Another story in the works . . .
Hey! I'd love to hang around and chat with everybody today, but if I'm gonna get the first part of my story into my Editor's wings by Sunday, I've gotta get to work!
I hope everybody has a terrifically satisfying day - and weekend!
I'll see ya' on Monday!
Well, at least Georgie has a cover designed . . .
I just got back from my Editor’s office. He was highly upset.
“I’m highly upset,” he told me.
“Why?” I asked.
“Beecause, for some reason, I was brought in for questioning by that new Hive Security guy, Krush McKowsky. He spent more than six hours questioning me,” he said.
“Really? That couldn’t have been much fun,” I said.
“It wasn’t. But do you know what he was questioning me about, Bee?” he asked.
“He’s interested in going into the newspaper buzziness?”
“No. He was questioning me about YOU, Bee.”
“Me?” I asked.
“Yes, YOU,” he buzzed at me. “Now, why would he bee asking me about you, Bee? What, exactly, have you gotten yourself into?”
I told him I didn’t know and that I had accidentally tripped over him the day beefore in the Hive, but I couldn’t imagine why he was suddenly taking such an interest in me.
“I’m flattered,” I said.
“Don’t bee, Bee. From the way it sounded, this Krunch McKowsky seems to have it in for you.”
Oh geeeeeeeze.
I can’t imagine why Krunch McKowsky is so interested in me. I’m pretty boring, really, and, as far as I know, we’ve never met beefore (though I do hafta say that his voice sounds kinda familiar. I just can’t place it, though.)
Anyway, my Editor made it clear that he didn’t want any trouble and that I’d just better “watch it”.
"I always do, sometimes," I told him.
Then he asked me how my feature story about what happened to me during the time I was away was going.
“Great! See?” Then I gave him a copy of the title cover sheet to prove I was hard at work on this thing.
“A cover? That’s all you have for me? Where’s the rest of the story?”
“I’m working on it,” I told him. “I’m just having a bit of trouble remembering everything, but I’m sure it’ll come to me.”
“It had better,” he said, “and it had better bee good.”
“I have no absolutely, positively no doubt whatsoever that it will bee, probably,” I said.
Then he told me to get out of his office. So I did that.
Just as I was leaving, my Editor told me that he wanted the first part of my story in his wings no later than Sunday. (Leave it to my Editor to mess up a perfectly good weekend with a silly deadline. Geeeeeze.)
So - for all those who are curious - here is what I’m working on. I call it, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”.
Okay then. It’s a chilly, drippy day out, so it couldn’t bee a more perfect day to keep working on my story. Just as soon as I find my bendy straws, I’m gonna fix myself a festive and refreshing Cool Season Umbrella Drink and get buzzy.
I hope everybody has a tremendously pleasant day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
A Pest Eradication and Hive Security Bee?
Okay, first off, I just wanna say that, according to an Out-of-Royal-Court-Settlement, it appears that I’ll bee writing a lengthy description which explains why I was gone for three weeks or whatever it was.
Fine.
Everybody already knows that I’m a bee of few words, so as ya’ can imagine, writing a whole Feature Story about what happened (as much of it as I can remember) isn’t gonna bee an easy thing to do. But I’m gonna try - AND - I’ve even come up with the perfect title for it. My Editor is gonna love it. Probably.
Anyway, I’m afraid everybody’s gonna hafta wait until tomorrow beefore I announce what the title to my story is. (Hint: I’m not telling anybody yet, so stop looking for hints. Geeeeezzzzze.)
In the meantime - and I hafta’ share this - I popped over to the Hive yesterday afternoon and it appears we have a New Arrival. It appears this guy is some sort of Security SubContractor or something. Rudy told me that he’d heard a rumour that Queen Bee was FORCED to hire this guy to provide “Hive Security, Pest Eradication, and 24-7 Enforcement Services” (whatever that means).
I hafta bee perfectly honest here and say that I don’t particularly feel comfortable around the guy. I accidentally tripped over his feet (I didn't see him) while I was visiting the Hive (fortunately, he only gave me a warning).
The first thing the guy said to me was, “Ya’ shouldn’t had oughta’ done that, Bee.”
I said, “Sorry. It was an accident.”
“Was it?” he asked as if I did something wrong deliberately on purpose.
“Absolutely,” I said. Then I realised I didn’t know who (or what) this guy was, so I asked him that.
“Krunch,” he said. “Krunch McKowsky. Pest Eradication and Security.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m sure we’ll bee friends in no time.”
That’s when he said, “Bee, Just comply and we’ll get along just fine.”
It’s weird that he knew my name. Whatever.
Beefore I left, I spotted Bigfoot at the entrance reading another Self-Improvement Book, so I asked him what he knew about the guy. (I figured if anybody would know, it would bee Bigfoot. He hears everything.)
“Well,” he said, “I’ve heard, Queen Isabella is not one bit happy about all this, but finally let him move in beecause one of his specialities is Hive Defence.”
“Hive Defence?” I asked.
“Correct. The rumour is that Krunch has been trained to bite the legs off of any marauding mites or Hive Beetles. That kills them, you know, then the Hive doesn’t need to worry about such things anymore.”
“I guess that’s a good thing,” I said, “but it kinda makes me sick to my stomach.” (Bigfoot said he felt the same way and hoped he wasn’t around if something like that ever happened. I agreed.)
Anyway, I just thought everybody would like to know about all that.
So. Today, it’s windy out again, Great Grandma Gee Gee said she was cold, so she’s taking a nap, then she said she's gonna bake some cookies. so it’s a perfect day to stay inside and concentrate on putting together that story for my Editor.
(Tune in again tomorrow to find out what the title is!)
I hope everybody has a wistfully nonchalant day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Georgie's Editor insists that he explain himself...
Hey.
Did I happen to mention that my Great Grandma Gee Gee is back from visiting with her Sister? Well, she is. She told me, “We had a very nice visit, but when I heard that you were missing, I just had to come back and wait for you to return, dear. Also, my sister snores.”
So that’s a good thing. It’s nice to have her back.
Anyway, I finally made it over to my Editor’s office. I was about an hour late. When he started getting mad at me, I tried to use that excuse that my friend, Erin, suggested. My editor just gave me a dirty look and said, “Wrong. Stop lying.”
So I did that.
Then he said, “Bee, we have a problem here.”
“And what problem is that, beesides my beeing late?”
He showed me copies of the last three weeks or so of the “Bee Times Gazette Journal Record - and Online News” and pointed to an empty box at the bottom of Page 8.
“What do you see here?”
“Nothing. Just an empty box,” I said.
“Correct. An empty box. Do you happen to remember what was supposed to bee in that empty box?”
“An ad for slide rules?”
“Don’t bee facetious,” he said. “What was SUPPOSED to bee there was your weekly ‘At the Movies with Georgie Bee’ column. As you’ll notice, it isn’t there.”
“So I see,” I said.
“I need an explanation,” he said.
“I was out of town,” I told him.
“NOT good enough. Even if you were out of town, you could have emailed me your columns. But you didn’t do that, did you?”
“Well, no, beecause I . . . “ I started to explain.
“Bee,” he interrupted me, “I want a full and detailed explanation about why you were unable to full your contractual obligations to this publication - and it had better bee good. Or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else you will bee sued for Breach of Contract, Immensely Disappointing your Reading Audience, and Failure to Provide an Opinion.”
Oh geeeeeeeeeze. I really don’t need to bee sued right now.
Anyway, after he finally stopped screaming at me, I promised that I would provide him with a comprehensive, highly detailed account of where I’ve been and what happened to me which he is insisting bee publishing in the final edition of the paper as compensation to my readers.
So I’m gonna do that. I’m gonna write the whole thing out (at least, what I can remember) and share it with everybody here a little bit at a time, then when it’s done, I’ll submit it to my Editor for publication in the "Bee Times Gazette Journal Record - and Online News".
This afternoon, I think I’ll spend some time trying to think of a convincing title for this thing. (Somebody suggested, “Why I Didn’t Show Up for Work”, but I’m pretty sure I can do better than that.)
Okay then. It’s nice - but windy outside today, so I’m gonna go find my beret and get to work.
I hope everybody has a magnificently memorable day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
It appears Georgie slept through the Hallowe'en Party...
I just woke up from the Hive’s Hallowe’en party. What’s really weird is that, apparently, everybody’s already left and gone home.
I remember putting on my costume from a few years ago, and going to the party - but that’s about all I remember.
Oh, I DO remember that my costume was super-heavy and hard-to-get-around-in, and it was hot and stuffy, and that I could barely keep my Compound Eyes open.
I can’t beelieve I slept through the whole party. And then some.
I’m so disappointed.
It’s almost as bad as missing a new Monday which, thankfully, I didn’t. (It is Monday, right?)
Anyway, I see there’s a note from my Editor sitting here. It says, “Bee: In my office, 10:00 a.m. sharp, Monday. - Your Editor”.
Oh geeeeeeeze. I’m already late. I gotta go.
I hope everybody has a more fiesta-like day than I’m gonna have.
I’ll see ya’ later!