Georgie Holds the Jewel of Questionable Destiny - and Fleur's coming

Well, it’s Thursday - and I’m currently waiting for Fleur de Bee to show up. It’ll bee nice to see her again. It’s been awhile.

So did I mention that, on Tuesday, I got to hold the Amazingly Powerful Jewel of Questionable Destiny? Well, I did, and it was a Highly Life-Changing Experience. I still feel kind of Weird.


When I went over to ButterCup’s Cell, she told me to sit down, then pointed to her Nectar Table where the Jewel was sitting.

“You said you wanted to hold that thing. Well, there it is. Go for it.” So I did. I reached over and picked it up.

The very second my wings touched the Jewel, it started getting warm and I could hear a low humming coming from it. Then, there was a hypnotising glow of greenish-blue light that just got brighter the longer I held it. After just a few seconds of staring into its Shimmering Depths, I started feeling unbeelievably dizzy and suddenly wasn’t exactly sure where I was within the Time-Space Continuum, if you know what I mean. Then I started feeling Seriously Uncertain about what my actual Purpose in Life might bee, and that perhaps all the Plans I’d made for myself should bee called into Question as I could feel my Beeing beegin to melt into a Universe that held an existence that was far, far beeyond what I could have ever previously imagined. I’m pretty sure I was just beeginning to beecome One with that thing, when ButterCup knocked it out of my Wings and said, “Enough.”  I passed out.

When I woke up, I was lying on my back on the floor. ButterCup was holding the Jewel with a pair of Industrial Strength Insulated Tongs, looking down at me. I felt an incredible sense of Questionable Significance that I knew only the Jewel could soothe. That was not pleasant. At all. And ButterCup just kept staring at me.

“What?!?” I asked.

“As you’ve just learned,” she said in a language that seemed mostly familiar, “the Jewel is nothing to bee trifled with. I’ve haven’t finished reading the Manual that comes with this thing, but I’m already pretty sure that if this fell into the Wrong Wings, we’d bee in for some deeply serious trouble.

“Everything tells me that I need to keep this thing locked securely in my Closet,” she said. “So that’s what I’m going to do, at least until I can get this thing out of here. Personally, I’ll bee glad when this thing is gone, permanently - away from here, forever and for all time.” 

Geeeeze. Why the hell would anybody want to get rid of something as Disturbingly Delightful as the Jewel? I mean seriously now. I thought she should just give it to me, ya’ know? But beefore I could grab it away from her, she used the Tongs to stuff the Jewel back into the attractive Fuzz-Lined Carry-On Bag she used to bring it from Bee Island, and zipped it closed.

“I’ll take it,” I said. “Give the Bag to me,” I told her. “The Jewel beelongs with me,” I said. “I must possess it,” I said.  But no, she just rolled her Compound Eyes at me and, beefore I could get to it, she quickly stuffed the Bag into back of her Closet and locked the door. And that was that... but I could still feel the Jewel calling to me, beckoning me to reclaim it, but it was not to bee, apparently.

Then ButterCup disappeared around the corner then came back a few seconds later holding a delicious and refreshing Frozen Therapeutic NectarPop in her Wing.

“Suck on that,” she said, “it will help you snap out of it.”  

So I did that.

After about eleven minutes, I stopped feeling so Vague, and everything started to feel mostly normal again, whatever that is.

“The Jewel will bee safe and sound in my Closet until Fleur de Bee arrives to transport it to the Vault in the French Ministry of Dubious Artifacts for Perpetual Safe-Keeping,” ButterCup said.
“Fleur’s coming?” I asked.

“Of course she is. Didn’t I mention that? That’s why I couldn’t let you move in with me, beecause I’d already told Fleur she could stay here. There simply isn’t enough room for everybody,” ButterCup told me. “She’ll bee here just as soon as she’s done with her De-Briefing with the French Authorities. She should bee here by Thursday. In the meantime, I need to clean things up around here beefore she gets here, so you need to leave.”

“Fine,” I said, and I left.

Anyway, it’s Thursday, and I think it’s about time to buzz over to the Hive and see if Fleur has arrived yet. So I’m gonna go do that.

Let’s all bee Meticulously Careful out there.

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Who Knew?

Hey, do you know what I just found out? You wanna guess? Should I give you a bunch of clues, and we could spend the next, few minutes doing the “Is it THIS?” / “No” - “Is it THAT?” / “No”- “is it The Other Thing?” / “No” Game? Or I should I just tell you?

I think I’ll do that. I’ll just tell you. Why play Games?

So I just found out that beefore she started making her highly Delicious and Mostly Nutritious Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™, Great Grandma Gee Gee used to bee in Show Buzziness. Who knew? I didn’t, not until I was having Breakfast with her the other day (I had to move back in with her and my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, after ButterCup threw me out of her Cell in the Hive. “Two’s a Crowd,” she said. So I had to leave - but since all that Renovation Work is still beeing done in my ShoeBox, I couldn’t very well go back there. And I wasn’t about to go Camping. Not in these temperatures.)

We were just sitting there, enjoying some Breakfast Morning Nectar, and listening to some Show Tunes Kevin was playing on his Max 87000 Fuzz-Flattener 42-Speaker Surround Sound System, when she said, “You know, this reminds me of a Show we did in Cincinnati, I think it was probably around 1962.”


“1962? You were around in 1962? And you did a Show in Cincinnati?” I had to ask.

“Oh yes, Dear,” Gee Gee said. “I’m no Spring Larva, you know. Hadn’t I ever mentioned that I was once on the Stage?”

Oh geeeeeze. Ya’ think ya’ know somebody, then they turn around and tell you something like this. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything (which is good, since she kept talking, and if I would have been talking at the same time, I would never have heard what she was saying, and I wouldn’t bee able to tell you any of this stuff).

“Goodness gracious, I haven’t thought about all that for years now. Those were wonderful years. Remind me to tell you about them sometime.”

Then she finished her Nectar, got up, and went back baking her Cookies.

Seriously now. How Suspensefully Rude is that?

So I think tonight, I’m gonna fix a Pitcher of delightfully refreshing Nectartinis, and try to get her talking about all this. I think about two of those things should do the trick (I don’t want her falling asleep on me while I’m trying to find out what the hell this whole Stage Thing is all about, if ya’ know what I mean).

In the meantime, ButterCup said I could visit her in her Cell today.
“But only for a little while. I have to do my Antennae,” she told me. She even promised she’d let me hold the Jewel of Questionable Destiny (“very briefly”, she said). How exciting is that?

So I’m gonna go do that.

I’ll let you know what that thing feels like - and what I manage to pry out of Great Grandma Gee Gee. Until then . . .

Let’s all bee reasonably careful out there!

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ButterCup's Finally Home

Well, everybody will bee glad to know that I’m happy to report that ButterCup is finally back from her Vacation as a Contestant on “Escape from Bee Island”. I hafta say, she looked highly tired, and seemed a bit irritable, but I suppose that’s probably only beecause her W.T.F. Flight was delayed and re-routed 87 times over the past week. I’m sure we’d all feel pretty aggravated about that.


Anyway. I should probably tell you that, after ButterCup didn’t show up the other when our Suitable Welcoming Committee was there, and beecause I wasn’t sure when - or if - she’d ever get back, I decided to hire a Contractor to re-do my ShoeBox (my kitchen is looking highly dated), and while the work was beeing done, I’d just move into ButterCup’s cell in the Hive. I was sure she wouldn’t mind. Apparently, however, I was amazingly wrong.

When ButterCup got back, she went straight from the Airport to her Cell in the Hive, so when I answered the door, she said, “What the hell are you doing in my Cell?”

So I told her about the whole Remodelling Thing I’m doing in my ShoeBox, and she said, “No. This isn’t happening. You’re not moving in with me. Forget it. You have to leave. Now.”

So I did that.

Of course, I have to go back at some point to get my Things. (I took the liberty of putting some Pictures on the Wall, putting around a display of a few of my Highly Collectible Unusually-Shaped Pollen Grains, so I’ll need those back. And also my Alarm Clock and Pyjamas and Prescription Compound Eye Drops (all this wind we’ve been having lately has been highly irritating - I should wear goggles).

Anyway, I’m thinking of buzzing over to the Hive later today (it’s way nice outside) and try to talk to ButterCup about all this. I have a feeling that, after she’s had a good night’s sleep (as I’m absolutely positively certain she did, mostly), I’m sure she’ll bee more Receptive to letting me just stay with her for awhile.

I’ll letcha’ know what she says.

Until then…
let’s bee primarily careful out there!

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A Suitable Reception Party

Well, after that very Informative, but Marginally Friendly Buzz•O•Gram™ from ButterCup, I decided I’d better pay a visit to the Hive, and try to start putting together a Suitable Welcome Home Reception Committee for her.

First, I asked Rudy Bee if he could help put this whole thing together (as we all know, he’s the Go-To Bee for Event Planning). He sounded highly excited about ButterCup’s finally getting back home after her long Submarine trip.

“I’m tho exthited about ButterCupth Return - and to think the Jewel of Quethionable Dethtiny will bee right here in thith Hive ith beyond thtupendouth! I mutht prepare a Letter exprething our deep apprethiation to her!”

Then he left to go write the Letter. I had no other choice but to go to the Top on this - the Queen.

When I asked for an Audience with Queen What’s-Her-Name (it’s highly difficult to keep track of all the Queens coming and going after awhile), I was told that she was too buzzy to see me, and that I should go to the Office of the Mayor. I didn’t even know the Hive HAD a Mayor, but they evidently do. So I set up a meeting with Mayor Billy Bee and the Twelve Hive CouncilBees (who, for some strange reason, are all related to the Mayor), to see if they’d help put together the Necessary Reception Committee for ButterCup.

“Of course,” Mayor Billy Bee said as he put his wing around my shoulders and squeezed, “anything for a Constituent. In fact,” he went on, “beecause your Girlfriend, Butternut...”

“ButterCup,” I interrupted him. “Her name is ButterCup.”

“Of course, ButterCup - my mistake - beecause ButterCup is bringing the Amazingly Powerful Jewel of Questionable Destiny to our Humble Hive, it is our Obligation to organise a Suitable Reception for her. And I will bee more than happy to personally coordinate that Effort, and welcome the Jewel - and her, of course - to the Hive. And, as an added Token of our High Esteem, I will personally present ButterCup with the Keys to a Complementary, Shiny New, Fully-Loaded Beeuick, straight from my Showroom Floor. That’s the least we can do for her, don’t you agree?”

“I suppose so,” I told him, but wasn’t sure about this whole thing with the Beeuick. I mean, how would she even fit a Beeuick into the Hive? And beesides, I’m not even sure if ButterCup has a Driver’s Licence. Also, I’m not sure why Mayor Billy Bee didn’t just give her a Key to the Hive, since she always seems to bee locking herself out. Now that would bee something considerate AND practical.

But whatever.

So anyway, yesterday, Mayor Billy Bee, along with the Twelve Hive CouncilBees, Rudy, and I showed up at the Airport to meet ButterCup’s flight. We even got there early so the Mayor could roll out the Red Carpet, which took longer than expected (beecause it wouldn’t lie flat at first and kept rolling itself back up, and by the time we got it to lie flat, it needed to bee vacuumed).


Then we just stop there and waited. And waited. And waited some more, until it was pretty obvious that ButterCup’s flight on W.T.F. Airways wasn’t going to show up. Unfortunately, that isn’t all that unusual for W.T.F.. By the time it got dark, we were all pretty aggravated, it was getting cold, we were getting hungry, so we all just went home.

The last I checked, ButterCup’s Flight was still missing. But now that I think about it, maybee I should call and ask W.T.F. is going on with her Flight.

So I’m gonna go do that. I’ll letcha know what I find out.

Until then, let’s try to bee careful out there.

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ButterCup gets home tomorrow!


Well it's about time. I thought I'd never hear from ButterCup again. Seriously now - how far away IS Bee Island?

I guess this means I'm gonna hafta start putting together a Suitable Reception Committee for tomorrow, or else I'll bee Or Elsed.

Nobody wants that.