place trying to knock each other into the rocks. "I have no problem Chopin' these rocks." Tomato smiles. Suddenly, on the 16th chomp, his chomper breaks. "Damn." Tomato says afraid and crashes into the next boulder. The real Ladweilder's chomper was made out of real Carbon however and it continued to chomp down rocks and took over 1st place and Tomato falls back into 7th place with Skull Lamp, Beat it Up, and Kingsting and Blastar passing him. Eventually by now, Oromis had caught up and so had Sea-wee and suddenly Gen 10 is in last place! "Looks like our racers are now moving on to Road Mountain! These racers will have to get to the top of the mountain and launch themselves to the next section of this race!" The announcer Johny announces. Ladweilder was heavy and quickly slowed down. This car was only made for flat race platforms, not uphill ones. Skull Lamp takes lead and Beat it Up and Kingsting follow. "Time for some pushing!" Toxic says in his car Blastar. He pushes the pedal and speeds super fast and pushes Beat it Up off the edge. "I still have a parachuuuuuuuuuuute!!!!" Oka echoes as he jumps out of Beat it Up and unloads his parachute. With Beat it Up out of the race, Kingsting instantly moved to 2nd place with Blastar and Gen 10 finally regaining back his pace.

Chapter 1: The Parkour Master The Parkour Master had not earned the title of “Master” without some serious dedication, determination, and effort. That was what it took to become a master, after all. “A” master. There were other Parkour Masters, to be sure, and they had spent several lives and used many vessels in order to hone their art. That was how things were. The Parkour Master was certain that he’d have no need for that. He was quite puffed-up in his youth, believing himself to be some sort of great invincible protagonist. Surely, then, he’d be able to leapfrog everybody at a great pace. No. He could not. The Parkour Master’s people were a group who had been doing this for a long time. A select few of them had great innate power in them, including an incredible amount of agility, the power to apply a great amount of strength when need be, and most notably the power to create objects out of literally nothing. It was a peaceful, united society that the Parkour Master lived in. Those who did not have these powers were nothing except supportive and helpful to those who did. The highest echelons of the government themselves had developed a training program to help these Parkourists to flourish their abilities, in order to help protect others and serve good. No threat existed that the Parkourists had to fight, but it was always good to be careful. The Parkour Master turned out to be incapable of surpassing all expectations. He went through the motions, gaining more and more skill, until finally, over two hundreds years of training later, he was granted the title of “Master”. He could now create objects at will, parkour better than any other non-powered individual, and when boosted by his objects, strike hard enough to knock over walls. And after all of that, what was his reward? Not much. He didn’t frequently use his powers. The art of soul transfer between vessels had already been mastered, making everyone essentially immortal. The Parkour Master spent much of his time doing other things, spending his unlimited time learning other crafts. He became a Renaissance man, learning to write literature, sing and dance, achieved the highest amount of education possible. What else was there to do? It had been a surprise to everyone when a letter appeared in his mailbox one day, inviting him to join the wider multiverse. Aside from the confusion over what a “multiverse” was, the Parkour Master questioned exactly why he was selected, out of everyone. He was certainly not the most talented Master. In fact, he was average. But maybe that was exactly why he’d been chosen. He would come to represent everyone, and he represented them well. He showed that a Parkour Master was not only a Parkour Master, or even principally a Parkour Master. He came from a place where people lived in harmony, where people could be the best they could ever be. He showed that. There had been a great big ceremony when the portal opened up that would take him away. His society didn’t usually have great big ceremonies, which just showed how seriously everyone was taking this. The Head of State herself came to him, warmly shook his hand, and wished him luck. The Parkour Master was not afraid as he went through the portal into the other universe, even though he probably should have. Why should I be afraid, he thought to himself. Who would have a desire to hurt me? A blink, a shift, and the Parkour Master was now somewhere else. A field. A pleasant breeze. A large, white building in the distance that he had to go to. The Parkour Master began to casually stroll through the field towards his destination, and so, his journey began. Chapter 2: Music Man David E. Harpsch was certainly a strange man, and that was coming from a guy surrounded by strangeness. Sure, on the surface, it didn’t look like he was all that remarkable. Probably the strangest thing he did was wear all the strange clothes he wore, a fashion style abandoned decades ago. But his history was a roiling mess. For starters, he could not remember his parents. He recalled that his first name was taken from that of an old king from a very long time ago, and that his last name, Harpsch, was the shortened version of an instrument that king once played. His middle name, Evan, he had absolutely no idea. Surely, it meant something. It had to. He just didn’t know what. As a child with no parents, he’d gone to live in the nearby public orphanage. Life was hell there. Life was a hell everywhere in Stalin’s Russia, but in the orphanage it was especially hell, where everything from food to toothpaste to shoes were fiercely fought over. David was a bit different than the others. Underneath the toughened exterior that he was forced to develop lay a sensitive, beating heart. A heart with the love of music. When you’re desperately fighting for survival, there’s generally not a whole lot of time for music, but David made the time. Music meant that much to him. He was in tune with it, so to speak. His obsession with music was certainly weird, but what was weirder was his control over sound in general. Case in point. One time, while still in his preteen years, he’d screamed at another child in a fit of rage to get them to move out of his way. The poor boy who had been hit with the scream had his hearing shattered by the incident. It would be months until he fully recovered. A few incidents related to sound here and there. With children dying left and right, a few being injured usually won’t draw much notice. But a totalitarian state that knows all and sees all will take notice. Upon turning eighteen and wondering just what the heck he was going to do, David was literally kicked out of the orphanage only to come face-to-face with members of the KGB themselves. And so, Music Man suddenly found himself in the inner circle of those highest in power in the government. He met and sparred with Joseph Stalin himself as the older man molded him into the unit he’d need to be for the secret Soviet project known as the “Quartet”. And at the conclusion of his training, he’d received a boom box made out of the strongest material known in the USSR. No longer was he David E. Harpsch. Now, he was Music Man. What happened after that was a bit of a long story that should be told at another time. At the end of it, though, he barely managed to escape with his life. Now having been ostracized from society, he travelled the land with only the young girl who would grow to become his daughter in spirit. It was a lonely journey, a journey seemingly without end or purpose. The duo wandered this way and that, endless cold nights warmed only by the embrace of one another. He became alone. That is, until he’d caught wind of a threat. Tales of the Goose resurfacing and striking again, slaying thousands. Music Man did not care whether these rumors were true or not. His life had a purpose, now. It was like he was his younger self once again. He could use his power for something. And so, he took Natalie around in order to round up a group of people to fight the Goose. It must have been fate where, on their very first day, they found the rather broken body of a young boy, tossed randomly in the snow. Music Man went up to him and tapped his shoulder. “Hey. Hey, wake up.” Chapter 3: The Knight Natalie Bishop was an ordinary girl, and that was what made her so out of the ordinary. There were hardly any ordinary people around, after all. She didn’t remember any life before meeting Stalin. Of course, she was only four when she did meet him, and most people don't have many memories of the time before then, so that was understandable. Nothing supernatural or confusing going on there. Her innocence and free spirit would not last very long. Stalin took those things and twisted them horribly, molding her into the living weapon that she would become. There was a strange system of time manipulation that the mages had cast. Within it, time flowed differently. It was as though when a single second passed in the outside world, an entire year was passing in this slow zone. Natalie had only been six years old physically when she stepped out and completed her training, but to her, it had been centuries. She was different, now. Underneath the tentative mask of innocence was now a cold-blooded killer, trained solely in brute force in order to slaughter as many people as possible. They were like a family at that point, the Quarter. Music Man was her father, the Doctor was a rather distant grandparent, and the Mad Hatter was essentially the uncle who doesn’t know how to raise a kid at all. What a group they were. It would be them who would start the Second Soviet Civil War, plunging an entire nation into chaos. It ultimately didn’t go too well. Stalin defeated his students in the climatic final battle, forcing them to disband their righteous rebellion and go their separate ways. And the historians went to work, doing what they did best - censoring, deleting, and changing. Soon enough, every schoolboy would learn of the villainous Quartet who tried to overthrow the peaceful communist government, bringing war and pain upon the utopia known as the Soviet Union. Natalie still acted like the six-year-old that she technically was. To go out there into the public, where you were public enemy number one - well, that was a hell that nobody should be condemned to, especially a child. And so, her adoptive father David took her under her wing. It was out of necessity. Technically, Stalin had demanded that Quartet members stay away from each other, but nobody truly minded these developments. They weren’t trying to start a Third Civil War, and so they were left alone. And that was her lonely life. The dream of the new nation, dead. She wasn’t depowered, and with Music Man taking her under her wing, she wasn’t struggling to survive. But there was nothing. Just the same, constant sameness. There was nothing new under the sun. That is, until the Parkour Master one day catapulted through existence to land in her universe. Chapter 4: Joseph Stalin Joseph Stalin was a cold, hard man. From the moment it had begun, his life was harsh and difficult, filled with trials and tribulations sufficient to fill entire books. Beatings, poverty, death. That was the name of the game. The story of how he managed to become the dictator of a superpower is long enough to fill even more books. The man did not like to think about that time all that much. He had consolidated power incredibly well. He took an impoverished nation struggling to feed itself, and left it equipped with the strongest weapons in the multiverse. It had taken the worst genocide in all of the universe’s history to get there, but still. He’d even found the stories of an alternate version of him, the tale of a man who wielded mere nukes and died of something as simple as a stroke. How ridiculous. Still, though, there were things to learn. Throughout most of his time in power, Stalin engaged in a Cold War of sorts with the rival superpower headed under King Harold. The Cold War he’d heard of his inferior self waging never went hot, thanks to the existence of nukes. That was ridiculous to Stalin. Nukes were already a common weapon utilized in proxy conflicts, scientists having learned to control them to release their great energy in a small area. Besides, using one to destroy an enemy base or take out one hundred thousand of their troops seemed like a great waste considering those casualties could be recouped in literally less than one second. And besides, most of the major players, including King Ryan and Stalin, were more than capable of surviving any nuke. No point in using a weapon that didn’t even work. King Ryan and Stalin, in essence, were the nukes. If one of them ever went out into battle, the other would surely follow, and after that, massive destruction and collateral damage would follow. That was unacceptable to the both of them, and so the both of them stayed in their heavily defended fortresses. Thus, the war had remained cold. Just as in the fake Cold War Stalin read about, both sides built up their strength. King Ryan revived King Harold, created Chuck Norris, and promoted Francis Scott Key. In return, Stalin subjugated and took the power from every Russian leader in the past and the future, as well as creating a factory for generating super-soldiers: his Cookie clones. But Stalin was not satisfied with being equal. He wanted to win the war. And so began his project to create the Quartet. He would assemble four powerful individuals far greater than any other. That was his goal. He succeeded. He succeeded too well. He succeeded at making powerful beings so powerful, they were able to challenge his rule. And challenge it, they did. OOO Stalin beheaded a White Army solider with his scythe before straight-out punching through the chest of another, then throwing his corpse like a projectile into two more foes. Other members of the White Army steered clear of him, choosing instead to engage with his own foot soldiers present on the battlefield. Such weaklings they were. So pathetic. Up ahead was his beloved Quartet, working together as a cohesive unit to eliminate Stalin’s troops. They were truly so powerful. The four of them all noticed Stalin at the same time. Music Man summoned a soundwave and killed a guy without even looking at him. “Hey, there!” the Mad Hatter cried cheerfully. “How are you?” “Let’s cut to the chase.” Stalin dramatically withdrew his Saw from hammerspace. “You know the ritual. Winner takes what they want from the -” A spiked hat came from behind and tried to impale him, only to bounce off ineffectively. “Fighting dirty?” “Fighting the only way you taught me,” the Mad Hatter retorted with a wink. Stalin screamed and charged forward, sending blades flying forth, and his four pupils rushed forward to meet him. The Knight slammed her Saw into Stalin’s, using superior strength to literally push him into the ground while their weapons grinded against each other. It was elementary for Stalin to send a quick energy blast at the Knight to knock her away slightly. But then there was Music Man, blasting his soundwaves. Stalin rolled away and threw his sickle, forcing the man to dodge to the side. The Mad Hatter went forward and summoned a great many hats at the same time, forming them into the shape of a giant hammer and swinging it at Stalin. That’s strange. I never taught him that technique. Stalin pulled out his own hammer and met force with force. While the Mad Hatter’s hammer was much bigger, it was as though it was made out of paper. Stalin’s hammer ripped through it, sending hats flying everywhere. Which must have been his plan, he thought, now forced to jump around to dodge the spinning hats on the ground. The sickle came around and shredded through most of the hats, while Stalin fired more golden energy to fight the energy the Doctor was shooting from his own suit. The Knight was back, throwing more buzzsaws, and so Stalin left his shield hanging in order to counter with buzzsaws of his own. The Doctor pierced the shield and actually hit Stalin, causing him to take damage. He threw his sickle in retaliation, where it only managed to graze the thick armor ineffectively. Stalin dodged to the side, only to see the Mad Hatter chucking his hats, Music Man blasting his soundwaves, the Doctor shooting some more energy beams, and the Knight charging forward and swinging her Saw. Stalin vaulted to the side, dodging the hats. He threw his sickle, fired an energy beam off to the side, sent several buzzsaws flying, and slammed his hammer into the Knight. The Knight did not react in time, getting hit full-on. Her armor falling apart, she stumbled backwards, falling down and not getting back up. The sickle swung around to Music Man, who tried to block it with his boom box. It worked, but the golden weapon crumpled the sound-making device. Music Man desperately pounded it, trying to make it work to no avail. The Doctor shot his own energy blasts to try and counter Stalin, but it was of no use. By the time he finally realized that he should be getting out of the way, he was fully bathed in the beam. The energy shaved his armor into nothingness, leaving him in the snow. The Mad Hatter pranced about, attempting to dodge the sawblades, but it was of no use. One unfortunately stabbed him in the back, and he stiffened and fell face-first into the snow. “I’m OK!” he mumbled. “It’s clear that I’ve won this,” Stalin said. “And you all know the rules.” “Winner takes what they want from the loser. What’s your terms?” the Doctor spat. “Disband your rebellion. Remove your government. Give me back the land that belongs to me, and stay away from each other.” “And pray that we never meet again.” Chapter 5: The Doctor The hunched, small figure of a man in a black cloak walked down the metal hallway, his footsteps very nearly silent. It felt as though the atmosphere all around him was about to burst, as though some terrible thing was about to occur. The man reached a scanner. Adjusting the excessively large, white felt hat on his head, he turned and faced it. “HAT AUTHENTIC. ACCESS GRANTED.” a robotic voice stated flatly. The wall in front of him folded away, revealing a path forward, and the man hurriedly walked down it before it closed behind him. The room was absolutely bizarre. Of course, considering how eccentric the owner of the room was, this was hardly a surprise. But still, this was quite a lot. A bookshelf stood against one corner, crammed to the brim with what seemed like journals. To the other side of the room, a collection of extremely odd things were placed together on a table, including a hockey stick, a bowl of half-eaten ice cream, several sets of dice that one might use to play Dungeons and Dragons, an old laptop that looked like it was made prior to 2010, a white knight from a chess set, and a pink expo marker, among others. Across the third wall stood the obligatory pile of hats. So, so many hats. The man recognized Freddy’s, a purple jester’s, a red one with wings attached to the side, even one that appeared to resemble the original Mad Hatter’s from Alice in Wonderland. In the center of everything stood a pair of ordinary sunglasses on a raised podium. The fluorescent light in the room was placed directly above it, seeming to shine down on the unremarkable item. But of course, the man didn’t really pay any attention to this. The thing he noticed was all of the messages carved into the walls, on the floor, on the ceiling, in every available crevice and nook that there was. “Hello? Is anyone there?” “I’ve developed a taste for this.” “Please, can’t anybody help me?” “I’m scared.” “I will always be there for you.” “Celeste is a hidden gem.” What? “The true monster was inside of all of us all along.” “Everything he’s been telling you is wrong.” “Some things are best left forgotten.” “Stop lying to yourself.” “Nobody was paying any attention.” “📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎ 📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎ 📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎” “Things are never going to get better.” These messages went on and on and on, and interspersed between them were a pair of letters. “MB.” “MB,” repeated everywhere. “What does it mean, what does it mean?” the man muttered to himself. He popped a pill in his mouth - not an invincibility one, mind you. Just something to steady his nerves, keep him calm. So what if it was filled with enough drugs to kill four ordinary people? “How can I judge something perfect?” “Nobody should have to go through this.” “Shot through the heart, and you’re too late.” “Take me, but leave these good men alive.” “Nothing can save you now.” “Better check the time, that’s what the clock is for.” “Don’t pretend to know what’s going on.” “It might be hard, but I can assure you that there’s no better place to rest.” “Is this where you want to be?” “Make it stop. Please.” “Fancy seeing you here.” The man whirled to the sound of the voice. There in the doorway stood the person who made the room they both stood. “Tut, tut, tut, Doctor.” Sure, the word “mad” was in his name, but he’d never heard his companion this… angry before. “I thought you were supposed to be intelligent? Isn’t that your thing?” The man didn’t have time to respond before feeling a sudden, sharp pain through his chest. He looked down to see the thin, incredibly sharp blade through his chest. It came from the wall, he thought, just as he dropped to his knees, gargling blood. The other fellow present walked over, an absolutely insane grin on his face. “Please… don’t kill me.” “Kill you? You should know that I can’t kill you. You’ll just respawn. Besides, you still have a role to play.” The other man drew near until their two faces were just inches apart, the light shining down on them. “We’re going to have so much FUN together, you and I! HAHAHAHA!” Chapter 6: Cookie Cookie had been created for one reason, and one reason only - to be a weapon of Joseph Stalin. To be more specific, she’d been created as the first template for an elite unit that would counter King Ryan’s Royal Guard, those enormous plasmasaber-wielding men. She would be a cannon made of glass, strong and fast, wickedly smart and with a blade that was wickedly sharp. She had despised it. She despised her creator from the very beginning, filled with loathing that she was a mere pawn on a chessboard. Something to be sacrificed without more than a moment’s thought if the time called for it. She was a person, dammit, and she deserved to be treated like one. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much that she could do about it. Rebellion was never an option. And so, she kept her head down and did as told, forever waiting for a chance that didn’t seem to come. She sat there and did nothing as scientists tested on her, fine-tuning their creation. She looked on in envy as newer models of Cookie clones began to roll off production lines. It seemed that the free thinking that she possessed didn’t exist in these clones - a flaw so elegantly ironed out. It was odd, though. She was the prototype, the original version. Things were supposed to improve over time, thus, she should have been left in the dust by her newer versions. But they were not. It seemed as though that free thought was not a flaw, but rather a boon. The new Cookie clones might have been stronger and faster, but they were quite uninspired in their attack mechanisms, only moving forward in straight lines to their foe. What was intended to be an elegant weapon instead devolved into brute-force. The clones were inferior, and so Cookie swallowed her pride and carried on, killing the enemies of the Soviets. She enjoyed the killing. Perhaps it was sadistic, but it was what she was meant to do. She killed, and she killed, and she killed. If she didn’t get ten thousand in one week, she wasn’t having a good week. Things were fine for a few years, until the Quartet came. That damn Quartet. Stalin was completely obsessed with his Quartet, obsessed with the power that he would endow them with. Cookie was well aware that the rise of the Quartet would be her fall, yet she still wasn’t able to do anything about it. She trained them herself, teaching them the ways of fighting and watching their own styles of killing blossom. And oh, how she hated them. All four of them. Even five-year-old Natalie. She hated them with a passion that she didn’t know she had. OOO “Ah, Cookie!” Music Man’s voice echoed musically about the halls of Stalin’s throne room. “What a pleasure to see you here.” The fake politeness and calm demeanor of the man. It pissed her off to no end. Cookie dramatically withdrew her blade. What a thing it was, her katana. Powered up through every known means imaginable, sharp enough to cut through literally anything. The unbreakable unobtanium metal it was made out of hummed. Music Man sighed before pulling out his boom box made out of the same stuff out of hammerspace. “I’m not stupid. I know you don’t like me. Let’s just settle our difference right here, right now. How’s that -” The final words he was going to say were never spoken, for Cookie was dashing across the floor and trying to cut his head off. Music Man simply ducked. The man was a lot more agile than he looked, that was for sure. Cookie swung down at him, and Music Man blocked with his music-making device. A blast of sound directly into Cookie’s face sent her stumbling backwards for a moment. “You’re not used to actually getting hit, huh?” he taunted. “Must be nice.” Cookie growled and dropped into a fighting position, waiting for her opponent to make the next move. And move he did, as Music Man sent a triple shot of sound towards her left, her right, and straight on. With only one direction to go, Cookie jumped straight upwards, ten, fifteen feet in the air. Her body twisted about acrobatically as the soundwaves harmlessly passed under her, slamming into Stalin’s chair behind her and knocking it over. She landed softly on her feet. Music Man just watched impassively, unimpressed by the highly acrobatic display. Cookie had always wanted to test out a new attack. Now was a time better than any. She swung the sword. The very air molecules congealed and solidified before whooshing forward, an invisible projectile. It struck Music Man on the cheek. A bright, vivid cut appeared there, dripping blood. The man put a finger up and looked at the red liquid. His face hardened. Cookie’s arms felt weak. She felt as though she might fall over. The stunt had not been worth it. Music Man blasted some sound before marching right up and clubbing her over the head with the boom box. Cookie hit the deck, barely conscious. She couldn’t get up. There was too much pain. The woman opened her eyes to see an extremely pissed-off looking Music Man staring at her. Sadistically, he put his boot down on her head. Hard. Things inside were definitely breaking. She didn’t scream. She wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction. But it seemed that he’d had enough. He could tell exactly how much pain she was in, and that gave him satisfaction enough. “Don’t mess with me,” he threatened, before leaving her there, broken. Chapter 8: Francis Scott Key Francis Scott Key was no politician. He was a patriot and a proud American, but he was no politician. How he’d managed to become the leader of his nation, he had no idea. The universe that his country was a part of was right along the border of the Iron Curtain Stalin had set up. They stood there, tall and proud against the encroaching hoard of communism. It had been quite a surprise when King Ryan himself called him in. What purpose did he have in the grand schemes of the multiverse? Why did one of the two most powerful men want to speak with him? Apparently, the King had seen potential in him. Francis had been promoted into third-in-command and began to undergo serious training, in order to gain strength. It was as though his will and his love for his country manifested itself into real power. An energy that he could manipulate so long as his strength did not falter. A flag with stars and stripes on it, a musket, an ordinary sword. That was all he needed. He went out and fought in battles, supporting the preferred side in the proxy wars against Stalin. The reincarnated King Harold and the incredibly strong Chuck Norris became his strongest allies and best friends. They were a trio, those three. They covered each other’s weaknesses and boosted each other’s strengths: a true team. It wasn’t crafted in a lab or indoctrinated into them as children. It was just there. To Francis, this was nothing new. He was used to relying on willpower and determination to defeat a technologically superior force. It was how he helped his country reach independence, after all. And that was his story. That was his life. OOO It was just another day. King Ryan had called in Francis, probably sending him off to one battle or another. The golden throne room was absolutely enormous. It seemed as though every enormous throne room was constructed by the same architect, because they all looked identical. If that was true, they really needed to find some inspiration, because their creativity was truely lacking. “Francis,” King Ryan asked. “Yes, my king?” “There’s a whole bunch of strange activity going on in your very own country. I’m asking you to go investigate it. Use any amount of force you deem necessary.” “Just me, sire?” “I’m sending Chuck and the Old King along with you at the nearest opportunity. Don’t worry.” “As you like it, sire.” OOO And so it would be that Francis would return to his home world. It didn’t seem that anything was amiss, which was a bit alarming. A flat, open plain everywhere. Visibility was high, everything was clear, yet nothing seemed wrong, which did, in fact, indicate that something was definitely wrong. Suddenly, Francis heard the sound of chattering. It sounded like a whole chorus was chanting something behind him. “Fin. Fin. Fin.” Francis turned, and where there was nothing before, now dozens of short, squat, dark creatures in cloaks stood. They shuffled towards him mindlessly, chanting the same one-syllable word under their breath. Francis drew his sword. These things, whatever they were, definitely looked hostile. And if it was a fight they wanted, well, it was a fight that they’d get. Chapter 10: Corrupted Sans All power comes with a price. Some gain their power by birthright. They have to live with a thing that they don’t understand, permanently. Others obtain it through intense training. The price there is paid in sweat, blood, and tears. Still others attempt to artificially install it. Something gets lost along the way when that happens, though. It’s never easy. Take Corrupted Sans. Once upon a time, he wasn’t Corrupted Sans. He was simply a normal Sans, one of many Sanses across the wide, wide multiverse. There wasn’t anything particularly special about him. The human had chosen to repeat a genocide run, over and over again. Each time, Sans tried to stop them, and each time, he failed. He was strong, yes, but he could not stand up to the power of determination. They were stronger than him. Each time, Sans didn’t quite perfectly forget everything. He’d always find little clues out and about, things that seemed out of place. They’d help remind him of what was going on. Did he place those himself, in a different timeline? Was some other force at work here? Sans did not know. It eventually got to the point where he was constantly racing against the clock in each timeline, trying to find something, anything that could stop the human. He inevitably failed, being given only a couple hours at most before it was time for the next inevitable fight. Oh, those fights. Sans never tried any harder. He never tried to not show up, or to go off-script. Then, the human would know something was up. Better to just keep them in the dark about his intentions for as long as possible, no matter how many times he would have to die for that to happen. Timelines passed. The knife of the child rose and fell, rose and fell. And all the while, Sans searched, until he finally discovered where he could find the power that he needed to stop the madness. OOO “Do you want to have a bad time? Because if you take another step forward,” The human had already taken another step forward, which was unusual. What was more unusual was the sight of Sans clutching a vial filled with red liquid in his phalanges. “You’re not gonna like what happens next.” Sans chugged it down. Pure determination, taken from the secret sub-basement of the True Lab. Honestly, he had no idea it even existed. Alphys hid it so well that it took hundreds of timelines to find it. The skeleton began to convulse. He closed his eyes as the human stabbed at him. He automatically dodged to the side without spending a single ounce of effort. Sans opened his eye. The one on the left was glowing a fiery, hellish red. The human gritted their teeth and went in for another attack, only to immediately be impaled with bones out of nowhere, then shot to pieces with a Gasterblaster. The red heart appeared, shattering into a million pieces. “Heh, heh.” Sans spoke aloud. Since he appeared to be alone, one might assume that he was going insane, but he was most definitely not alone. “I’m the most determined being, now. The reset button.” He pulled it out of his jacket pocket and waved it. “Is mine.” Immediately after this braggadocious boast, Sans dropped to his knees. This was what he was afraid of. His body was melting, unable to handle the power he’d placed in it. Sans had died before, but this was far more painful than anything the human had unleashed. It felt like he was being stabbed with knives all over, constantly. There was only one person he knew who could solve this. OOO Waterfall The door that wasn’t supposed to be there appeared. Sans stumbled inside, trying to hold his rapidly collapsing body together. The figure in the dark cloak who spoke in hands stood there, smiling, as though it had been patiently waiting for the skeleton this entire time. “Hey… I kinda need some help…” “ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ “ Suddenly, Sans was not collapsing and dying. The power of determination was no longer consuming him. He turned to thank his savior, but the latter was already gone. OOO Sans - now Corrupted Sans - would leave Snowdin. He buried himself in that sub-basement in the True Lab that he knew no one else could reach. He had changed. He was now a threat to his family and friends, and he knew it. This was how things had to be. It was almost a relief when the darkness came for him. He’d won, but it didn’t feel like a victory. He almost wished that he’d died before getting corrupted, so he wouldn’t have to live like this. And now, here was this… thing. It looked threatening and evil. Surely, it would kill him. It did not. Chapter 11: The King of the Ladder In an ordinary universe, the King would have been considered a being of great power. In his own, however, he was merely above average. After all, what was the worth of a king when gods walked about casually? Oh, he tried. He tried his very hardest to gain more power. He built an enormous suit of armor to help him, to increase his strength and durability. He honed the abilities he already had, increasing the size of his hammer and improving his coin-throwing abilities. He increased the production of his factories, creating the strongest soldiers any would find in the multiverse. It worked, mostly. He became relevant. Even if you took the Principal and the Goose out of the equation, the King could still proudly say that his universe was the most powerful out of any other. And yet, the two opposing sides of the Cold War had whole matrices of universes from which to draw troops and power. The King was well aware that either of them could have defeated him should the Principal not intervene. He loved his home. It was the original universe, or so he had been told. He had no desire to see it plunged into war and destruction. Not to mention that the Core was in his universe, somewhere. Only the Principal and the Jester knew where it was. Should something happen to it, the consequences would be disastrous. And so, he utilized classical diplomatic strategy. One does not become a king without knowledge of complete classical diplomatic strategy. Both sides put great pressure on him to join them, but he stoically remained in his neutral position, vaguely threatening to join the other side should either group do something that wasn’t in his interest. Eventually, he’d help found the Non-Aligned Movement, a group of universes which refused to side with or against any major power. The fact that there were others like him was a great inspiration, even if his movement quarrelled and fought with one another sometimes. Yet still, the “war” dragged on. It was like a great chess game, and the King had been appointed to arbiter over two volatile players who would most definitely beat him up if he got in the way. OOO “Sir King.” One of the footmen came forward, a serious expression on his face. “I have bad news.” “Can’t you see that I’m busy?” The King was in a bit of an irritable mood that day. The Mad Hatter had recently arrived, claiming to be a diplomat, and playing host to him was more of a trouble than expected. “We’ve discovered two traitors attempting to overthrow you, sir King,” the footman whispered. The King sat bolt upright. “WHO DARES?!” he shouted, spittle flying forth. The doors to the throne room blew open, and two figures were dragged forward by a whole platoon of soldiers. The King wasn’t all that surprised to see the Mad Hatter as one of them, but the other… “Jester?” the King whipshered in disbelief. The two insane men were slowly dragged forward. Unfortunately, the room was hundreds of feet long, and they weren’t moving all that quickly, so it took several minutes for them to reach the King. The King continued to stand there, red-faced and almost comically angry. Finally, the party reached the foot of the throne. A few guards shoved them to their knees, hands bound behind backs physically and magically. A sword was pressed against each throat, an axe ready to chop, spells ready to be casted, crossbows loaded and fingers on the triggers of machine guns. “Sir King, the evidence.” One of the two dozen or so soldiers stepped forward. “We have audio recording of the two plotting treason together, as well as physical papers with plans written on them. We also found a mind-controller server with a hat and Jester’s scythe, whom we quickly neutralized.” A tape recorder, a stack of papers, a bloody hat, and one of the Jester’s cloned scythes were placed on the ground. The King did not look at it. “Jester. How could you?” The Jester looked at him with a blank expression, saying nothing. “You disgust me. Guards, take them away to the deepest cell in the dungeon.” The guards did not move, staring at the King. “Guards?” The Jester snapped his fingers, making the invisible hats on top of the guard’s heads appear visible. They all drew their various weapons. The Mad Hatter got up on his feet and spread his arms, his hands bound no longer. “Sir King, welcome to your coup d’etat.” OOO The duo stepped back and let the guards rush forward. One swung their sword, another blasted the King with golden light, a third swung a pair of nunchucks, a fourth lobbing a grenade. The King perfectly threw a coin at the grenade, where it landed in a crowd of three soldiers and exploded. It didn’t kill them, but it was certainly sufficient to send them into unconsciousness and knock them out of the fight. A duck and a hop. Slam the hammer, get hit by the light. Give a little to take a little. One by one, the guards fell, even while the King held back. These were his own men. They were good people. He wasn’t going to kill them. The last guard charged and tried to punch the King. The monarch shoved him backwards with great force, slamming him into the ground. The Jester threw his scythe, and the Mad Hatter threw the hat on his head. The King battered both of the items backward with his hammer, his two opponents swiftly catching them as they returned. The three fighters stood there, sizing each other up carefully, dozens of unconscious guards surrounding them. The Mad Hatter began to throw different hats all about, not even aiming at the King. They bounced off of all different surfaces, quickly creating the equivalent of a bullet hell. The King smashed his way through the hats, letting them sink into his thick armor when necessary. But then there was the Jester, hopping from hat to hat on a beeline to the monarch. The hammer swung. It directly connected with the Jester’s chest, then passed right through it. Before the King could realize what happened, the real, non-illusionary Jester kicked him over from behind. Forty hats impaled the poor man, who did not get up. “Hey, it was a good attempt. Sir, King,” the Mad Hatter mocked. “I’m really sorry about this,” the Jester said. “Actually, I’m not, now that I think about it. ” The two of them came into view above the King. “How shall we kill him?” Before either of them could do anything, they both collapsed to the floor. Hundreds of non-hypnotized soldiers flooded into the throne room, throwing the Hatter and the Jester to the floor and violently attacking them. Completely caught off-guard, neither of them were able to put up more than token resistance before being pummeled into submission. The King got up and regally plucked a few hats out of his armor. “See, this is why you two lost,” he explained. “I have an army and an entire universe which stands with me. You two are on your own. Thank you for your help, guards. Please take them away,” Completely unconscious, the Mad Hatter was literally dragged across the floor, his hat falling off his head with a plop. The Jester was beaten and bloodied, but still able to form words. “This isn’t the end, Sir King!” he called out. “A time is quickly coming, when you will have need of us both! I hope you learn humility when that time comes!” The King just scoffed before turning away. He’d need to wait for his armor to mend. No time for silly prophecies from jokesters. Chapter 12: The Jester The Jester was an agent of chaos. Discord, entropy, whatever you want to call it. That was his one sole purpose for existing. Of course, this put him in the unenviable job of being diametrically opposed to the Principal, that great force of order. It was a bit unfair. The Principal at time was like a god, while the Jester, for all his tricks and power, was still merely a man. That Principal. So uptight, sometimes. The chaos that the Jester spread was fun. Him and the Principal were always opposed to each other. It was the conflict that would frame the entire multiverse for most of its tenure. Before World War II and the ensuing Cold War, before the second revival of KOTL, before the Great Combining of the universes that few remembered, before most people even knew he existed. The Principal, for all his power, was always one step behind. The struggle would never end. That was how things were. When the Jester paused and questioned exactly why he was doing all of this, he couldn’t come up with any good answer. It had been ages since the dawn of existence and his creation, after all. One could hardly expect one’s memory to hold for that long. Some days, the Jester longed that the insanity of it all would end. He wished that he and the Principal could one day sit together at a table as old friends. Perhaps share a laugh over the time the Jester stole the Core, or recall the times they’d fought the Goose side-by-side, as comrades. But those times were far away. The end of all this madness was very, very far away. OOO The fourteen people stood about in the Mayor’s office, getting prepared for their final foray. The end was nigh, and everyone could feel it. The Jester flexed his fingers and swung his scythe a little through the air, feeling a great amount of force and destruction behind each basic attack. It felt as though if he swung hard enough, he could carve a hole through space-time. The once-sturdy fabric of reality almost felt fragile. “So this is the type of power that you’ve always had,” the Jester said aloud. The Principal teleported over to him. “It’s always required a great amount of restraint.” “I don’t think that we’re going to be exercising much restraint in this upcoming fight.” The King of the Ladder treaded over. “You know, Jester, you were right, somehow. I did end up needing you. How on earth did you know that I would end up needing you?” “It was honestly just dumb luck, sir King,” the Jester replied. “I say ridiculous things all the time. Sooner or later, some of them come true.” “Why do I get the feeling that you’re not telling us the whole story?” the Principal wondered aloud. “That’s all there is to it. You can choose to believe it, or not.” “Do either of you have any idea what fate has in store for us?” the King asked. “None of us even have an inkling about what we’re going up against.” The Jester looked over at the Octoling Shopkeeper and bit back a bit of a snicker at the King’s non-intentional pun. “We’re the good guys, yes?” he said once he’d managed to collect himself. “And the good guys always win.” “That’s a bit of a naive outlook,” the Principal cynically inserted. “You need to expand your story consumption beyond children’s books. The good guys don’t always win.” “The good guys usually win.” “Let’s hope your optimism sees us through this, then. For KOTL.” “For KOTL.” “For KOTL.” Chapter 13: The Mad Hatter People don’t go insane for no reason. In fact, it’s very difficult to drive an ordinary person to insanity. Even average human beings have a great ability to handle adversity. OOO It was just another day. The sun shone above the school, seeming to promise warmth and joy to all of its inhabitants. “Jerry!” The young woman very nearly dashed across campus grounds to greet her friend. The friend in question turned and smiled widely, tipping the oversizing hat on his head to her as though he was an old-timey gentleman. “Ah! Well, if it isn’t my dear friend Maddy,” he cheerfully greeted. “Mon amour, comment vas-tu?” “Tout va bien, monsieur,” she very nearly giggled back. The boy walked and sat on a nearby bench, the girl following close behind. “You know, mademoiselle.” He paused for a bit, contemplating his next words. “The future does not seem so dark if I face it with you.” “Jerry.” She seemed to pause, too, before taking a breath. She took one of his hands in both of hers. “I’ll always be there for you.” OOO Some time later. It was just so much fun, watching things burn. Watching decades-old monuments collapse, watching the chaos spread, watching people die. The Mad Hatter had already been broken long before he ended up in Stalin’s “care”. That’s what a broken heart can do. He didn’t even need any pushing. He wasn’t even supposed to be back here, at where his end began. He looked around for anyone alive. He’d wanted to say goodbye to her for one last time. Maybe say a few seductive words in French, just for old time’s sake. He strode through the carnage and destruction. It was like a jaunt through hell itself, and he was absolutely loving every minute of it. One member of security who was somehow still alive staggered out of a broken building. He pulled out a pistol and opened fire. The man simply sighed, placed a metal hat in the way, and killed the man with a spiked piece of headgear before the latter even knew what was happening. A few more paces, and the glint of something shiny gaunt the Hatter’s eye. Like a kid excitedly chasing after something, he walked over quickly and picked it up. The charred, twisted mess of what had once been a pair of sunglasses was shaking. No, the hand that was holding it was shaking. A few feet away was a great pile of rubble. Poking out of it was a soft arm that wasn’t moving. The Mad Hatter hadn’t felt emotion in a long time. His entire “insanity” act was just that - an act. A persona. He put it on like a mask, trying to desperately reassure himself that he wasn’t actually insane. But seeing the sight of what surely must have been her completely broke whatever inside him was still whole. He’d killed her. She’d promised to be there for him, to be his moral compass, and now she was gone. He cried there, next to an uncaring corpse. Great sobs wracked his body, and he cried and cried until his artificially made body had very nearly cried itself dry, which was truly something impressive. The thing had been designed to basically have all the fluid it would ever need, after all. What was clearly a Russian soldier stumbled through the destruction, sweating and cursing loudly before finally finding the young man on the ground. “Stalin says he needs you. Come on.” There was nothing else to do but go, and so, he left. OOO Jervis would never speak another word of French. Such a silly thing, he knew, barely even counting as a symbolic gesture. Nobody knew and nobody cared. Why would they care? He was a weapon, a volatile method of destruction meant to be used in battle and war. Not one single person would ever give him a moment’s thought, he was sure of it. Soviet superscience managed to perfectly repair the sunglasses. He was still so obsessed that he turned to professional scientists and asked them to fix an article of eyewear. Ridiculous, truly, but that was what happened. On some days, when he knew that nobody important was looking at his face, he’d put them on. It was the last bit of her left in all reality - the only way he could try to get a tiny bit closer to her. The future wasn’t supposed to be this dark. Everything was dark when he wore those sunglasses. From that moment on, the Mad Hatter was a changed man. He kept up his mask, his persona, just for the sake of normalcy. Deep down, though, he was a killer. He hated all of reality for conspiring to do this to him, and he’d stop at nothing to destroy it all himself, piece by piece. OOO And that dark inspiration would be the driving cause for him taking the fight to Finis. Not out of any moral sense of good - no such thing existed within him anymore. It was him and only him who had the right to destroy the multiverse. He’d lost everything else - nobody was allowed to take that away from him. As he unleashed the most deadly hat to ever be thrown and watched as reality itself collapsed around him, he reflected that perhaps he hadn’t entirely failed in that goal. At least some of the multiversal destruction was his fault, right? An objects abruptly came out of nowhere and smashed into him. Several nukes exploded in close proximity, sending him flying through the air helplessly. He hit the floor, mortally wounded. “I… I can’t wait to see you again.” His voice croaked as he lay on the ground, his last moments filled with delusion and true insanity. At long last, he was finally living up to his name. He tried to remember the next part of the line. Music Man always liked singing the first part, but the Mad Hatter could only barely remember the second. Ah, who cared? Nobody could hear him. No one would mind if he messed up slightly. “It is only a ma-matter of time…” Chapter 14: The Principal The one in charge. The man upstairs. The symbol of order. The first character. The Principal had picked up a lot of different names, all of which were basically true to some extent. For the longest time, he was the most powerful being in existence. Empires rose and fell. Extremely powerful beings and beings claiming to be extremely powerful clashed all across the universes. Importance and relevance changed hands rapidly, transferring back and forth between different people and places. And through it all, the Principal observed. He remembered his beginning, which was a rare quality indeed. He vaguely recalled his time when he had barely been fleshed out, when he couldn’t even open his mouth and speak, when he was barely anything more than the carbon copy of another character. He had a beginning. And everything with a beginning has an end. That was the one certainty. OOO The Principal just shook his head. The Mayor and the Devil may have been polar opposites morally, but they were completely identical in terms of stubbornness. He was not a front-line fighter. Why did they not understand that? “Hey. Principal.” The Parkour Master walked up to him, craning his neck slightly to look him in the eye. “Yes, PK?” “I have a question.” “Ask away.” “Why didn’t the Goose kill me? It’s a killing machine. How am I still alive? I should be dead. Twice.” The Principal sighed. “I don’t know the whole story, but I can try to tell you what I know.” “Please.” “Basically, you are a being of equivalent power to the Goose.” The Parkour Master scoffed. “Yes, that’s how it managed to curb-stomp me twice in a row.” “Believe it or not, that’s the truth of it. And when a being is that powerful, it’s very, very difficult to kill them. A body can be beaten, destroyed, utterly ripped apart, but that does not necessarily mean that the soul within has been killed.” “Really.” “Really. And I dare say that every being in the entire multiverse with that unlimited potential has been gathered here today.” The two of them looked around the room. Music Man was petting Natalie on the head affectionately, while the Mad Hatter laughed his head off at a joke the Jester was making. The King and Stalin were comparing their hammers with one another, while Cookie was actually smiling as she danced about with the Octoling Shopkeeper. Francis Scott Key solemnly cleaned his gun, and Corrupted Sans and Flowey stared at one another with something that almost looked like mutual respect. The fourteen of them. So few, yet so many. So many stories told and untold, and it was all about to come to an end. Right here, right now. “That’s also why the Goose couldn’t kill any of your companions during your second encounter with it,” the Principal went on. “You are all beings of equivalent power. Of course, that means that you could only hurt the Goose just as much as it could hurt you. None of you - none of us have the potential to kill that thing.” “So… was the main reason for this entire campaign pointless?” “No, my boy.” The Principal shook his head. “You stand for something. That’s more than most can say. You fought and bled for the moral good that you stood for. Would you call that ‘pointless’?” “I guess not.” The centuries-old man and the Principal stood there in silence for a little more. “But now we’re going up against something that can kill the Goose. All bets are off,” the Principal intoned solemnly. “We have won every fight - well, nearly every fight before this. We can do this.” There was not a trace of doubt in the Parkour Master’s voice. The Mayor and the Devil opened a dark portal. It was time to go. The two shared one last look, both of them filled with determination. They would make this final battle go their way. They had to. OOO The battle was not going their way. The King of the Ladder’s armor had been entirely shattered by one dark minion or another. He was now just a man - a large, strong, imposing man, but still. Just a man. The Principal teleported over, not even caring that Asriel was getting sliced by Finis. “Sir King, you have to get out of here.” “No! I will not let all the world’s kingdoms be destroyed!” The King surged forward towards Finis, only being halted by a flicker of Core Energy from the Principal. A moment of thought, and a bright, shining portal came into existence. Seeing this, the Doctor began to summon the Infinity Stones. A diversion. “I made it so that this portal leads to the very distant future,” the Principal explained. “You need to go through it.” “But if we lose here, then there is no point going into the future!” the King cried out in anguish. “Sir King.” The Principal looked directly into the man’s eyes. “This battle has already been lost. One of us needs to survive.” “Then you go! I will hold Finis off so you can escape,” the King retorted, putting his life on the line without a second thought. “Or at the very least, the Parkour Master. He’s just a kid!” “He’s not a kid,” the Principal intoned. “I can’t explain. It has to be you. For all of existence to function correctly. Just… trust me.” Finis threw its sword at the Doctor. It tore straight through the rainbow beam of light before piercing him directly through his chest. The man fell to the ground, mortally wounded and about to die. The King took a step into the portal before turning back and looking at the Principal one last time. “For KOTL.” “For KOTL,” the Principal reaffirmed. Finally, the King stepped through, and the portal closed just in time for Finis to turn and look. “Principal.” Time paused. The Parkour Master froze in place, an angry expression on his face as he battled unmoving foes. Every particle across pan-existence stood still. “Do you take me for a fool? I am aware of what you’ve done. Sending KOTL forward in time, eh?” Finis’ words slammed against the Principal’s consciousness. “Can you stop me?” the Principal challenged. “I can go back in time.” “The time for you to go back in time has already passed. The timeline is fixed. You can’t change it.” Finis seemed to take a breath in, the cloak rising and falling. “Not a bad trick, I admit. Not a bad saving throw.” Time unfroze. Everything began to move again. “I actually have a modicum of respect for you. Therefore, I’ll put some effort into dispatching you.” In an instant, Finis was there, throwing a punch made of dark energy quite similar to the Fins. The Principal brought all the strength and hope and power of the multiverse together into his fists and made a shield. It turned out that the battle had essentially destroyed the multiverse itself at this point. Finis punched through the shield with ease, continuing on to connect with the Principal. In the tiny fraction of a second before he lost all consciousness, the Principal reflected that perhaps not all hope was lost. Everything with a beginning has an end, but each end has the ability to open into another beginning.

This is where we can mess around with our simulations without spamming the KOTL thread. Winners: Nubby x2 CP x2 Auk Dragon

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Some light in a dark void that's outside of the expanding multiverse: ”I've won gold and glory...” A voice says coming from the light. “Yes, no one will survive me. I will be the darkness...” Inside the Multiverse in a small universe: ”Slurp.” More noodle slurps. Young lad Ham continues to slurp his delicious noodles on the counter. Togepi runs over annoyed by the loud slurps. “Can you shut your annoying sounds?” Togepi said really impatient. “Whatever.” Ham says as he chomps on a slice of ham(bruh). The alarms go off once again, but this time it was different. It sounded like a blowing horn. “We have a visitor!” Angel shouts. Everyone was excited to see who it was. Opening the door, two girls were in wide shock. It was not a visitor but a small crate. “Careful.” Toxic said with caution. The girls didn't listen and opened the crate. Inside the crate was a small message. Quach walked over and picked it up. “It says I'm coming to destroy everything. I will kill all of you.” Quach said. Toxic suddenly pulled out a blaster and destroyed the note. “That was a Viper note.” Toxic said with fear. “It tempts you to be scared and then it will control your body. That means the old KOTL player has returned.” He was shaking a lot. Hip spoke up and said, “You mean him? No way. We killed him for good!” “I'm afraid he's alive.” Toxic said shaking his head. “Flame Thief used to be a powerful warrior. He was one of the warriors who fought against Ultrian's army. He was killed or so we thought. Then, he got killed by us when he wanted to take over the world, but somehow he's still alive.” “So now we have two threats.” Angel said upsettingly. “We're doomed for sure.” “Do not panic yet.” Toxic said. “This is only a theory. A worse case could be a corrupted friend of ours. In the prison of Ultrian: “I can feel it. My strength is growing.” The demon laughed. “Xavius, you don't need to beat the KOTL players. I'm going to face them myself. But I'll give you one more chance to beat them.” “Yes master.” Xavius grinned. “This time, it's gonna be circuit-crazy!” In the void outside of the Multiverse again: An explosion happens. ”BEHOLD, THE POWER OF ZYKON!!!” At the base inside the Multiverse: It was quiet, and then... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. It was a huge explosion. Glass materials shattered onto the ground. Kotl players were screaming everywhere. Even Toxic who usually knew what to do just panicked. At somewhere far away, Needle and Cyberians fell to the ground from the explosion. “STOP. STAY CALM.” Needle yelled but the Cyberians were dead. “Fools!!!” Needle said in rage.