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).

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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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