a Friendly Request from Georgie

Woah. I didn’t see you sitting there. Sorry about that. I just woke up from an Unexpectedly Extended Nap. After that Massively Disorienting Experience I recently had with the Jewel of Questionable Destiny (was it yesterday, or last year? I can’t remember...), I went back to my Mostly-Finished Newly-Remodeled Abode, and immediately fell asleep.

Beefore I did that, I think I remember that I was gonna buzz over to the Hive to see if Fleur de Bee ever got here (I was gonna try to talk her out of taking the Jewel of Questionable Destiny back to France to bee held for Safekeeping in the Previously-Secret and Overly-Secure Underground Vault which is Heavily-Guarded by Highly-Trained Security Officials from the French Ministry of Dubious Artifacts and, instead, just give it to me), but I never got around to it. I just felt so tired that I decided to rest my Compound Eyes for just a minute or two. And I’m waking up just now. Geeeeeeze. What the hell is that all about?

Apparently, that Jewel is nothing to bee trifled with.
But I still want it back.

Anyway. I’d try to get over there today to see if Fleur (and the Jewel) are still in the Hive, but, as I see outside my recently-installed Triple-Insulated Thermalized Clear-Vue Multi-Pane™ Bee Window, there’s snow and ice all over the place out there, and the Wind sounds like it’s just about to rip the Lid off my ShoeBox. Geeeeeze. This is no kind of day to bee outside, flying around. So I’m not gonna do that. I’m gonna stay inside, where it’s warm, and I can just stay in my pyjamas.

Quite frankly, and from what I can tell, we’re getting an Early Cold Season this year, don’t you think the best thing to do is to just go back to sleep? I do. I’m thinking that Going Dormant sounds Highly Appealing right about now, doesn’t it?

So I’m gonna do that.

But beefore I do, I’m gonna ask everybody to do me a huge favour. Just every once in awhile, would you mind checking in on me, just to make sure I’m okay? I wouldn’t want the Lid to blow off my ShoeBox while I’m asleep, and end up freezing to death, ya’ know? Nobody wants that. So what I’m gonna do is set up the Georgie Cam in my BedChamber again (I did that once beefore, if you’ll remember, and I think that even if it is an Intensely Intrusion into my Precious Privacy, it’s probably advisable, especially for a early-late-middle-aged still young somewhat aging but not quite elderly bee such as myself), and start up the Mostly Live Video Stream for the sake of my Continued Well-Beeing.

So, just as soon as I get all that Equipment set up, and get all those cords untangled, I’ll turn that on and go back to bed, then you can start doing that, okay? Thanks. A lot. I appreciate it.

Okay then. Until I wake up again...

Let’s all bee highly careful out there!

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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.

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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.”

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“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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