And NEW for the 2017 Warm Season . . .

Happppppy First Day of the Sparkly Season, everybody!

I can’t stick around, beecause we hafta get ready to go to the Feast of the Fables tonight. I thought it would never get here. I have a huge bunch of Semi-Refined Vintage Nectar (don’t worry, I didn’t make it), and have been practising telling lies all week, so I have a feeling it’s gonna bee a great evening.

I’ve heard that whoever tells the best lie tonight wins either a Coupon for a One-Year Membership at Bendi Halloway-Over’s “Bee Fit” Fitness Club, or a Six-Month Subscription to “Bee Monthly”. (I’d go for the magazine.) I hope I win.

Oh, in case I forget to remember to remind you:

One week from today, I’m gonna bee starting my new Weekly Sparkly Season Adventure in Over-Sharing with “Inside the Hive”… at least I’m gonna TRY to keep that going at through the whole Sparkly Season.

That’s gonna depend on how dependable or undependable that Painter Bee I hired to put that together for me is. If he messes up with this whole thing, I’ll hafta fire him and just go back to my usual way of Over-Sharing, whether the Hive likes it or not. (Hey. It’s my job to Over-Share, right?)

I mean, it’s like everybody says: If it isn’t fixed, why break it?

Fortunately, I’m not paying him very much, so if this whole thing doesn’t work out, at least it won’t cost me much. Probably.

Anyway, I hope everybody has a spectacularly amusing First Day of the Sparkly Season - and a Fruitful Feast of Fables (if ya’ celebrate that)!

I’ll see ya’ next Thursday!

Mine were orange, but Kevin, Felonie and Bert got the blue ones, so as it turned out, I was the only one who didn’t hafta argue about whose Antennae were whose.

And speaking of rides. We weren’t too sure about it - most everybody’s afraid to go on it, and there are a bunch of Warning Signs beefore you get on it, and you hafta sign waivers while you’re in line and stuff, but we all decided to go on that Monsanto Ride.

Remember that Costume that was so popular this Hallowe’en? Well, that’s what everybody ended up looking like after beeing on that ride. It was horrible, but very educational, probably. I’m just glad DizzyWorld planned ahead and had a Souvenir Resuscitation Tent and Gift Shop at the end of the ride, otherwise, we’d probably bee in the DizzyWorld Memorial for the Fondly Forgotten, instead of back home, enjoying this particularly spectacular Monday.

Anyway, I haven’t even started unpacking yet, so I gotta go do that. That’s gonna take about a week, I think, beecause we came back with a whole bunch of DizzyWorld Mugs and other Huggy Memorabilia, so it’s gonna take that long to just to figure out who got what, ya’ know?

Also, beetween now and then, is the First Annual Feast of the Fables, where everybody sits around sucking down on too much Nectar and telling outrageous lies. I think it’s gonna bee great fun.

By the way, when I get back, I’ll bee starting to Over-Share what’s going in the Hive just once a week in my new, Hive-Authorised-and-Approved Feature, “Inside the Hive (with yours truly)”. I know you’re gonna love it. Probably.

So check back for that in another week or two, okay?

Until then, I hope everybody has a Happy Feast of the Fables.

I’ll see ya’ later!

So she’s leaving. I’ve heard that some of the drones are gonna leave with her, so that means there’s gonna bee a lot of nice Rental Property available in the Hive pretty soon, which is always a good thing.

After her Speech ended, the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra gave a Highly Emotional Performance of “I’ll Bee Seeing You” (I’m sure you know it, it’s a real tear-jerker.) Of course, most of us didn’t really know that song all that well, so we were all highly glad that Zambeezi, world-famous Beesker and Maestro of the Stringed Kazzzzoo, showed up to lead us in that. (A lot of bees came up to us afterwards and told us that our Performance was one of the most Heartfelt and Unforgettably Annoying Performances they’d ever heard, and that they were just sorry that the newest member of the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra had forgotten to bring his Bagpipes. (“I would have brought them,” he told everybody, “but I ran into a Plumbing Emergency.” I dunno what that a Plumbing Emergency has to do with Bagpipes, but whatever.)

When our Performance was done, I was finally able to take off my Uniform that I was wearing over my Tuxedo which I was wearing over my Hallowe’en Costume. I needed to bee more Presentably Fashionable for the Honey Ball, after all.

Of course, Queen Bee’s speech was so Long and Emotional that so by the time that was over, everybody just wanted to get out of their Formal Wear and into their Hallowe’en Costumes. Fortunately, the Honey Ball only lasted about 87 seconds, then it was time for our Hallowe’en party to beegin.

I was highly glad when the Hallowe’en party started, beecause that meant I could finally take my Tuxedo off and bee more comfortable in just my Ghost Costume.

Just a bit of advice here: If you hafta go to a thing where you hafta wear three, different things, try to wear each outfit separately instead of all at the same time like I did.
You’d bee a lot more comfortable. Probably.

The Hallowe’en Party was probably the quietest one we’d ever had. I think I was the only one in a Ghost Costume, since everybody else decided to wear that Monsanto Mandatory Retirement Party Costume, so for most of the night, everybody just laid around with their feet stuck up in the air, not moving. And that was fine with me, beecause it meant that I had that whole Refreshment Table pretty much all to myself. (I think I must’ve gained a third of a gram from all the stuff I ate. No, seriously. My Ghost Costume was getting tight and was starting to chafe pretty badly by the time the Party ended.)

So that was fun.

I’m sure I’m forgetting to tell everybody something, but right now, I hafta go. We hafta get to the Airport beefore our flight leaves without us (most Airlines will wait for their passengers, as we all know, but W.T.F.? We just can’t take chances. Kevin, Bert, Felonie, and ButterCup are already outside, waiting mostly patiently, mostly. (They just told me I hafta hurry, or they’re leaving without me.)

Oh WOW! You won’t beelieve what happened just now! Listen to this:

Just beefore he grabbed his Travel Sack and climbed into the Limo that’s gonna take us to the Airport, Kevin let Gladys give him a Hug goodbye! Can you even beelieve that?

Of course, after the Hug was over, Kevin started to get into the Limo as fast as he could. Gladys kinda grabbed his wing and said, “So I finally got to give you a big Hug, and thank you! Now, would you give ME a Hug?”

Kevin just kinda looked at her and said, “Don’t push it, Gladys.” So she didn’t.

Still, it’s nice to know Kevin’s made progress - and just in time for our Vacation. As we all know, Dizzyworld is the Huggiest Place on Earth, so it’s nice to know Kevin’s gonna bee more Hug Tolerant while we’re there.

Okay then, I gotta go. Remember: we’re all gonna bee on Vacation until sometime the week of November 14th or so, and we won’t bee back until just beefore the new Cold Season starts. And when I get back, I’ll bee Over- Sharing with everybody again, but only once a week!

I hope everybody has an ecstatically memorable next few weeks!

I’ll see ya’ when I get back!

This is gonna bee great! For sure I’m gonna buy Antennae. And the coolest thing is that we’re all gonna stay in one of BizzyWorld’s Sub-Hives. I’m so excited.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a magically inexplicable weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

“Look, Georgie,” they said, “we really don’t mind that you tell the Humans about most things we’re doing. We appreciate the attention. We need it, beecause, quite frankly, it seems there are too many Humans who seem to have us all wrong and don’t seem to appreciate the fact that they need us. Bee that as it may, we think you might bee sharing far too Intimate Details about us, and maybee you could just tone it down a little bit.”

I told them I was sorry if I’d offended anybody, but tried to explain to them that it’s my job to do that, and that it was all the Juicy Stuff that Humans seemed to like the most, probably.

“Beesides,” told them, “do you really think anybody at all would read my Daily Diary if I left out all the Interesting Stuff? No. Humans already think we’re highly boring, so why would anybody bother reading about that?”

They all had to agree that I had a point, so I asked them what they wanted me to do about it.

“You mentioned you share all this Information with the Humans every day, right?”

“Right,” I said, beecause I do, except for Saturdays and Sundays when I’m not doing that.

“Okay,” they said. “Let’s agree on something here. Instead of this Every Day Thing you’ve been doing, how about you tone it down to once a week?”

“Once a week?” I asked.

“Once a week,” they said. It seemed to me that, whether I liked it or not, they had already reached an agreement on this whole thing. “It will help you resist the urge to Over Share.”

Fine. Who am I to argue with a Swarm of Bees? That’s something nobody should ever do. It’s just a bad idea.

“And we want it to start right after the party this weekend. After next Monday, you’re going to bee limited to Over Sharing only once a week. Or else. Do we understand each other?”

I think we do, probably, even though they never told me what the Or Else is if we don’t understand each other. I hope they wouldn’t think of doing something like folding my wings in half or tying my antennae in festive knots. That would hurt. A lot.

So I guess I’m gonna start sharing what’s going on around with all my BeePs and everybody else just one time a week.
I haven’t quite figured out how this is all gonna work yet, but I will. Or else.

As soon as I figure it all out, I’ll letcha know, okay?

I hope everybody has a absurdly enjoyable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Do you know what somebody said to me the other day? I won’t tell you who said it, but you won’t beelieve it.

They said that they think that I “Over Share”.

“You Over Share, Georgie,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said. “I am a very generous bee, ya’ know.”

“It probably wasn’t meant as a compliment,” he said.

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeze, what does that even mean? When I ask him to explain himself, he just rolled his eyes and said, “Oh, just ask around,” and then he left.

I’ll say it again: Geeeeeeeeeeze, what was THAT supposed to mean??

It’s highly necessary to get to the bottom of this, so the first thing I’m gonna do today is … hold on a second, there’s somebody at the door. I’m not expecting any visitors, so it must bee a surprise package or something.
I need to go find out what it is.

I hope everybody has an astoundingly refreshing day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“It is Tuesday, October 25, 2016. The Local Time is precisely 06:11 and seven seconds A.M. in the Mountain Daylight Time Zone. The current outdoor temperature is a balmy 276.7056 Degrees Kelvin. In exactly 98 hours, 17 minutes and 42 seconds, the Festivities will commence for the Queen’s Royal End of the Cool Season State of the Hive Address, ensuing Honey Ball, and Hallowe’en Observances. Do not bee late. Have a nice day.”

Bert’s always so informative, ya’ know?

And I’m glad he is, beecause I hadn’t heard anything about the Queen giving a speech. Geeeeeeeze, why is it that whenever we just try to have a good time, somebody wants to give a big, long speech? I know the Old Girl probably just wants to keep everybody informed and everything, but quite frankly, I think most of us already have a pretty good idea about what’s going on, ya’ know? So. I guess I should bring a chair.

And it’s a good thing we’re gonna get there early.

I should probably start getting ready, even though I guess I have a little time. Preparation is everything and I don’t wanna bee late.

I hope everybody has remarkably sublime day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Anyway, I heard that Fleur’s date is gonna bee Lester. No surprise there, I guess, even though there have been buzzings that Fleur is developing a crush on Kevin, which maybee we’ll discuss in more detail later. Or not. Or maybe it was Violet LeBlanc she has the crush on. I don’t remember, quite frankly, and I guess that wouldn’t matter to anybody but Lester. Poor Lester. I do hope he doesn’t pass out when he goes to pick up Fleur, ya’ know?

Beesides, I supposed Kevin and Fleur or Fleur and Violet or Fleur and Violet and Kevin could’ve gone to the Festivities, but Kevin’s taking his Now-Formerly-Estranged Sister, Felonie. I have no idea whatsoever who Violet’s going with. I know it isn’t Ultra Violet. Those two really don’t get along. At all. Their Creative Differences are just too huge. It happens.

I’m glad hostilities seem to bee dying down beetween my Illegitimate Nephew and, as it turns out, my Illegitimate Niece. It’s always better when everybody just tries to get along with everybody else.

Okay then. I have nothing at all to do today, so I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a significantly tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I hope everybody has a miraculously jovial weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

This is the week Kevin has to report on how his week-long Pillow-Hugging Therapy went. I’m hoping it went well, and that it won’t bee long beefore he finally agrees to give Gladys HoneyWings (Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Third Cousin, Twice Removed, who’s still visiting) a hug. That would bee a good thing, beecause Gladys said, “If I don’t get a chance to give that adorable Kevin a big hug pretty soon, I may pop.”

None of us wants that. We don’t want Gladys to pop. The mess would bee bad enough, but the paperwork involved in all that would bee a huge inconvenience. I’m keeping a very close eye on this whole situation with the hugging and the popping.

Okay then. My wingtips feel like icicles, so I’m gonna go fix myself a nice cup of sweet, warm, and delicious Hot Beesco.

I hope everybody has an amazingly satisfying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

It’s been a long time since I’ve watched a six.

Well, I hope everybody has a sparklingly fresh day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Speaking of the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra (which I’m gonna start calling the B.K.B.O, for short - or maybe Beekaybeeyo, for medium), last Friday night’s Rehearsal was a mess, and at this point, everybody’s a little bit miffed with Rudy.

I dunno why he thought it would bee fun or clever or what he was thinking, but during the Rehearsal, he clapped his wings together and said, “Okay now, everybody! The thong is coming along nithely, but I think it’th time to practith our Formation Marchthing.”

Nobody could beelieve that he was suggesting that we not only put together a Musical Performance that will astound everybody, but also do a Formation Marching Routine? I don’t think so. And nobody else did, either. It was bad enough to hafta try to learn to play the song we’ll bee performing (“The Theme Song From the Hive Over the River Kwai”), but have you ever tried to march to that? It’s impossible.

So a highly bigly argument broke out and, in the end, it was decided that, NO, we wouldn’t bee doing any Formation Marching, and that the next - and LAST - Rehearsal we’re gonna have before the Cold Season hits will bee just beefore the Big Parade of Coffins, where we will bee Going Over Things Just One More Time. And that will bee that.

Probably.

Ya’ know, I wonder how things are going with the Human’s BeeP version of the Kazzzzoo Band. I think I’ll try to go find out.

I hope everybody has a ingeniously clever day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Reading somebody else’s Diary is an amazingly uncivilised thing to do,” he said. “A Diary is personal. It contains the Innermost and Most Highly Deeply Intense Private Thoughts of its owner, and can reveal things about one’s self that are ordinarily kept out of the Public Eye. Even your asking me if you can read my Diary - as much as I appreciate both your interest and the fact that you are the best uncle in the world, and I love you - is stepping way over a Boundary. I’m sure you understand the necessity for Boundaries in all this, Uncle Georgie, am I correct?” he said.

“Yes, I am completely familiar with the need for Boundaries, probably, and try my best to step over them whenever possible,” I said. “Without Boundaries,” I continued to explain to him, “we’d never know what we’re truly capable of accomplishing. Take it from me,” I told him, “you can never go too far when it comes to destroying Boundaries, Kevin,” I said.

Kevin just rolled his eyes at me and said, “You have it completely backwards, uncle. But somehow, I’m not surprised at that.” Then he asked, “Are you going to try to tell me that, if you had a Diary, you’d just let it out there, for the whole world to see and read? You’d just let anybody come along and bee privy to your most Private, Innermost Thoughts and Feelings?”

“Of course,” I said. I do it all the time.

“That’s sheer foolishness, uncle,” Kevin told me. “Certainly, you’re aware of the significant risks you’re taking with your privacy?”

Actually, I’d never thought about it, but I’m gonna go outside (beecause it’s a beeautiful day) and think about that right now.

I hope everybody has an appealingly sublime day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I hope everybody has a magnificently fascinating day!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

I can see a huge difference, can’t you?

I’m officially ready to go to this year’s Combination Honey Ball & Hallowe’en Celebration. That’s a load off.

So, in case you’ve been wondering, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) just might bee starting to snap out of that case of Chronic Hugaphobia he’s been suffering from lately.

When he finished his Session yesterday with his Therapy Bee, Charlie, I heard Charlie tell him, “Okay Kevin. I’ll see you next week. Beetween now and then, what are you going to do?”

“Practise giving my pillows hugs,” he said.

“That’s correct. I think you’re ready for this next step, so I want you to tell how things went. So what else are we going to do this week?” he asked him.

“Write it down in our Diaries,” Kevin replied.

“That’s correct,” Charlie said. “And bee honest - then we’ll review what you wrote next time,” Charlie said to him. “Okay?”

“Fine,” Kevin said. “But I just hafta to say: you may bee the best Therapy Bee there is, and I appreciate the lengths you’re going to in your effort to help me deal with this, but I feel compelled to share with you the fact that I am still feeling a significant level of discomfort with this entire situation. And I still have some concerns about using a pillow. You know that pillows have been responsible for more Smothering Mishaps than we may realise, and can contain surprisingly large populations of Undesirable Insects and Bacterium, so I’m significantly nervous about all this.”

“That’s normal,” Charlie told him. “It will get easier with practise, probably.”

So I guess Kevin has to spend the next week practising hugging his pillows for the next week, whether he likes it or not.

Good for him. And I can’t wait to read his Diary.

Well, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying that today is gonna bee a beeautiful day! So I’m gonna find something to do outside.

I hope everybody has a awe-inspiring day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So that’s settled.

Okay then. Bert just rolled through here (Kevin just installed a set of Run-Silent-Run-Deep Glider Transport Wheels™ on him, which means that he’s quieter now, but has a tendency to sneak up on ya’ and freak everybody out), and said, “It is Wednesday, October 12, 2016. The local time is 07 hours, 13 minutes, and 87 seconds, Mountain Daylight Savings Time. The current outdoor temperature is a balmy 279.7056 Degrees Kelvin. Expect possible increased winds, some clouds, but relatively mild temperatures. Have a nice day.” (I could tell Kevin’s been working on his Programming.)

So I’m gonna go enjoy that.

I hope everybody has a earthshakingly vibrant day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

… but it looks like I might as well join the Protest. So I’m gonna go back to Beezo’s today, and get one of those “Monsanto Employee Retirement Party” Hallowe’en Costumes. I hope they’re not already sold out.

So I need to go do that.

I hope everybody has a massively enlightening day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Oh sir, you look so realistic! It fits perfectly!”
Then he told me to just lie there and “get the feel of the Costume”, so I did that, also.

Yeah, well, it may have fit perfectly, but my legs starting tingling in a highly big way, and it itched. A lot. Also, I’m afraid it was just a too little realistic. I’m pretty sure it would scare the Larvae, and nobody wants that. Beesides, I don’t wanna spend the whole time at the Ball and Hallowe’en Party just laying around in a corner, not moving and feeling itchy and tingly. I don’t hafta tell you that it just wouldn’t bee a fun Costume, now would it?

Then the guy showed me the “Bee On Freeway Windshield” Costume, but that one was simply too graphic.

Again, I don’t wanna to scare the Larvae.

I suppose I could wear an Olive Drab Tuxedo, wear a red hat, hold a stick and go as “Bee Swimming in Nectartini”, but that seems a bit too informal, especially for the Ball.

I’d like to keep talking about this, but right now, I gotta take Kevin to his next appointment with Charlie, his Therapy Bee. (I saw that Kevin brought his Sack with him, so this must bee Personal Inventory Review Day). While he’s doing that, I’m gonna spend the time while I wait figuring this whole Costume Issue out. And I need to do that amazingly soon, beecause the Combination Honey Ball & Hive Hallowe’en Celebration is coming up in just 19 days.

Okay then.

I hope everybody has a spectacularly intriguing day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Did I mention that it turns out that Kevin highly minded that I tried to overhear what he was talking about to Great Grandma Gee Gee? He minded. A lot.

The fact is, I TRIED to listen in, but I couldn’t understand anything he was saying. If you ask me, Kevin was either mumbling, or, more likely, he was probably speaking French. I did not know that either he or Great Grandma Gee Gee spoke French … I learn something new Every Single Day.

I hafta say that I guess I didn’t know until now that my Illegitimate Nephew has an amazingly, huge bigly temper. Considering the fact that I couldn’t understand anything he was saying, he really didn’t have anything to bee mad about, ya’ know? But it turns out, he was.

I guess he must’ve spotted me kinda bending around the corner like that, beecause he was buzzing along to Gee Gee, then suddenly stopped, looked right at me, and yelled, “MAY I HELP YOU?”

Oh geeeeeeeeze. I guess I over-stepped a boundary or something. About all I could think of saying was, “Uhh, uh, I uhhh….” which, in Bee, translates into, “Uhh, uh, I uhhh.”

So that was highly embarrassing.

Then Great Grandma Gee Gee looked at me and said, “You know, dear, it’s not polite to eavesdrop.”

It figures she’d have an actual name for what I was doing, ya’ know? Then she asked me, “If I give you Cookie, will you relocate into the other room - where I am sure you’d bee more comfortable, dear - and watch your stories while Kevin and I enjoy a private visit?”

She was so reasonable about the whole thing, how could I say no? I couldn’t.

So she gave me a Cookie, and I went off to watch my stories.

Fortunately, there was a Re-Run of “As the Hive Turns”…it was that episode where Lance has disappeared and everybody thinks he’s run away to join a migrant Pollenating Crew, just to get away from Isadora’s nagging. I’m sure that if you’re following the story, you know what I’m talking about here with Isadora and her nagging. (I don’t know how anybody puts up with her.)

Anyway.

I’m gonna go enjoy another weekend of watching Sunsets with ButterCup. She’s been telling me I’ve been working too hard, and until I snap out of it and start relaxing more, we’ll bee watching Sunsets together.

Fine.

I hope everybody has an adorably gratifying weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

For a minute there, I forgot what this whole thing was about. (That’s very unusual, since I usually have pretty close to a Perfect Memory, mostly. But then, you already knew that about me.)

Where was I? Oh yeah…

Then he went into the kitchen, where he sat and ate a bunch of Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies and talked to Gee Gee.

I didn’t realise it until I turned around, but Gladys was in the room the whole time Kevin and I were talking. Of course, she heard everything. She just kinda smiled at me, shrugged her wings, then gave me a huge hug.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “Everything will bee okay. Probably."

I’ll hafta say, that was nice.

So, as you can see, things around here are going along great, and I am completely confident that everything will continue to bee fine, as long as we don’t run into problems, which is highly unlikely.

I’m gonna fix myself a Nectar Fizz now, and see if I can maybee hear what’s going on in the kitchen.

I’m sure Kevin won’t mind.

I hope everybody has a praise-worthy day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I asked him what he was doing, and he said, “Charlie told me that if I’m going to make any meaningful progress toward a brighter and more well-adjusted future, I must first make a thorough Inventory of my Past. So that’s what I’m doing. It’s just taking longer than I thought. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” I told him (and I don’t), “in fact, after seeing you do what you’re doing, I was thinking it is probably time to clean out my closet.”

“Not funny, uncle,” he said, then he went back to his sack.

Geeeeeze. I wasn’t trying to bee funny. I really meant it when I said I should clean out my closet on these days.

Anyway, I told Kevin that I’d take him to his next Session, then take him to lunch. We’re both looking forward to that, probably.

So, I gotta go find something to take with me to read while I’m waiting for his Session to end. I’m pretty sure I have an appropriately entertaining Magazine or Periodical I haven’t read yet somewhere around here…probably in my closet.

I hope everybody has an unquestionably remarkable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Geeeeeeze.

Then he told me not to worry, beecause in a few weeks (according to Charlie), there is going to bee a Friends and Family Therapeutic Encounter Session, and that Great Grandma Gee, Bert, Gladys, and I are all supposed to join in their conversation, and bee a part of his ongoing Comprehensive Nurturing Programme that Charlie put together for him, which he also wouldn’t tell me what that was.

I’d say I’m looking forward to that Family and Friends Session, but I’m not sure I am. I know it makes me feel highly nervous, which I don’t like at all, but I suppose if it’s gonna help Kevin, I will most certainly and definitely go to that, probably.

So, right now, he’s sitting around in his room, rummaging through his Sack. (You remember that Sack of his, right? I thought so). He’s left strict instructions not to bee disturbed. (I could say something about that, but I won’t.)

Well, it definitely feels like the Cool Season outside, so I think I’m gonna go enjoy that.

I hope everybody has a spectacularly vivid day!

I’ll see ya’ later.

When it was Kevin’s turn, we walked into his Office, and Kevin said, “So, what’s this all about? Why am I here?”

“You’re here to get help with your Larvahood Issues, so you can stop hiding in the closet from Gladys,” I told him. “This is your new Therapy Bee, Charlie. You two are gonna bee spending some Quality Time together.”

“That’s right, Kevin - may I call you Kevin?” Charlie asked.

“I’ll have to think about that for a moment,” Kevin said, “but until I guess it’s okay to call me Kevin, for now.”

“Sarcasm. I can already see where we need to beegin,” Charlie said, “so Kevin, if your Uncle…”, Charlie began saying, until Kevin interrupted him.

“My Illegitimate Uncle,” Kevin said.

“Anyway,” Charlie was beeginning to look annoyed. “If your ILLEGITIMATE Uncle would excuse us, I think there’s no time like the present for us to start getting better acquainted.” Then Charlie just stopped talking and kinda stared at me as he pointed his wing toward his Office door.

I took that as a hint and left. I went back to the Waiting Room and started reading that 2-year-old copy of Bee Monthly Magazine, and an fairly interesting article about How To Create Adhesives with Honey Extract, while I waited. And waited. And waited.

When Kevin finally emerged… Hold on…sorry, somebody’s at the door. I gotta go see who it is.

I’ll finish this tomorrow.

I hope everybody has a uniquely sensational day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Can you even beelieve that tomorrow it’ll bee October already? Geeeeeze, this Cool Season is going by fast, isn’t it? If things keep up like this, I wouldn’t bee surprised to find out it’ll bee time to celebrate Hallowe’en in about a month.

Well, I think I found a Therapy Bee for Kevin. And I’m sorry that I can’t tell you all about that right now, but I will when I come back on Monday.

In the meantime, I’ve promised ButterCup I’d spend the next few days watching sunsets with her.

So I’m gonna go do that - just as soon as the Sun starts going down, which usually happens just beefore it gets dark, for some reason. (I'm still trying to figure that one out, ya' know?)

Anyway. Until it does get dark, I'm gonna spend the rest of today indulging in some much-needed Recreational Screen Bouncing. It's perfect weather for it.

I hope everybody has a magnificently festive weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

Finally, after about 10 hours, they decided to call it a Day, and left. Of course, they forgot I was there, so it was another hour beefore my calls for help were answered and I could finally go home for supper.

I don’t think I’ll go back there unless I’m highly sure they need my Expert Guidance on this thing. My ankles just can’t take it.

Anyway, today I’m gonna keep looking for a Therapy Bee for Kevin. If I don’t find somebody around here pretty soon, I’m just gonna hafta hook Kevin up with Online Therapy, and nobody wants that, probably.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a stunningly festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Chanting?” I asked him.

“Indeed, my child,” he told me.

“Yeah, okay, but I’m not your…” I started to day, but he interrupted me.

“It will only bee when he has beecome Harmoniously Aligned with his Innermost Cravings for Love and Affection that he will bee One with himself, and he will no longer find it necessary to hide in… what did you say it was?”

“An empty Bendy Straw box,” I told him.

“Yes, the empty Bendy Straw box is a reflection of the emptiness he feels inside, as he tries desperately to…”

I kind of tuned the guy out at this point, beecause I’ve seen Kevin eat, and I can tell you for sure he isn’t empty inside, so and told him I was late for an appointment to get my wings groomed, then I left.

The next Therapy Bee wasn’t much more helpful than the first one. She told me that what Kevin needs is to spend a whole bunch of time soaking in a cup of lukewarm yogurt and lavender and listen to Samba Music, and that after exactly six weeks, he’d bee fine. I dunno why that would work at all, so I probably won’t hire her. Beesides, even though we all love Samba Music, nobody around here likes yogurt, so we don’t have any.

I dunno. I’m gonna keep looking. I just don’t think I can put up with Kevin hiding in that empty Bendy Straw box much longer, ya’ know what I mean? It’s just creepy and it’s starting to smell weird.

Oh geeeeeeeze…I was gonna tell everybody about what happened the other day with Harrizzzz and Junior, when I helped them build that coffin thingy, but I hafta go now.
I’m late for another Therapy Bee Interview, so I’ll hafta tell ya’ all about that later.

I hope everybody has a insufferably vivacious day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So, I’ve got a great idea! I’m gonna find my Illegitimate Nephew a Beehavioural Therapist. I think it would help get him past his Fear of Hugs and Other Intimacy Issues so he can finally stop hiding in that empty Bendy Straw box. And I also think it’s highly necessary find him a Therapy Bee pretty soon, beecause I’m pretty sure that Gladys is starting to get suspicious.

“Where did Kevin go to?” she asked me yesterday afternoon.

“Uh… he’s in his..er…at his boxing lesson,” is about all I could come up with. (I really didn’t wanna get into this whole thing, and I wasn’t exactly lying, probably. I mean, he’s still in that box and everything, so… .)

“Well, I hope he gets back soon,” Gladys said. “I need to give that adorable, little drone a Big Hug!”

“If he shows up again, would you settle for a wingshake?” I asked.

“Heavens no!” Gladys said. “That cutie pie needs a Hug!”

So he’s still hiding.

Anyway, I was gonna tell ya everything that happened yesterday when I went over and helped Harrizzzz and Junior build that coffin thing, but right now, I hafta go find Kevin the help that he probably so desperately needs.

So I’m gonna go do that, even if it is only Tuesday.

I hope everybody has a legendarily ample day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

He peeked out from under the box and whispered, “Is she around?”

“Who?” I asked.

“Gladys!”

“Oh. No, she and Gee Gee went to Bees ‘R Us to pick up a set of new Spatula Cozies,” I told him. “They won’t bee back for quite awhile.”

“That’s a good thing,” he said.

“Why do you say that?” I had to know.

“I dunno, uncle. Every time she sees me now, she rubs my head and tells me how cute and utterly adorable I am. And if that isn’t bad enough, she’s a…she’s a… “ and then just kind started looking all nervous again.

“She’s a…hugger?” I took a guess.

“Yes! She’s a HUGGER, uncle!” he said.

“I’ve noticed that, too, Kevin. Is that a problem for you or something?”

“Well, it kind of is. You probably already know that I’m still grappling with some issues from my Larvahood which continue to remain unresolved, and that leads me to experience somewhat of a heightened level of anxiety when it comes to certain Dsplays of Affection,” he explained.

“Like hugs?” I asked. (Personally, I like those, so I really wasn’t sure what to say to him about all this.)

“Exactly, uncle. Hugs. But also Wing-holding, Head-Rubbing, sitting too close to me…and forget Bee Kisses. It just makes me feel…”

“Like finding a new job?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“No… just generally uncomfortable. So I’m trying to avoid her until I can reconcile my Larvahood Issues,” he told me.

“So, what’s that gonna take, about a week or so maybee?” I was curious as to how long Kevin was gonna try to keep hiding from Gladys.

“Uncle Georgie,” he said, “you’re the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but that was a highly insensitive remark. You evidently are making light of my Larvahood Issues, and I’m going to say right now that I don’t appreciate it.”

Then he grabbed his box and left beefore I could apologise.

I think he probably went off to work on those Issues or something. I hope he resolves them soon, beecause Gee Gee just informed me that Gladys will bee staying with us at least until the end of the Cool Season. That’s a long time to bee hiding out from somebody you live with, right? I think it is.

Anyway, we’ve been having a pleasant Visit so far. Gladys is amazingly sweet and energetic and highly affectionate - and she likes to do dishes - so I don’t mind having her around at all.

Well, I need to cut this short today, beecause I hafta put on my Carpenter’s Assistant Togs and go help Junior and Harrizzzz build that Coffin I was telling you about last week. I am totally positive they need my help in a huge way, and I don’t wanna disappoint them (even though I’m already late and was supposed to bee there an hour ago).

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a sparkling fresh day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an exquisitely amusing weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

Oh, beefore I go… Great Grandma Gee Gee just informed me that a Relative of hers is coming to visit for awhile. She’ll bee here on Friday.

“My heavens,” she said, “I haven’t seen her in such a long time. “

“Who?” I asked.

“My Third Cousin Twice Removed, Gladys, dear,” she said.

“Gladys? You have a cousin named Gladys?” I was just asking.

“Yes, dear. We call her Gladys, but her real name is Gladiolus Honeywings, of the Illinois Honeywings. The last I heard, she lives just outside of Chicago and shares an apartment with her Sister, Petunia - or, as we call her, Patty,” she told me.

“I see,” I said.

“So beefore she gets here, would you and Kevin please clean the Boot Box so that Gladys doesn’t think we live in a slum, dear? Things are looking a bit disorganised around here.”

Kevin just looked at me and rolled his eyes, but we both said, “Sure.” So we’re gonna do that tomorrow, probably.

But now, I’m gonna go out and find my Favourite Spot to relax and enjoy the last day of the Hot Season.

I hope everybody has a miraculously sublime day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“They have a Vision for thith Coffin, and plan to build one for the Hive that will WIN THITH THING!”

After we were introduced, Junior said, “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Bee. How are you? I hope you’re having a great day!” (Junior’s very polite.)

Then Harrizzz said, “We could use your help with this, Bud,” to which I said, “Bee. My name is Bee. My help?”

“Yeah, your help, Bee. Lester’s helping, so are a bunch of others in the Hive, so there’s no excuse for you to just let everybody else do all the work on this thing while you just sit around, ya’ know. If this Project is going to end up beeing as Beeautimous as it needs to bee, we’re gonna need help - and lots of it.”

Whatever. I told them that maybee I’d help out, but it would hafta depend on my Rehearsal Schedule, and whether or not they planned to do it at the same time that Talula Beehead Retrospective is gonna bee on the Bee Network pretty soon (I think that starts airing around 3:27 a.m., MSDT, and runs for the next week, hopefully.) I simply can’t miss that, so I told Harrizzz I’d let him know, probably.

In the meantime, I need to go do laundry (I’m out of socks.)

I hope everybody has an immensely curiosity-satisfying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. Ya’ try to get away from the World, and what happens? It follows you. It’s just not fair.

So today, I plan to pay Rex a little visit, and have a long and serious talk about more carefully coordinating any future Get Away Plans so that this never happens again.

So I’m gonna go do that. (I wonder if he’s awake yet.)

I’m hope everybody has an amazingly superlative day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

They say that, even if they can save the Antenna, he’s gonna bee in Sensory Restoration Therapy until at least January, and that his Antennae may never straighten out completely. That’s highly unfortunate.

In case you happen to have Antennae, it’s always a good thing to remember to not get too close to drills when they’re spinning. Ya’ don’t wanna get your Antenna stuck in a spinning drill, ya’ know. (That hurts. A lot.)

So we’re all hoping the best for him. I was gonna send him a Get Better Fast Card, but I can’t find my stamps.

Okay then, I hope everybody has a spectacularly festive weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

Okay then. It’s highly chilly out today, so I’m gonna go practise or something. Or maybee I’ll go turn on BeeFlix and find out if they have the Concluding Episodes of this year’s Talent Contest. I never did find out who won that. (Maybee nobody did, which is why I haven’t heard anything.)

I hope everybody has a massively ingenious day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I saw that Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), was buzzing around the Kitchen, munching on a Honey Sandwich (without a napkin), so I asked him, “What’s up with Bert?”

Kevin took a bite of his Sandwich, kinda chewed for a minute, then said, “You don’t know? Seriously? You’re the best uncle in the world, Uncle Georgie, and I love you, but sometimes, you can bee incredibly insensitive.”

“WHAT??” I didn’t know why he was calling me “insensitive”. If you prick me, do I not bleed, probably?
(Yes, I do, in case you’re still sitting there wondering about that. Geeeeeze.)

Then Kevin plunked down next to me and asked me, “Remember the other day when you told everybody that even Humans could bee in the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra?”

“Yeah,” I think I remembered.

“And do you remember when we were sitting around here, with the Final List of Permanent Members of the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra, and Bert was listening in?”

“Yeah,” though I didn’t know Bert was eavesdropping.

“Well, after Bert had heard about who was invited to bee a Permanent Member of the Band, and heard that even Human BeePs could join their own version of this project of yours, he said, ‘Fine. Everybody in the whole world can join the Band, but I guess not ME. Not me, who is Just a Robot.’,” Kevin said. “That’s what he said, uncle: ‘Just a Robot’. What do you have to say to that?”

“That he’s just a Robot?” I thought he was, probably, since he’s just a Robot.

Then Kevin gave me this kinda dirty look and said, “Bert is more than Just a Robot, uncle. I’m deeply surprised you haven’t figured that out by now. Do you think he LIKES giving the Time, Date and Local Outdoor Temperature Readings all the time? No, he does not. He does it beecause he CARES. Bert has feelings. He has Deep Feelings, in fact, and it is quite obvious those feelings were highly hurt, so for the past few days, he’s been sitting in the corner, crying, beecause nobody asked him to bee in the Kazoo Band & Orchestra,” Kevin said. “That’s so thoughtless.”

“Crying? Is that what that squeaking sound is?” I had to ask.

“Indeed, Uncle Georgie,” Kevin said, looking at me as if I didn’t know robots could cry. “Bert was crying. His little Mechanical Heart has been broken, beecause nobody thought to include him.”

“Well, I…” I started to say I’d bee happy to invite Bert to join the Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra, but Kevin interrupted me.

“And I suppose you didn’t know that robots can cry,” he said.

I didn’t know that, so I said, “I did not know that.”

After Kevin finished going on and on about the mechanical and Inner-Electronical and Pseudo-Integrated Relative Spacial-Plane Physics beehind his soon-to-bee Patented iBee Emotion Chip, and explaining all the Key Commands involved in the Necessary Over-Sensitivity Software Modules he employed in building Bert, he asked me, “So? What are you gonna do about all this?”

Of course, I immediately told him that I was gonna invite Bert to bee in the Kazzzzoo Band and Orchestra. I just can’t handle crying, ya’ know? Especially from a Robot. It’s just weird.

So I did that. I went over to Bert where he was still going through the Sobbing Script Kevin had written for him, and told him he could join the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra

I guess that made him happy, beecause he stopped making that highly annoying squeaking sound, stood up, turned around and said, “Thank you. I deeply appreciate your Kind Invitation. It is Saturday, September 10, 2016. The current time is 08 hundred hours, 37 minutes and 16 seconds. The outdoor temperature is a balmy 290.0944 Degrees Kelvin. Have a nice day.”

Then he went into the other room, all happy and humming on a Kazzzzoo he pulled out of his Butt Compartment.

Problem solved. Now all he needs is the Sheet Music.

Anyway, for the next few days, I hafta teach Bert all the songs we know, and make sure he gets an Official Uniform Beret and Kazzzzoo.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an amazingly vivacious day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

PS: Everybody needs to remember that today is Animal Hostility Day! Let’s all bee careful out there and for sure, watch your back.

“When I walked in, he said, “And?”
I said, “And what?”
“And? Where is the AND?” He seemed highly curious about this “and” thing.

“Uh, and … uh…” I just couldn’t come up with anything.

“In your Feature Article this week, you left out the word, ‘AND’, Bee. Never mind that you misspelled ‘beeginning’, as in “beeginning to recover”. Leaving an ‘E’ out of a word is halfway understandable but completely leaving words out of your sentences is both Unprofessional and Unacceptable,” he said.

“I did that?” (I didn’t remember doing that.)

“Yes, you did. There was no “and” between the words ‘colours’ and ‘styles’. You left out the “and”. ‘…colours AND styles’ is what it should have read. But it didn’t. I just won’t have it.”

He seemed marginally upset about this whole “and” thing, so I said, “Sorry, it won’t happen again, beecause if I’m anything, I’m dependable trustworthy,” I told him.

“Dependable AND trustworthy, Bee,” He said.

“THANK YOU!” I felt so flattered by his praise.

He just looked at me and told me to get out of his Office.

So I did that.

I know there was something else I was gonna tell everybody, but I can’t remember what it is at the moment. I’m sure I’ll remember what it was by tomorrow, probably.

In the meantime, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying it’s gonna bee a beeautiful day, so I’m gonna go out and enjoy it!

I hope has an exquisitely tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

(click on the pic to learn more about the "BeeP Version"!)

So did you hear the Big News? It seems that the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra has been invited to give one of our Unforgettably Unforgettable Spectacular Performances at something they call the “Emma Crawford Cough and Races Grand Parade”. That’s gonna bee right here in Manitou Springs, Colorado, USA. so there won’t bee a lot of travel involved, which is nice beecause those Transport Canisters get stuffy.

As excited as we all are about this, nobody can completely understand why Humans would all get together when to celebrate a Bad Cold. Not only is there the Parade, but then I heard they close off the street and try to outrun each other. It just sounds weird, ya’ know what I mean here? Oh sure, I wanna go, but I really don’t need a Cold, especially not beefore the Cool Season gets here.

Lucky for us, this whole thing doesn’t happen until October is almost over, so we have plenty of time to Rehearse on our Kazzzzoos and Formation Marching Routines (which, I should mention, Rudy came up with…he’s very good at this stuff, ya’ know) beefore then - and build up our Immune Systems just in case. Even better, according to Rudy, it won’t even get in the way of planning our Annual Hallowe’en Party!

Isn’t this exciting news? Everybody’s incredibly excited. Or was.

As it turns out, a few days ago, I was telling my BeeP, my oldest - and who, until just recently, I thought was my Dearest and Most Trusted Human Friend - Rex, about all this. He just kinda looked at me with one of those looks he gets (ya' know the ones, probably), and said, “That sounds like a great Idea, Bee. In fact, that’s an incredibly amazingly great Idea!”

“Thank you. It was my Idea, ya’ know…it came to me while I was just kinda…” he interrupted my interesting story about how I thought up this great idea (which was incredibly rude, by the way), and kept talking.

“I’ll bet it’s going to bee great time. I think I’m going to get a bunch of Humans together, tell them my idea, and do the exact, same thing. We will call it the ‘Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra”! We’ll even have the same Uniforms as you guys! This is going to spectacular!”

Then he had the nerve to ask me if he could borrow our Play List.

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. HIS idea? He’s such a liar! And he’s gonna wear the SAME EXACT Uniforms that we’re gonna wear??? Seriously? That guy doesn’t have an original bone in his body, does he? I think this is probably an outrage. If it’s not, it should bee.

This kind of stuff makes me highly mad.

So, after I gave him a copy of our Play List, he said “thanks”, and told me needed to get back to work on what he called his “Bee Coughin’ ” (he evidently wants to give one or more of us a Cold), then told me to go thank Queen Bee and the Hive for donating all that honey for this Cold of his. I dunno why he couldn’t just do that himself, ya’ know? Maybee he just didn’t wanna give Queen Bee and the rest of the Hive his Cold. He didn’t say why he wouldn’t do it, he just told me to do it as if I’m still working for that Messenger Service, which I’m not.

Then he left.

So what this means is that, thanks to a maybee-Ex-BeeP of mine who’s been running around, talking beehind my back to our Queen and the Hive about Sponsorship Support - and stealing my Ideas - there’s gonna bee a bunch of Humans with Colds dressed in the exact same Uniforms as we’re gonna wear, and playing the exact same Kazzzzoo Music, for cryin’ out loud.

Seriously now, I’m not even sure how anybody who goes to this thing will bee able to tell us apart (at least that’s what Frank said the last time I spoke with him).

Anyway, my rumoured Human friend, my Alleged BeeP, Rex, asked me to let everybody who’s listening know that, if they’re interested in (and, I hafta add, QUALIFIED to) join the BeeP Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra, they should sign up, and really soon, probably.

He said that, if there are any Humans out there who want to bee a part of this whole Thing (the idea for which he shamelessly stole from me just to bee clear here), they need to Sign Up someplace around here - or online - and that they’ll wanna buy a Beret Set.

I told him that, considering he’d misappropriated this whole Idea of MINE in the first place, I thought he was out of line with charging for the Uniforms (we get ours for free) probably, but he just said, “Bee, the Hive might bee paying for the Coughin’, but it’s not paying for the Uniforms and Kazzzzoos, which happen to bee great.”

I guess he has a point. They are great Uniforms. Anyway, he told me to tell you that each Uniform Beret Set costs the Ridiculously Unheard-Of Low, Low Price of 40 Dollars* (his words, not mine).

*Or a one-month supply of Fresh Lotus Honey, which he promised to share with me. I hope he isn’t lying again. I didn’t think he would up til now, but evidently, he likes to lie. A lot. Maybee we don’t know some Humans as well as we think we do, do we? I guess we’ll see, if somebody pays him in the honey and doesn’t share it with me, won’t we?

ANYWAY… if you’re interested in all of this, ya’ need to go here:

https://www.facebook.com/BeeKazzzzooBand/

By the way, I was also supposed to mention some place called the Manitou Springs Chamber of Commerce, which just happens to bee just down the street from here, mostly, and has a huge giant, festive, Green Question Mark in front of it. (I’m guessing they’re trying to say that they a lot of questions there, if anybody is looking for those. I’m thinking that if you walk into that place, ya’d better have some answers, probably.) Evidently, you can sign up there and get the Beret Set there (though I’ve heard it has more than just a Beret in it, but I can’t remember what, exactly. I just know it’s a bunch of stuff that everybody who signs up will need, probably).

Well, it’s a beeautiful day out. I can’t get over this feeling there’s something I’m supposed to do today that involves Queen Bee and the Hive, but right off the top, I don’t seem to bee able to remember what that is. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t all that Highly Important, though. So I’m just gonna go enjoy myself with some highly beneficial Recreational Screen Bouncing.

I hope everybody has a spectacularly fascinating day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Geeeeeeeeeeze. I’m just gonna say right now that I feel highly insulted, and not just beecause I hafta hire S.O.Bee (the Hive Lawyer) again … just listen to THIS:

I just found out that the Hive has formed a “Survivors of Georgio’s Nectaral Fermentito™” Support Group which are beeing conducted around Lester Bee’s bedside in the Hive Infirmary’s Intensive Care Unit. (He’s supposed to bee released in another week or two, if everything goes well and if Nurse Beeatrice can get his Fluid Balance back under control.)

Geeeeeeeeeze. Since when do Support Groups form just beecause their members utterly lack the Refined Palette to fully appreciate a fine, vintage, Fermented Nectar product?

Seriously now.

If I didn’t know that I will win an Award for my Liquid Creation, probably, I would almost feel hurt, ya’ know?

I just hafta keep reminding myself that, when I had that part-time job as a Night Watchbee at the nearby Distillery Factory, I’d sometimes hear about the Factory Workers beeing overwhelmed by the sheer goodness of the product they were helping to manufacture, though I don’t remember them ever putting together a Survivor’s Support Group like this. (Though I’m guessing that they didn’t do that, beecause that company’s Worker Benefit Programme didn’t pay for outside activities.)

When I told Great Grandma Gee Gee, and Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) about this, they both said, “No surprise here.”

Then Kevin said - and get this: “Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but you need to do the entire, living population residing on this Planet - if that what it is - a huge favour and never, never, ever, ever try to make another batch of that Nectaral Fermenichiko stuff or whatever it’s called of yours ever, ever again. Promise.”

Of course, the only thing I could say to that was, “But…”,
but he interrupted me.

“Promise,” he said.

So I promised I wouldn’t do that again.

I guess I can see his point. The whole process is very complicated and time-consuming, and it uses a whole bunch of space here in the Boot Box, so I’m sure they’ll bee happy to see all my Specialised Equipment put back into storage.

Still, I should probably apologise to everybody for depriving the World for not beeing able to continue to provide the subtle, unforgettably unforgettably delicate and astounding taste-treat that was Georgio’s Nectaral Fermentito™.

I’m sorry for that.

Anyway… it’s also probably just as well, beecause I was simply spending too much precious time on the Manufacturing Process, and had beegun to fall down on the job of practising my part in the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra. Our next Rehearsal is probably on Friday, and quite frankly, I think I’ve already forgotten some of the songs.

So I need to go practise.

I hope everybody has an unusually enjoyable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So… you probably won’t beelieve this, but for some reason, that first Batch of Georgio’s Vintage Nectaral Fermentito™ seems to have undergone some sort of unfortunate Chemical Reaction beefore it was delivered to last Friday’s Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra Rehearsal. For some reason, it turned out to bee a lot stronger and much more influential than I expected.

Everything was going along fine at the Rehearsal on Friday, then it was time to take a break and enjoy the Refreshments I had provided this week which, of course, were Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Royal Honeychew Krisp Cookies and the latest batch of my Nectaral Fermentito™.

As we all gathered for Break Time, somebody (I think it was Lester Bee…we can’t bee since there was a whole bunch of confusion after the Can was opened… he’s still in the Intensive Care Wing of the Hive’s Infirmary, so he’s still unable to confirm that he was the one who opened the Can) said, “Let’s DO THIS THING!”, then he pried open the can of my August Vintage Georgio’s Vintage Nectaral Fermentito™.

For some weird reason, as soon as the lid came off, everybody started passing out. We think it was Lester who got the worst of it, beecause as soon as the lid was off, he grabbed his face, then he kinda disappeared in a huge puff of fog (or whatever that was). By the time we could see him again, he didn’t look like he did beefore. He looked incredibly blurry or something. (He was sent to the Hive Clinic where Nurse Beeatrice is still trying to go through the very lengthy and complicated Confirmation of Identity Process.)

If you ask me, everybody was just overwhelmed by the exotic aroma of a truly fine Fermented Nectar Product. I’ve always beelieved that it would take a truly Informed Palette to genuinely appreciate the sublime bouquet of Georgio’s Nectaral Fermentito™ - which, by the way, is why I still think I will win a prize with this stuff this Cool Season’s Fermented Nectar Festival, probably.

Evidently, Rudy was so impressed with my creation that, beefore he ran out of the room, he announced to everybody who was still conscious that the rest of the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra Rehearsal was cancelled.

I hafta say that I was glad I got to get home early. (I don’t like long Rehearsals, do you?)

I guess that Rudy was so impressed after what I managed to come up with for Rehearsal Refreshments - and after he saw how everybody got so distracted by my Nectar Creation - he cancelled Rehearsals for the next week.

As he was trying crawl back to the Hive, I thought I heard him say, “Never again. Never, never, never again will I allow thith to happen. Forever and alwayth, thith night will bee known ath The Great Fermentito Inthident of Twenty Sixthteen.”

Is there any higher praise than that? I don’t think so. I feel incredibly humbled.

Anyway. Our next Rehearsal is set for two weeks from next Friday. Rudy mentioned something about needing to let the Rehearsal Space “air out”, and that it was gonna bee at least another week beefore Krunch McKowsky (he’s back on the job as Chief of Hive Security, ya’ know) could get around to removing all those “Do Not Enter” streamers he put up, so it’ll bee nice to have a week off, ya’ know?

In the meantime, sometime this week, I’m gonna sit down with Rudy Bee and Ultra Violet. We hafta put the finishing touches on the Final Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra Membership List. (Rudy said that beetween what he called “unreliable Katttthoo Band & Orchethtra partithicipathion,” at the Bee Games, and the fact that some of the Band members are still recuperating in the Hive Clinic, that we need to put together a more permanent, reliable list of Members. That will bee fun.

I think today, I’m gonna start my next batch of Georgio’s Nectaral Fermentito™, just as soon as I can find that guy in the furry tuxedo again and get more Raw Materials. I thought I smelled somewhere around the Boot Box last night sometime - either that, or something was burning. (For some reason, he’s only around at night, usually, so I hope he shows up again.) I simply can’t bee responsible for how the next batch will turn out if he doesn’t show up and throw another supply of Raw Materials at me like he did last time (that’s what gives Nectaral Fermentito™ its Special Appeal - but don’t tell anybody…it’s a Secret Recipe that I don’t want getting around all over the place).

By the way, I know exactly what I did wrong with this last batch, so I’m absolutely positive this next batch is gonna bee completely perfect in every way, probably.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a spectacularly amusing day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) was kind enough to loan me one of his Biohazard Suits so I could watch Bert transfer the Precious Liquid from its Fermenting Bin to the final, labeled Can, where it was Hermetically Sealed and is ready to go.

After we managed to get the whole batch into that Can, Kevin said that he thought it would probably bee a good idea if I didn’t try to carry that whole Batch to the Rehearsal by myself, probably since it’s so heavy.

“Uncle Georgie,” he said to me, “you’re the best uncle in the world and I love you, but it is my considered opinion that you avail yourself of the services of a qualified, Deliver and Disposal Service to transport this rather volatile fluid you’ve created to where ever it is that you plan to move it, just for the sake of safety. Also, I have to add that we will all bee very happy when this stuff is off the premises.”

I couldn’t agree more. That stuff has taken up a lot of space. Also, I have enough to carry with my Beret, Kazzzzoo, and Sheet Music, so I really appreciated his advice.

So, I just called the Snark Brothers Volatile Fluid Transport Service (“The Only Volatile Fluid Transport Service in a Five-State Area™”), so they’re gonna bee here very shortly to deal with getting the first batch of Georgio’s Vintage Necataral Fermentito™ over to the Hive for tonight’s Rehearsal.

I am so excited. When the rest of the bees in the Band get a taste of my Liquid Creation, they’re never wanna go back to HoneyAde. Probably.

Oh geeeeeeze. The lid on the can full of my Nectaral Fermentito seems to bee bulging, so I’d better go deal with that beefore the Delivery Bees get here.

I hope everybody has an exquisitely festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So I didn’t move fast enough yesterday when my Timer went off. I got so involved in unrolling that thing of Wax Paper I found that I accidentally forgot to remember to turn down the heat on my first batch of Georgio’s Vintage Nectaral Fermentito™. So most of it ended up exploding all over everything.

Great Grandma Gee Gee is furious, beecause she says that the distinctive aroma of my soon-to-bee Award Winning Concoction is making her Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies taste weird. That’s not a good thing.

“You know, dear,” she said, “I think the next time you try to make this stuff of yours, it might bee a good idea if you did it outside. Away from my Cookie Sheets and Cookie Dough.”

She’s probably right. I’d have more room outside anyway.

Well, I hafta go help clean things up around here, then go out and try to find a few cases of Air Freshener. We need it.

Okay then, I hope everybody has a tremendously informative day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Of course, that might also bee beecause the guy I got the Nectar from - some fuzzy guy who was wearing a fuzzy black-and-white-striped Tuxedo - (he just kinda threw it at me and left without telling me what kind of flower it came from). And ever since I started the Initial Boiling Process, everybody’s been coming around asking, “Do you smell something burning?” I dunno what that’s all about.

Anyway, while I’m waiting for the timer to go off here, I thought I’d better spend a little time designing the Official Labels that I’m gonna put on the can that I’m gonna pour this stuff into. Personally, I think I’ve come up with an Official Label that could possibly win next year’s Fermented Nectar Festival that’s beeing held in Narka, Kansas next year (right next to that Egg Candling Factory I’m sure everybody remembers is there).

I can’t wait.

Oh geeeeze. My Timer just went off. I gotta go deal with that, right after I finish unrolling this thing of Wax Paper I just found.

I hope everybody has a satisfyingly festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

It’s gonna bee perfect.

I’m gonna visit the Hive Library. There’s a book on Advanced Nectar Fermentation Techniques that I wanna check out - and I hafta return my copy of “To Kill a Hummingbird”, which mostly might bee overdue.

Also, it won’t bee much longer beefore the Cool Season starts, so I wanna bee sure I’m ready with a huge supply of delicious and warming Fermented Nectar to help me get through all those chilly days. (Usually, I just go out and buy that stuff, but somebody told me that if you really want the best, most nutritious and effective Fermented Nectar, you hafta make it yourself.) That means I can kill two birds with one stone! (Not that I’m gonna do that…I’m not gonna go kill two birds, and I don’t beelieve in throwing stones…it’s a saying I learned from one of my Beeps that means that I can get two things done at the same time. There will bee no birds harmed in any of this.)

So I’m gonna do that. I’m gonna go get that Instruction Book, then spend the rest of the afternoon making my first Batch. I’m sure it’s gonna bee delicious.

This is a huge responsibility, so I’m sorry I can’t just keep standing around, chatting like this. I hafta go.

I hope everybody has a mystifyingly satisfying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Anyway, it’s Friday, which means that it’s almost the weekend, which also means that I hafta get back to work finishing up my Special Weekly Feature Thingy for next week. The very last thing I would ever wanna do is to disappoint my Editor, ya’ know. (I can’t stand having to go to his Office every Monday. I need that to end now.

Also, it’s just been brought to my Attention that tomorrow is Kevin Snark’s (my Illegitimate Nephew’s and Felonie Snark’s Estranged Brother”s) Birthday. (I would have known that earlier, but I still can’t find my Calendar/Organiser. I’m sure it hasta bee around here somewhere.)

So I asked Kevin how old he’s gonna bee tomorrow, and he said, “Do you have a valid reason for asking me that particular question? If so, I just need to say, once again, that you’re the best uncle in the world, Uncle Georgie, and I love you, but unless you have some significantly justifiable need to obtain this rather personal and private Information, I’m afraid I cannot divulge that information.”

Fine. We’ll throw him a Party anyway.

I hope everybody has a massively delightful weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

So I hafta say that my famous French Pollen Soup that Great Grandma Gee Gee made last night was a real hit!
Both ButterCup and Fleur had seconds, and, by the time supper was over, everybody felt relaxed and well-fed, probably.

“Zis zoup eez ze bezt Pollen Zoup I have eVER had, Georgie,” Fleur told me.

“You mean the French Pollen Soup,” I wanted to make sure she knew this wasn’t just any Pollen Soup, ya’ know?

“Ouî,” she said, “zat’s what I zaid.”

“No,” I had to correct her, “you said ‘Pollen Soup’. It’s isn’t just Pollen Soup, its FRENCH Pollen Soup.”

She just kinda looked at me like my head had grown another head or something, then she just shrugged that cute, little French Shrug of hers.

I dunno what that was all about. I’m just glad she liked the soup.

After supper, I suggested that maybee she, ButterCup and I could play a short game of Strip Parcheesi, but Fleur said, “Oh, I would love to, but I cannot. It eez ezzential I return to Parie as quickly az it izz possible.” (In case you don’t know French, “possible” means the same thing as “possible”, but it’s just pronounced differently.)

Now, I hafta say that I dunno why she said that. Fleur isn’t planning to go anywhere, at least not for awhile, but she keeps telling everybody she has to leave, even though she is gonna stick around for awhile. I know that, beecause she told me (and she told me not to tell anybody, which I won’t beecause I’m incredibly good at keeping a Secret…you won’t bee getting any of this information out of me, that’s for sure). Also, I know that she’s secretly staying in ButterCup’s Guest Cell in the Hive, so… . I dunno what’s going on with Fleur, but I’m sure she has her reasons, probably. She’s incredibly mysterious sometimes, ya’ know?

So Fleur left to go wherever she was going to do whatever she had to do, and ButterCup and I decided that instead of playing Parcheesi, we’d clean up after the mess Great Grandma Gee Gee had made in the kitchen helping me make the Soup, then we went for a nice stroll in the Near Meadow.

By the time it started getting dark, I was starting to feel a little gassy (probably from the French Pollen Soup), so ButterCup and I said our Nighty Nights, and I went to bed, mostly.

Today, I hafta take my Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra Beret in to bee Dry-Cleaned and Sanforised, whatever that is. Beelieve me when I say that, after what happened during our Performance at the Bee Games Closing Ceremonies, it needs it.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a magnificently calm day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

PS: Remember to check back tomorrow for my next Weekly Feature Thingy! I know my Editor is gonna love this one. Probably.

I think we saw each other at exactly the same time. When she saw me, she came rushing over with her wings open to give me a big hug and kiss me on both cheeks (she does that, ya’ know).

“Fleur?” I still wasn’t sure it could possibly bee her.

“Ouî!” she said, which means “of course it is” in French.

“Oh mon cheri Georgie!” she said in that cute little French accent she has - you know the one.

“Fleur!” I said. “I’m so glad you’re here! You should’ve told us you were coming so we could have had a nice jug of Chateau d’Chateau chilling for you!”

“You are zo zweeeeet, mon ami, but I can ztay for but un moment.” In case you don’t know French, ‘un moment’ (of course, she said it like the French moment, not the English moment, which is different), means “I had planned to stay longer, but due to circumstances beeyond my control, I’m afraid I’ll hafta leave very soon, beecause my presence is required elsewhere”. It sounds so much more elegant in French, ya’ know? So that was disappointing.

Anyway, I wanted to stick around and try to convince her to visit a little longer, but it was getting to bee time for our Performance at the Closing Ceremonies, and I was still trying to remember where I’d left my Kazzzzoo, so I had to tell her, “Arvwar”, which (in French) means, “I’m sorry, but I hafta go find my Kazzzzoo, but I hope I get to see ya’ later.”

Well, it turns out that she’s still here. She’s staying with ButterCup and, the last I heard, the two of them were gonna go to a Beerobics Class at Bendy Halloway-Over’s “Bee Fit” Health Club. (ButterCup still goes there, but she still refuses to eat the salads.)

So tonight, I invited ButterCup and Fleur to come over to the Boot Box for some of my famously delicious French Pollen Soup. Of course, I’ve never made that beefore, so I’m hoping that Great Grandma Gee Gee can take some time out of her buzzy schedule baking Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies and show me how to do that. She’s an excellent cook, ya’ know. Everybody says so.

I think I’m gonna go ask her if she can do that.

I hope everybody has a surprisingly delightful day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

When I got there, I was glad to see that he’d been able to replace the glass in his Office Door. You couldn’t even tell it’d gotten broken.

Anyway, when I walked in, my Editor said, “What is it with you?”

“What??” I said.

“Do you happen to remember our past conversations about Neckties? Would you care to explain what went wrong this week?”

“There was a problem?” I didn’t think there was a problem.

“Thai food, Bee? You feature THAI FOOD?”

“Well yeah,” I told him. “I wanted to bee sure to not mess up last week, so I was highly careful to do a Web Search on ’NECKTIES’, and that was what came up: the National Epicurean Cuisine Keepers of Thai Sophisticates website, along with a link to those really delicious-looking Thai Sticks. I thought you’d bee pleased. After all, I’ve heard Thai Sticks can also help improve circulation.”

I’m not sure if I’d ever seen my Editor cry beefore, so I wasn’t sure if I should’ve asked him if he’d ever tried those things. He never did tell me.

The only thing he said was, “Just get out of my Office.”

So I did that.

Anyway, last night saw the Closing Ceremonies of this year’s Bee Games, in case anybody had forgotten. I should mention that I still have four tickets left over from that, so if anybody wants to buy those from me, let me know.

So last night, the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra was the Featured Act for the Closing Ceremonies of the Bee Games. It was very exciting, and I’m pretty sure that beefore the audience started throwing those soggy Pollen Puffs at us while we were performing our Closing Number (“The Bee from Ipanema”), the whole thing went pretty well.

I’d tell ya’ more about it, but right now, I hafta go try to find my shoes.

I hope everybody has an astoundingly reasonable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So yesterday, I was sitting there, minding my own business, when my Editor’s Secretary came over to my Boot Box to tell me that he wasn’t happy. She said that he said that I’d left the word, “preposterous” out of my Weekly Feature Thingy yesterday, and that the Print Edition of the Bee Gazette Times Journal Record…and Online News had already been delivered (so he knew I couldn’t fix that), but that he demanded that I fix the Online News version.

So I did that.

As his Secretary was leaving, she said, “Oh, by the way, he wants to see you in his Office, first thing Monday morning - or else.”

Geeeeeeeeze… is he gonna keep doing this to me for the whole rest of the Hot Season? I hope not. There’s nothing worse than having to start a perfectly good Monday in my Editor’s Office.

Anyway, ButterCup buzzed over yesterday afternoon. She was coming to get me so we could go to one of my favourite events in the Bee Games: Pollen Juggling. We were lucky enough to get tickets to that, so she thought that she and I could just enjoy a nice, quiet supper together, watch the sun go down, then go to the Games.

So we did that. It was great fun.

The team from Iraq won, with Brazil coming in a close second.

I’m astounded every time I watch those highly-trained, superbly-conditioned Pollen Jugglers take the field. They’re amazing. I keep thinking that, one of these years, I should start practising my Pollen Juggling Skills and try out for the Hive Team. Sure, I might hafta compete for Pago Pago, since our Hive Team was recently disqualified from future competition for Pre-Competition Nectarizing, but at least I’d have my chance at a trophy, which is always a good thing. After all, the Bee Games are all about Individual Excellence, not what Swarm somebody comes from, right?

And tonight, ButterCup and I have a date to go watch the Quarter-Semi-Semi-Finals for the Aerial Beenastics Competition. (Luckily, nobody has to have tickets for that, since everybody can see it from where ever they are.) I hope France wins. They’re the best at executing French Curves, ya’ know.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a miraculously fun weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

Rudy’s had lots and lots of experience in organising musical stage productions for the Hive, he knows how to get powerful, creative personalities to work together, so it’s been decided: HE will be in charge.

So, this morning, I went over to the Hive to let Ultra Violet know what had been decided, then paid a visit to S.O.Bee’s Office, where Violet LeBlanc works, and told her the same thing.

“Fine,” Ultra Violet said.

“Fine,” Violet LeBlanc also said.

I’m glad we’re all in agreement here, so that’s settled, probably.

Rudy has decided that the whole Band & Orchestra has to get together tonight to finish handing out printed copies of his Planned Organisational Agenda to everybody, so I’m gonna hafta eat an early supper tonight. I don’t wanna bee late.

Oh, and in case anybody’s curious: I’m also pleased to report that I was able to get my Weekly Feature Thingy onto my Editor’s Desk for tomorrow’s edition of the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News. He wasn’t there when I dropped it off, which is a good thing. Anyway, check back tomorrow for that. I’m sure it’s something you won’t wanna miss, probably.

I hope everybody has a refreshingly tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“You mean, the Violet LeBlanc that’s S.O.Bee’s Personal Private Confidential Secretary?” I asked. “That Violet?”

“Yes, THAT Violet,” Ultra Violet buzzed.

“Yeah? What about her?” I asked.

“Well get THIS,” she buzzed, “Violet LeBlanc seems to think SHE should bee in charge of the Band, and she told me I should just go practise my ukulele and leave the organisational details to HER. Can you beelieve she said that? ‘Just go practise your ukulele and let me deal with this,’ is what she said. The NERVE!”

“She said that?” I asked.

“YES! Yes she DID, Georgie. And THEN she said, ‘It’s pretty clear that you’re not taking this whole thing seriously enough, so I beelieve it is time for me - and my impressive organisational skills - to step in and take care of things.’ THEN, she tried to grab my Clipboard out of my wings.”

“She tried to steal your Clipboard?” I couldn’t beelieve it, so I said. “Violet LeBlanc always seemed to bee so pleasant, at least she was that one time I was around her.”

“Pleasant? PLEASANT?” Ultra Violet was furious. “Just WHOSE side are you on here?”

“Yours?” I was pretty sure I’d made the right guess.

“That’s right you are,” she said. “She is not a pleasant bee, Georgie. And I just won’t take this anybody, especially from her! As I told her, there’s only room for ONE Violet around here, and that’s ME! I feel VIOLATED.”

Oh geeeeeeeze. I really didn’t want Ultra Violet feeling violated, or Violet either, for that matter and have them starting to trying to sting each other. (I really can’t stand violetance.) This whole thing was supposed to bee fun, ya’ know? If I’d known we’d bee getting into Personality Conflicts, I wouldn’t have come up with the idea to put together a Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra in the first place. Probably.

In case you don’t know this, Ultra Violet and I have been highly good friends for a very long time, so of course, I was going to take her side in all of this. So, after I gave Ultra Violet a couple of Great Grandma Gee Gee’s soothingly delicious Royal Honeychew Krisp Cookies to help calm her down, I told her I’d bee happy go out today, have a talk with everybody else who’s signed up to bee in the Band, and make sure that everybody agrees that she should still bee in charge.

That seemed to help her feel better about all this, so she said “thanks”, and told me she was gonna go back home and practise her ukulele.

So I’m gonna go do that. I’m gonna go have a talk with everybody and try to help settle this dispute beefore it gets any nastier. The last thing we need here is a bunch of Violet violence, ya’ know?

I hope everybody has an amazingly festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Bee?” he said.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Where was it?”
“Where was what?” I asked. I didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Your Feature Column for last Thursday. Where was it?”

Oh geeeeeeeze. It was just as he asked me that question when I remembered that I was so buzzy with the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra Auditions and Rehearsals that I had neglected to deliver last week’s Weekly Feature Thingy to him.
“Didn’t you get it?” I asked, trying to pretend that there must’ve been some sort of gap in our communications.
“No, I did not,” he said.

Then he started launching into this whole, big thing about the Responsibility of the Press and that a Chain is only as strong as its Weakest Link, and that wasn’t I ashamed of myself for disappointing my Loyal and Beeloved Readers and stuff.

“I guess,” I said. “Why? Did somebody say something? Did you get a whole big pile of complaint forms or something?”
“No, but…” he started to say, but I interrupted him.
“Well there ya’ go. Nobody complained, so I guess that means there wasn’t a problem,” I told him.

He started turning all red and puffing up and stuff (I was afraid maybee he was gonna pop or something), then he got really mad at me.

“Your Feature Column had better bee in my wings no later than 3:07 this afternoon - or else. Now GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!”

If you wanna know the truth, I was already ready to leave his Office beefore I even got there, so I was glad to bee able to do that. I probably shouldn’t have slammed the door beehind me like that when I left, since I thought I heard glass breaking or something, but that happens sometimes when he leaves his Office Window open on a windy day (like it is today).

So, I WAS gonna spend the day perfecting my Kazzzzoo Technique. Our next Rehearsal is tomorrow night, so I wanna bee ready for that … after all, I am still a Probationary Permanent Member of the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra, so I hafta make sure I know what I’m doing. But instead, I hafta spend the day working on my Feature Column Thingy for next Thursday, and get it to my Editor beefore he Or Elses me.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an exquisitely tantalising day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“An In-Flight Performance of ‘The Flight of the Bumblebee’ on Kazzzzoos?”
“Well, yeah. It’ll bee great!” I said. “We’ll astound the Swarms with a dazzling display of Formation Flying while offering them the Kazzzzoo Performance of a lifetime!”

Then they asked me if I’d ever tried to fly and play a Kazzzzoo at the same time.
“Well, no,” I said.
“You can’t,” they said. “It’s impossible. It’s already impossible that we can fly at all, but add a Kazzzzoo in there, and forget about it.”

“OKAY, FINE,” I said, “but I had those other ideas. Those were good, right?”

“A Kazzzzoo version of Tony Beenet’s rendition of ’Luck Bee a Lady Tonight’? Seriously, Georgie?” They didn’t seem very excited about that. I thought it was a great idea.

“You don’t like Tony Beenet?” I had to know. (Who doesn’t like Tony Beenet? I mean, he’s a classic.)

“That’s not the point, Georgie. The point is that we won’t bee taking any of your suggestions on this. We will bee providing you with a list of our Musical Selections, and, if you wish to bee a part of this enterprise, you’ll learn these tunes by heart and bee ready to Audition - tomorrow - 11:00 sharp.”

“Fine,” I said. Then they gave me a bunch of Sheet Music (I can’t read music, by the way), and told me to go home.

So I did that. And now, I’ve gotta spend the day trying to figure out how to read Sheet Music, and start learning this material beefore the first Rehearsal on Saturday.

This is gonna bee a very challenging next couple of days, lemme tell ya’.

I hope everybody else has an amazingly festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So I went over to the Hive to deliver some Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra Uniforms (Berets), to apologise for completely forgetting about our planned performance at the Bee Games Opening Ceremony Parade, and to sign that Promissory Agreement that I’d show up to the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra Practises and stuff… .

When I left to bring the Agreement to my lawyer, S.O.Bee’s, Office for him to look it over for any irregularities, Ultra Violet said she was coming with me, just so I didn’t mess up and forget to sign that thing. As we were going along, she said, “Okay, Georgie. We’ve all talked about this, and we’ve decided that we’re gonna let you into the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra, but I hafta tell ya’ there are a lot of bees who don’t think you’re taking this whole thing seriously enough, and who think you might not bee right for the Band.

“We’re gonna give you one, last chance. If you blow it this time…well, I just don’t know.”

“Fine,” I said. “I’m so excited!”

When we got to S.O.Bee’s Office, he looked over the Agreement, told me it would bee okay for me to sign it. So I did that, with Ultra Violet as my Witness. Then he gave me a Bill and told us to get out of his Office, so we did that.

So I was informed that I hafta submit Song Ideas for the Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra. Ultra Violet told me to come up with a few, sample suggestions, and have them back to her by tomorrow. Or else.

So I’m gonna go work on that. I don’t wanna know what Ultra’s “or else” might bee, ya’ know?

I hope everybody has a significantly astounding day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

When I walked in, he asked, “So what was THAT?”
“What was what?” I asked.
“That thing you were trying to pass off as a Tie, Bee,” he said.
“That was a Tie. An Antennae Tie. Workers use them all the time. But then, you probably already know that,”I said.
“No,” he said, then pointed his wing in my face, “that was not a Tie, Bee. Do you want me to tell you what that was?”
“Sure,” I said (I was curious).
“That was a Rubber Band, bee,” he said in a low buzz.
“Oh. Like a Kazzzzoo Band, except made out of Rubber?

I tried to imagine watching a Rubber Band going down the street in a Parade, but thinking of all that twanging made my head hurt. It wouldn’t bee like the soothing buzz of a Kazzzzoo Band at all.

“That sounds horrible,” I said. “I really messed up, didn’t I?”
“It is, and you did,” my Editor said. “I just wish you would have figured that out beefore we published your Feature Column.”
“Well, me too,” I said. “Should I apologise?”
“Probably,” my Editor said, “but do it on your own time. Now get out of my Office!”

So I did that.

While I’m on the topic of apologising, I guess I’m gonna bee doing a lot of that in the next day or so.

Remember when I mentioned that I had Big Plans to have the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra bee the Premier Highlight of the parade for the Opening Ceremonies of the Bee Games?

I don’t know how it could have happened, but somehow, I completely failed to remember not to forget to to that. So, when the Bee Games started last Friday, and I showed up for the Parade with my Souvenir Bee Games Seat Cushion, there were a bunch of bees standing around, giving me dirty looks.

“Well??” they said.
“Well what?” I had to ask.
“Where are they?” they said.
“Where are what?” I asked.
“Our Uniforms and Kazzzzoos,” they said.

Oh geeeeeeeeeze. How could I have forgotten that?? I guess all the Express Flight Lag I suffered going to Paris and back in one day must’ve clouded my memory (usually, it’s perfect, mostly.)

Then they told me that they’d talked it over, and that they weren’t even sure they really wanted me to even bee in the Kazzzzoo Band and Orchestra (even though it was MY idea), then told me that if I wanted to join, I’d hafta not only pass an audition to join, but would hafta sign a Promissory Agreement that I would remember to show up on time for Practises and stuff.

I think the Swarm has this whole thing completely backwards, probably. But, apparently, I don’t have a choice in this. Do you think that’s even fair? I don’t.

Anyway, I told them I’d think it over, then buzz over today to sign that Promissory Agreement, and apologise.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a sparklingly refreshing day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

That’s when it came to me: Berets. The Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra will wear Berets. It’s perfect.

I’m gonna say that I’ll bet there’s never been a Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra that’s ever had Berets for their Uniforms, probably. Leave it to me to come up with something highly stylish and original.

Now all I gotta do is to find a bunch of Berets.

So I’m gonna go do that.

Oh, and while I’m gone, bee sure to come back for my next, Weekly Feature Thingy tomorrow! I’ll bet my Editor is gonna love the Tie I’m spotlighting this week!

I hope everybody has an intensely satisfying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

It’s gonna bee amazing.

I’m probably gonna find less than 16, but slightly more than 14 bees (or maybee even BeePs) to join my Band, which I shall choose by holding formal auditions. I’ll bee choosing from a select group of the most talented and willing bees in the Hive, (or maybee my BeePs who know what they’re doing). And beecause I want my Band to march in the Opening Ceremonies of this year’s Bee Games, I am gonna come up with some Appropriately Designed Uniforms and Almost-Nearly-Professional Quality Kazzzzoos for every member who agrees to do this after they’ve passed the Rigorous Audition Process.

Of course, all of this is gonna take a bunch of honey to put together, so they’ll need to pay me back for all that stuff, but I’m sure just the excitement and honour of beeing in my Kazzzzoo Band will make the low, low cost of 35 pounds of honey per uniform and kazzzzoo a bargain at half the price. Or something. Of course, I’m guessing about the price on that, since I’m still trying to figure out what the Uniforms should bee. I’m thinking something simple. Something elegant and stylish. Something that’s lightweight and maybee offers some protection against anybody who might throw things at us.

All I hafta to do now is to finish deciding what the Uniforms should bee, find a bunch of kazzzzoos, do a couple Combination Rehearsal and Nectarfest, and my Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra will bee ready to astound the swarms of bees attending this year’s Bee Games.

This is gonna bee legendary.

So today, I’m hafta start getting to work on that. There’s not all that much time left beefore the Games beegin, ya’ know?

I hope everybody has a treacherously delightful day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

When I walked into his Office, I was ready for the worst, but he actually smiled at me (if you can call what my Editor’s face does when he isn’t mad a “smile”…it’s more of a kinda twisted-mouthpart thing he does, so most of us are glad he doesn’t do that very often…it’s kinda disturbing).

“What?!?” I felt very nervous.

“Good job, Bee,” he said. “You finally featured an actual Tie, and you’re finally beeginning to understand your Job Assignment.”

“I am? Well, that’s good to know,” I said, as he kinda came toward me with that weird smile and seemed like he was gonna put his wing around my shoulder. I backed up, since I think stuff like that from an employer is highly inappropriate. Luckily, he just clapped his wings together and went back beehind his desk.

“Now, just keep doing that for the rest of the Hot Season, and we won’t have any more problems. Right?”

“Uh…”, he interrupted me again.

“RIGHT?”

“Right,” I said. “You know that you have my complete cooperation, and that you can totally depend on me, probably,” I said. “But I was just thinking …” I continued as I started to sit down in that Big Comfortable Chair he has in front of his Desk.

“Get out of my Office,” he said.

So I did that.

I think my Editor likes to bee alone a lot. He really doesn’t enjoy having bees hanging around in his Office, ya’ know? Which is weird, beecause I think most everybody enjoys having bees around. But whatever.

So, I know this is kinda off the subject, but today, I’m gonna go digging around in the back of my closet and see if I can find my old Hallowe’en Ghost Costume I wore a few years ago. One of my BeePs reminded me over the weekend that it’s almost time for that, probably. (It seems a bit early to me, but Hallowe’en is simply too highly important to take chances with, mostly. I think that’s something that we can all agree on, right?)

I hope everybody has a blatantly favourable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Have a vastly superior day, everybody! I'll see ya' later!

Do you know what kind of unreasonable pressure that puts on me? Geeeeeze. What if I don’t remember to get it done one of these weeks? He’s gonna look pretty foolish if that happens, ya’ know?

So tomorrow, after my Weekly Feature Thingy comes out, I’m fully expecting to hear great things from my Editor. I’m totally sure he’s going to bee completely happy with things this week, and that I’m not gonna bee fired.

Oh! My BeePs will bee happy to know that I have found the perfect TIE for this week’s “Tips, Ties, and Tittle Tattle”. It’s a necktie. It goes around somebody’s neck and gets tied really tight, and, as my Editor keeps telling me, that’s good for circulation. He’s gonna bee so happy!

You’ll get to see that tomorrow. Probably.

To celebrate, I get to spend the day helping Great Grandma Gee Gee deliver a huge shipment of her Royal Honeychew Krisp Cookies to Brazil. I’ve heard they’ve beecome quite popular there. Nobody’s really surprised about that, but why they need a three-year supply of Cookies is kind of a mystery. But that’s fine. As Great Grandma Gee Gee’s new Company Slogan says, “The More Cookies, The Better for Everybody!” and everybody in Brazil must think that’s true.

So it’s all good.

And did I tell you that I found a Rose Delivery Service for all those Fresh Roses I hafta bring to the Tango Class every Saturday? I did, and for some reason, it’s highly expensive. For the next 87 weeks - or seven years, whichever comes first - I hafta pay 25 pounds of honey for a Fresh Rose every week.

The Delivery Service (the only one that delivers to this neighbour) is called Dandy Andy’s Fresh Rose and Noxious Weed Delivery Service. I didn’t even know they existed, but somebody told me they’re the only place in town where you can get Fresh Roses, or Noxious Weeds, if you need them. (Usually, I can just go out and find Noxious Weeds - and they’re usually free - but Dandy Andy puts them all together in a highly attractive arrangement and, with the option of adding a Seasonally Appropriate Vase (or Festive Container), it’s probably worth the honey. After all, if ya’ hafta have Noxious Weeds, they might as well bee attractive, right?

So that’s taken care of, which is a huge relief.

Is that all you wanted to know about today? Good. Beecause I’m gonna go take a nap.

I hope everybody has a uniquely qualified day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

OH! And bee sure to check back tomorrow, when you can read my next Weekly Feature Thingy! Nobody should miss that. Especially my Editor.

As soon as we got to the Tango Class, I found out that the lessons are beeing given my Bendy. I couldn’t figure out what learning how to Tango had to do with fitness (or, for that matter, what a Rose has to do with the Tango), but I did manage to find out. And it wasn’t pretty.

The first thing Bendy said to us was, “I’m glad to see that everyone has remembered their Rose. As you will learn, the Rose plays a huge role in the Tango, and to attempt to execute the dance in its most perfect and admired form, you must have a Rose. A FRESH Rose, to bee precise. So, each week, I will expect to see a Fresh Rose in everyone’s wings. Have we all got that?”

There was some buzzmumbling, which I guess she figured was a “yes”, then she went on and things got worse. The only thing I could think was that this meant I was gonna hafta grab a rose out of that Human Lady’s Garden every week, and I wasn’t sure she was gonna like that by the time these Tango Lessons finally end.

I think I’m gonna hafta find a weekly Rose Delivery Service or something. It’s the only polite way around this whole mess.


Anyway, after we got past the Rose Issue, the dancing lessons started. I don’t even wanna talk about that. Not right now. Not until I finish processing what happened to me during that whole thing. I’m pretty positive and sure it gave me Bee Traumatic Post-Stress Disorder (or B.T.P.S.D., for short).

I think the best thing for me right now is to go out and get some air.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a remarkably exonerating day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“BEE!” he started in on me. “I clearly recall that the last time you were here, cluttering up my Office, we had an understanding.”

“We did?” for some reason, I didn’t remember having an understanding about anything.

“BZZT BZZT BZZT! YOU DON’T TALK.” He seemed really mad for some reason.

“You reassured me that you fully understood my meaning when I make clear reference to TIES, I am not talking about TIES! Why do you not understand this? What do I have to do to make you understand that, when I say TIES, I mean TIES?”

I’m just gonna interrupt telling you what happened in my Editor’s Office for a second, and say that it’s highly difficult to satisfy that guy. And it’s mostly impossible to understand what he’s trying to say. I’m pretty sure I’m the only living beeing in the world who has to put up with a “Boss” like this. I’ll bet Humans don’t hafta put with this sort of thing that can really almost ruin a perfectly good Monday, do you? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

“I have given you a PERFECTLY CLEAR JOB DESCRIPTION, but for some reason, you keep coming back to me with these TIES of yours,” he said.

“Well yeah,” I forgot I wasn’t supposed to talk.

“I’m telling RIGHT HERE and RIGHT NOW, Bee, that THIS week’s Feature had better have a TIE in it, OR ELSE! NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!”

So I did that.

I hope something good happens today, so I can get past all that unpleasantness. If you wanna know the truth, my Editor is starting to make me a little nervous, ya’ know?

So… ButterCup and I had our first Tango Lesson on Saturday.

Oh sorry. Somebody’s at the door. I gotta go. I’ll finish telling you about the Tango lessons tomorrow, if that’s okay.

I hope everybody has a stunningly brilliant day!

I’’ll see ya’ later!

So how are all my BeePs today? Is everybody surviving this hot, hot Hot Season? It’s unbeelievably hot out, isn’t it? I’m making a point of drinking lots of Nectar so I don’t get dehydrated. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s beeing all dried out.

Well, we’re just one day away from my next Weekly Feature Thingy beeing published in the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News. I’m confident that everybody is really looking forward to that. And, if I can make a suggestion, bee sure to set aside a nice block of time to really absorb and enjoy the second instalment in my Hot Season Feature. An hour should bee enough, but two might bee better.

Just to let everybody know, ButterCup and I are now signed up for Tango Classes. Unfortunately, I found out that Bendy Halloway-Over’s Health Club, “Bee Fit”, offers Tango Classes. When ButterCup heard that, she said, “Oh this is just the best! We can go to our class, then grab a bite to eat afterwards! I can’t wait to beegin!”

Oh geeeeeze. I think we all know what that means. In case you’ve forgotten, Bendy has that horrible Salad Bar, so that means that every time ButterCup and I go for a lesson, I’m gonna hafta eat one of those horrible salads.

In case you’ve never visited that place and had to suffer through one of Bendy’s salads, lemme just tell you that they’re the absolute worst in the history of salads. If you have been there, you know what I’m talking about here.

Anyway, our first Tango Lesson is Saturday. According to the brochure, there’s a total of 87 Lessons included in the Deluxe Learn to Tango Package Deal (it was cheaper than the Lesson-By-Lesson Plan), so now everybody knows what I’ll bee doing for the next seven years or so.

I hafta say that I think that’s a highly large number of lessons just to learn to Tango, but according to the brochure, there are a lot of subtleties one must learn beefore learning to Tango correctly, so who am I to argue?

Ya’ know, I should’ve just given ButterCup a nice set of elegant Antennae Cozies for our Anniversary, but it’s too late now. Probably.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a tremendously exceptional day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Oh geeeeeeeze. If I would have forgotten that, I’m sure ButterCup would have had me assassinated, probably.

Luckily, I remembered just in time to find some wax paper to make her a card, and invite her to a special Dinner Out.

I didn’t have time to check my calendar (which for some reason seems to bee missing right now), but yesterday was either the 29th Anniversary of when we first met, or the 27th Anniversary of when we beecame an Item. Beeing the cautious bee I am, I prepared for both, then we went out together and celebrated.

As everybody knows, the traditional gift for a 27th Anniversary is Sculpture, and the one for a 29th Anniversary is Tango Lessons. Fortunately, I ran across an ad in the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record for - get this - a Sculpture of two bees doing the Tango. Then in the card I gave her, I stuck in a Certificate, Good for One Tango Lesson.

When I gave her the Anniversary Gift I’d found for her, she looked at it and said, “A statue? You bought me a statue for our Anniversary? What am I supposed to do with THIS?”

“Well,” I beegan to explain, “as everybody knows, the traditional gift for this Anniversary is Tango Lessons.”

“No, it isn’t, Georgie,” she said.

“Yes it is,” I had to disagree. “So, to celebrate this Momentous Occassion, I am giving you the gift of Tango Lessons. This statue is us, my sweet ButterCup, dancing the night away in some far-away, exotic…”

“Tango lessons? Are you serious?” she said.

“Probably,” I said. “And I know we’re just gonna have the best time ever.”

“Fine,” she said.

I could tell she was delighted, mostly.

So today, I hafta go out and sign ButterCup and me up for Tango Lessons.

I hope everybody has a fantastically authentic day!

I’ll see ya’ later.

“Bee,” he said.

“Yes?” I said.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“I can only guess,” I guessed, “but does it have anything to do with your wanting to congratulate me on the success of my first Weekly Feature Thingy?”

“Congratulate you?” he buzzed. “What you’re doing here is that I thought you should know that the Reviews are in on your first Feature we published last Thursday.”

“I knew it!” I could barely contain my enthusiasm. “I’m sure you wanted to read all those Rave Reviews to me in person. This is so embarrassing, but all I can say is… .”

Then he interrupted me.

“No, Bee. You’re not here so I can congratulate you or to read to you. You’re here beecause the Reviews to which I referred have been anything but positive. ”

Then he picked up a stack of Reviews he had sitting on his desk and started to read.

“Let me share what the Institute of Journalistic Integrity had to say about your first, weekly feature,” he said. Then he started reading.

“ ‘This is a joke, right? It’s certainly not journalism. It may bee time for the Bee Gazette Times Journal Record…and Online News to find a new Editor.’ ”

“They said that?” I asked. He didn’t say anything, but just crumpled up the paper, gave me a dirty look, and picked up another Review.

“And this one,” he continued, “from the Association of Apiary Journalists, and I quote…”

Then he went on to quote what they wrote, which wasn’t exactly very nice. After he finished, he just looked at me.

“I’m going to add my own voice to this choir, and tell you that, when I told you to include ties in your Weekly Feature, I wasn’t talking about railroad ties. When I refer to ‘ties’, I am not referring to railroad ties, or bag ties, or the Ties That Bind, Bee. Are we clear on that?”

“Of course,” I said confidently. “I understand perfectly.”

Then he said, “The fact is, Bee, we have a problem here. Apparently, you have some Serious Fine-Tuning to do on your Weekly Feature, so I’m hoping whatever you’re currently holding in your wings, which I presume is this Thursday’s Feature, is Seriously Fine-Tuned.”

“Absolutely it is. It’s totally Seriously Fine-Tuned,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “I am completely sure that my next Feature Thingy will bee even better than the last. Probably.”

Then I gave him what I’ve put together for this Thursday’s Weekly Feature Thingy.

“It’d better bee - or else,” he said as he kind of snatched it out of my wings.

“Oh I’m sure it will bee. Beesides,” I said, “everybody else I heard from really liked last week’s… .”

I didn’t get to finish what I was gonna say, beecause he just kind of waved his wing at me and said, “Get out of my Office.”

So I did that.

I gotta say that this has all been very stressful and distracting. To top it all off, I’m pretty sure there’s something important I hafta do today, but at the moment, I’ve forgotten to remember what it is. So I’m just gonna spend the day catching up on my Stories. “As The Hive Turns” is on at 2, which gives me just enough time to take a nice, soothing, nap.

So that’s what I’m gonna go do.

I hope everybody has an amazingly tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I have a feeling that I’m gonna need to save up my strength for all the autographs I’ll hafta sign after my first Weekly Feature Thingy appears tomorrow. (Hey. It’s the price of popularity and fame, probably.)

Okay then. I hope everybody has a massively superior day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

He looked at it, then said, “No. You just don’t get it, do you?”
“Yeah, I think I do, probably” I said, feeling pretty sure I got it.
“Well, you don’t, Bee. Unfortunately, we simply do not have the time to wait for anymore changes from you. It’s against my better judgement, but we have no choice but to publish this in Thursday’s Edition.”
“How exciting!” I said, feeling a glow of accomplishment.
“Now get out of my Office,” he said.

So I did that.

I’ve decided I’m gonna celebrate my Accomplishment today. I’m pretty sure I’ve totally earned a Celebration, probably.

I think I’ll start by fixing myself a delicious and refreshing Frozen Honeysuckle Colada or two, then pack up a bunch of Great Grandma Gee’s Gee’s Royal Honeychew Krisp Cookies, and just spend the day taking it easy under a leafy tree branch somewhere. I think there’s a tree with my name on it, just waiting to provide me with just the right place to enjoy some Snacking and Sipping.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an exquisitely festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“It’s about time,” he said when I gave him my Feature Thingy.

After he looked it over really fast (I don’t think he actually read the whole thing), he slammed it down on his desk.

“Bee,” he said.
“Yes?” I asked, figuring he was gonna tell me how much he loved what I’d done.
“When I insisted you include TIES in your Feature Column, I wasn’t talking about BAG TIES. I see here that you’ve included a feature on BAG TIES. BAG TIES do not qualify as TIES.”
“They don’t?” I asked. (I thought a tie was a tie.)
“No, they do not. Take this back and bring me the corrected version beefore the end of buzziness today. Or else.”

Then told me to get out of his Office. So I did that.

I was really hoping that I wouldn’t hafta work today, but I guess since it’s so hot outside (and there’s a bunch of smoke in the air for some reason), I might as well stay in and do some revisions on my Feature Article.

Whatever.

Anyway, I hope everybody has a miraculously sublime day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So I did that.

My Editor sounded seriously serious about this whole thing, so now I guess I hafta spend the rest of today and tomorrow putting that together. (I still don’t work on weekends, ya’ know.)

And that’s exactly what I gotta gonna go do right now.

I hope everybody has an exquisitely flamboyant day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Yes!” I said. “I, Georgie Bee, will write a Weekly Feature which will offer Remarkably Helpful Solutions to all kinds of Highly Complicated Dilemmas!”

“Like how to deal with crystallised honey?” ButterCup asked.

“Yes, that,” I beegan to explain, “but also things like how to deal with World Hunger, who to complain to about confusing TV schedules, what kind of shoes to wear when trying to foil a Royal Assassination Attempt, or how to get nectar stains out of a necktie.”

“I see,” she said. (She didn’t sound impressed at all. So I kept explaining the whole thing to her.)

“Every week I’ll share my insightful insights about all that and so much more. I’m sure that my loyal, dedicated and loving Readers will come to rely on me even more than they already do to help them more successfully navigate that highly tricky path that runs beetween what’s rumour and what’s real, that separates Fact from Fiction, and, every week, help them make Joyous Discoveries about what works and what doesn’t. I am absolutely positive they’d love that, probably.”

“Yeah, okay, but… .” ButterCup tried to interrupt me again, but I was on a roll as I started to feel more enthusiastic about this whole thing.

“Oh sure, it will bee a huge responsibility, but I think I’m the bee for the job. I’m highly responsible. Ask anybody. Plus, my Editor will bee super excited when he hears my idea. I’m so glad I thought of it.”

ButterCup just kinda rolled her eyes at me, and said, “Yeah, right. Whatever.”

Anyway, I’ve probably decided that’s what my special Weekly Feature is gonna bee for the Hive newspaper.
I think I’m gonna call it, “Georgie’s Tips and Tittle-Tattle”. Or something.

Ya’ know, now that I think about it more, I probably should’ve told my Editor about my idea when I was in his Office yesterday. I mean, we were both there, and I’m pretty sure he would like to have heard about my idea, but for some reason, I just forgot to mention it.

I think he got me flustered. He does that a lot.

Well, I’m not feeling flustered now, so I should go right over to his Office RIGHT NOW and tell him about my idea.

So that’s what I’m gonna do.

I hope everybody has a fastidiously pleasant day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Sometimes I think he must suffer from Hypertension. He just gets so upset over the smallest things. I think that if he doesn’t learn to relax a bit more, his head might explode or something.

I asked him why he needed to see me - again - and he just stood there, shaking, with his wings all curled up into a tight roll, and just stared at me.

Finally, he said, “Why do you THINK I need to see you, Bee?”

“You wanted to tell me about your long weekend?” I asked.

He made this weird gurgling noise, then started buzzing really loudly at me again, “NO. I did NOT want to see you to tell you about my long weekend…”.

“But how was it? Did you have a nice, long weekend? I hope you got a chance to relax. Ya’ know, if you don’t take time out of a buzzy and stressful life style, you might … .”

“STOP. JUST STOP,” he said, interrupting me beefore I could finish telling him that, if he didn’t learn to relax more, he could end up facing some serious Health Concerns.

“How many times have I asked you to have your special Hot Season Weekly Feature on my desk?”

“Two?” I was guessing.

“The fact is, I’ve lost count, Bee, but it’s way more than two times, and I’m sick of waiting. Our Readers are beecoming impatient, and if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s Impatient Readers,” he kinda snarled at me.

“Well, I can absolutely understand that,” I agreed with him. “I mean, there’s nothing more aggravating than a bunch of Impatient Readers who aren’t getting what they expect. I think you should find out who’s beehind the problem and deal with it.”

My Editor just gave me a really dirty look and slammed his rolled-up wing on his desk and said, “That does it.
I’ve told you to come up with your Hot Season Weekly Feature, but you continue to give me nothing.”

“That’s beecause I haven’t come up with anything yet,” I said. “Otherwise, you’d already have it.”

“You have until the end of buzziness today to deliver your first Feature Article, or…” he started to buzz at me.

“Or else?” I asked.

“Precisely!” he shouted at me. “Now get out of my office!”

So I did that.

I guess I have my work cut out for me today. I hope I come up with something. And fast. In the meantime, I think some invigorating Recreational Screen Bouncing would bee just the thing to help me come up with something, probably.

So I’m gonna go do that.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a titillatingly delightful day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“What,” he asked in a very nervous tone, “ith all thith NOITH?”
“So, you noticed it, too?” I asked.
“Yeth,” he said. “And you know how Noith Thenthitive I am. Thith jutht won’t do. Whenever I’m jutht about to find out jutht WHO ith making all thith noith, it thtopth. Ith very aggravating!”
“Yes it is,” I had to agree with him.

Rudy told me he was gonna go wrap his antennae in cotton balls and hide out inside the Hive Library (it’s very quiet there) until things quieted down.

“My nervth are totally frathelled,” he said. Then he left.

Mine are, too. And I hope this doesn’t go on all night, ya’ know what I mean?

So I got an Urgent Buzz•O•Gram™ from my Editor over the weekend. He said he was gonna bee out of the office today, but he demanded to see me “First Thing Tuesday Morning - OR ELSE”.

Whatever he wants to talk to me about, it must bee important.

Well, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying that it’s gonna bee a beeautiful day, mostly, so I’m gonna go out and enjoy that. Maybee if I’m lucky, I’ll find some Honeysuckle Nectar. I love that stuff, don’t you?

I hope everybody has a fascinatingly independent day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

ButterCup got mad when I said that, for some reason. I don’t know why she took that worst of the worst salad so personally, and I tried to tell her the salad wasn’t her fault, that how was she to know we'd bee sharing the most horrible lunch of all time, or that just beecause she seemed to like it, that didn’t mean that I should stop complaining so much. But she just seemed to get madder and madder at me, especially after I mentioned Fleur. She was still giving me the Silent Treatment beefore she stormed out. Of course, I had to pick up the check and leave a tip, but it was worth it just to bee getting out of there.

So, after lunch, I went out for lunch and had a Double WOW Burger (that’s what it’s called - not that it rates a WOW on the W.E.G. Scale, since it’s more of an EH, but it was still better than that horrible stuff Bendi was forcing us to swallow).

But whatever.

Today, I’ve promised myself that I’ll definitely make a final decision about my Weekly Feature Thingy, probably.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a massively superlative day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

First, I couldn’t get comfortable at all thanks to the fact that my Restless Wing Syndrome (or R.W.S., for short) was acting up. If you happen to bee among the millions who suffer from R.W.S., you know exactly what I’m talking about here.

THEN, beecause I was tossing and turning so much, my antennae kept getting all tangled up. By the time I woke up this morning, I looked like somebody had stuck a bag tie on my head - and I could barely hear the Morning Pollen Reports.

To make matters worse, I had this really horrible dream that SOMEBODY had gone out to the Far Meadow and sprayed some sort of nasty poison all over everything, so that every time a worker bee would try to pollinate one of the flowers out there, they’d end up with a seriously bad case of the Bee Flu … or worse. (Don’t ask…you don’t wanna know.)

I’m gonna say that I’m glad that was just a dream, and that nobody would actually bee foolish enough to spray a bunch of poison around like that. Nobody’s that stupid, right?

Since I really didn’t get much sleep, I need to spend the rest of the day enjoying a nice, long nap.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a tremendously tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“You’re late, Bee,” he said.

“Late for what?” I asked.

“Everything. You never returned my messages, you obviously decided to enjoy a leisurely breakfast beefore you showed up this morning … and I STILL haven’t gotten anything from you for your Weekly Feature,” he said. “Explain yourself.”

I told him I really didn’t know what to say, other than I still haven’t figured out what to do for my Weekly Hot Season Feature Thingy and suggested that maybee he could just assign me to do the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News’ Weekly Pollen Count Reports or something.

“Bee,” he said, “it’s already been established that you’re lousy with math. Accuracy is essential in those Reports. You also have not had the high level of training it takes to correctly tabulate those numbers, so there’s no way I would entrust you with that kind of responsibility. Those Reports are a Sacred Trust extended by the Bee Times Gazettle Journal Record…and Online News, and I am not about to beetray that Trust.”

Then my Editor continued to insult me for about another half an hour, then he finally said, “Your First Hot Season Weekly Feature - on my Desk - beefore I leave for the Annual Apiary District Journalism Conference on Thursday morning, OR ELSE.”

Geeeeeze. According to my calculations, that only gives me about six more days beefore I hafta come up with something. I wish he would have given me more advance notice on all this, ya’ know what I mean?

Then he told me to get out of his office, so I did that.

Anyway, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future say it’s supposed to bee a nice day, so I think I’ll bee spending some of it enjoying some Recreational Screen Bouncing. (It’s been a long time. I hope I can find my Screen Bouncing Togs.)

Okay then. I hope everybody has a fabulously delightful day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“MO?” I said.

“WHAT?” he kind shouted at me, which I thought was awfully rude. “WHADYA’ WANT?”

“Mo, it’s me, Georgie Bee.”

“THERE’S NO BEE HERE. GET AWAY!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just…” I about to say.

“WHADYA’ WANT?” Mo (and least I think it was Mo) shouted again.

“I’m here today,” I said, “to take a survey of all my loyal, faithful, loving Readers about what Special Thing they’d like me to include in my weekly column during this Hot Season.”

“YOUR WHAT??”

“My Readers,” I told him.

“SO WHAT IF I CARE IF YOU CAN READ!” Mo said. “GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR!”

“But I…” I started to explain.

“THAT DOES IT. I’M CALLING THE FUZZ.” Then he did that, then the Fuzz showed up and arrested me for Second-and-a-half-Degree Trespassing, which is punishable by a fine of 27 Pounds of Honey and/or 87 Hours of Community Service.

Oh geeeeeeeze.

I think I’m gonna take the Community Service.

So that’s what I hafta do today.

I hope everybody has a fabulously tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

It’s not only Monday, but it’s the First Official Day of the New Hot Season! And it feels like it. It’s a perfect day to just stay inside and watch my Stories.

By the way, I had a great time with ButterCup and her swarm in the Pollinating Association Retreat over the weekend. Of course, all they ever seemed to do was to talk about pollinating, and about the mountain wildflowers that were in blossom. That got very old very fast, but at least it was nice to get away for a little while.

I think it would have been a perfect trip, except that for some reason, I forgot to pack any socks. For the whole weekend, I was sickles, and I don’t mind tell you that my feet are feeling highly blistered. But I’m sure they’ll heal, probably.

By the way, my Editor had left a message that he needs to see me first thing Monday morning. Or else. Of course, I’ve already messed that up, since I decided to do THIS first, but it sounded important, so pretty soon, I need to go there.

I hope he’s in a good mood, cause I am.

Well, I hope everybody has a fantastic First Day of the Hot Season!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I checked my calendar, and it says it’s still the Warm Season, but if you ask me, if feels like the HOT Season, even though that doesn’t actually beegin until Monday.

And I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait until Monday.

Anyway, ButterCup just asked me if I’d like to go enjoy a Long, Four-Day Weekend GetAway with her and the members of the High Mountain Meadow Wildflower Pollenating Association, and of course, I said, “of course”.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a magnificently pleasant long weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

I did some Math, and figured out that, in Human years, I would bee approximately 650.25 Years Old today.

That’s very old, isn’t it? Thankfully, I don’t feel that old.

I’ve heard there are a bunch of my BeePs who are gonna celebrate my Birthday at the Townhouse in Manitou today, so I might go join them. (I’m sure at least one of them would buy me a Nectartini.)

So that’s exactly what I’m gonna do, right after I go with Kevin, my Illegitimate Nephew, and Great Grandma Gee Gee. They said they have something they wanna show me out in the Far Meadow.

I wonder what it is?

Okay then. I hope everybody has a rousingly festive rest-of-the-weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

Then Gee Gee put a huge plateful of her delicious Royal Honeychew Krisp Cookies in my lap, and told me to just relax while Kevin turned on the TV for me, and while Bert prepared a delicious and festively refreshing Nectar Fizz for me. (He even remembered the Umbrella and Bendy Straw. How cool is that?)

Anyway, Kevin looked at me very sternly and said, “Now, do not move from this spot under any circumstances whatsoever, uncle. No matter what you think you may hear or see, you must stay exactly, precisely where you are and enjoy your stories until we say you are permitted to leave this spot, which should bee sometime early Saturday morning.” Then he added, “I hope we understand one another.”

We did. So I did that. And I’m still doing that, though I gotta say… I reallllly need to use the restroom. I’ve been sitting here since yesterday, drinking Nectartinis, and I’m about to pop. As soon as Kevin gets back (which I hope is highly soon), I’ll ask him if it’s okay if I get up and do that.

Anyway, I hope everybody has a tremendously tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Do you know just how many of the 31,587 bees I invited told me they’re gonna come to my party?

No?

Well, I’ll tell you: Zero. Zip. Nada. NOT ONE.

Geeeeeeeeeze.

Every time I gave somebody an invitation, they’d just look at it, smile, and say, “I’m so sorry. I’ve already made other plans”, or “I can’t come beecause I have a Wing Tai Class”, or even, “I won’t bee there, beecause I’m on a diet, and all that Birthday Cake would spoil it.”

Honestly now. NOBODY can come to my party?????

Even Great Grandma Gee Gee said, “Oh I’m so, so sorry, dear. You know I’d love to, but I must finish baking several batches of my Royal Honeychew Krisp Cookies for Her Majesty beefore Sunday, so I must offer my regrets.”

Then Kevin chimed in, “Yes, and I need to help her, so I also will bee unable to attend.”
“Me neither,” Bert said. “I am sure it would have been a fine party, but I have also been programmed to assist in this Culinary Endeavour.” Then he said, “It is Wednesday, June 8, 2016. The Local Time is 15:32 and Seven Seconds in your present location within the Mountain Daylight Savings Time Zone. The current outdoor temperature is a balmy 303.8167 Degrees Kelvin. Have a nice day.”

Then he walked away. They all did. And I’m pretty sure I heard them giggling.

That just wasn’t nice at all.

So, I’ve decided that on Saturday, I’m just gonna go out and get myself a nice Carafe of Vintage Nectar, grab some Bendy Straws, Festive Umbrellas, stop by the Bee Balloon and Aerial Flotation Device Emporium to pick up my Complementary Happy Birthday Balloon, and celebrate my Birthday all by myself. Alone. With nobody else around. At all.

In the meantime, I need to go out and investigate what all the noise around here is all about. There’s definitely something going on around here. There’s been a whole bunch of Heavy Machinery and Sound Equipment beeing moved into the Far Meadow and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear somebody’s building a stage out there - even though I don’t remember hearing about any Music Festivals this weekend.

So I’m gonna go find out what’s going on.

I hope everybody has a magnificently satisfying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Do you know how incredibly impossible it was to keep that thing on AND have breakfast. Geeeeze. I mean, think about it.

Anyway, I decided to imagine I was having an appropriately delicious breakfast, then I waited a half an hour, then I took that thing off and ate the delicious breakfast I had imagined.

I guess it all worked out in the end.

Anyway, do you know what I just realised? I just realised that it’s only THREE DAYS until my 40th Birthday.

I’m so excited.

So I put together a whole bunch of Party Invitations for everybody in the Hive to come help me celebrate. Those come back from the Printer this afternoon, then I’m gonna go give everybody an Invitation.

I’m sure they’re gonna bee as excited as I am to party.

I haven’t planned the Party yet, of course, but I figure as soon as I know how many will bee coming, I’ll bee able to throw something together pretty fast. I’m a most excellent Party Planner, you know. I’m a tremendous Party Planner. Trust me: nobody’s better than me when it comes to planning Parties.

Anyway, I’m gonna bee very buzzy today dealing with all of this. So I need to go do that.

I hope everybody has a sparklingly refreshing day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

It was Pinky Bee’s Birthday Party, so we went to that. It was great fun, It was also nice to finally figure out what everybody's been up to.

“So THIS is Mysterious Party everybody’s been so secretly planning for the last week or so,” I said to ButterCup while we were at the party.

“This? Oh, no, this isn’t it,” she said. "And I have no idea what you're talking about."

“But….” I started to say.

“Are you going to start asking a bunch of probing questions again, Georgie? Beecause if you are, I can tell you right now that I know nothing whatsoever about any parties that may or may not bee taking place in about 12 days from now. So you can just stop asking.”

“Fine,” I said. “But I’m gonna bee invited, right?”

ButterCup just rolled her eyes at me and walked off.

She does that sometimes.

Well, I’m just gonna hafta put this whole party thing out of my head and focus on other things. I’m pretty sure there’s something I had planned to focus on, but at the moment, I can’t quite remember what it was.

I hope everybody has a mysteriously festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Almost everybody said, “Uh, my Birthday? I dunno…sometime in the Warm Season?”

“You don’t know?” I’d asked them.
“Not really,” they’d say, then add that they didn’t think most bees knew when their Birthday was. Personally, I think they were all lying. I’ve never met a bee who doesn’t know his or her Birthday.

“I do,” I’d tell them. “I know EXACTLY, PRECISELY when I was born. It was on June 11th, 1976. It was a Friday.”

“Well good for you,” they’d say. “Aren’t you exceptional to bee able to remember that?” Then they’d just kind giggle and fly away.

So, I’m happy to report that I now know that this Massively Surprising Surprise Birthday Extravaganza is NOT for anybody I know.

It’s called “sleuthing”.

Still, I need to find out what’s going on here…so I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a singularly notable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Party?” he said. “I know nothing of a Birthday Party.”

I couldn’t help but notice that his left eye was twitching when he said that.

“In fact,” he said, “I don’t beelieve anybody I know has a Birthday coming up on June 11th, but beelieve me when I say, if I knew anything about any of this, I would tell you, probably.”

Geeeeeeze. I’m not gonna give up until I find out what’s really going on around here.

And that’s what I gonna go do right now.

I hope everybody has a searingly memorable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Well get this: I finally found out what they’re trying to hide. They’re trying to hide the fact that they’ve been buzzy planning a Massively Surprising Surprise Birthday Extravaganza for somebody around here.

I don’t know why they’re beeing so secretive about everything, but for some reason, they’re apparently leaving me out of the Party Planning Process. Not nice.

I hafta say something here: I’m a most excellent Party Planner. Nobody can Plan Parties better than me, and I’ve helped Plan all the most tremendous Parties. Trust me. Despite that fact, I have NOT been invited to join the Party Planning Committee and, I hafta say, I’m feeling highly insulted.

Ya’ know what? I need to go over and have a little talk with BigFoot. I wanna find out WHO the party’s for, and WHY I’m not beeing included here. He’ll tell me. BigFoot knows everything about everything that goes on around here.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an absorbingly pleasant day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

That was highly uncomfortable.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the Killer Bees, Price. He was standing there, leaning against the back of my lawn chair and laughing. He didn’t even try to help me out of my predicament.

“Price?” I asked.
“Si,” he said.
“You’re here?”
“Si,” he said.
“So are the other Killer Bees, Style and The Bender, here, also?”
“Si,” he said. “But they’re not here at the moment.”
“So where are they?” I needed to know.
“Around,” Price said.

Oh geeeeeeze. I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of the Killer Bees hanging around, but then again, I thought maybee they could turn into customers. So I asked Price if he or Style or The Bender might bee interested in buying some of my Used Socks.

He just looked at me like I’d swallowed a pineapple or something and said, “Used Socks? USED SOCKS?? We don’t need no stinking Used Socks!”

I took that as a “no”.

After about a half an hour of watching Price chase away any would-bee customers - and me beeing still stuck in that lawn chair, he finally left.

Just about then, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), came buzzing by and saw me stuck in that lawn chair.

He stopped, looked at me for a minute, then he said, “Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world and I love you, but you’re simply going to have to bee more careful with the furniture.”

Geeeeeeze.

I was very happy when he finally rescued me from the folded-up lawn chair, then agreed to spend rest of the day helping me sell all those Used Socks.

I should probably mention that Kevin is an excellent salesperson - and he’s still looking for a new job. If any of my BeePs - that’s you - know somebody who’s looking for a great SalesBee, lemme know, okay?

So today, I’m gonna take some of that honey I made from my sale, go to Bees ‘R Us, and buy some new socks.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a ridiculously tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I just wanted to let everybody know that my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, did a highly splendid job of fixing my Computer, mostly.
I still have a couple things I hafta tweak here and there, but for sure …

I'll bee back on Monday, May 23rd!

Aren't you excited? I knew you would bee. I know I am.

Probably.

Well, I hope everybody has an amazingly satisfying weekend!

I'll see ya' on Monday!

OH NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
WE'RE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!

Something is highly wrong with my COMPUTER. That means I hafta unplug everything so that my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin and his Worthy Assistant, Bert, can fix it. They say they're gonna hafta take the WHOLE THING apart to figure out what's wrong, fix it, then put it back together again.

I asked Kevin if he really thought he knew what he was doing with all this, and he said, "Probably."

Anyway, I have been informed that it's gonna bee at least a WEEK beefore this gets fixed and I can bee back online.

Geeeeeeeeeze. I'm highly disappointed.

With any luck, I'll bee back with my BeePs by next Monday (which is a day which I think we all agree that we all look forward to arriving). Until then, sorry for the Technical Difficulties - and I'll see ya' as soon as I can!

I hope everybody has an intensely satisfying week ahead!

I'll see ya' later!

“What’s up?” I asked.

They just kinda looked at each other, then Rudy said, “Uhm, uh, we’re planning a party.”
“A Party?” I said. “That sounds like a good thing to do. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a Party. What’s the Party for?”
(I immediately felt embarrassed for ending my question with a preposition.)

“What’h the Party for?” Rudy said. “Uhh, itth a Thurprith!”
“A Surprise?” I asked. “What Surprise?”

Then Kevin said, “Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but I’m afraid it would be inappropriate to discuss this matter any further with you. I will see you at home, right after my Job Interview. Which reminds me, I’m almost late for that, so I have to go.”

Then he left, and so did everybody else.

It was very strange.

Anyway.

Seeing Sunshine head off to the Hive Laundromat reminded me that I hafta go start my Thoroughly Intensive Warm Season Cleaning today.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a sparklingly refreshing day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Today, I think I need to buzz over to Bees ‘R Us and pick up a case of TenderButz™ Stinger Balm. My Southern Hemisphere, so to speak, needs some serious soothing.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a ridiculously pleasant day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Yes, you do. You have bags under your eyes, you look like you’re half asleep and, quite frankly, you look pale,” she said.
“I do?” I asked.
“Yes, and I have just the thing. You and I are going to go on a nice, leisurely Four Day Ride on a Bicycle for Two that I just happened to find in an old Bees ‘R Us Catalogue. I’ve already packed everything we’ll need, so right now, today, you and I are taking a short trip together. It’ll bee great,”
she said.
“It will?” I asked.
“Yes. So, let’s go. Now.”
“But…” I started to say, then I felt my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, pushing against my back, toward ButterCup and the Bicycle for Two.
“Go, Uncle. You’re the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but you we seriously need you to get the heck out of here for awhile and relax already. You’ve had a rough week, er, month…er… anyway….GO! We don’t want you here anymore! We don’t like you anymore! GO AWAY!”

I knew that Kevin was just reciting some lines from an old movie we watched the other night (“Go Away, We Don’t Like You Anymore: The Revenge”, starring Talula BeeHead as the Evil Mrs. Ratchet and Ernest Beenign as Marty, and which I recommend highly).

But as we all know, Kevin’s a horrible actor and, like most ButterFlies, he’s also a horrible liar. He’s still young and I could see that he’s evidently still grappling with some Emotional Baggage left over from when he first got here. I pretty sure we all remember that, right?

“I get it, Kevin. I need a vacation,” I said. “Fine. I’ll go.”

When I asked ButterCup if we were gonna hafta ride up a bunch of hills and stuff, she said, “Of course! But then we’ll get to go down them later!”

Oh geeeeeeze. The idea of all that exercise really doesn’t appeal to me, but whatever. I just hope ButterCup packed enough Pollen Puffs and Conveniently-Packages Nectar Sippies (with Bendy Straws) for the trip. If there’s one thing I don’t like, it’s running out of Pollen Puffs and Nectar Sippies on a long trip, ya’ know what I mean?

Anyway. I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an inexcusably delightful day - and weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

Then she read the Decree:

“WHEREAS it has come to Our Attention that a new Product has recently been made available for sale and use within the Hive, and,

WHEREAS the Product in question, Amalgamated Paper Spoons, manufactured and distributed by the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company, has been shown to bee Toxic and present a significant danger to the well-beeing of the Hive or anybody residing within a 200-Kilometre Radius of these Paper Spoons, and,

WHEREAS it is Our Priority to assure the safety and well-beeing of the Hive,

I HEREBY DECREE that, effective immediately, any and all Product(s) manufactured and/or distributed by the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company are HEREBY BANNED, and that any Product(s) from the Aforementioned Company shall bee promptly disposed of in a Safe and Proper Manner, as described in Hive Environmental Safety Directives 119352 and 119387.

This Decree is final and may not bee appealed.

Signed,
Her Royal Highness
Queen Bee”

After she read the Decree everybody just kinda looked at each other and started buzzing, “What can this mean??”
(Narville Snark just looked upset and didn’t say anything.)

The Judge banged her gavel again and said, “Quiet in the Royal Court! Beecause it appears the product that lies at the Root of this Case has been deemed to bee Contraband, I hereby rule that the Snark Brothers and their Subsidiary Companies no longer have standing in this Case. Case dismissed!”

Then I heard her say, “I need a Nectartini,” and she left.

And so did everybody else.

So now, I’m back home, trying to figure out how to dispose of all those Amalgamated Paper Spoons I have in storage.

I’ll probably hafta put a call into Biohazards ‘R Us and arrange to have them deal with all those things.

So I’m gonna go do that.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a sparklingly sublime weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

Weirdly enough, S.O.Bee’s Confidential Private Secretary just hung around the whole time in the office doorway, listening to everything. I asked her if she planned to stay for the whole Consultation and she said, “Of course. I am the Confidential Private Secretary for Mr. O.Bee…wan’ to know, bee, anything Confidential that transpires so I can better Organise things for you. I’m here to help, probably.”

Anyway.

After S.O.Bee made me show him the receipt proving that I’d paid half of everything I own for his Retainer, he told me to sit down.

“Sit down,” he said. So I did that.

“I have looked over the details of your case, and recommend that you plead guilty. You absolutely fit the profile of somebody who would commit a Breach of Contract, so I think we can all save ourselves a lot of time and honey if you just Cop to a Plea.”

“Cop to a Plea?” I asked.

“Yes. And despite the fact,” he continued, “that you clearly suffered Extenuating Circumstances - those being the unfortunate outcome of your Plastic Surgery - and ignoring for a moment the fact that a clause in the Contract you signed accommodates for a full release of your Contractual Obligations under the Contract due to the aforementioned Extenuating Circumstances, it could bee argued that you did not, in fact, commit a Breach of Contract.”

“Well that’s good,” I said. “So I wanna plead NOT GUILTY.” He seemed to ignore me and kept talking.

“But, in my experience, despite the Facts of the Case, the Royal Court would still find you Guilty,” S.O.Bee said.

“Why?!? You said yourself I’m NOT Guilty!” I protested.

“That’s what they all say,” he said. “Unfortunately, you fit the Profile. So I am just going to suggest again , as your lawyer, that you Cop to a Plea. You’ll probably have to do some Community Service, pay some Fines and Fees, make Full Restitution to the Snark Brothers and the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company, and you’ll most likely bee on Probation for a few years, and, of course, you’ll have a record, but I think that’s the way we should go with this.”

“Can’t we just have the case dismissed?” I had to know.

“Absolutely not,” he said. “I’ve already cut a Deal on your beehalf with the Royal Court Clerk and the Snark Brothers. pertaining to your case.”

“A Deal? What Deal?” I asked.

“If the Snark Brothers can provide Videotaped Evidence proving your Innocence, then perhaps the Case will bee dismissed. But that’s not gonna happen. So, you should just plead Guilty and we can all collect our fees and bee done with the whole thing.”

Something just didn’t sound right to me about all this, so I said, “NO! I won’t DO IT! I won’t plead Guilty when I’m Innocent - and you’re supposed to defend me. You’re my lawyer!!”

“Yes I am, which is why I’m recommending you plead Guilty.”

“But…” I started to say, but S.O.Bee interrupted me.

“So bee in Royal Court promptly at 9:00 a.m., on Tuesday, June 3, 2047, for your Preliminary Hearing.”

“2047?” I asked. “But that’s 31 years from now. I hafta wait that long?”

“Unfortunately, yes. The Royal Courts are very buzzy these days.”

Geeeeeeeeze.

I’m gonna hafta sit down and do some thinking here. Do I really want a lawyer who thinks I’m Guilty? I just dunno about this.

Well, I hope everybody has a marginally miraculous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Oh dear,” Gee Gee said, looking the piece of wing.

“Then they go on to say, ‘Don’t bee givin us a hard time on dis matter. Consider da enclosed memento a warning, bee.’”

Geeeeeeeeeze. The Snark Brothers are gonna start mailing me pieces of other bee’s wings if I don’t cooperate?

“I think perhaps you should consider hiring some legal representation, dear,” Gee Gee said. “I’d call my team, but they’re very buzzy right now dealing with the Franchise Deals for my Royal Honeychew Krsip Cookies. My goodness, I would never have thought they’d bee so popular.”

So I’m gonna do that: I’m gonna hire S.O.Bee to help protect me against the Snarks. My appointment is scheduled for 18 minutes from now, so I need to get ready to go. I was told by S.O.Bee’s new Confidential Secretary, Violet LeBlanc, that I should bring half of whatever I have to cover S.O.Bee’s retainer.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a ridiculously sublime day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Geeeeeeeeze. I couldn’t imagine what I might have done wrong.

“WHAT??” I asked.
Without even looking at me, she said, “You forgot, didn’t you?”
“Forgot?” I said, trying to think really fast, beecause I’m pretty sure I forgot something but I couldn’t remember what it would bee.
“No, I didn’t forget!” I said in a really nice voice. “I totally remembered.”
“No, you did not,” ButterCup said.
“Sure I did! I was just coming over to the Hive to cook you some Pollen Flake Biscuits for a Romantic Monday Morning Brunch, just like I promised,” I said.

“No, you weren’t,” she said. “I’m very hurt that you completely forgot my birthday,” she said and then she got kind of a pouty face and wouldn’t look at me.

“No, no! I didn’t forget! Don’t you remember?” I tried to sound convincing,”that I’d promised to come over and bake your some special Birthday Pollen Flake Biscuits! Don’t you remember?”

I hoped she would, beecause I didn’t. I also hope she didn’t notice that I didn’t have any Pollen Flake Biscuit Mix or spoons or bowls with me, either.

“Today is not my Birthday, Georgie. My birthday was last Thursday. That was four days ago. You’re a terrible liar,” she said.
“Last Thursday? Are you sure?” I said.
“Yes, I’m sure. My Birthday was last Thursday, you didn’t remember, and no, you never promised to bake me special Birthday Pollen Flake Biscuits. Beesides,” she continued, “you know very well that I despise Pollen Flake Biscuits, so your whole … thing … here that you’re trying to pull just isn’t working.”

Geeeeeeeeeeze. What was I supposed to say?

So I tried to explain to her in the most highly convincing manner possible. I knew I was a bee whose intentions were good, and for sure didn’t wanna bee misunderstood.

“I just lost track of time! I got a flat on the way home from buying a new calendar beecause I forgot what day it was! I thought Thursday was Tuesday and that Tuesday - which is tomorrow I now realise - wasn’t until next week! I don’t even remember Thursday! Then, when I was walking to Tyres’R’Us for a Spare Tire, I was attacked and found myself trapped in a rusty tin can by a roving band of Killer Bees and I couldn’t escape! No! No! That’s not what happened!!!” I finally remembered. “I was recovering my Plastic Surgery Reversal! I wasn’t a well bee!! I haven’t been myself lately! I’M SORRY!”

ButterCup finally unfolded her wings and put them on her hips, then said, “FINE. I suppose one of those excuses is beelievable, but you still missed my Birthday and you still have to make it up to me - BIG TIME.”
“How?” I asked.
“First, by taking me to lunch. Then we’ll take it from there.”
“Fine,” I said. “When?”
“Now,” she said.

So, now I’m changing into something more Brunch-Worthy, then I’m gonna go do that.

(I wonder what ButterCup wants beesides Brunch…?)

Anyway.

I hope everybody has a intriguingly luminescent day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a miraculously fascinating weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

So what were we talking about? I don’t seem to bee able to remember, which is really not like me at all. I usually remember everything absolutely perfectly, mostly, so I think it’s strange that I can’t seem to remember what we were talking about.

Did you just ask a question about elephants or something?

And I’m fairly certain I recognise you, but then again, maybee not. Beesides, they’re not here, so you might wanna try again later, but call first, okay?

This is Tuesday, right? The last thing I remember is somebody telling me NOT to eat the purple burritos, then hearing Nurse Beeatrice telling me to stop complaining that the wing straps were too tight and that she didn’t wanna bee around to see whatever was gonna happen. They were cutting off my circulation, ya’ know? Not the burritos. The wing straps. I don’t even remember seeing any purple burritos, anyway. Don’t eat those. They move around too much, ya' know.

Am I a radish? Is it Monday. Yet? I hope so. I do love Mondays, ya’ know. I mean I really, really love them. Mondays, Mondays, Mondays…how does that song go? Wait. I have it: Buzzbuzz Buzzbtzz, buzz buzz buzz buzzzzzzz. And yes I did.

So where’s Kevin? Where? Is. Kevin. Where, did Kevin go?
KEVIN! Where did you go??

OH! I KNOW! Has anybody got any HoneyChew HoneyChew HoneyChew Krisp Royal For the Queen Hersel Cookies? I’m incredibly thirsty. A burrito would also work. No… cookies. Has to bee cookies. Some of Geegeegeegeegeegee’s Delicious and Nutritious HoneyChew RoyalKrisp Cookies made by GeeGee ga-gee-ga-gee-ga-geeeeeeeeee.

Yes then okay. I hoooope everybody’s has a nice!

I will see you later. Later. Later Potater. And don’t bee late with your plater. That rhymes, doesn’t it?

Ta DA!

Where are we going now? (Did you just see that?)

After putting on their lead-lined Bio-and-Radiation-Protective Suits, gloves and Head Protection Units, they told me to “wait outside”, that I was welcome to watch the procedure via Closed Circuit Cameras, then they went inside a Protected Observation Room and locked the door.

I’m not entirely sure what happened next, but it looked weird and it was very noisy. As soon as the Professor (or maybee it was his Lovely Assistant), hit the “ON” button, a glowing ball of light suddenly encompassed my dear Uncle Georgie’s hideously deformed head and face.

In case you’re wondering, the Bilderschlutten Device uses a Variable-Flux Bubble-Driven Reversion Module which, as I’m sure we all know, generates a Patient-Specific Localised Bubble Drive, thus accessing a gateway into the Time-Space Continuum and a Forward-Thinking Alternative Dimension, where the task of a Surgical Reversal is accomplished. The Science beehind the whole thing is pretty simple and obvious, so it should work fine, probably.

At this point, all I know is that Uncle Georgie is still in the Device, undergoing the Procedure. We will simply have to wait until Professor Bilderschlutten comes out and tells me whether the Procedure was a Success or Not.

We’re all just hoping my uncle doesn’t turn into a radish. I know he’s been very worried about that. We all have been.

So that’s what I know.

I’m sure my Uncle Georgie would want me to wish everybody a nice day, so… Have a nice day.

Uncle Georgie will bee back tomorrow. Probably.

When I asked Professor Bilderschlutten what I was beeing fitted for, he said, “Why, your Frequency-Adjusted Non-Linear Variable Flux Bubble-Driven Reversion Module, of course.”

Silly me. I shouldn’t have even asked. (Beesides, I already knew there was probably gonna bee some sort of Flax Nodules-somethings involved in the whole thing somewhere along the line. I mean, now that I think about it, it’s pretty obvious, right?)

For a very long time, the Professor used a tape measure to determine my Precise Cranial Dimensions. When he took my measurements, he kinda muttered to himself, “Uh huh,” or “okay”, or “that should still work”. Of course, I couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t writing any of this stuff down. When he was done, he stuck the tape measure back in his drawer and smiled at me.

“Shouldn’t you bee writing all those numbers down somewhere?” I asked.

He seemed surprised that I’d asked him that, and said, “Oh, no, no no. That’s entirely unnecessary. I remember each and every measurement perfectly, probably.”

That was reassuring.

Then he said. “I think we’re in good shape to go ahead with the Procedure first thing Wednesday morning. You’ll have your normal face back in no time at all, mostly - and I mean that sincerely.”

I felt relieved that we would finally bee getting on with this whole thing and that my life can soon return to normal, whatever that is.

So, the Professor told me to show up for my Reversal Surgery promptly at 5 a.m.-ish on tomorrow morning, and that I’m not supposed to eat or drink anything beetween now and then, and that I should only wear shoes - nothing else - to the Procedure…which is okay, since that’s all I ever wear anyway, usually.

I already feel thirsty.

Anyway. I hope everybody has a hugely tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Geeeeeeeeze. I never knew until now that radishes could have eyes and wings.

“So,” I asked, “who was that?”

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t know him. He was just one of my interns who now seems to be a radish of some sort. It goes without saying that this was not the predicated outcome. Apparently, I merely need to do some fine-tuning on the Device so this won’t happen again. Probably.”

I told the Professor that I really didn’t wanna end up as a radish. He agreed that wouldn’t bee a good thing.

“I will notify you when the observed anomalies are rectified and we can attempt to perform your Reversal Procedure. Until then, I think it may bee best we postpone your Procedure.”

So my Procedure is beeing postponed for later this week.

I hope he gets the problem figured out, because I’m highly anxious to get my normal face back.

In the meantime, the Professor told me I hafta go in this morning for a “fitting”, whatever that means. (I just hope I’m not beeing fitted for a Post-Surgical Salad Bowl or something, ya’ know?)

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an amazingly tantalising day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

He’s agreed to give me a Consultation about how I can definitely return to the way I used to look and help me get my life back.

Whatever you do, please don’t tell the Snark Brothers that I’m trying to have this Plastic Surgery reversed. I’m gonna hafta find just the right time and a highly diplomatic way to inform them that I refuse to bee the Face of Amalgamated Paper Spoons. If beeing TV star means I have to keep this Swollen Head, then no thanks.

I’m pretty sure they’ll understand. I may bee wrong about this, but I just have a feeling that beeneath their rough and unbeelievably menacing exteriors, Narville and Chaz Snark both have a soft spot for bees like me, bees who just wanna bee happy.

Anyway, I have to go meet Professor Bilderschlutten right now. I’ll letcha know what happens on Monday, okay?

Until then, then, I hope everybody has a uniquely sublime weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

That was probably the worst walk I’ve ever had in my life.

First, I went over to the Hive to catch up on a few things, but every time I ran into somebody, they’d either pass out or run away screaming. Some of the more rude bees in the Hive actually started making snide comments about the way I look. Those guys kinda backed me into a corner and either just stared at me or somewhere along the line decided that asking a bunch of really rude questions would bee a good idea, which it wasn’t. Then they’d give me a hard time if I didn’t have the answer they wanted which, if you ask me, was highly rude. (How was I to know that the Feast of Anaphylaxis wasn’t for another month? Geeeeeeze.)

I finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to yell at them, “I AM not an ANIMAL! I AM a BEE!”

Then I kinda drooled a little bit, which was embarrassing. (I’m still trying to get used to my larger mouthparts.)

It was all highly uncomfortable, and I’m highly glad they let me leave.

I just don’t think I can live like this, ya’ know? But when my Acting Coach, Bee Strausbergh, saw me, he said, “With more stage-visible features such as you now possess, you are certain to succeed. It is often the case that a Swollen Head often accompanies Fame, but such is our destiny, such is our lot in life.”

Then he started buzzing on and on about my Expanded Features will make it easier to bee seen by the camera - and on stage (when, he tells me, I hafta bee a part of the Amalgamated Paper Spoons Road Troupe and act the M.C. for the planned, travelling Paper Spoon Sales and Marketing Tour … they never told me about that one.)

Ya’ know what? I don’t care what he says. I don’t wanna bee famous anymore, I don’t wanna bee around those Toxic Paper Spoons anymore (especially now, since the Biohazard Suit won’t fit over my head anymore), I don’t wanna bee seen on camera - or on stage - and for sure I don’t wanna look like this for the rest of my life. And that’s that.

Anyway, I just found out that the famous Professor Gregorio Rawlingsford Bilderschlutten III - inventor of the Amalgamated Paper Spoon, the Often Sought-After Andromeda Stick, and it’s rumoured, responsible for developing a Cutting-Edge Plastic Surgical Reversal Protocol is visiting the Hive. He’s only gonna bee around for about the next week, so I need to see if I can make an appointment with him to discuss my dilemma.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has the most tremendously best day ever!

I’ll see ya’ later.

After I went back to the Clinic yesterday to have my bandages removed, Nurse Beeatrice took one look at me, screamed and ran away. Orderly Beeson was standing there, too…he just passed out. (I don’t think that was very professional of them, do you?)

When I went back to the boot box, I suddenly recalled that I had forgotten to remember to leave the door unlocked, so I had to knock to get in. I heard Kevin’s voice coming from the other side of the door.

“Yes?” he said. “May I help you?”
“It’s me,” I said. “I need to get in.”

Kevin finally opened the door, then just looked at me with an unusually horrified look on his face. After making a loud gasping sound, he immediately ran back inside to grab his bee-ball bat. When he came rushing back, he started waving the bat around and yelling at me, “Get away, whoever - or Whatever - you are!”

“It’s me!” I told him, “It’s your Uncle Georgie!”

“Highly doubtful,” Kevin said, holding that bat like he was gonna maybee smack me with it, which would have been both rude and inappropriate, I think.

“My uncle’s head is not that large,” he said, pointing the bat at me in a distinctly menacing way.

“It’s definitely me, Georgie,” I said. “This is my new face.”

“So you say,” Kevin said. “You’re unrecognisably hideous. If you’re truly my uncle Georgie, as you claim to bee, then tell me your mother’s Maiden Name - or the name of your first pet, the name of the street you grew up on, or the model, make, year and serial number of your first Toaster Oven.”

“Just let me in,” I said. I was starting to feel annoyed.

“I saw a movie once that sent a very strong message about NOT letting in something hideous when that something hideous says, ‘Let Me In’. As that fine documentary film warns its audience, letting you in would bee exceedingly ill-advised.”

I couldn’t beelieve Kevin was refusing to let me into my own Boot Box. Seriously now.

Finally, Great Grandma Gee Gee came around the corner and told Kevin to put down the bat and let me in.

“That is our Georgie, dear,” she said. “I clearly recognise his voice.”

Then she looked at me, then looked away again and kind of propped herself against the doorway. If I hadn’t known any better, she looked like she was gonna pass out or something.

After a few seconds the colour started returning to Gee Gee’s face. She took some deep breaths and told Kevin, “It’s just that all this nonsense about him beecoming famous has ended up giving him a swollen head.
I’m sure we’ll get used to his hideous appearance. Probably.”

I felt highly relieved that Gee Gee recognised me, and even better when she finally said, “Come in, dear, and have a cookie.”

So I did that.

It was nice to bee able to enjoy some solid food after beeing on a Liquid Diet for the past few days.

Anyway, today we’re all gonna get try to get used to my new face. Then I think I’m gonna take a nice walk over to the Hive and let everybody know that I successfully made it through my Probably-Reversible Plastic Surgery. I know they’ve all been worried about me.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a brilliantly illuminated day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Beeing the deeply beeloved, cherished and responsible Illegitimate Nephew I am, I’m going to go get that for him.

In the meantime, while I’m gone, Georgie has asked Bert to finishing sharing his Dictated Daily Diary to everybody, so, I’ll pass this over to him…

This is Bert.

It is Tuesday, April 12, 2016. The local time is 08:19:51, and the outdoor temperature is a balmy 276.8722 Degrees Kelvin.

Beefore I go about my normal, daily routine, Georgie has asked me to convey the following sentiment to everyone, which he has also asked me NOT to share with Kevin:

“First, I’m gonna say that I’m glad Great Grandma Gee Gee managed to figure out a recipe for Liquified HoneyChew Krisp Cookies, otherwise I would have starved to death hours ago.

“Secondly, I hope this Plastic Surgery is Reversible, beecause I can tell that the swelling has gone down, but that it still feels like my face and head are a lot larger than they used to bee. I mean, I definitely hafta get these bandages off, but I’m highly nervous about what I’m gonna look like, ya’ know?

“Oh, and I’m just gonna say this - and don’t tell Kevin, but while I was lying in bed, not asking for or saying anything (like Nurse Beeatrice told me I had to do - or else), I couldn’t help but wonder how it is that I’m sitting here like this, how I had to end up having Probably-Reversible Plastic Surgery, and that I’m apparently gonna end up beening a huge TV Star just beecause I wanted to support my Illegitimate Nephew’s new career by buying all those Toxic Paper Spoons.

“I mean honestly. I just wanted to support Kevin’s ambitions and help him succeed, but this is ridiculous.

“Anyway, everybody will bee able to see what the new Face of the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company is tomorrow.
Until then, I hope everybody has an ecstatically non-itchy day.

“I’ll see ya’ later!”

This is Bert again.

It is still Tuesday, April 12, 2016. The local time is now 08:23:02, and the outdoor temperature remains at a balmy 276.8722 Degrees Kelvin.

Have a nice day.

So yesterday afternoon, with the help of Orderly Beeson, I was moved into a wheelchair, hooked up to a fresh bag of Nectomycin (that’s supposed to help me avoid swelling and the danger of infection), and wheeled home.

Since I got back to the boot box, Great Grandma Gee Gee has been helping to take care of me - and Kevin - my Illegitimate and most handsome, capable, talented, intelligent, friendly, amazingly funny and unquestionably trustworthy Nephew - has been helping me write today’s Daily Diary entry as I dictate it to him. I hope I’m totally confident he’s doing a good totally excellent job of that, mostly without any question whatsoever, beecause I can usually always and without any question whatsoever depend on him, since he is my Nephew the most excellent, loving, dependable, capable and clever Illegitimate Nephew in the world and I love him.

Anyway. I’ve been informed that sometime tomorrow afternoon, the bandages from my Post-Probably-Reversible Plastic Surgery can bee removed, and the new face of the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company will finally bee revealed to the world. That’s gonna bee highly exciting, probably.

Until then, I just hafta sit here and hope this swelling goes down. (These bandages are starting to feel incredibly itchy. And I really don’t like not beeing able to see anything, but whatever.)

I hope everybody has a significantly pleasant day!

I’ll see ya’ later! You’ll see me later!

Isn’t that exciting?

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You'll bee glad you did. Probably.

Okay then. I hope everybody has an astoundingly superior weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday, after I get out of surgery!

“I want you to fill the Stage with your Presence. I want you to put every fibre of your beeing into the part and make me feel all the joy, agony, frustration, anger and resolve that the Part demands - and make me laugh, cry, feel the entire range of emotions that are held within your character. I want you to EMOTE!”

So I did that. I put on the Biohazard Suit and Emoted. Or tried to.

After about eight hours of Emoting, my Acting Coach said, “I’m sorry. I just don’t feel it. You seem two-dimensional, as if you were drawn. There just isn’t any life to your portrayal. You’re not owning the part. Also, I can’t really see your face. How will you bee the successful face of the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company if nobody can see your face.”

“I dunno,” I said, wishing I could get out of that Biohazard Suit already, grab a towel and dry myself off.

“There’s only one solution to all of this,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Plastic surgery. We must enlarge your features so they can bee better seen from the stage - and by the camera.”

Oh geeeeeeze. Plastic surgery? I don’t like that idea at all, but, as Narville Snark keeps reminding me every time I start complaining, “Da Contract is da Contract, Bee.”

So I guess I’ll bee having Plastic Surgery over the weekend.

I just hope it’s reversible.

I’ve been scheduled for a Pre-Surgical Consultation in just a little while, so I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an amazingly tactful day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“I need to see how well you emote for the camera” he said. “I know what I see, but what does the camera see? This Screen Test will help us determine what work needs to bee done for you to truly beecome the face of Amalgamated Paper Spoons.”

So, for about six-and-a-half hours yesterday, I had to wear that Biohazard Suit and, as Mr. Strausbergh kept yelling at me, “Emote! Emote!”.

I wasn’t totally sure what he was talking about, but I Emoted as hard as I could. Unfortunately, no matter how much I tried to Emote, nobody - especially my Acting Coach - seemed at all satisfied. They just kept yelling “Cut!” and screaming at me they couldn’t see me or hear me inside that suit. (Geeeeeze. What did they expect? That thing is almost sound-proof, ya’ know?)

At least I figured out why I was told to bring a towel, though. Have you ever spent six-and-a-half hours in a Biohazard Suit beeing screamed at under hot studio lights? If so, you already know why you’d need a towel. (I should’ve brought along about ten of those.) By the time I got home last night, I’d managed to lose all the rest of the extra weight ButterCup has been complaining about. That means I don’t hafta go to those Exercise Sessions anymore. That’s a good thing.

Anyway, I gotta get going here. I hafta meet my Acting Coach at a local Auditorium in a little while for my second Acting Lesson. I’ve been told that, today, he’s gonna evaluate my Stage Presents. I’m highly excited about that, but I’m probably gonna hafta ask him to help me unwrap whatever Presents I’ll bee getting, especially if I hafta wear that Biohazard Suit again. (I’m bringing extra towels with me this time.)

I hope everybody has a remarkably effervescent day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

He called me earlier this morning to make sure I’m on time for my lesson, then he told me, “My job is to transform you. To not just ACT the part of the face of the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company, but to BEE the face of the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company.”

Then he told me to bring a towel to our first lesson.

I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but whatever.

Anyway, I’d love to stick around, but my first Acting Lesson starts in about ten minutes. I’m so excited!

I hope everybody has a mysteriously exquisite day!

I’ll see ya’ tomorrow!

(I’ve almost gotten to Page 23, where it goes into more detail about possible Loss of Fuzz and stuff. There are a LOT of Side Effects and Warnings for these things.)

THEN, Narville Snark told me that I hafta start taking Voice Lessons, Acting Lessons, and have Plastic Surgery, probably, to help make me more appealing to the camera. As he put it, “If yous is gonna bee da Face of da Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company, which you is, yous needs ta bee much better looking than yous is, Bee.”

Geeeeeeze.

Who knew beeing a TV Personality would bee so much work? And am I really that unattractive??

Anyway. I’d love to stick around and talk about what I did over the weekend, but I gotta go do all that other stuff. (I do want to succeed as a TV Personality, ya’ know.)

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an astoundingly vivacious day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

He looked at me standing there and said, “Yous and me needs ta have a little talk, Bee.”

“A talk?” I asked.

“Dat’s right, Bee, a talk,” he said. “But I’s’ll bee doing all da talking, and yous gonna listen.”

Then he said, “Bee, it has been brought to ours attentions dat yous been sayin’ some not-nice tings about our line o’ doze Paper Spoons.”
“I have?” I asked.
“So I hoid,” he said. “A little boid told me and my brudder here dat … how did yous put it? Oh yeah: dat yous didn’t liked havin doze Toxic Paper Spoons around’. “
“I said that?” I said. I started feeling like it wasn’t really fair that Narville Snark was expecting me to remember everything I’ve ever said, ya’ know what I mean?

“Dat’s what yous said,” he said. “So we has ourselves a bit of a problem, Bee.”

“A problem?”

“A problem, Bee. It appears yous didn’t reads da’ Fine Print in da’ contract yous signed when yous bought doze fine Paper Spoons wes solds yous.”

“Fine Print?” I asked. (I didn’t remember any Fine Print.)

“Da Fine Print, Bee.” Then he pulled out a copy of the 587-page Purchase Contract I signed and a magnifying glass, and turned to Page 542.

“It says, right here,” he said, “on Page 542, under da Mutal Agreements Clause, Section 18, Part 61, Paragraph 397, Sub-Paragraph 7, Line 52, and I quotes, ‘Da Purchaser - dat’s yous - hereby agrees dat he or she will, at no time, make negative-like remarks concoining da Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company’s fine products, or else.”

Then he slammed the Purchase Agreement down on his desk and glared at me.

“Yous does knows, doesn’t yous, dat when yous made doze negative-like comments about doze Paper Spoons, yous violated dat Clause of da Agreement? And yous does knows, doesn’t yous, what ‘Or Else’ means, Bee?”

I hafta to admit that I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Or else, we could just forget the whole thing, let bygones bee bygones, and pretend I never said anything?” I asked.
I was trying to bee reasonable.

“Dat’s not how dis woiks, Bee,” he said. “We’s demanding…what is dat called again, Chaz?” he said to his brother, Chaz, who was standing beehind me.

“Restitution,” Chaz said.

“Dat’s right. Restitutions. We’s demands Restitutions for yous unkind and uncalled-for remarks.”

“Restitution?” I asked. I started to worry that maybee they were going to sting me or something.

“Dat’s right,” Narville said. “We’s ain’t gonna sting yas, Bee. No, yous punishment is dat yous is about to beecome da Face of da Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company, Bee. Yous is gonna bee starring in a series of TV Commoilcials. And in doze Commoicials, yous is gonna bee tellin da woild how much yous loves doze Paper Spoons you has.”

I could barely beelieve what he was saying to me. Me? Georgie A/ Bee, was to bee the Face of the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company? Starring in a bunch of TV commercials???? I’ve always wanted to bee on TV.

“Fine,” I said, then Narville Snark made me sign a whole bunch of papers while Chaz stood really close beehind me.
Then Narville said, “Now gets outta here.”

So I did that.

I’m so excited! I’m about to beecome a TV star!

Okay then. I hafta go pick up my script, then bee in Wardrobe and MakeUp in an hour, so I’d better go.
I don’t want to keep my TV Career waiting!

I hope everybody has a monumentally fascinating weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

I thought maybee she was buzzing by to see if I was satisfied with my Paper Spoon Delivery. (I suppose I am.)
But no. She was there as a Follow-Up Salesbee for her company, Snark Brothers Enterprises Biohazard Suits Incorporated (a Subsidiary of Snark Brothers Enterprises).

She was trying to sell me a Biohazard Suit so I can use the Paper Spoons. (Remember? I showed you the advertising sheet for that yesterday.)

Of course, beefore she started in on her Sales Pitch, she insisted that I stick out my wing and let her check my Biohazard Monitoring Wing Band, just in case I’d gotten a lethal dose of Whatever It Is from my first order of Paper Spoons. (Turns out, I’m still okay.)

Then, she did her best to scare me by saying, “You know, these Wing Bands are good for what they are, but by the time they start showing a problem starting to develop, the damage has already been done. That’s why you - and each member of your household - need one of our fine Biohazard Suits.”

I think she buzzed on for about an hour or so beefore I finally agreed to buy four of those. I mean, she’s right that with all these Paper Spoons around - even if they are quarantined in the Storage Facility - I don’t wanna find out too late that, as she said, the damage had already been done.

Better to bee safe than bee sorry, that’s what I say.

So now, everybody in the Boot Box has his or her own Biohazard Suit. I even bought a lifetime subscription to Oxygen Refills so that none of us will end up suffocating in those things. (They’re very stuffy.)

After I signed all the papers and gave her 6,400 pounds of honey (3,200 for the Suits, 3,200 for the oxygen), she said she had to visit other Customers who had purchased these Paper Spoons and would bee in need of her fine product.

I guess Kevin was telling the truth when he told me he’d been selling a whole bunch of Paper Spoons. Ya’ wouldn’t think they’d bee that popular, would ya’?

Anyway. I plan to spend the day repairing my shoelaces.

I hope everybody has a wildly noteworthy day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So I'm gonna go do that, then wait for my Paper Spoons to arrive!

I hope everybody has an unusually awe-inspiring day!

I'll see ya' later!

I’m hoping Kevin will help me. He’s very good at building things, ya’ know.

So I’m gonna go do that, right after I have a long lunch.

I hope everybody has a massively superlative weekend!

I’ll see ya’ Monday!

I think it’s weird that they fired me for sharing that sheet. I don’t even work for them.

Whatever.

Last night, after Kevin got home from work, I told him I needed to talk to him about this whole Paper Spoon Door-to-Door Sales thing, and told him that I didn’t think it was a good idea to bee going around selling these things to everybody.

“Why would you say that, uncle?” he asked me.
“Beecause,” I said, “these things sound dangerous. Not to mention the fact that you can’t actually use them for anything.”
“Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but you simply worry too much,” he said.
“But what about all those warnings and side effects?” I asked.
“All of that information is printed clearly on each Paper Spoon’s packaging, uncle. As Felonie informed me, that releases me - and our fine company - from any and all liability should anybody choose to ignore the warning label. So you can put your mind at ease. It’ll bee fine.”

Yeah, I don’t think so, but Kevin’s determined to go through with this thing. He’s gonna start going Door-to-Door as soon as the snow melts around here.

Okay then. I’m gonna go help Great Grandma Gee Gee box up a large batch of her delicious, Royally-Mandated HoneyChew Krisp Cookies and help her get them delivered to the new Queen now.

I hope everybody has a remarkably satisfying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I almost couldn’t beelieve what I was reading. I mean, SIDE EFFECTS? BIOHAZARD WARNINGS?? Whoever heard of spoons that that you can’t use around food, or that could make all your fuzz fall out or your wings fall off? Geeeeeze.

I hope they aren’t charging too much for these things, since Kevin will probably insist I support his efforts and buy a bunch of them (which, of course, I will, beecause Kevin is the best Illegitimate Nephew in the world, and I love him).

Anyway, Kevin has promised that he won’t keep his Sample Case inside the boot box, so that’s a relief, mostly.

As I understand it, he’s gonna start going door-to-door and start selling these Paper Spoons sometime next week, “If I survive the training program,” he said.

I think I’m gonna just stick with my bendy straws if I ever decide to have a bowl of soup.

Anyway. It’s cold and snowy out today, so I’m gonna stay inside and watch my stories. I heard that my favourite movie, “Beeing There” is on in awhile.

So I’m gonna go watch that.

I hope everybody has a stupefyingly tantalising day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Paper spoons?” I’m not sure I’d heard of those beefore.
“Yes, Paper Spoons,” he said. “They’re the newest thing.”
“But,” I tried to point out, “if the spoons are made of paper, they wouldn’t bee very durable, would they? I mean, what if somebody tried to use them to eat a nice, savoury bowl of steaming hot Sweet and Sour Nectar Soup. They wouldn’t hold up very well, would they?”
“Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but this is not my problem. I am merely selling them. As I’ve been told, the Snark Brothers have flown in a highly-respected inventor who is responsible for5creating this fine, new, and hopefully sought-after product and he will bee supervising all manufacturing, sales and marketing efforts. The inventor, a Professor Beezulflossen or something like that, who - as I learned today - is very particular about the way in which this product is to bee presented to the public, is insisting that only the most capable, highly-trained Sales Agents bee involved in the Product Launch. Which reminds me, I can’t bee standing around here talking to you. I need to go memorise the Pre-Designed Sales Pitches beefore Saturday - or else.”

Then he left.

Paper spoons. This should bee interesting.

Anyway. I need to go. ButterCup told me that if I don’t show up for my Exercise Sessions today, she’ll never speak to me again.

Nobody wants that.

I hope everybody has a magnificently festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I'll just say this: she's a very talkative Queen, as Queens go. I do have a feeling we're gonna hafta go to a lot of Royal Speeches this year. Geeeeze, I hope not. I can't stand Royal Speeches, can you? I didn't think so.

I won't go into the whole speech here, but I will share a couple of things she said. After a few, introductory remarks, she said, "It has come to Our Attention there has been a great deal of squabbling in the Hive of late. We will have none of it. The Warm Season has arrived and our time too precious for squabbling. In order for our Hive to thrive, as it must, we must cooperate; otherwise, we will perish."

There was a lot of murmuring in the Hive, but it seemed as if most everybody was okay with that, except for this one guy who seems to prefer it when everybody’s arguing with each other. (Dunno what that’s all about.)

Then Queen MorningGlory went on to discuss more boring things, like the Hive Budgets and Fiscal Policies.

"It has also come to Our Royal Attention that my predecessor was possessed with - how shall I say this? - Sticky Wings, and that she had the inequitable habit of raiding the Hive Treasury for her own Royal Comfort and Pleasure. I want to assure the Hive, here and now, that these Royal OverIndulgences shall cease immediately. All Hive Resources shall henceforth bee shared equally and responsibly, each one of us doing his or Her job, with no favouritism shown toward the Throne. Me. Your Dedicated and Already-Beeloved Queen."

When she said that, the Hive exploded in excited buzzing. Of course, she never said anything about Tax Refunds, I guess nobody's gonna get any honey back this year. That's too bad. Still, everybody thinks she's gonna bee a good Queen. Probably.

Okay, that guy who was complaining about everybody trying to get along still wasn’t happy, and said that she would anything to “stay in office”. (I think some bees just like to argue about everything.)

Anyway, things started to quiet down again when she added,
"NO! There will bee no further undue pilfering from Hive Treasuries, nor shall your Beeloved Queen, I, bee unduly rewarded for my service to our Hive, WITH THE EXCEPTION of my beeing provided with Nightly Royal FootRubs, and, of course, an ample supply of Great Grandma Gee Gee's Honeychew Krisp Cookies without which, as We have discovered to Our delight, life would bee impossible - and I mean that in a rhetorical sense."

Everybody nodded. We were all fine with that. We know how it is with those cookies and foot-rubs. Except for that one guy I mentioned beefore, who said, "See? What did I tell ya’?”Then he just kinda walked off without ever explaining himself.

Geeeeeze. Some bees are never happy, ya’ know?

So, after the Royal Coronation was over, the Welcome Back to the New Warm Season Wake-Up Party got underway. It was Cold out, and most of the Swarm is still kinda groggy from that Cold Season we had, so it was a pretty casual affair this year. Everybody just kinda wore what they woke up in, so in a way, it turned out to bee a Welcome Back to the New Warm Season Wake-Up Pyjama Party. I saw a lot of floral robes running around. Of course, ButterCup and I were dressed, along with Gee Gee, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), BigFoot and Rudy, beecause we've been up for awhile, so... I wore my Screen Bouncing Togs. (They still fit! Mostly.)

The Warm Season is officially here, Kevin's trying to settle into his New Job with his Daddy's, Narville, and Uncle Chaz's company, Snark Brothers Enterprises (though he was not that happy to find out that his Estranged Sister, Felonie, is his Supervisor. I’m not sure how that's gonna work out, actually. They don't get along all that well, ya' know), and Great Grandma GeeGee evidently has a job now, baking cookies for the Queen. I dunno what I'm gonna bee doing, but I'm sure I'll think of something.

So I'm gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an inexplicably hilarious day.


I’ll see ya' later!

18.

THE FINAL PART of MY STORY

"You drive," he said, handing me what looked to bee a set of keys to a red, 2002 Town and Country van.

I'm gonna pause here and just tell you that I felt amazingly relieved that it appeared that I wasn't gonna bee taken out and stung on some impossible-to-find back road somewhere, probably. Since I was driving, at least I would know where I was. And, quite frankly, it felt good to drive. I'd never done it beefore.

"You will follow this road until we come to a rusted-out, abandoned four-slice toaster which lies at the crossroads which will lead us to the safehive," the Professor said. "Now drive."

So I did that.

It seemed as if the Professor and I had been driving for days beefore we finally came to the toaster in the road. Finally, and by the time I'd finished singing, "99 Pounds of Honey on the Wall" about three or four times (the Professor refused to join in, by the way), we came to a road where a sign stood that said, "Turn Here".

"Turn here," he told me. "This is the road that will take us to the safehive. In approximately 0.0795528 kilometre, turn left, then another left, then a right, then two lefts, one more right, then straight ahead. You will see a small bridge. Cross that. Shortly after the bridge, there will bee a fork in the road. Take the right fork and follow that road until we get to the entrance of what looks like a small, deserted Petrol Station and Snack Bar. Park in the parking lot. At that point, we will walk to safehive. We should bee there in about ten minutes."

"A left, then a right?" I was confused.

"No... a left, then another LEFT, THEN a right, then two more lefts, a right, then straight ahead," the Professor said, sounding aggravated.

"Got it," I said, not willing to admit that I didn't get it.

After about another two hours of driving during which the Professor screamed at me several times that I'd "missed the turn" and to "go back", we finally reached the deserted Petrol Station and Snack Bar. I parked the Town and Country van and we got out.

"Follow me," he said, carefully grabbing the briefcase in his wing.

He led me to what seemed to bee nothing more than an old hubcap from a 1963 Bee M. W. propped up against some rocks.
"This is it," he said, pointing to the hubcap.

"A hubcap? We're staying inside an old hubcap?" I asked.
"No," said the Professor. "This is the entrance to the underground facility in which you will bee held until transport back to your home is arranged and we will finally bee rid of you."

I shrugged off the Professor's not-nice statement. I figured he was probably just grouchy after such a long journey.

The Professor led me underneath the hubcap and into what appeared to bee a small lift. He pressed his wingtip onto a blank-looking panel, and it suddenly sprang to life with a bunch of blinking, coloured lights. Then I heard a voice.

"Identified.Welcome, Professor," it said. "Please keep your legs, wings and antennae inside the compartment while in motion."

Immediately, I could feel the lift descending and soon we were thrown into darkness. Down and down we went, until the lift rattled and squeaked to an abrupt stop.

"The Often-Reliable Lift Corporation - where our slogan is, 'Call Us If You Ever Need a Lift' - would like to thank you for travelling with us today. We hope you have enjoyed your ride. Please bee sure to collect your valuables beefore exiting," the voice spoke again.

"This way," the Professor told me.

We walked through a maze of dimly-lit corridors until we reached a series of connected, nicely-furnished rooms: a living room, a bedroom with a Queen Bee-sized canopy bed and Deluxe Massaging Mattress which I found out later was made out of extra-plush, self-cleaning sponges, a well-equipped game room, an office, a bathroom with Warming Tub, an indoor 5-D theatre and Large-Screen TV - with swivel-back, plush rocking chairs that had these really cool adjustable cup holders, a bowling alley, a Meditation Room, a Communications and Holographic Videoconferencing Room (I never got a chance to use that), a complete gym (I didn't use that, either), and a kitchenette with a fully-stocked min-fridge and mini-bar. I felt right at home, mostly.

"You will bee safe here," the Professor said as he stood in the doorway.
"It will not bee long beefore someone comes to transport you away from here, probably, back to where you beelong, hopefully never to return to his place. I am leaving."

"You're not gonna keep me company while I wait?" I asked.

"I cannot. I must convey this," and he patted the briefcase he was holding, "to a safe location. I cannot assure its safety here."

"But..." I started to say, but he had already turned around and slammed the door beehind him. Beefore he left, I heard a series of elaborate locking mechanisms snap shut.

When I went to try to open the door, it wouldn't budge.
I was almost certain that I'd been locked in.

. . .

It seemed as years had passed beefore I heard the locking mechanisms snap out and saw the door swing open. There stood Jasmine.

"I hope," she said in her husky, breathy buzz, "I have not kept you waiting too long. I just passed the Professor on my way in, so I assume you have had time to enjoy the comforts of the facilities we have provided for your comfort and safety."

"It's quite nice," I said. "I'm particularly looking forward to using that Communications and Holographic Videoconferencing Room so I can get in touch with everybody back home and let them know I'm okay."

"I'm afraid that will not bee possible. You must leave immediately. You are to bee taken from this place. You are to bee accompanied by two of our Trusted Agents to a bus that is awaiting you. From there, a helicopter will take you to the Agency Airfield, where a plane remains on standby to return you to your home," she said. "The Agents will remain with you until you have been securely belted into the aircraft, with your seatback and tray table secured in the upright and locked position."

"I see," I said.

"No, you do not see," Jasmine said. "Beefore you leave here, you must first bee blind-folded. We cannot allow you to know the whereabouts of this facility - or where you have been held these many, long, tedious weeks."

"Blindfolded?" I asked.

"Yes," Jasmine said. "But beefore then, and beefore you depart, I must ask you one, final question to satisfy my curiosity for the truth: how did you manage to acquire the information you did regarding our operations, which you revealed in your novel, available as an ebook from fine online retailers everywhere?"

"Honestly," I said, "I don't know anything."

Suddenly, and beefore I realised I would never again hear Jasmine's soothingly exotic voice, everything went dark. I felt a blindfold beeing tied way too tightly over my compound eyes, then felt each of my wings beeing grabbed tightly as the two, unseen Agents beegan escorting me - not all that gently, I hafta say - out of the safehive and, finally, home.

And that's what happened.

. . .

POSTSCRIPT

As I was flying back home, strapped so tightly in my seat that my stinger started to get a really bad cramp, I felt tired. After my long ordeal, I was excited to get back to my boot box and let everybody know that I was okay. I also needed a bath and a fresh pair of shoes (the ones I had on were all full of sand).

Watching the bushes and tall grasses outside the airplane window whizz by as we neared my destination, home, where I was sure my music was playing and my love was lying, waiting silently for me, probably, I wondered if I could get a pair of those really cool, plastic souvenir Pilots Wings after we landed, and if the Flight Attendant would finally give me back that bottle of water she took away from me at the beeginning of the flight. (She kept saying something about "possible explosives", though I've never heard of exploding water, have you?) I really needed something to sip on.

Ignoring my mouthpart-numbing thirst, I started thinking about what I'd just been through. I asked myself where I had just been and why. I thought of the rude questions everybody kept asking me for some reason that I couldn't answer and felt lucky that I had been able to escape with Jasmine's help. I fondly remembered the brief, precious hours she and I had spent together, wondering where she might bee, what she might bee doing now, and who she might bee seeing. Was she looking at the same Moon I was? Or was it cloudy where she was?

I wondered, also as well, did the Professor arrive safely at his secure destination with the briefcase and would I ever bee able to find such a highly attractive and functional briefcase like that for myself? Nervously I thought, "What if Krunch McKowsky manages to escape from that locked Interrogation Room and decides to come after me again?" And, I wondered, why wasn't my mail beeing forwarded to me while I was gone?

It turns out, I would never know.


- The End-

(Not to bee continued, since it’s done.)

. . .

I hope everybody enjoyed the true-life account of my Strange Disappearance last Cool Season. In case you missed any of it … first, I’m gonna ask why you missed it, since it’s been available online for something like three or four months now, maybee longer, but in case you did, don’t worry. I’ll bee making the whole thing available as a E-Novella pretty soon.

With that, I’ve decided I’m gonna take the rest of the weekend off and get ready for this year’s Welcome to the New Warm Season Wake-Up Party and Royal Coronation Celebration that’s happening on Sunday. ButterCup says I’ve lost enough weight, so she’s decided to go with me, after all.

I hope everybody has a superior rest-of-the-week and weekend!

I’ll see ya’ next Monday!

Anyway.

While he’s doing that today, I’m gonna buzz back over to the Hive. I’m pretty sure most everybody’s awake by now - it is less than a week until the New Warm Season starts - and maybee somebody can finally tell me what happened with our Queen. And stuff.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a huge, huge day.

I’ll see ya’ later!

Today is my 5th Facebook Anniversary! For exactly the past five years, I’ve been sharing my Daily Diary and stuff with the world!

It’s such a special occasion that I’ve fixed myself a Appropriately Festive and Delicious Umbrella Drink, with the necessary Bendy Straw, and am going to spend the rest of the day - and weekend - partying. It’s the least I can do.

With that, I hope everybody has a stupendously memorable day - and weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

17.

"What? I didn't catch that," I said to Jasmine.

"I said, we have not much time. We must... ."

Beefore she could finish her thought, Jasmine was interrupted by our server bringing our lunch order: two plates full of Honeybaked Garbanzo beens with a side of Spicy Nectar Sauce. We ate in silence until we had eaten everything, then Jasmine dabbed her cheek with her napkin and said, "What I was saying was: we must depart now without further delay. The Professor is waiting."
"The Professor?" I asked.
"Yes. He is our contact. You are to accompany him to a safehive at an undisclosed location, along with this."

She rose to her delicate feet to stand gracefully on her stilettos and lifted the briefcase, then beegan moving toward the exit.

I followed Jasmine's lead, I stood up and beegan walking out of the café.
I was almost out of the door when I heard a voice beehind me.

"So, you'll bee paying for that lunch you just ate, right? I mean, you weren't planning to leave without paying, right? You know that Dining and Dashing is illegal here, right?"

It was our server.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I said, then I asked, "Will you take a card?"
"Certainly, sir," he said, gave me a dirty look and snatched the Hivebank Triple Rewards Credit Card I had secretly hidden in my shoe, and walked off. After about a half an hour or so, he finally came back with what I've since learned is a tax-deductible receipt. (Of course, it was only later that I realised he hadn't given me back my card, so now I'm having to deal with a bunch Identity Theft issues, which I don't appreciate at all. I should probably cancel that or something.)

After paying for lunch. I followed Jasmine out of the café. I noticed she had the briefcase clutched tightly under her wing and was surveying the area with a look of concern on her exquisitely refined face as we stepped out into warmth of the glaringly tepid sunlight.

I squinted against the brightness outside and suddenly realised that, standing beetween the Sun and me, was the looming shape of a very tall, slender bee I'd never seen beefore. I could see he was wearing a battered, festively beige corduroy vest, had patches sewn on the elbows of his wings, and sported a headful of slightly thinning, greying fuzz.

"So this is the bee?" I heard him say.
"Yes, Professor," Jasmine said, gesturing with her delicately contoured wing toward me. "Allow me to introduce Georgie A. Bee." Then she turned to me and nodded toward the stranger.
"Georgie Bee, this is the Professor."

"Good afternoon," I heard him say beefore I could say anything.
"I am Professor Bilderschlutten."
"Yes," Jasmine told me. "This is our contact, the Professor."
"Hello," I said to the Professor. "Bildenschloffer?"
"Bilderschlutten," he said.
"Right. Professor Bildfordlussen. Your name sounds vaguely familiar to me."
"BILDERSCHLUTTEN," he said overly loudly, sounding weirdly annoyed. "PROFESSOR GREGORIO RAWLINGSFORD BILDERSCHLUTTEN the THIRD. And my name most certainly should sound familiar to you, since it was the very name you inadvisedly revealed in your quirky, but irresistibly appealing, writings."
"It was?" I had to ask. I honestly couldn't remember.
"Was it not you who audaciously revealed my identity in that treacherously subversive, yet highly entertaining, novel you wrote? And was it not you who, in doing so in such an enjoyable and articulate fashion, focused the attention of the entire world on me and which has led to the predicament in which we now find ourselves?"
"Was it?" I asked.
"Indeed it was," he said. "And it is beecause of your irresponsible, but unusually engaging writings, that we must now extricate ourselves from this significantly complicated circumstance in which we find ourselves and which could very easily threaten the future of life on this planet as we know it, probably. In your unbridled zeal to secure the coveted and, I think, a well-deserved-but-not-yet-awarded Beetlizer Prize for your exquisitely-written, but clearly misguided literary undertaking, you may have spelled doom for us all, probably."

I was starting to get the feeling he didn't like me all that much.

"And now, here you are again, complicating my life," he said. "I had vastly superior, alternative plans for this day. Promises were made. Gifts were given, and yet, I find myself here, with you."

After he said that, I was almost sure he didn't like me.

"Look, Professor Bilden..."
"BILDERSCHLUTTEN," he yelled at me, but I kept talking anyway.
"I guess I should bee sorry, but I didn't mean to..." I started to say, but this time Jasmine interrupted me and gently placed her wing my shoulder as the Professor continued to glare at me. He seemed to bee shaking. I was going to tell him that maybee he should cut down on his Caffeinated Nectar Consumption or something, but I never got the chance to say that.

"We are convinced he knew not what he was doing, Professor," she said. "I have come to beelieve that his inadvertent exposure of the inner-workings of our Organisation has been nothing more than a sheer coincidence. Perhaps."

Perhaps? I felt a pang of disappointment and started to feel nervous when I heard that Jasmine might still bee questioning my unquestionable innocence.

"But now," she continued, "we must cease further persecution of this sweet, gentle, kind, loving, reasonably attractive, talented, brave, unassumingly stylish, noble and probably innocent bee, and turn our attention to the critical task that lies beefore us." I beegan to feel relieved that she didn't feel the need to keep giving me a difficult time of things at this point as she seemed to change the subject by lifting the briefcase she held for the Professor to see and said, "At all costs, we must protect this."

There was a brief moment of silence, then the Professor spoke.

"The Stick?" he nodded toward the briefcase, his tone suddenly taking on air of seriousness.
"I understand, seriously," he said. "The situation threatening us now is more urgent than I had been led to beelieve."
"It is, Professor, most certainly. That is why you must go. You must go now," Jasmine told him, adding, "I will join you later at the safehive."

"You're not coming with us?" I asked, feeling nervous that she was leaving me in the wings of this bee who clearly had it in for me and who probably didn't share in Jasmine's observation that I was the sweet, gentle, kind, loving, reasonably attractive, talented, brave, unassumingly stylish, noble and probably innocent bee that she was appropriately telling him I was (and still am, by the way).

"No. I cannot," she said, quickly turning to me as the flowing, almost-semi-transparent fabric of her haik suddenly caught an unexpected puff of wind, causing it to flow around her like a gentle cloud that revealed only an agonisingly fleeting glimpse of her alluring form in silouhette against the hot, early afternoon sunlight. I beegan to sweat profusely.

"I must remain here," Jasmine continued, grasping the free-flowing material around her and regaining her modesty. With an urgent buzz, she said, "I must remain here and create a clever diversion to distract any who may still bee following us."

As much as that seemed to make sense, I felt a pang of huge disappointment when I beegan to realise that Jasmine and I would not bee enjoying a pleasant game of "Count The Telephone Poles" together as we made our way to the safehive, after all.

Then Jasmine turned again to the Professor and relinquished the briefcase, gently and seductively placing into his wings. Her eyes, tantalisingly visible beehind her veil as if they were two, dark pools of infinite, irresistible mystery, looked deeply into the Professor's face, conveying an unspoken understanding beetween them.

"You know what must bee done, Professor," is all she said.

"I do indeed," he said gravely, taking the briefcase from her. "You need say nothing more. Bee safe. I will see you at the safehive."

I couldn't help but notice that he didn't say "we"...as in, "WE will see you at the safehive". I was hoping he had just kind of forgotten about me, but I wasn't totally sure about that. I was starting to get scared.

The Professor glanced at me with a look I can only describe as not overly-friendly expression on his face - kind of like the look ButterCup gives me when I accidentally forget to remember her birthday, which I've only done once, by the way - then he reached into his pocket of the vest he was wearing, and pulled out some sort of shiny, pointy-looking metal object. A sharp edge flashed in the sun.

"You and I will bee taking a ride now, bee," he said.

I felt my knees start to weaken as he approached me menacingly.

(to bee continued)
. . .

Okay then. Tomorrow is a Big Day around here. Beelieve it or not, I finally stopped forgetting to remember where my 87-year Calendar is and realised that, tomorrow, it’ll bee FIVE YEARS that I’ve been sharing my Daily Diary with everybody on Facebook! How cool is that? (If you're not on my friend's list and wanna bee, you're invited! You can also just "like" the Bee Society page there, in case you don't wanna get too personal about this whole thing.)

Anyway.

I think I might hafta go celebrate or something.

Until then, I hope everybody has a genuinely gossip-worthy day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Just think of how much better you’d feel tomorrow if you’d do the work today,” she said.
“But I’ll feel better today if I DON’T do it today,” I said.

Then she said, “Well fine then. But if you think you’re going to the Welcome to the New Warm Season Wake-Up Party with me looking like THAT, you have another thing coming.” Then she stormed back into the Hive.

Oh geeeeeeze.

The sad fact is that I cannot bee in two places at one time, and right now, my place is sitting at my desk with a highly refreshing Umbrella Drink and appropriately festive Bendy Straw, finishing that ridiculously fascinating story of mine.

So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll just hafta deal with my Additional Weight Issues - and ButterCup - later.

Probably.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a gloriously fascinating day! I’ll bee back tomorrow with Part 17 of “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”!

See ya then!

“Pink?” I asked.
“Yes, Pink. The colour of vitality. The colour of dedication to a cause. The colour of success. By the time we finish with you, this article of Motivational Clothing will bee baggy on you. Now put it on.”

So I did that.

I need to ask something here: Do you think that it should bee impossible to breathe or move around in Motivational Clothing? I mean, I like to bee motivated as much as the next bee, but I also enjoy beeing able to breathe, for cryin’ out loud.

I’m just really glad she didn’t get me the matching Biking Togs. I just couldn’t handle the ridicule.

So I gotta go. ButterCup just informed me that my break is over and that the Pirate’s class she signed me up for is about to beegin. I dunno what learning to bee a Pirate has to do with all this, but if I know what’s good for me, I’ll cooperate. (At least, that’s what ButterCup just said.)

I hope everybody has an amazingly vivacious day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

PS: ButterCup told me it’s not a Pirate’s class. It’s supposedly called “Pilates” or something like that. I hafta say, I’m very relieved. I’m really not that fond of wearing eye patches.

Oh geeeeeeze. Apparently, my decision to just sit around for the past several days to catch up on my stories on TV while munching down something like 87 bags of Honey Chews wasn’t as wise as I thought it would bee. Maybee that explains why my Bee Cozy Variable Speed Mattress failed last night.

So, after a hearty breakfast, I waddled back over to the Hive to ask if ButterCup might wanna grab a few bowls of French Onion Flower Soup over lunch with me in a little while. She took one look at me, backed up and said,
“Woah woah woah.”
“What?” I asked.
“Have you seen yourself lately?” she asked. “And you want to take me to lunch?”
“Well, yeah,” I said. “I have this craving for French Onion Flower Soup.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she said. “No soup for you.”

Then she started criticising me for putting on a few millimetres around my midriff over the weekend and told me that, instead of eating more, she was gonna take me to the gym and make me run laps. Or else.

I hate running laps. But I like it even less when ButterCup says stuff like “or else”. It’s highly threatening.

So I’m gonna do that.

Then, I’ve been informed that she’s gonna put me on a diet of Minus-Calorie Gluten-Free Nectar Smoothies. (I can’t stand those, either.)

“You might find your newfound physique acceptable,” she said, “but I don’t.”

So much for unconditional love.

Anyway, it appears I’m gonna hafta spend my week running laps and not eating French Onion Flower Soup.

I just gotta say: I’ve had better Mondays.

I hope everybody’s day is more sensationally delightful than mine’s gonna bee.

I’ll see ya’ later!

“Don’t you think you’ve dragged it out long enough?”
“Have I?” I asked.
“Many of us are beeginning to think so,” he said. “I think it’s about time you started to wrap it up.”
“Well,” I told him, “I’m about done with that. I’ll probably bee done with it in another six months, maybee a year.”
“Two weeks,” he said.
“Two weeks?” I asked.
“Yes, you have two weeks. The final part of this story must bee on my desk no later than March 16, for publication the next day,” he said.

I counted how many days that was on my wing tips.
“But that’s only about two weeks away,” I said
“That’s what I said,” he said.
Then he told me to get out of his Office.

So I did that.

At least I know what I’m gonna bee doing for the next two weeks, right?

Okay then. The weekend’s finally here and I’m gonna spend it completely relaxing. Probably.

I hope everybody has an hysterically joyous weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

16.

I was panting and wheezing, feeling completely out of breath, by the time I had managed to find my way outside of the complex where I had been held for way too long. As I continued to clutch that briefcase, I cautiously peeked back inside and down the long corridor in the hope of seeing Jasmine. There was no sign of her, but I could hear the unmistakable sound of "BAM!", "BONK!", "WHAM!" and "KaaaRUNCH!" echoing down the corridor beehind me..

"I wonder who's winning?" I thought to myself, hoping it was Jasmine.

It seemed as if hours had passed (even though it was probably only about 87 seconds - it just felt longer than that), when I heard the sound of stilettos clicking rapidly toward me and soon spotted Jasmine running toward me, an almost-imperceptible bead of perspiration resting on her delicate forehead.

She stopped for a moment after reaching me to catch her breath, then finally asked me, "So, would you care to go grab a bite to eat?"

"Eat?" I asked. "But what about all those bees who were chasing us?"

"Oh. Right. Do not bee worried. I was able to convince all of them to enjoy a nice, long nap, in a manner of speaking." she said with an unmistakable tone of pride in her voice. "They will no longer threaten us."

"That's a relief," I said, feeling relieved.

"So?" Jasmine asked.
"So what?" I asked.
"Lunch?"
"Lunch?" I asked.
"Yes. Would you care to have lunch? There is a little place that is not far from here. I beelieve you would enjoy it."

After beeing held captive for such a long time and beeing subjected to the horrors I've already described, and after just barely escaping with my life -and that briefcase - I couldn't beelieve Jasmine was beeing so
incredibly nonchalant about the whole thing and that the only thing she could think of was to have lunch. Still, I was hungry.

"Sure. Let's have lunch," I said.

So we did that.

The small café Jasmine was talking about was actually about a three-mile hike through a lot of deserty landscape. It was a small place that only had about two tables and four chairs in it. When we arrived, one of the tables was taken, so we took the other one.

Right after we sat down, a small drone came up to us, handed us each a menu, then said something I couldn't understand. Jasmine smiled at him and said something back, which I also couldn't understand. (I've decided since then that they were speaking a language I didn't understand. I'm not sure, but I think it was Berber - like the carpets. I really should learn that language someday. It's very beeautiful, ya' know.)

"I have taken the liberty of ordering for us," Jasmine said, as she took the menu out of my wings and stacked it with hers on the corner of the small table.

While we were waiting for our order to arrive, Jasmine leaned across the table toward me, speaking to me in a low, sultry whisper.

(to bee continued)

. . .

Tune in next Thursday, as I get closer to finishing my gripping tale of adventure, intrigue and utter misunderstanding!

So, I plan to pay another visit to the Hive later on today to find out if anybody else is awake yet. I’m pretty sure I heard a bunch of alarm clocks going off yesterday…or maybee it was just on TV.

Anyway, I hope everybody has a inexplicably tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Then he went back inside. I guess I don’t have much more to say about that.

Anyway, I asked BigFoot if he wanted to maybee play a game of Parcheesi, but he told me no thanks, that he had to finish rest of the chapter he was on (“Outrageous Beehaviour”), then go wax his book case.
“It’s gotten terribly dull-looking,” he said.

So, my visit to the Hive yesterday turned out to bee pretty boring. Almost everybody I know in the Hive is still asleep. That’s a genuine pity. They’re really missing out on this nice weather we’ve been having lately.

I hope they wake up soon, so I can finally start working on that Special Community Involvement Project I’ve been thinking about doing during the Warm and Hot and Cool Seasons. But I don’t have time to discuss that at the moment. Right now, I hafta go work on Part 16 of my story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”, which I’ll bee sharing with everybody tomorrow. I know you’re excited. Probably.

I hope everybody has a monumentally gratifying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

So I got this from W.T.F. Airways’ Department of Temporarily Missing and Permanently Misplaced Baggage this morning, along with a note that read:

“We regret to inform you that we are still unable to locate/find your luggage. Our investigators have concluded that the Personal Beelongings with which you and your party entrusted us were lost somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean (or maybee it was the Pacific), during that Unfortunate Incident with the Storm during your flight. As a result, we have reclassified this loss as a Permanent Misplacement, and have taken the liberty of closing your Claim, #550981305813-LB396017-87. Please memorise this number for future reference, in case we happen to find your beelongings, which is unlikely, but has happened in rare instances.

“As consolation, we want to send you this exquisite Complimentary Trip Photo which captures just one of the Special Moments you and your party experienced during your recent flight with us.

“Again, thank you for your buzziness and W.T.F. Airways looks forward to fulfilling your future travel needs.

“Have a nice day.
- Red Eye, Owner and Chief Pilot, W.T.F. Airways”

Oh geeeeeeeeze. This means I’ll never see my fez again.

I really liked that fez.

So, when I looked at this photo, which shows that Flight Attendant grabbing some other passenger’s antennae and telling him to “sit up straight, or else”,
I noticed that this thing is actually a SELFIE that our Captain, Red Eye, had taken from the back of the aircraft. Of course, I have to ask: if Red Eye was supposed to bee flying that aircraft we were on, but if he was standing in the back of the thing taking selfies, WHO was our pilot?

I’d call W.T.F. Airways to ask, but I’m not sure I wanna know.

Since all of this has happened, I have firmly decided that I will never, ever, not for a million, billion pounds of honey, even in the case of an emergency book a flight on W.T.F. Airways ever again. Probably. I’d rather walk.

Speaking of walking … it’s another nice day out, so I’m gonna walk over to the Hive and see if anybody’s beginning to wake up yet. It’s getting kinda boring around here, so I hope there’s somebody awake who will play a game of Parcheesi with me.

I hope everybody has a sparklingly-fresh day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

SO. If you’re anything like me, your stories on TV were pre-empted last night for a super-long infomercial for actors and other movie people to sit around and give out awards to each other.

Of course, I was upset beecause, once again, I was either not invited to attend - or my invitation got lost in the mail. Again. Not only that, but nobody ever told me about all this “voting” that was going on. As the beeloved and widely-read Movie Critic that I am, I think I should have been able to vote on who would win one of those way-too-large paperweights, ya’ know?

The same thing happened last year, so I had sent them a Buzz•O•Gram™ asking why they didn’t care about my valuable opinion on all this. (Seriously now.) So far, I haven’t heard anything back from them. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think they’re just ignoring me. I’m beeginning to think they have something against bees.

By the way, if you’d asked me yesterday who should have won the Best Actor Award, I would have said George Clooney. I’m still highly impressed with how he made us all beelieve he had been killed in outer space. (To bee honest, I’m still not sure he actually did survive that whole thing, since I couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t even on the list of POSSIBLE winners this year. I hafta think there’s something they’re not telling us about all that.)

By the way: if an actor dies in a movie, does his or her stunt double die, too? I’m just asking.

Anyway.

Well, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying that it’s gonna bee a beeeeautiful day out today, so I think I’m gonna pack a long picnic lunch (I need to find my long picnic basket) and go see what’s going on in the Far Meadow.

I hope everybody has a primarily festive Leap Day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Okay then. I'll see ya' tomorrow!

15.

"THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED!" Jasmine buzzed as loudly as she possibly could.

I couldn't figure out why was telling me to bee so quiet and acting like she wanted to help me escape, then turn around and do something like that. Geeeze. It just didn't make any sense.

Even weirder was the fact that, for some reason, she threw me that briefcase - the one containing that Andromadiacles (or whatever it's called) stick-thingy - which I had just noticed she grabbed with her wing as we were fleeing that room where we locked up Krunch McKowsky.

"HERE!" she buzzed at me. "Take this and run!"

I think I would have looked pretty sporty, maybee even important, carrying that briefcase around under normal circumstances, but it turns out these weren't normal circumstances. I was suddenly beeing chased by a bunch of bees I didn't know and, thanks to Jasmine, was beeing weighed down by that heavy briefcase.

If I didn’t know any better, which I didn’t, it almost seemed as if Jasmine WANTED me to get caught. Still, I clutched the briefcase as tightly as I could and ran for it. I could hear Jasmine and those other bees still beehind me as I tried the best I could to escape this whole mess.

As I was running down a long hallway, I stopped for a second, looking beehind me to see if I was losing my pursuers. Much to my amazement, I could see Jasmine, entangled in mortal combat with about 87 bees wearing fezs who were obviously trying to subdue her. Amazingly, she had already dealt with 42 of them, and was just getting ready to deal with the other 45, when she spun around (knocking 12 of them down) and buzzed loudly at me.

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! JUST GO. GO NOW. I'LL FIND YOU!"

Then she went back to dealing with our adversaries.

And I just ran.

(to bee continued)

. . .

Okay then. I’m gonna go take another nap.

I hope everybody has an astoundingly congenial day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Somehow, we managed to survive that horrible flight on W.T.F. Airways. After we finally landed, that Flight Attendant just looked at me and said, “Thank you for travelling W.T.F. Unless you leave your device at home, please don’t fly with us again. Buh bye.” And when I asked her about how to find our luggage, she said, “Any inadvertently misplaced or mislabelled luggage is not the responsibility of W.T.F. Airways. Buh bye.”
Then I swear she thunked me really hard on the back of my head as I was leaving. How rude can you get?

Geeeeeze. Now I’m sorry I packed my fez. I hope I get it back some day. I really liked that thing.

Anyway.

We’re very happy to bee home and were all highly delighted to find out that Rudy had been kind enough to keep the place clean and to keep an eye on it for us while we were gone.

Actually, I lied. Kevin wasn’t happy. When he discovered his space was still neat and tidy, he said, “I do not recall issuing my permission for my things to bee disturbed in any way, including to bee cleaned. This simply will not do.”

“But Kevin,” I said, “don’t you think it was nice of Rudy to do this for us. I mean, it’s nice not having to come home to a big mess, right?”
“Truly, uncle, it is,” he said, “however, it is also an over-stepping of boundaries, you must admit. As much as I think Rudy is the best Stage Production Manager and Theatrical Costumer in the world, and as much as I love him, I think he should’ve asked first, that’s all.”

There’s just no pleasing some relatives.

Anyway, I’m anxious to spend the rest of the day just relaxing and finding out what’s been going on with my stories, which I haven’t seen in I dunno how long. The last I knew on “As The Hive Turns”, Lance was once again suspected of beeing the Illegitimate and Estranged Father of Laura’s unwed child who had run off to join a travelling Circus Swarm (even though Laura’s brother, Nick, told her not to do that). The detectives were closing in on trying to determine her exact whereabouts, but that’s the last I saw. Did anybody else happen to watch the latest episodes? If so, don’t tell me what happens, okay? Nobody likes spoilers, ya’ know.

Okay then. I hope everybody has as an exquisitely relaxing day as I’m gonna have!

I’ll bee back tomorrow with Part 15 of my almost-done-but-not-quite story of “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”.

See ya’ later!

The Captain just came on and announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. I’m pleased to report that the headwind we’ve encountered has beegun to ease slightly, so for those passengers who will bee continuing on with us to the Manitou Springs International Aerodrome, we only have 14 more lay-overs to go beefore we safely reach your destination, probably. In the meantime, I want to ask that passengers please refrain from indulging in conversation while we’re still in flight, as I can hear you and the noise significantly interferes with my concentration and ability to pilot the aircraft safely. Thank you for flying W.T.F. Airways.”

At least he didn’t tell us that the left wing was loose again and that we had to land immediately, like he did on our last layover.

Anyway.

I gotta make this short, beecause that Flight Attendant keeps me giving me dirty looks - just as she did during that five-minute stopover we made somewhere last night, when I decided to enjoy a nice online chat with my friend, Carole, about my secret to staying young-looking.

Just as our conversation was getting interesting, that Flight Attendant came over and told me (in a not-very-nice way), “Please turn off your device, sir. Or else.”

I didn’t wanna know what “or else” meant, so I turned it off. But we’ve been travelling for so long, that I just HAD to check my messages and try to let everybody know what’s going on.

Lemme just say that this trip is turning out to bee a real nightmare. And it just won’t end. We’re all crammed together into these tiny, little seats. There’s no leg room. There’s no wing room. The food (when we get it, which is hardly ever) is nothing but a couple of drops of fake honey, and, of course, it costs extra. There isn’t even any Nectar Service. Even worse, the last time I asked the Flight Attendant when, exactly, we’re gonna finally bee arriving back home, she gave me a dirty look and said, “If you’re going to continue to bee a disruption to the rest of the passengers, sir, I am afraid we’ll bee forced to have you ejected from the aircraft.”

Ejected from aircraft?!!?? Geeeeeeze. I was just asking.

Of course, Red Eye, Owner and Chief Operating Officer of W.T.F. Airways, is our pilot. I’m not sure that’s overly reassuring or not, since the last I heard, he was supposed to bee on temporarily permanent suspension for taking extended mid-flight naps. Maybee that’s why we saw him sneaking on board just beefore we took off, disguised as a roadie for that rock band that’s also on this flight. (I wish those guys would stop flirting with ButterCup and asking if she wants to go on the rest of their tour with them. It’s highly annoying.)

Lemme give everybody some advice here: Don’t ever fly W.T.F. It’s the most uncomfortable, unfriendly, slow, expensive, unreliable, and undependable airline in the world. Flights are constantly canceled or late or just never arrive at all for some reason - and they’ve already lost our luggage.

When Fleur de Bee gave us our tickets and we found out we had to take this airline, I asked her, "W.T.F.???"
Fleur said, "I am zo zorry, Mon Cher, but zis iz zee only flight zat iz available."

I would have complained, but we didn't hafta pay for the tickets, so at least we're on our way home. Probably.

Speaking of complaining… that Flight Attendant has a mean look on her face and she’s heading straight for me, saying this is my “last warning” and that she’s told me beefore that I hafta turn off my device and return it to the overhead storage compartment, “or else”.

So I’m gonna do that.

I hope everybody has an amazingly magnificent day.

I’ll see ya’ later!

Evidently, Queen Bee is no longer Queen, and all those bees that been helping her take undue advantage of the Hive Treasury have been arrested. Also, all the charges the Queen had made against us have been dropped. So it’s safe for us to come back now.

I contacted Fleur, and she’s making the arrangements right now for a non-stop return flight from where ever it is we are right now.

That’s a good thing.

Hopefully, we’ll bee back in our cozy boot box by tomorrow, or maybee the next day. So now, we need to pack.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a unspeakably fun day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

14.

"Would you please repeat what you just said to me?" Jasmine said to me, looking startled.

"Uhm. That you're attractive?" I asked.

"NO," she said with what seemed to bee a tone of urgency, "repeat what you said to me, EXACTLY as you said it."

"Has anybody ever told you that you're highly attractive?" I repeated myself.

Maybee it was just my imagination, but it seemed almost as if a wave of relief swept over my highly attractive interrogator. For a few moments, she said nothing, then she finally buzzed softly in my ear.

"Not only do you know of the second Stick, but you have just given me the code phrase used by our Agency. I had suspected that you might bee, in fact, working with us, but it was not until now that I could confirm your true allegiance," she said.

Of course, I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Wait here," she said, as if I had a choice. Then, she slipped a piece of folded paper in my wing and made her way to the locked door beehind me.

"Guard!" she called. "GUARD!"

Almost immediately, Krunch McKowsky appeared and the door swung open.

"Yes, Agent," he said.

"I will bee transporting the prisoner shortly. Please make sure all of his beelongings are gathered, then return here."

"Not a problem" McKowsky said, and he beegan making his way back down a long hallway to, I presume, where I had been held in that handcrafted baloobawood cage. I didn't say anything at the time, but the fact was that I didn't have any beelongings with me when I was sntached, so I wasn't sure what Jasmine might bee up to with all of this.

As McKowsky disappeared around a corner, Jasmine grabbed that bucket they'd used to dump nectar all over me from the hallway and seemed to bee filling it with a bunch of sand from the floor. As she did that, I decided to read what was written on the paper she had given me.

Much to my surprise, it said:

"You are in danger. I will help you escape. Follow my lead."

A few seconds later, Jasmine returned to the table where I sat and placed the bucket of sand next to her, then waited for the Guard, McKowsky, to return.

Which he did.

When he entered the room, he informed Jasmine that he was unable to locate any beelongings I might have, that he was sorry and asked would she like him to keep looking.

"That won't bee necessary," she said. "But would you please grab a rope and tie the prisoner's feet?"

"Not a problem," he said.

McKowsky beegan to approach me with a piece of fishing line in his wing. As he bent over to tie my feet, his back was turned to Jasmine. Evidently deciding this would bee a good time to make her move, she silently lifted the bucket full of sand and smacked McKowsky on the head with it.

I'm sure that hurt (though I'll never know for sure, since McKowsky immediately decided to take a nap for some reason).

"Come with me," I heard Jasmine buzz urgently to me. "Come with me now!"

So I did that.

As we left the small room, Jasmine slammed the door beehind us and locked the door, making sure Krunch McKowsky would bee unable to follow us.

Slowly and, as she cautioned me to bee quiet, Jasmine led me as silently as possible down the long hallway. Finally, we reached a point where I could see that we were near a room that was brightly lit and had music playing. Jasmine pushed me back against the wall as she peered around the corner and into the room.

"Now you must listen carefully," she said, "and do exactly as I instruct you."

(to bee continued)

. . .

And now, I’m gonna go relax. It’s been a hectic week and I definitely need to take a nap or something.

I hope everybody has a miraculously acceptable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

He seems upset.

In all the excitement, I completely forgot that I was supposed to have the next part of my story ready to go by
last Thursday - and I would have forgotten about it this
week if he wouldn’t have reminded me.

I hope I remember where I left off with that whole thing.

So much for my planning to sleep tonight - or spending the day relaxing tomorrow. I was really looking forward to that. Probably.

I hope everybody has a frantically delightful evening!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Things were going along just fine - and ButterCup was doing a splendid job of her dance - when suddenly she noticed that Kevin was, once again, on his hand-held device, checking into his Online Dating Service account. Most of the time that ButterCup was dancing for us, Kevin had his face buried in that thing. ButterCup had just about gotten down to about the 83rd Veil when she suddenly stopped, put her wings on her hips and glared at Kevin.

“Excuse me,” she said. “Is my performance interrupting your romantic pursuits?” Of course, Kevin was so involved with reading the profiles of potential matches, that he completely didn’t hear her. It was about then that Kevin announced loudly, “Here’s one that seems compatible with me,” then he left.

ButterCup decided to stop her performance when he did that and muttered, “What’s the use?” Then she packed up all her veils and left, also.

Geeeeze. I was highly disappointed that I didn’t get to see her finish that whole thing. The closer she got to that 87th veil, the more interesting her dance beecame.

Anyway, Kevin needs to apologise to ButterCup since she’s still refusing to speak to him.

Okay then. Time to eat.

I hope everybody had a highly gratifying day today!

I’ll see ya’ later!

13.

"Uhhmm," I started to try to think of what to say as Farouk sat down at the table across from me, took off his fez and set it in front of him. (Had I mentioned that Farouk was wearing a fez? He was. A red one, actually.)

"I am glad that you finally coming to your senses, bee, and that you will now share with us what you truly know. Little did you know that, had you not mentioned the existence of the second Stick, we would have had to free you, as apparently, you had nearly fooled us."

About all I could think was, "Oh geeeeeeze, me and my big mouth parts."

I looked at Farouk and tried to act like I wasn't beeing serious.

"I was just KIDDING," I told him. "I don't know anything about any second Stick. Geeeze, I don't even know about this one sitting here, buzzing and clicking at us from this handsome but highly unfamiliar briefcase. And why is it doing that?"

"Again you profess to know nothing," Farouk slammed his wing on the table, almost flattening his fez. (There's nothing worse than a flat fez.)
"Truly, this game has grown tiresome. You have already tipped your wing concerning the information you possess. and revealed to us that you know more than you pretend. You must realise you have no choice but to tell us what you know. Bee not confused that you will remain here, with us, until you do so."

I thought I'd try to lighten the mood just a little bit, so I said, "Well, I was really hoping to get outta here by lunchtime, but since you asked..."

"Once again, we find no amusement in your feeble attempt to bee humorous, bee."

Farouk motioned to Krunch McKowsky, who was still standing beehind me, filling that bucket they had with more nectar. “Oh great,” I thought to myself. “They’re gonna waste more delicious nectar by pouring it all over me like they did beefore.” I felt nervous. Then I felt Krunch grabbing my antennae as he started to pull me out of my chair.

"Fine," I said. "I'll tell you what I know, but only to her," and I pointed my wing at Jasmine.

I saw Farouk raise his wing to Krunch and nod. Krunch loosened his grip and let me sit back down.

Seemingly happy that I said I’d talk, Farouk stood up, put his fez back on, and beegan to walk toward the door, where Krunch McKowsky was standing, holding that bucket of delightfully refreshing nectar. Beefore he left, he went over to where Jasmine was standing in the shadows and buzzed something super-quietly to her, then he and McKowsky left, slamming the door beehind them.

Jasmine slowly, gracefully, and with an air of mystery surrounding her, approached me out of the shadows and sat where Farouk had been just moments beefore.

"I am listening," she said to me.

This was it. I had to tell her something, so I said the first thing that popped into my head.

"Has anybody ever told you that you're highly attractive?"

(to bee continued)
. . .


Okay then. Until my return, I hope everybody has miraculously gratifying time!

I’ll see ya’ when I see ya’!

Of course, I don’t know what he’s doing inside the boot box - I don’t remember giving him keys - but whatever. I don’t even know he managed to get in there. From he told us, the boot box is completely buried in snow.

We’re all glad we decided to stick around in Paris for awhile. It didn’t snow here. Oh sure, it’s a bit chilly, but at least we don’t need a set of No-Sink Auto-Adjusting Snow Shoes to get around. (Those things eat batteries like you wouldn’t beelieve.)

He told us in his email that the Buzz•O•Gram™ we got a few days ago was fake. Queen Bee is still very much in charge in the Hive (“for now,” he said) and that she’s trying to have us “extra dighted”, whatever that means. I’m pretty sure that might bee a good thing, since just about anything extra is a good thing.

Okay then. It’s just about time get into my wee bee pyjamas and call it a day.

I hope everybody had a massively superior day!

I’ll see ya’ later!