NARRATOR: (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard) "According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway, because bees don't care what humans think is impossible."

BARRY BENSON: (Barry is picking out a shirt) "Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black." "Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little."

JANET BENSON: "Barry! Breakfast is ready!"

BARRY: "Coming! Hang on a second." (Barry uses his antenna like a phone) "Hello?"

ADAM FLAYMAN: (Through phone)

• Barry?

BARRY:

• Adam?

ADAM:

• Can you believe this is happening?

BARRY:

• I can't. I'll pick you up. (Barry flies down the stairs)

MARTIN BENSON: "Looking sharp."

JANET: "Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those."

BARRY: "Sorry. I'm excited."

MARTIN: "Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's."

JANET: "Very proud." (Rubs Barry's hair)

BARRY: "Ma! I got a thing going here."

JANET: "You got lint on your fuzz."

BARRY: "Ow! That's me!"

JANET: "Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Bye!"

(Barry flies out the door)

JANET: "Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!"