Escape from Bee Island: 1


Well, in case you missed it the other day, lemme just tell you what’s going on, though I don’t know what that is.

As I mentioned, my friend, Fleur de Bee, and my Girlfriend, ButterCup, are both going to bee Contestants on the New Season of “Escape from Bee Island”. Don’t ask me why, beecause I completely don’t know why they’d do that, mostly.

Okay fine, I can understand that ButterCup wants to accept the always-horrific “Bee Island Challenge”: she told me she definitely needs the Fresh Air & Exercise - and the Honey, since her Job at the Hive’s Redundant Typing Pool didn’t pay much. Plus, she quit doing that. (She hated it.)

She asked me if I wanted to also join her and bee a Contestant. “No, I absolutely do not. Thanks anyway,” I told her.

Sure, I’ll watch it, but why would anybody wanna put themselves through something like that? Seriously now.

Okay, I suppose if somebody wants to put themselves through all that for the Honey, then fine. I get that. But to go through all that just for Honey seems highly extreme to me, especially for bees who don’t like Camping and Life-Threatening Adventure. ButterCup loves Camping and stuff, but Fleur de Bee does not. She’s far too Parisian for such things. She highly disapproves of beecoming soiled, or in never always to remember not to forget to look one’s Best.

I think we all know what she’s talking about here.

So I still don’t get why Fleur de Bee has decided to take a Sabbatical from her Job as an Agent for French Counter-Espionage to bee on the Show. Especially this one. (I mean, she could’ve tried out to Compete for Honey and Prizes on The Wheel of Jeopardy, but no… she picks this one?

It makes no sense.

Fleur loves her Job, and she gets paid a LOT of Honey for doing it (it’s Highly Dangerous work, she tells me). So why is she taking a Sabbatical from what she does so well to do something I know she actually despises?

I just don’t know, and she won’t tell me.
This is beeyond Mysterious.

So I sent her a Buzz•O•Gram™, trying to get her to talk to me.


And what did she have to say about all this in her Reply? Read it for yourself, and you tell me if that’s at all helpful.


No, it isn’t. Maybee you speak French, but I don’t, and if I did, I just have a feeling she was blowing me off, which is also highly unlike Fleur. She’s just not like that, usually.

Bee that as it may, it’s pretty clear that I’m going to have to figure out what’s going by just watching the Show along with everybody else, and to try to get as much Inside Information as I can … which, now that I think about it, maybee I can get from ButterCup…she’ll bee there, in the middle of that Intense Difficult Ordeal, and I’m sure she’ll keep me Reliably Informed about what’s really going on. Maybee she can sneak in a CellPhone, or something.

I’ll ask her if she’ll do that.

In the meantime, the Premier Episode of the New Season of “Escape from Bee Island” is airing next week, so I’ll bee buzzing over to my old Boot Box to watch it with Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), Great Grandma Gee Gee, and Bert, if he’s plugged in.

If everything goes well, I’ll bee able to get to the bottom of this whole deal with Fleur by sitting in my always-soothing Relaxer-Recliner while indulging in a few Bubblingly- Refreshing Nectar Fizzes, some lightly popped, Honey-Glazed Pollen Puffs, and (of course) an ample supply of the always-delicious Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™. They’re so good.

So sometime after tonight’s Premier Episode, (which will mostly bee Production Credits and Commercials), and the actual Show starting, (which I’ve heard will bee sometime before next Friday - there are a LOT Opening Credits and Commercials), I’ll bee sharing whatever it is I find out about what I don’t know about what’s going on with you. No, not with you. I mean with Fleur - what’s going on with Fleur. I’ll share what I find out about Fleur with you.


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

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Escape from Bee Island: evidently, a Hot Season Mystery


How perfect could life possibly bee? It’s not only Monday, my favourite day of the entire week, but it’s a Reasonably Cool Hot Season Day with a bleu sky (I think that’s bleu), the Sun is warm, and there aren’t too many birds around, which as far as I’m concerned is a good thing, probably.

So I was out the other day, and guess who I ran into? . . . ButterCup.
I hadn’t seen her all Warm Season beecause she’s had to do all that Redundant Typing. She looked tired, but then again she actually looked happy for a change - I’m totally and completely sure beeyond any doubt whatsoever that it’s mostly beecause she simply walked off her Job at the Hive’s Redundant Typing Pool. She hated that job.

She told me she’d been transferred to the Hive’s Department of Maps and Dances, Cartography Division, which is strange, since ButterCup’s never really been that good with Maps. (Some bees just aren’t good with Maps, so I hope this Job works out for her.)

Anyway, she told me she’d just gotten a Buzz•O•Gram™ from Fleur de Bee in Paris. It turns out that Fleur decided to take a Sabbatical (which, as Kevin explained to me, is kinda like taking a vacation from what you were doing and instead, going off someplace and doing whatever it is you’ll bee doing... whatever), and has beecome a Contestant on the New Hot Season Season of “Escape from Bee Island: the Hot Season Challenge”.

“She’s going to bee a Contestant?” I asked.

“Apparently,” ButterCup said.

“Why?” I asked.

ButterCup kind of got this strange look on her face, and said, “She told me not to tell anybody why - especially you.”

“But why??” I asked.

“She told me not to tell you that, either,” ButterCup said. “I’m sorry, but there’s no way I’m going to Violate a Confidence. I just won’t do it.”

“I’m not asking you to Violate a Confidence,” I said, “I just wanna know why Fleur’s taking a Sabbatical from her job with French Counter-Intelligence to bee on a Game Show,” I said. “It doesn’t make sense. I know she doesn’t need the Honey, and she’s never been huge on Camping, so... I don’t get it.”

“Too bad,” ButterCup said, “Quite frankly, I’m thinking of beecoming a Contestant, too, so . . . .” Then she just kind of shrugged, and left without finishing her thought.

How frustrating is that?

I’ve decided that I’m going to find out what, exactly, is going on here. I’m going to send a Buzz•O•Gram™ to Fleur and get her to tell me what’s beehind this whole Escape from Bee Island Contestant Thing. It’s a Mystery that must bee Solved.

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

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

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Happy First Day of the New Hot Season

After undertaking a long series of complex, Astronomical and partially GeoPhysical Calculations, and consulting with my Mostly-Reliable Seasonal Calendar, I'm enthusiastic about letting everybody know that today is the First Day of the New Hot Season. Of course, I've heard that's not true if you live someplace like Australia or whatever, but as far as the Hive is concerned, it's now the Hot Season.

Happy New Hot Season!

Observation #37: Beeing Considerate



I’ve probably mentioned this beefore at some point, but... have you ever noticed that when it comes to just beeing generally considerate, there are some of us who Just Don’t Get It? I have. Take yesterday, for instance.

As I’m sure everybody remembers, it was recently my Birthday, again. A whole bunch of my Beeps sent me Much-Appreciated Happy Birthday Greetings, but nobody ever got ahold of me to tell me when and where my Surprise Birthday Party was gonna bee, so I waited...and waited...and waited. All that day I waited, but I never heard from anybody about that. So, I thought, “I’ll bet my Editor knows where the Party is,” so I buzzed over to his Office. As soon as I walked in, he was at me.

“Do you know what day this is, bee?” he asked me.

“Yes, I do,” I told him, “it’s my Birthday.”

“That may bee,” he said, “but that’s beeside the point. Today is the day that you broke the record for beeing late. You were supposed to bee here, in my Office, 34 days ago. But were you?”

“Well, no, but...” I was about to say.

“Don’t interrupt me,” he said, “that was a Rhetorical Question.”

“I knew that,” I said, “I was gonna give you a Rhetorical Answer,” I told him, but he just glared at me.

“Do you know how utterly Inconsiderate you’ve been lately, bee?”

“Have I?” I asked. Beesides not showing up in his Office earlier than I did, I think I’ve been Highly Considerate, mostly. I mean, when it’s been nice outside, I’ve been Considerate enough to go out and enjoy myself. And when it’s been cold and windy (which it was A LOT so far this Warm Season), I’ve been Considerate enough to stay inside and stay warm so I wouldn’t run the risk of catching Frostbite or having my wings ripped off by a gust of cold wind. I’ve also been Considerate enough to make sure I haven’t missed any Episodes of my Stories on TV, especially after I spent all that time watching every Episode of “Escape from Bee Island, it would have been Unacceptably Inconsiderate of me to miss the Series Finale, especially when they went to all that trouble to make it, right? Right.) I think he was beeing kind of harsh by accusing me, of all bees, of beeing Inconsiderate, so I gave him Non-Rhetorical Answer.

“I’ve been buzzy,” I said (beecause I have been, mostly).

“You’ve been Inconsiderate,” he said again. “Your Beeloved Readers - and our Paid Sponsors...”

“You mean like Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™, those Paid Sponsors?” I asked.

“Exactly,” he buzzed at me, “our Paid Sponsors have not been one bit happy about the fact that you once again disappeared and failed to provide the Valuable Insights and Editorial Commentary on which we have all come to depend. That’s Incredibly Inconsiderate.”

“I didn’t disappear,” I informed him. “I’ve been somewhere this whole time, so I think it’s just unfair and not correct to say that I disap. . .”

“Don’t argue with me,” he started. “There’s no excuse for your repeated Extended Absences. Once again, you’ve been Derelict in your Duties, you’ve disregarded your Contractual Obligations, and this Unacceptable, Inconsiderate Beehaviour has to stop NOW. You had better start showing up to do your job - OR ELSE!”

What was I supposed to say that?

“Fine,” I said, then I asked, “So where’s my Party?” I wanted to know.

“What are you talking about, bee?” he seemed really annoyed.

“My Party. My Surprise Birthday Party. Where is it?”

My Editor just glared at me again and buzzed really loudly at me.

“Get out of my Office!”

Even though he never told me where my Party was, I’m guessing he just didn’t wanna spoil the Surprise, so I did that. I left.

On the way back to my Shoe Box, I couldn’t help but think about how Incredibly Inconsiderate it was of everybody to make me spend my entire Birthday without ever finding out about where and when my Surprise Birthday Party was supposed to bee. I mean seriously now . . . does everybody think it would bee Cute and Funny to keep me guessing all day? Well, it’s not. It’s rude - and Highly Inconsiderate.

After it finally got dark (and still no Surprise Party), I decided that I’d put on my pyjamas, grab a bag of Popped Pollen Puffs, and spend the rest of my Birthday watching old Talula Beehead Movies. Just beefore I fell asleep, I thought to myself, “I’ll bet everybody’s working on a Massively Festive Beelated Surprise Happy Birthday Party for me. Planning for such an Important Event takes a lot of time, energy, and resources - and this is the Buzzy Season, after all - so I’m sure that’s what happened. Probably.”

So I’m still patiently waiting for everybody to start beeing Considerate about all this Surprise Party, even if it is Beelated. (Beelated Consideration is better than no Consideration at all, probably.) If I find out when and where it is, I’ll make sure all my Beeps are invited. Until then . . .

Let’s all bee highly careful out there.

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