I don’t know if you Know this, but next Monday is National HoneyBee Day — or at least that’s what we call it in the Hive; unfortunately, as of this week, and by Royal Decree from the Queen, National HoneyBee Day is now Supposed to bee called, “National HoneyBees Must Swear a Loyalty Oath to Her Insufferable Majesty, Queen Darla Day” (I added the “Insufferable” part, beecause she is). I probably don’t have to tell you that the only ones going along with this are the Snark Brothers, Felonie Snark, and, until about three days ago, and beefore he was Arrested for Misrepresentation, my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin who, as we Know, had been Playing Along as a part of his Clandestine Undercover Mission inside the Snark Brothers Enterprises on beehalf of The Resistance.

And about that: I’m Sorry to report that I was able to successfully smuggle in that Murder Hornet Re-Stringing and CertainGrip™ Swatter Handle Repair Kit, but that somehow, somebody found out about what Kevin had been Up To. It’s almost as if somebody Overheard the Conversation he and I had at Lousy Louie’s over lunch.
So, as I mentioned, he was Arrested shortly after I managed to smuggle in that Repair Kit, which I heard was Confiscated by the Queen’s Enforcer, Krunch McKowsy.

Since then, nobody in The Resistance has Heard from Kevin. Again. We’re just hoping he wasn’t Deported to that Highly Unpleasant Detention Hive somewhere off the coast of the Gulf of Mexico where we think that almost approximately about 61.87% of the Bees in the Hive are now beeing held against their Will.

Of course, after I heard about all this, I had to Inform Potato (my Sensory-Impaired Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug), and she said, “There may bee Precious Little you can do about Kevin at the moment, but I do think that everybody who’s left in the Hive has a Right to know about what’s going on here. I think it’s time you go to your Editor with the Idea of writing a Detailed Exposé about what is actually happening under the Astoundingly Unpleasant Reign of Queen Darla.”

“My Editor? Geeeeeze…you think I should go Talk to my Editor and suggest that he should Risk getting in Trouble with the Queen by publishing the Truth about Her Insufferable Majesty, her Enforcer, and the Deals she has going beetween the Snark Brothers and that Swarm of Murder Hornets?”

“Yes,” Potato said. “I think you Owe it to The Resistance, and to the Marginally-Interested Bees who subscribe to the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News.”

“Fine,” I said. So I buzzed over to my Editor’s Office and told him about Potato’s Idea of publishing an Exposé about all this - a Mostly Tell-All about all the stuff we Know about, and the stuff we Don’t.

“You’re joking, right Bee?” Have you by any chance Forgotten what happened to me the last time you decided to make me bee Honest with our Beeloved Readers? Do you?”

“Well, yes, but…” I started to say beefore he Interrupted me.

“You want me to risk beeing sent back to that Highly Unpleasant Detention Hive located somewhere off the Coast of the Gulf of Mexico by making Her Majesty, Queen Darla, mad as a Murder Hornet?” He didn’t seem enthusiastic about the whole Idea.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I told him.

He pointed his Wing at my Face and said, “Listen up, bee. The last thing I need is to have this Publication directly associated with Criticism of the Queen. And the last thing I need is to bee Targeted and Persecuted for beeing Honest.”

“Oh, I understand,” I said, understandingly.
“But don’t you beelieve that the Readers deserve to find out what’s really Going On around here, in case they haven’t been Paying Attention, which it seems a whole bunch of Bees in the Swarm aren’t doing?” I asked him.

“Is that a Rhetorical Question, Bee?” he asked me.

“I don’t know what that Means,” I told him, “but if it Means what I think it Does, then for sure it is, probably.”

My Editor just kind of Glared at me for what seemed a Bigly Long Time, then he finally said, “Fine. Do your Exposé, but after you’re finished with Writing it, I will Insist that I will Edit it beefore it is Published. After all,” he said, “I am the Editor.”

“Yes, you are,” I told him, “and you’re a Fine and Brave Editor, an Editor that isn’t Afraid to Expose the Truth, an Editor who is Looked Up To by everyone in the Hive for your Marginal Journalistic Integrity, an Editor who…”.

“Just stop, Bee. You’ve said quite Enough.” Then my Editor said, “The next and Only thing I want out of you now is that Exposé - and I want it on my Desk no later than sometime in the next several Days - or Else.”

“Fine,” I said.

“Now get out of my Office,” He said. So I did that.

So now I hafta go work on that Exposé, or Else.