So just in case you hadn’t heard, which you probably didn’t unless you have a Subscription to the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News, I have been Spared the Indignity of beeing sent to that Highly Unpleasant Detention Hive somewhere off the Coast of the Gulf of Mexico. I was just about to bee Forcibly Boarded onto one of Red Eye’s WTF Outbound Flights when my Lawyer, S.O.Bee, showed up with a Restraining Order, a copy of my Hive I.D. (the one with the Daisy in the upper right hand corner), and Proof of Gainful Employment that my Editor was mostly Kind enough to Issue on my Beehalf. Of course, I was a bit Surprised about that one, beecause I was completely pretty sure that I had been Fired by my Editor after I’d failed to Wake Up right away at the beeginning of the new Warm Season. But, as it turns out, my friend, Rudy Bee (who works as an Investigative Reporter) Spoke to my Editor and convinced him that he should Hire me back as an Impartial Editorial Observer for the Paper - something I’m very good at doing sometimes, probably.

Anyway. After filling out some Paperwork, I was allowed to return Home to my ShoeBox, where my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, and Potato, my Sensory-Impaired Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug were waiting.

“It is so very good to have you back Safe and Sound,” Kevin said. “I was very concerned about your Well-Beeing beecause, as you know, you’re the Best Uncle in the World, and I love you, and the very Thought of you beeing sent away to that Terrible Place was much more than any of us could stand. So Welcome Home.”

“I, too,” Potato said, “am beeyond Pleased that you Escaped the Clutches of Krunch McKowsky and that we can Resume our Efforts to Bolster your Emotional Health. I am here for you anytime you need to Discuss the Highly Unpleasant Ordeal you’ve just been through.”

“Thank you,” I said, “it’s very good to bee Home again. I plan to spend the rest of the Day just taking it Easy, and enjoying a nice, refreshing Nectar Fizz and munching on some of Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™.”

“About that,” Kevin said. “You should know that Queen Darla has decided to rename Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Cookies - they’re now to bee called ‘Queen Darla’s Magic Biscuits’. Most of us refuse to call them that, and Great Grandma Gee Gee is more than upset about this whole thing, but the Queen has issued a Royal Decree, so some of the bees in the Hive are now using the New Name - but not most of us. We like the old Name.”

“You know,” I said, “it seems as if a Lot has Changed since I’ve been asleep, but I will bee part of the Swarm that continues to call Gee Gee’s Cookies by their real name. So I very much want a Platter full of those, a Nectar Fizz, and to just take off my Shoes and Relax - right after I used the Bathroom.”

“I am afraid that will have to Wait, Uncle,” Kevin informed me. “The fact is that your Editor has demanded to See You as soon as you were Released from Krunch’s Custody - Or Else - which just happens to bee Right Now. So you have to go do that.”

“Fine,” I said. “But I do need to use the Bathroom first.”

“Fine,” Kevin said.

So that’s what I did, then I went to see my Editor who told me that I Owe him Bigtime and that he wanted me to start Reporting on the Fabricated Truth of what’s happening under Queen Darla’s Regime.

So I’m gonna do that.