Barry:
No, sir.
(Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles pollen as he goes)
Pollen Jock #1:
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.
Barry:
That's amazing. Why do we do that?
Pollen Jock #1:
That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
Barry:
Cool.
Pollen Jock #1:
I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. could be daisies. Don't we need those?
Pollen Jock #2:
Copy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.
Pollen Jock #1:
Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?
Pollen Jock #2:
Affirmative.
(The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are obviously just tennis balls)
Ken:
(In the distance) That was on the line!
Pollen Jock #1:
This is the coolest. What is it?
Pollen Jock #2:
I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.
Pollen Jock #1:
Yeah, fuzzy.
(Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
Pollen Jock #3:
Chemical-y.
(The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
Pollen Jock #1:
Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
(The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of one of the tennis balls)
Pollen Jock #2:
My sweet lord of bees!
Pollen Jock #3:
Candy-brain, get off there!
Pollen Jock #1:
(Pointing upwards) Problem!
(A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck to)
Barry:
Guys!
Pollen Jock #2:
This could be bad.
Pollen Jock #3:
Affirmative.
(Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick to it)
Barry:
Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy.
(Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is still stuck to the ball)