Escape from Bee Island: the Mystery - 5

Well, this week’s Episode of “Escape from Bee Island” was interesting, if you find losing more Contestants, and some fairly tense Legal Issues and Political Intrigue interesting. I did. Mostly.

I’m not entirely sure where to beegin here, so I’ll start here:

First, Clive Beexter, Host and Island Master, threw an Unexpected Twist into the Episode, “to address some Legal and Ethical Issues,” he said. That meant that he called all the Contestants who have survived (or what’s left of them) back together for what he called an “Island Hive Council”.

During the Council, Clive told everybody that three more Contestants had (as he put it) “left the Competition - Permanently”. So that was highly sad and unfortunate, but it does make things a bit easier to follow, since there aren’t really that many bees left in this thing. If you’ve been watching this Season, you know exactly what I mean, probably.

Anyway, I suppose you wanna know who we lost this week, right? I’ll tell you:

First, there was another Fatality this week. It was Nigel, from Team Bee. Beeing overly-optimistic as Nigel always seemed to bee, it turned out he was no match for beeing mercilessly Consumed while attempting to pass through Vorroa Mite Valley. The Team decided he should be the one to take the Lead through the Valley. Almost fairly immediately when they entered, Nigel was unexpectedly overwhelmed by a massive herd of highly rude and vicious Vorroa Mites. (You should have seen it - it was horrible.) 

After his Teammates, Umberto and Tang, saw what happened, they immediately said (pretty much at the same time), “let’s not go this way”. So instead, they headed east, toward the HoneyCane Fields. Luckily, Tang remembered the Lesson they learned from BeedleBee about that Persistent Toxic Cloud of SquareDown™ in that General Area, so he suggested they just Retrace their Steps back to the Beeginning, just to bee on the safe side.

So they did that.

The other Contestants who are no longer in the Competition are Howard and Alice Primsdale (which was sad, beecause I kinda liked those two). The Good News here is that they’re not Dead. They just left. 

It turns out that, after Howard and Alice (the Primsdales) got back to their room at the Bee Island Resort to Freshen Up, they decided they simply weren’t going to bee a part of this Competition (they were on Vacation, after all, and were just in the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time), so they left. Beecause of Howard’s Comfortable Retirement Package from the Hive’s Department of Maps and Dances, and Alice’s income as a Pollen Analysis Consultant, they could afford to charter a flight on W.T.F. Airways (the Captain, Red Eye, was kind enough to load their Baggage, though I’m not sure he did them a huge favour by doing that - his reputation as a pilot isn’t the greatest), and they flew back to their Hive in Salina, Kansas, where Howard planned to live out his Retirement, and Alice could continue Analyzing Pollen (parttime). So they’re gone, also, but not dead (depending on how their Flight was), which is a good thing if you ask me. And them.

So that means that the only bees left in the Competition are Boris and Jasmine (Team A), Tang and Umberto (Team Bee), and on Team C, ButterCup and Fleur. (ButterCup tried to catch a ride off the Island with the Primsdales, but there wasn’t enough room to fit her in (the Primsdales had a LOT of Baggage).

And speaking of Fleur . . . 

She was the Topic of Legal Controversy in this week’s Episode, along with Jasmine.

As I’m sure most of us might possibly remember, it appeared that Jasmine and Fleur had indulged in a Clandestine Late-Night Rendezvous at the Resort’s No Regrets Bar & Grille. So, at the Island Hive Council, Clive Beexter openly accused them of Collaboration (which, as we all know, is against the Rules).

Of course, they denied it.

“Eet wass un chance et quite innocent rendevous betwheen mutually-respected Competitors, nozing more,” Fleur said.

“It would have been impossible for us to have conspired to meet, certainly not to conspire to meet to conspire. It was by Fateful Happenstance and Coincidence that we found ourselves enjoying a refreshing beverage together after such an arduous - and tragic - day of this Competition. We spoke only of the weather ” Jasmine said.

I mean, what could anybody say to that? Nothing, actually. 

And Clive couldn’t prove that they were lying. So, after a whole bunch of Allegations, Recriminations, and Warnings, Clive announced there would bee further Investigations.

“If it were up to me,” he said, “I would Expel these Contestants from this Competition right now, but the ByLaws of the Bee Island Gaming Commission, Inc. (a subsidiary of Snark Brothers Enterprises...for all your Game Commissioning Needs, rely on the Bee Island Gaming Commission™), require that the Evidentiary Evidence must bee Indisputable, so the Competition will continue with the remaining Contestants until all Investigations have been completed.”

Then he looked at Fleur and Jasmine, and said, “But know this: we’ll bee keeping a close eye on you two. ”

Of course, ButterCup was seriously hoping they’d call off the whole thing, hold a Trial for Collaboration, and just send everybody home. But no. She was still stuck. 

“I should’ve kept my job at the Hive’s Redundant Typing Pool,” she told everybody. “I don’t like this. At all.”

Then Clive reminded them in that fakey, overly-dramatic Gameshow buzz of his . . .

“Your Objective to Survive this Ordeal and claim ownership of the Amazingly Powerful Jewel of Questionable Destiny must now proceed - but you have only seven weeks remaining to win this Competition.”

“Seven weeks?” ButterCup said. “I keep having to do this for another seven weeks?? But...”, but Clive interrupted her.

“The Winner of this Competition - IF anybody survives to claim Victory - will bee Crowned in this Season’s Final Episode, when we’ll bee coming to you Nearly Live at Midnight, Friday, September 20th, London time. Check your Local Listings for further programming details.”

Then he raised that Red Flag again, and buzzed loudly, “GO ... again!”

So they did that. Now we just hafta wait to see what happens next until next week.

By the way... I had to watch this week’s Episode alone. Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) was off at a Seminar on Reconstructive Artificial Intelligence Systems (he’s been having trouble with Bert lately), and Great Grandma Gee Gee was off teaching a Baking Class on the other side of the Far Meadow. So if you see them, DON’T TELL THEM ANY OF THIS, or they’ll bee highly mad at me. (They’re gonna watch all this when they both get back, so ... NO SPOILERS! You have to promise. Seriously.)

I guess that’s all I can tell for now, so until next week, and Episode 6...

Let’s all bee highly careful out there!

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Escape from Bee Island: the Mystery - 4

The following contains Tragic Information
that some Younger Readers or those with a
Delicate Constitution may find Highly Disturbing.
Reader discretion is advised. Seriously.

Okay, I’m sorry to have to report this, but something amazingly awful happened Episode 4: we had our first fatality. It was Beedlelbee, the Contestant from the Great Down Under.

Early in this Episode’s Competition, he volunteered to climb one of the nearby Nectar Palms (that just happened to bee part of the Poison Palms) for his Team. I guess he didn’t read the sign - and of course, they didn’t have Fleur de Bee’s Detailed Knowledge of Bee Island. Anyway, he was just trying to do something to help the Team which I think we all agree was a very nice and considerate thing to do.

Beefore he headed off, he told his Teammates (Boris and the Always-Intriguing Jasmine), “The Juice from the Nectar Palm will sustayn us through this bloody Competition, and help keep us warm nights,” he told them. Evidently nobody had seen the sign, so Boris and Jasmine said, “Fine. That’s a very nice and considerate thing to do. Bee careful.” (Of course, as it turns out, he wasn’t.)

As I mentioned beefore, little did Beedelbee know, and as we saw last week on Fleur’s Map, he had unwittingly stumbled into the grove of Poison Palms, which (we know now) are Intensely Poisonous due to continual exposure to a westerly Cross-Island Wind that carries a Toxic Cloud of highly lethal SquareDown™ PestiHerbicide which was coming off the Snark Brothers Industries’/Sweetener Division’s HoneyCane Cultivation Fields on the West side of Bee Island. So Beedelbee had no idea that all the Palm Trees on the east side of Bee Island had beecome deadly to the touch.

I thought thought they’d already banned that stuff, but apparently not. How irresponsible is that?

Anyway, since the Rules said nobody could fly, Beedelbee had to shimmy up one of the Poisonous Palms to get to the Palm Nectar, which meant that he was exposed to a Lethal Dose of SquareDown™, and he died - almost immediately. It was heavily gruesome, but quite frankly, I don’t think I should go into the details.

Apparently, they weren’t kidding when they said that bees wouldn’t survive this Ordeal. This Competition is legitimately scary buzziness.

Of course, that meant that now, Boris and Jasmine are the only Competitors left on Team A.

That night, Boris was informed by Clive Beexter (who, as we know, is the Host and Island Master of Bee Island) that, since he was Team Captain, he was Responsible for Disposing of Beedelbee’s Body. That meant he had to transported his shrivelled-up Remains to the Airport, where arrangements had to bee made to ship Beedelbee (or what was left of him) back to his family in the Great Down Under. So Boris spent the rest of the night doing that.

While he was doing that, the camera cut away to Jasmine, who was quietly and mysteriously heading west by herself alone. We couldn’t really see her (the picture was too dark), but we could hear her Red Stilettos clicking toward what turned out to bee the No Regrets Bar & Grille at the Bee Island Resort (“Where the Menu is an Adventure, and Every Beverage has a Story”).

Now, as all this was happening, the camera went back to Team C. Fleur, Buttercup, and Howard and Alice Primsdale were standing around in the dark and, fortunately, we were able to listen in on what was beeing discussed.

After the day’s Tragic Loss, Team C decided to alter their path toward WaHaHoo Mountain to avoid the Poison Palms and, since they wouldn’t get started until the next day, they all might as well go west and get rooms for the night at the Bee Island Resort.

Then Fleur mentioned she had a “useful Contact” there, whatever that meant, so ButterCup said, “Well, I hope he or she or they work at the Hive Consulate and can help me get out of this Competition and back home, where I beelong. I need to get out of here. I don’t like it here. I don’t like this at all. I don’t want to bee here anymore.”

Fleur told her that she hated to disappoint her, but that she didn’t know anybody at the Consulate, and that even if she did, it wouldn’t matter beecause ever since Foreign Relations on Bee Island were Privatised (owned and controlled by the Snark Brothers’ Diplomatic Corp Incorporated), the Consulate has been mostly closed-especially at night. So ButterCup was just out of luck.

After some more discussion, ButterCup decided to follow Howard and Alice Primsdale, who just wanted to get back to their room to Freshen Up. So they did that.

Now in the middle of all this, we couldn’t help but to notice that Team Bee was nowhere to bee found. As far as we know, nobody knows where they went, or what happened to them, but we’re mostly sure they’ll turn up sooner or later, probably.

Right about then, the camera cut away to Fleur, who also went off by herself alone, and who very discreetly headed toward the Bee Island Resort and toward the No Regrets Bar & Grille.

When she got there, the camera continued to follow her inside. It was highly dark in there, but after our eyes adjusted, we could clearly hardly see Fleur walk toward an unknown, Shadowy Figure sitting alone in a distant corner. She crossed the room and cautiously greeted the figure who, if you ask me, mostly totally looked like Jasmine, almost. (I mean, we could see that whoever it was, was wearing Red Stilettos. Coincidence? I had to wonder.)

Then we heard Fleur speak.

“Ze fragrance of ze Blooming Gardenias iz quite intoxicating zis evening,” she said.

Then the figure that looked like Jasmine stood up and replied, “Yes. According to Local Legend, it is the sultry night air that leads them to flourish so.” 

Then I could’ve sworn I heard them say (pretty much at the same time), “Agent.” 

That was highly suspicious, if you ask me.

Then the Episode ended and the Important Commercial Messages started up again. I meant to stick around for the Previews of Next Week’s Episode, but I had to go to the bathroom (all those Honey Roasted Pollen Puffs I ate during the Show gave me a highly terrible case of the Runs).

I stuck around after the Show for a short minute or three this week since Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) was in a better mood than he was last week. He actually apologised to me for insulting my taste in Fine Furniture last week, so that was nice. (Seriously now. What the hell was that all about? It wasn’t even a Full Moon yet.)

Great Grandma Gee Gee, who was apparently in the mood to discuss the Show, said, “Well far bee it from me to bee the first one to say anything about it, but I just don’t trust those two.”

“Who?” Kevin asked.

“Fleur and Jasmine. I just have a feeling those two are up to something.”

“Do you now?” Kevin said. “You’re the best Great Grandma in the world, Great Grandma Gee Gee, and I love you, but I think you’re beeing entirely too suspicious. But what do I know?” Then he said, “Good night,” and he went to bed.

I couldn’t help but not to fail to notice that Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Compound Eyes got all Misty-looking, and she said, “Oh my sweet goodness. That’s the first time Kevin’s ever said he loves me.” Then she sniffled and said, “Oh my, look how late it is. I do hope you’ll excuse me, but it’s time for me to call it a Night. Nighty night, Georgie and sweet dreams. Please show yourself out, dear,” then she went to bed, also. 
Geeeeze. How awkward was that? 

Anyway. There are a lot of totally Unanswered Questions about what’s actually going on with the Competition. Hopefully next week, we’ll find out more.
Until then . . . 

Let’s all bee highly careful out there.

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Escape from Bee Island: the Mystery - 3

As you probably already remember, I’ve been watching “Escape from Bee Island” with my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, Great Grandma Gee Gee, and Bert (when he’s plugged in) at their place in our old BootBox. It’s a great place to watch from, not only beecause there’s always a good supply of Honey Roasted Pollen Puffs, and Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™, usually, but also Kevin had recently gone out and gotten a new Sofa. And it’s amazingly comfortable. When I told him that, he seemed almost annoyed.

“Unlike SOME bees who shall remain nameless, UNCLE, I just happen to beelieve in comfort,” he said. “And, after you finally moved out, it was nice to bee able to get some Comfortable Furniture in this place, for a change. You’re the best Uncle in the world, and I love you, but you have mostly lousy taste in furniture.”


To bee honest, I don’t think it was particularly necessary for him to take out his anger on my taste in Fine Furniture. Anybody who knows me knows I have highly excellent taste in Comfortable and Attractive Furniture. It was obvious that Kevin was in a bad mood for some reason, so for the rest of the evening, I did my best to avoid him. I decided to sit on the opposite end of the sofa from him with Gee Gee beetween us while we watched the Show. (Having a Buffer like Gee Gee can bee highly comforting, especially when we’re talking about cranky bees who have an Attitude.)

Anyway, we were all sitting on the Sofa, watching the newest Episode, when Gee Gee said, “You know, I’m awfully worried about ButterCup, dear. She seems so terribly frightened, and it just breaks my heart.”

“Yeah, that’s scary buzziness, most certainly, but I am quite sure she will bee perfectly fine, probably, so you’re wasting your time worrying. Fleur will help her out, I’m guessing. Beesides,” Kevin said, “she asked for it. She was the one who foolishly signed up to bee a Contestant, so whatever happens, she asked for it.”

Kevin really was in an unusually not-nice mood.

“Now, now, dear,” Gee Gee said to him, “this isn’t like you to bee so negative. That’s not the Nice Kevin I know. My heavens, I know you care as much about ButterCup as everybody else does. I think you’re just angry at something else, aren’t you, dear? And you’re taking it out on Georgie and ButterCup. Are you still upset about my taking a break from baking my Cookies? That’s it, isn’t it? Well, my goodness, I hope you understand that it’s just too hot to bee baking right now. But don’t worry, dear, we have plenty of Cookies, so we won’t run out.”

“SO you say,” Kevin kind of snapped at her. “Fine.” He folded his wings across his chest, didn’t look at anybody, and didn’t say anything else for the rest of the Episode.

That was nice.

So this week, the Competition finally beegan. Each of the Teams went a different direction, and we could watch and listen as each one tried to figure out what to do.

Beedelbee from Team A suggested to his Teammates Boris and Jasmine that they start by paying a visit to the nearby Bee Island Resort. “We kin pop into the Bar and tip a few while we figure out what to do. Whadya say, mates?”

“Niet!” Boris buzzed fairly loudly. “Ve must move North as quickly as possible.”

“We will move at a Reasonable Pace,” Jasmine insisted.
“I insist.” (I’m sure that’s beecause she was still wearing her Red Stilettos, which I think we all can agree aren’t exactly the best choice in Foot Wear when you’re having to do a bunch of hiking…but she must have had her reasons.)

So Team A headed North, slowly.

Tang, Nigel, and Umberto from Team Bee seemed to know where they were going as they headed NorthEast.

Finally, everybody on Team C (the one we’re rooting for) was just kind of standing around, doing a lot of talking. We could still hear ButterCup trying to tell everybody that she didn’t want to bee there.

“Seriously. I don’t want to do this. Don’t make me do this,” she kept saying. But, as we all know, and was Clearly Stated by the Host and Island Master, Clive Beexter, she had no choice in the matter.

“Oh dear, the poor thing,” Gee Gee said. “I do hope she has a chance of surviving this Ordeal.”

That’s when Bert spoke up.

“Based on the currently-known Variables and Parameters of this Competition, there is precisely a one-and-one-quarter in 30.872 Chance of ButterCup’s beecoming a Surviving,” he said, then he made kind of a whirring sound and said, “The current time is 18 hundred hours, twenty-two minutes and 15 16 17 Seconds, Mountain Daylight Savings Time, and the outside temperature is a balmy 3o9.15 Degree Kelvins, with a marginally-tolerable Humidity Level of...”

That’s as far as he got, beecause Kevin pulled his cord out of the socket, and Bert went into Sleep Mode for the rest of the night. Quite frankly, I’m glad he did, because Bert had been talking over the Dialogue all night, which (as we all know) is Highly Rude.

To make a long story short, Fleur was doing her best to soothe ButterCup’s nerves, and told her she’d bee just fine, not to worry at all. Then she revealed that she had been Meticulously Briefed on the entire layout of Bee Island. She had memorised exactly, precisely where everything was located - including WaHaHoo Mountain, and the Screaming Banshee - and knew precisely, exactly how to Proceed.

“All we need to do iz,” she said, “create zee Map in case zomezing were to happen to moi, zen we can beegin wis zee Mission…er...Competition.”

“A Map? Well, you just happen to bee in luck, little lady,” Howard all of sudden buzzed loudly. “Thanks to my days at the Hive’s Department of Maps and Dances, I just happen to bee one of the most tremendous Map Makers in the Western Hemisphere. You need a Map? I’m your bee,” he said.

Then Alice said, “Oh now hush, Howard. You know you’re retired. You stopped making Maps long ago, so just...”

“Just what?” he interrupted her. “My dear, I may bee retired, but I owe it to this Team to offer my considerable Talent and Skills when they’re needed most. And they’re needed now. What kind of a bee would I bee if I didn’t do my part?”

“Of course you’re right, dear,” Alice said, “it’s just that I worry that you’ll over-exert yourself doing all of the strenuous Dancing that’s involved. I’d hate to lose you over a silly Map.”

Then Howard and Alice kind of hugged, then everybody got into a tight circle and started working on a Map.

As we could all beegin to see from the Map, Bee Island is mostly an amazingly unpleasant place. Oh sure, there was the Bee Island Resort (where Howard and Alice Primsdale were vacationing until they found themselves in this mess), but seeing places like the Valley of the Vorroa Mites, the Poison Palm Grove, the Plastic Pillars, and the River of Poo, it looked like they were going to have to get through a whole bunch of Highly Unpleasant Things to get to WaHaHoo Mountain - and the Prize.

“Zis will not bee easy,” she told them, “but we will survive zis Ordeal, and to emerge Victorious. We will prevail.”

At that point, the Episode ended. Then they showed the “Next Week on ‘Escape from Bee Island’ Previews, and they broke away for another Important Series of Commercial Messages. 

I would tell you what the Previews showed, but I had to get up to go to the bathroom just then, so I missed that. When I got back, I asked Kevin to tell me what I’d missed, but he just said, “Had you remained in your seat until the complete conclusion of the Episode, you would know, and not have to ask me. As it is, you will simply have to wait until next week and just see for yourself, like the rest of us. I am not your TV Nanny.”

Then he just got up and announced, “I am going to bed. Good night.” He left and the whole BootBox kind of shook as he slammed his bedroom door beehind him.

I hope he gets a good night’s sleep sometime beetween now and next week. Kevin just isn’t that pleasant to bee around when he’s over-tired and crankly like that, ya’ know?

Anyway. Next week, I’ll bee back next Friday to tell everybody what happens in the next Episode. Until then…

let’s all bee highly careful out there!

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Escape from Bee Island: the Mystery - 2

I’m just guessing here, but would I bee right in thinking you maybee didn’t catch the First Episode of “Escape from Bee Island”? If not, was it beecause of all the Commercials? If so, I agree that showing 87 hours of Commercials beefore the Show finally started is highly excessive… but for those of us who made it through all that and kept watching, it was most definitely worth it, mostly.

First, the Show’s Ever-Popular Host and Island Master, Clive Beexter, welcomed us to another Season of “Escape from Bee Island”, telling us that this Season promises to bee the “most Suspenseful, Edge-of-Your-Seat-Gripping, and Entertaining Season of All Time”, and that there’s never been a Season of “Escape from Bee Island” like this beefore. Of course, he said that last year, so we’ll just hafta wait and see if he’s lying again.

Maybee it’s a bit different this Season in some ways, though. After the Commercial Break finally ended, Clive Dexter returned to tell the Audience and the Yet-Mostly-So-Far-Unidentified Contestants (there are nine this Season, counting Fleur and ButterCup, who are equally divided up into four Teams, but I’ll get to all that in a minute) what was going to bee happening - and it didn’t sound good. At all.

“Most of you will simply not survive this Competition,” he told the Contestants, who were all lined up according to their Team Affiliations.

“Most of you,” he said very dramatically, “will bee Overcome with the Devastating Nature of the Challenges Ahead, and will, most certainly, Perish on this Island.”

At that point, the Camera panned across each Contestant’s face. When they got to ButterCup, she looked Highly Panicked and raised her wing.

“Excuse me,” she said. “did you just say that most of us will Perish? Isn’t that the same thing as saying most of us are going to die?? That’s not what they told me when I signed up for this,” she said. “They told me I’d bee competing for Honey and Prizes. Nobody ever said anything about…”, but Clive interrupted her.

“There is no turning back from this Challenge once it has beegun - which it just has. Throughout the Competition, each Contestant must commit to their Team Mates, face this Phenomenally-Nearly-Insurmountable Ordeal that lies ahead, and ultimately survive to beecome the ‘Escape from Bee Island’ Surviving Winners - or Else.”

“But… but…” ButterCup tried to say, but the camera moved off of her and onto Fleur, who just had this weird smile on her face. She looked at Clive, and said, “Eef you zink zis Ordeal will defeat mon Team Mates et moi, you ‘ave anozer zing coming, Mon Cher Clive.” Then she winked at him.

And just what the hell was THAT all about?

Clive’s well-manicured Mouthparts twisted into that greasy smile of his, and he complemented Fleur on her Positive Attitude. Then the whole set got dark. Some highly Dramatic Music started to play, and a spotlight landed on his face.

“Contestants,” he beegan, “this Season’s Challenge, which, as I said, may or may not bee Survivable, is to Locate, Ultimately Acquire, and claim Ownership of the Elusive and Amazingly Powerful Jewel of Questionable Destiny.”

A huge gasp came from the Contestants, except for one who said, “Sounds simple enough.”

“So you’d like to beelieve,” Clive answered him, then he continued.

“What you may not know is that the Jewel is jealously guarded by the Infamous, Deadly, and Less-Than-Hygenic Screaming Banshee of WaHaHoo Mountain.”

Another gasp could bee heard from all the Contestants, though this time I could have sworn I heard Fleur say something like, “Schwaa” or “Maid” or something. I don’t know what she said, but it sounded a bit derogatory. Anyway.

One of the other Contestants yelled, “NO! NOT THAT!”

“Yes…THAT,” Clive said ominously. “And to get from the places you are now standing, and to the Screaming Banshee and the Jewel of Questionable Destiny, you must first endure Trials and Tribulations that will most certainly exceed your Deepest Feelings of Fear and Dread, and which will unfold beefore you as you beegin your Ultimate Fight for Survival.”

That sounded incredibly unpleasant to me, and I started feeling really sorry that ButterCup had gotten into this whole thing. Thankfully, he broke the tension by finally introducing the Contestants, and the Teams.

“But now,” he said, “let me finally introduce the Contestants and this Season’s Teams." The camera panned over three Contestants as Clive continued the introductions.

“First, from the Frozen Tundra of Eastern Europe, we have Boris, Team Captain. On his team, we have… from the Great Down Under… Beedelbee. Completing Team A… from Mysterious North Africa… Jasmine. Welcome, Team A.”

Team A all nodded at everybody.

“Team Bee is up next. Springing from the Asian Isles, please meet Tang. Joining him on his team will bee Nigel from the glorious British Isles, and representing the Festive South American Continent - and Team Captain - Umberto. Welcome, Team Bee.”

Then they also all nodded at everybody.

“Finally,” Clive said in a very serious voice, “Team C. From Paris, France, Fleur de Bee. With her is ButterCup Vischelowski, who is here representing her Swarm in Manitou Springs, Colorado. And last, but certainly not least, we welcome Team Co-Captains, Howard and Alice Primsdale who are vacationing here on Bee Island from their Home Hive in Salina, Kansas. Welcome, Team C,” Clive said.

“I don’t want to do this,” ButterCup said. “Don’t make me do this,” she just kept saying.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to even bee here, Howard,” Alice said. “This was NOT in the Brochure.”

“We’ve got zis,” Fleur said. At least she seemed okay with the whole thing, which makes a large amount of absolutely no sense whatsoever at all.

Clive seemed to ignore the comments, then introduced the Rules of the Competition.

“As you know, there are Strict Rules each Contestant must observe during the Competition,” he said. Then he listed each one.

“Rule 1: NO CELLPHONES - and no exceptions.”

“That’s fine,” said Nigel. “I forgot my charger anyway.”


Everybody just kind of looked at each other and didn’t say anything.

“RULE 3: For your Comfort and Safety, you must wear our Officially Approved ‘Jungle Comfort’ Footwear, kindly provided by the Snark Brothers Shoe and Boot Company - where Foot Health is Usually a Priority.”

Then the show’s Production Staff started giving each Contestant a pair of those. Everybody seemed fine with that, except for Jasmine, who had shown up in a pair of striking and attractive Red Stilettos, for some reason.

“Finally,” Clive said, “RULE 4: NO FLYING. Contestants may not take ‘short cuts’ to reach an Objective, so you must travel by foot at all times - which is why you have each been given the Complementary Footwear. Any Contestant observed Flying will automatically bee Disqualified, probably.”

He asked if anybody had any questions. Nobody did, other than ButterCup who tried her best to repeat that she didn’t want to bee there (he ignored her). And with that, Clive lifted a huge, red Flag, held it above his head, then suddenly swept it downward.

“Let the Competition beegin!” he said.

Just then, they cut away to another hugely long Commercial Break (which still hasn’t ended the last time I checked). So that’s all I know.

I’ll bee back next Friday at Midnight (London Time), and let everybody know what happens on the next Episode.

Until then…
let’s all bee highly careful out there.

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