Okay, so I have to make this Quick beecause in about two hours ago, I have to meet my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, at Lousy Louie's. He's Agreed to bee a Character Witness at my Upcoming Trial.
  
"Uncle Georgie," he said after he delivered the Honey so my New Friends and I could bee Released on Bail last week.
"Yes?" I asked him.
"You're the best Uncle in the world, and I love you, but sometimes, you’re Trouble. I have to say that sometimes you don't seem to bee as Aware as you perhaps Should Bee when it comes to sharing Swarm Secrets," he said.
"That's what S.O.Bee said," I told him (S.O.Bee is my Lawyer, you know). 
"Yes, he told me," Kevin continued, "which is why he has asked me to spend some time with you. We need to go over the Testimony we need to give at your Upcoming Trial. You need to bee able to Explain to the Royal Court why you Did what you Did, and I, as your Character Witness, need to Tweak what I'm going to say about you so that I also don't end up in Custody on Perjury Charges."
"We wouldn't want that," I told him.
"No, we would not," Kevin said. "But in the meantime, go home to your ShoeBox, get Cleaned Up, use the Bathroom, then get some rest. We'll meet at Lousy Louie's next Tuesday at Noon O'Clock sharp, by which time you need to have figured out how to Explain Yourself to the Court."
"Fine," I said.
"Until then," Kevin continued, "I don't want to bee Falsely Charged with Complicity, so it's best we are not Seen together - so you go your way, I'll go mine."
"Fine," I said. So we did that. He went his way and I went mine.

But you know it just occurred to me that you might not know what the hell I'm Talking About, do you? Let me back up a little bit and do some Explaining here.

First, you probably might possibly remember that I was Ordered to Present Myself in Her Insufferable Royal Majesty, Queen Darla's Royal Chambers. I was mostly completely Sure that she wanted to Compliment me on my Investigative Journalistic Report about the Mysterious Disappearance of approximately 61.0987% of our Swarm over the Cold Season that appeared in last week's Bee Times Gazette Journal Record...and Online News. There's no Doubt whatsoever that with the Queen's Endorsement, my winning that Beelitzer Prize for my Courageous Investigative Reporting is a Done Deal, you know.

I'll bet you can Imagine how Highly Excited I was to meet with Her Insufferable Royal Highness and Bask in the Warm Glow of her Admiration.

Unfortunately, and for some Reason, Queen Darla was anything but Pleased with my Investigative Reports about her Regime's Questionable Policies. Imagine my Surprise that, as soon as my Arrival to the Queen's Chambers was Announced, she ordered her Policy Enforcer, Krunch McKowsky, to take me into Custody and Charge me with 87 Counts of "Literary Conspiracy and Unauthorised Publication of Non-Publishable Classified Hive Intelligence and Third-Degree Exposure of Probably Illegal Royal Deportation Programmes" - or LCUPNpCHITdEPIRD, for short. She seemed Highly Upset when, even beefore I could tell Her Insufferable Royal Majesty that I was just reporting the Facts, she Loudly Buzzed at Krunch, "Take him away!" So he did that. Krunch taped my Wings together and took me to Central Booking (of course, then he had to Untape them so I could call my Lawyer,S.O.Bee), then he Wing-printed me, took another Mugshot (does my Mugshot make me look Fat?), and put me into a musty old Diamond Safety Match Box along with about three other small Bees who seemed as Confused as I was about why we were Arrested.

One of the Bees - I think he was Sweat Bee from Alabama (or was it Panama? Those sound almost totally exactly alike don't they? But I can't remember which for sure) - told me that he and his Crew had been Minding their own Buzziness when they were taken into Custody by Krunch McKowskey (how Rude is that?) and had been held Prisoners in the Box for about a Week and a Half. They told me they were Awaiting what they had been Informed would bee their Deportation Hearings. They also told me that, in case I was Curious, the Nectar they fed us in Lock-Up was way beeyond its Expiration Date (and it was), that they would have called their Lawyer to help Rectify their Situation, but that none of them had a Lawyer to help Intervene on their beehalf to either get them Released, or to make sure they had Nicer Nectar. I told them that I was sure my Lawyer would bee more than Happy to Represent them at their Deportation Hearings, which of course he did for an Unreasonable Fee. The last I heard, they were sent back to Alabama, or maybe it was Panama. I can't remember.

Anyway, I need to get ready for my Trial (which starts next week), so beefore I'm any later than I ever should have been, I need to fly over to Lousy Louie's and meet Kevin. So I'm gonna do that.