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Each beehive contains thousands of bees.

There are over 20,000 known species of bees in the world,

with the honeybee being one of the most well-known and domesticated species.

-Hi, gang. -Fuck off.

Okay. What are you... Oh, bees.

-Bees are amazing, aren't they? -Not really.

-Nah, fuck 'em. Sting-y bastards. -Yeah.

Well, okay, they only sting in self-defense.

-Snidey. -And they often die because of it.

Good. Pests.

Well... oh, funny pests that are fundamental to life on earth.

-Fuck off. -Okay. Without bees, you'd have no food.

Bollocks!

They only make honey, don't they? I fucking hate honey.

Shove it! It's not like they make cheese and meat and shit.

Nice shit, you know?

That I'd miss!

But without the bees pollinating flowers, all vegetation would die.

Ergo, all other animals would starve.

No. They'd find summat else to eat.

No, they wouldn't. That's what I'm saying.

Of course. They'd go to the supermarket

and have a nice chicken or summat, you dopey twat.

-No, there wouldn't be chicken. -Cheese strings, anything.

"Oh, those bees have run out." "So?" "There's no honey!"

"Oh, let's have summat else at the supermarket. Fucking sausages!"

-There wouldn't be sausages. -There would be sausages!

-Bees don't make sausages! -Just wouldn't be any fucking honey, mate!

There wouldn't be any plants, so what would the animals eat? Think about it.

If there was no vegetation, therefore no animals that fed on vegetation,

what would the other animals eat?

-Ass. -Hm?

A double S.

If you're hungry, you eat it. Even if you're not hungry.

-Yum, yum, yum. -Do you mean eat the arsehole?

-Like, chew and eat it? -Like it's a little calamari?

If you were starving,

what animal's arsehole would you eat first?

Worm as a starter.

-Have they got an arsehole? -I'd make one with my fang.

-Yeah, which end should be the arsehole? -Oh, does it matter, mate?

If you've just made a hole in his head, what are you gonna do?

It's a waste of time talking to you guys.

-Penny's dropped. -Finally.

-Interesting fact. -Here he goes.

-I don't know why I bother. -We'll be the judge.

-Yeah! -"Interesting story, actually."

-Yeah! -Really? Prove it.

Prove it, cunt.

One bee makes the equivalent of a single jar of honey in its lifetime.

Fucking lazy cunt.

-Yeah! Which bee? -What?

You said one bee makes a single jar of honey.

Name and shame the lazy little fucker.

-What's his fucking name? -Yeah.

No, I'm saying a bee. A bee.

-And we're saying which one? -Who's not pulling their fucking weight?

Yeah! Get him outta the hive!

He is pulling his weight! He doesn't weigh anything! Well, very little.

And think about a jar of honey. What's that? 500 grams?

If I was in charge of that hive, "We've got an order here."

"We need a fucking million jars of honey."

"What cunt only made one?"

Don't give it to fucking Bobby the bee. He's gonna do one.

-Yeah! What's up with you? -The next cunt's doing at least five.

There probably are a million bees that are making one each.

It's like that cunt in Schindler's List with one arm. Don't employ him!

He's gonna fuck it up for the Nazis!

Anyway, point is, fuck bees.

Yeah? Horrible.

All creepy crawly. Ugh.

Okay, I mean, this aversion to bees is frankly odd.

-What do you mean? -There's no reason to be scared of bees.

I'm not fucking scared of them. I'll fucking eat 'em.

-Well, then they will sting you. -Good.

Let them sting me when I'm fucking eating 'em. I'll eat 'em faster.

-That's a good idea. -What?

-Yeah, we'll cut out the middleman. -What?

It doesn't matter if they make food. They are food.

-They are food! -Eat the bee.

-Let's eat some fucking bees. -Eat the bee.

-Terrible. -Can we look for my house on the way?

Yeah! Oh yeah.

Yeah, we've got to look for... What is it? A big road with a bridge and a church?

Yeah, maybe I can have a go on the slide in the playground.

-Another clue! -There's a playground?

-Yeah! -Ah.

Right, let's find a playground near a bridge over a road, then a church.

-Yep. -And eat some fucking bees.

I am not on board with the bee-eating project.

There's Olive.

-Hiya. You all right? -Yeah.

-All right. -What you doing?

Just, uh,

looking for Kitten's home.

And bees. You seen any?

-What, bees? -Yeah.

-What are they? Are they like wasps? -Similar.

-What's the difference? -They make honey.

-What do wasps do? -Nothing.

-They do. -They don't make anything of note.

What about giant Asian hornets?

No, they don't make anything of note either.

All right.

Anyway, we're looking for bees

'cause we're gonna eat 'em. Teach them a lesson.

-What do you do if they sting you? -Great question.

-You're not meant to squeeze their sac. -I love it when you fucking talk dirty.

-What? -You heard.

Do you know what I'd do if they sting me?

-What? -Watch 'em die.

Oh, you've had a go there, boy? And now you've ripped your guts out.

That's you. Night, night.

You buzzy little cunt.

What if they sting you en masse?

-They can all have it. -You won't like it!

I won't like it for a... a moment.

They won't like it for eternity, 'cause that's them done.

You shot your shot. Now fuck off.

Aw.

Ah. It's good.

They do slides where you go into water, don't they?

-Waterslide, it's called. -I'd hate that.

Whoo!

What are they up to?

Oh!

-Oh my God. -What the f...

-You all right? -I'm okay.

Little cunts.

-It's all right. -Nah, it's not all right.

He won't hurt you again.

How do you know?

Let's just say I had a little word with him.

-What did he say? -He said...

Hey, I've got one.

-Hey! -Be careful.

-What's it taste like? -Like a raisin.

Ugh. It's chewy.

-What? -Oh, hang on.

My tongue's swelling up.

-She's been stung. -Do you think?

-How's that happened? -"How's that happened?"

How do you think it happened? She ate it.

-My throat feels constricted. -Fucking do something!

-I can't breathe. Help! -Calm down.

What you doing?

I'm pissing on you. Take the pain of the sting away.

That's jellyfish, you dopey cunt.

Honest mistake.

Oh God. You look fucking weird, Olive.

Your tongue's, like, swollen up, like, fucking five times the size.

Ugh!

-That gives me an idea. -What?

-Gonna get stung on the knob. -Genius.

Not genius, technically.

Ooh, clever. He's gonna have a lovely big knob!

Of course he won't!

He will! Look at her tongue.

Now, times that by his fucking knob and do the math! A huge cock!

Yeah, it'll be too tender to do anything with though.

-What's it got to do with you, buddy? -Yeah! Fucking knob expert.

He's gonna have the biggest cock in the neighborhood. That's my boy.

-Why is your piss so smelly? -Diabetic.

-Do you eat a lot of cake? -Yeah, loads, yeah.

-Oh, there's one. -There's one. He's off!

He's cornered it. He's got his knob out.

He's pointing his knob straight at it.

Come on, bee.

It's all right. Come to me, bee. Climb up my stalk.

-He's coaxing it. -Don't be shy.

Reverse onto my stalk. Onto the helmet. Up to the base.

Ow! Ooh!

Oh, bloody hell.

-He stung the balls? -Yeah. Oh well.

Close enough. Look at the size of these bad boys.

Look. Bonus balls. You'd win the lottery with them boys.

-What you gonna do with them? -Party.

You know what you've done there? Just because of, like, perspective,

you've got a smaller knob now.

Fucking mega balls there, but they've pushed the cock into nothing.

-They are mega balls. -Doesn't last long.

-Oh, this looks like a party. -Yeah.

It's a shame your balls have gone down.

Oh, there's Lara.

Go on.

Hiya.

-All right? -Yeah.

What you up to?

Just finding, uh,

kitty's home.

-Hiya. -Yeah.

So, yeah.

-What you doing? Just... -Just hanging out.

-Yeah? Yeah. -Just having a party.

-Having a dance. -Good.

-Do you wanna come and dance? -Enjoy... Nah.

Better not. We've had a bit of a day.

We were... We were eating bees, and Olive got stung on the tongue.

-Did you? -It really hurt.

And then Puke got stung on his balls.

-Did you? -Um...

Well, that was on purpose.

Why did you wanna get stung on the balls on purpose?

I didn't. I wanted to get stung on the stalk.

-The what? -My willy.

Why?

Because I wanted it to be five times the size. Do you understand, my dear?

Wh... No.

How did it pan out, then?

He got stung on the balls, and they blew up.

-They got big? -To enormous proportions.

There was 25 minutes of good fun.

-Right. -He was just waddling along.

Just going "ow" every time they hit the ground.

It was like he was trying to ride a space hopper.

Once again, his scheme made him look like a right cunt.

Hm. Busy day, then?

Yeah.

Anyhoo, we'll be off.

So, sorry about that. Come on, gang.

Why don't you dance?

I prefer to watch.

Really?

Hm... No.

Not really.

I prefer to dance, but...

'Cause it's more fun.

But I'm fat and old. I look stupid.

Why do you care what you look like if it's fun?

Well,

here's the thing.

I'm sort of a role model, yeah? The gang look up to me.

And if I look stupid, they won't have a role model to look up to, so...

And I've lost my nerve a little bit, if I'm being honest, but...

-But Lara would like to dance with you. -Yeah, but she's fine, so...

I can't believe you're worried about what you look like.

You're not scared of anything.

You've done so much with your life.

You're, like, the best cat in the neighborhood.

Yeah.

I've done nothing.

It's all bullshit. "Best cat in the neighborhood."

That isn't saying much. I'm not even sure if it's true.

I'm an average cat in an average place.

I survive day to day. Sometimes, I'm not even sure why.

Looking after you

is the best thing I've ever done.

Really?

Yeah. Really.

Okay, let's find your home.

Oh.

Look, it's there.

-Is that your house? -Yeah.

-Are you sure? -Yeah, that's... so that's...

That's the flowers. I recognize the flowers, and...

That's my old toy there.

Is it? Oh.

Oh, yeah, it's mine.

Right.

-Okay, then. -Okay.

I told you we'd find your family, kid, didn't I?

Right. I'll go round the back and find a way in.

Well done, kid. Don't be a stranger, yeah?

-Yeah. -I'll miss you, Kitten.

-Thanks, everyone. -It's been a pleasure.

Look after yourself, okay? Keep your chin up.

-All right. -Good.

-I'll miss you all. -See you around though.

Oh wow! It's even better than the other one!

Definitely.

Uh...

Sorry, kid.

-They moved away. -Oh no.

Yeah.

-Oh. -Oh, sorry, kid.

-That's awful. -Sorry.

-Sorry. -I'm not sad.

Wh... what...

You're not sad

you don't have a family?

I do have a family.

Let's go home.

What was the new kitten like?

Wh...

Not as good as you, kid.

Thanks, Gus.

Come on, Gus.

Ooh.

Mmm.

Have you seen her?

So fine and pretty Fooled me with her style and ease

And I feel her from across the room

Yes, it's love in the third degree

Ooh, baby, baby

Won't ya turn your head my way?

Ooh, baby, baby

A-come on Take a chance

You're old enough

To dance the night away

Whoa

Come on, baby

Dance the night away

Maybe, uh...

Maybe we should get together.

For what?

Well,

you know...

Oh.

You know, have kittens and that.

Yeah. Um...

I don't have testes.

-What? -Balls. I've got no balls.

-I'm not bothered about balls. -Hm.

-As long as you've got a cock. -But you understand what it means?

-What? -Well, I don't have those urges.

And

obviously, kittens would be impossible.

-Oh, right. -Mm.

-Hey. -Have you got balls?

-Yeah. -See you.

Cool.

-Anyone wanna dance? -No, definitely not.

-Fuck that. -I'll dance with you, kid.

-Eh, you soft twat. -Proper nonce.

Stop it. Come on!

Let's do this!

Just us two now, innit?

-Sat here. -Yeah.

Couple of cunts.

We never amounted to anything.

Speak for yourself. I killed a kid today.

-Is he definitely dead? -Well, I heard his neck break.

If he's not dead, he's a fucking vegetable.

-We'll all be dead soon. -Yep.

Dance the night away

Oh, oh, yeah

Dance, dance, dance the night away

- Come on, baby - Dance the night away

Oh, oh, yeah

Dance, dance, dance the night away

Oh, come on, baby, baby

Dance the night away

Ooh, ooh, yeah

Dance, dance, dance