(The episode opens on an Autumn morning in a neighborhood in Walkerville. As a paperboy passes out newspapers, Tim and Wanda are on their bikes hauling a trailer full of honey jars.)
Wanda: Okay, Tim. Delivering papers, I understand. But honey?
Tim: What can I say, Wanda? I've been delivering honey for my Grandpa's bee farm all summer. I just needed help this morning 'cause the load's so big. But if you don't wanna split the $4 delivery fee.
Wanda: Hey, I'm happy to help. But how come everybody orders so much honey all of a sudden?
(They both stop in front of a house.)
Tim: Well, it's the last delivery of the year, and Grandpa's customers wanna stock up for the winter. Take two.
(They both take two jars.)
Wanda: Why? Doesn't your Grandpa have honey to sell in the winter time?
(Tim places the jars on the porch steps.)
Tim: No. I just don't think he likes cold weather.
(Wanda hands to Tim the jars she brought over and he puts them on the porch.)
Wanda: I don't blame him. I hate the cold.
Tim: Then you better get out your long underwear 'cause there's gonna be a big frost tonight.
(Both kids continue biking through the neighborhood. Soon they come to a hill and go down it.)
Wanda: How many more houses to go?
Tim: Eight, and we better get moving 'cause-- (suddenly a bee flies in front of him) Yikes! A bee!
Wanda: Watch out!
(Tim takes his hands off the handlebars and waves them around. Suddenly, they both lose control and crash. Fortunately, they are not harmed. Unfortunately, their bikes are damaged and all the honey jars are broken.)
Tim: Oh, no. (One more jar breaks. The kids watch as all the honey oozes past the sewer cover.) All that honey, down the drain.
Wanda: What are we gonna do? (3x)
(All they can do now is head to school. Once there, Tim explains his dilemma to his peers before announcing his plan.)
Tim: So you know what we're gonna do? We're going to convince Ms. Frizzle to take us to my Grandpa's bee farm. I've got to get more honey!
(The sound of buzzing grabs everyone's attention. Everyone sees a beehive perched on a drawer moving. The drawer moves, and Ms. Frizzle pokes her head out of the hive, with the top of the hive becoming her hat.)
Ms. Frizzle: Hive alive, class!
Class: Ms. Frizzle!
Ms. Frizzle: Did somebody call me 'honey'? (Steps out of the hive)
Carlos: Not me, Ms. Frizzle.
Phoebe: Uh uh.
Tim: No way.
Keesha: Doesn't she ever come in the door?
Tim: Um, actually, we were talking about going to my Grandpa's bee farm to get more honey from his bees because the jars broke and the honey went down the drain. (Sigh)
Phoebe: Ms. Frizzle, um, I don't think it's right to just go and take honey from the bees.
Tim: But Phoebe, if you don't take it from the bees, where are we supposed to get it?
Phoebe: I don't know, but we can't take it from the bees.
Tim: Of course we can. That's why they make it, so we can take it!
Phoebe: And what makes you so sure?
(The lights turn off and a single one shines on Ms. Frizzle as she quotes Hamlet.)
Ms. Frizzle: "To take honey from bees, or not to take honey from bees? That is the question."
Phoebe: So what's the answer, Ms. Frizzle?
(Soon, everyone is on the Magic School Bus as it drives through the farmlands.)
Everyone: (singing) A honeying we will go, a honeying we will go, hive-ho the derri-o, a honeying we will go.
Ms. Frizzle: (inhales the autumn air) Ahh! Don't you just love it when you get that nip in the air?
Keesha: No doubt about it. Winter is on its way. (The Bus passes a corn field where two tractors are harvesting the corn stalks.) The farmers are harvesting the last of the corn before tonight's frost.
(A gray squirrel is shown collecting acorns. It runs up a tree as the Bus passes.)
Carlos: The cold must be catching. Even the squirrels are going nuts.
(Cut to some wilting flowers.)
Ms. Frizzle: And today is our last chance this year to see all these beautiful flowers before the cold finishes them off.
(The Bus drives past the flowers. Suddenly, it turns right and drives along a dirt road, much to Tim's confusion.)
Tim: Ms. Frizzle, wait! This isn't the way to my Grandpa's bee farm!
Ms. Frizzle: (chuckles) Who said anything about going to your Grandpa's bee farm?
Arnold: I knew it! This is a field trip!
(The Bus stops in a grassy field. Soon, everyone steps out.)
Ms. Frizzle: That's right, Arnold. A trip to a field. Isn't it beautiful?
(The whole class admires the autumn scenery.)
Tim: It's great, Ms. Frizzle. But why stop to look at flowers when what we need is honey? (Another bee flies in front of him.) Yikes! Another bee!
Ms. Frizzle: And a honey of a bee it is too.
Ralphie: Wait a minute, Tim. Where there's a honeybee, there's bound to be a hive.
Tim: You're right! And where there's a beehive, there's bound to be honey! Follow that bee!
Ms. Frizzle: Single file, please.
(The classmates run after the bee, following Tim. The bee passes purple flowers. Tim tries to follow it, but then he trips on a branch and falls onto the ground, with the rest of his peers piling up on top of him.)
Ralphie: Where'd it go?
Wanda: Where's the bee?
Keesha: We lost it.
(Ms. Frizzle, now sporting a conductor's hat, blows a whistle.)
Ms. Frizzle: All aboard the Beeline Express!
(She steps back in, and the Bus transforms into a giant honeybee. It flies above the whole class and brings them aboard with its vacuum.)
Ms. Frizzle: Time to buzz off, Bus.
(The Bus flies further up above the field.)
Tim: I don't see that bee anywhere. Now how are we gonna find the hive?
(The giant radar on top detects a loud buzzing sound, which is emitted through green speakers on the ceiling.)
Dorothy Ann: Listen. It sounds like a lot of bees.
Carlos: It's getting louder.
(Liz looks through binoculars. Wanda grabs them to look for the hive.)
Wanda: Hive at five! (2x)
(Wanda spots the beehive which is inside a tree. The Bus-bee then descends toward the tree. Once on the ground, the class gets out and follows Tim again. Tim suddenly stops.)
Tim: Hold it!
(Just like last time, his peers run into him and pile on top of each other.)
Wanda: Tim, you've gotta stop doing that!
Tim: Look, there's the hive!
Carlos: Awesome!
Arnold: Worrisome.
Ralphie: There must be a gazillion bees in there.
Tim: And a ton of honey!
Phoebe: Even if we could get it out, we can't take honey from that hive. It belongs to the bees!
Tim: But what good is it doing the bees, Phoebe?
Phoebe: I don't know, but they must use it for something, or else why would they make it?
Dorothy Ann: If we got closer, we could look inside and find out.
(Arnold stops her.)
Arnold: Dorothy Ann, do the words "Honey, I stung the kids" mean anything to you?!
Wanda: Alright, you weasely wimps. I'll go. (Steps up on a stump to peek inside the hive.) Wow! Check this out! It's like a factory in here; they're busy as bees!
Carlos: Tell them to take a lunch break so we can get the honey!
(Some bees start flying out of the hive ready to sting the intruders.)
Wanda: Oh, no. We're under attack! (Runs to the bus.) Back to the bus!
(The rest of the class follows)
Ms. Frizzle: Oh, but it's the perfect time to study bee-havior.
(A small gust of wind blows Liz off her hat. Slide transition to the Bus.)
Tim: We need to get that honey.
Wanda: Too bad we're not one of those bees. Then they'd leave us alone.
Ms.Frizzle: Dynamic deduction.
Arnold: Wanda, quick! Take it back!
Ms. Frizzle: Oh, bee calm, Arnold. Wanda's made a most bee-fitting suggestion.
Arnold: I knew I should've stayed home today.
Ms. Frizzle: Go on, Liz. Do your beeswax.
(Liz presses a button with a bee illustration. The Bus flails around for a few seconds before letting out the whole class, who have all been turned into bees.)
Phoebe: Hey, look. We're bees.
Carlos: Yeah, and you're a Phoe-bee. (To Ms. Frizzle) And you're a Friz-bee.
Ms. Frizzle: (laughs)
Class: Carlos!
Tim: Come on, everyone! Time to take chances, make mistakes!
Arnold: And get stung! I'm not going!
Wanda: Chill, Arnold. It's perfectly safe. We're one of them now.
Ms. Frizzle: Well, not yet, you're not. (To Liz) Hit it, Liz!
(Liz pulls a lever that lets out a perfume bottle. After which she climbs up the lift, squeezes the bulb and sprays the whole class.)
Phoebe: Hey! What is this stuff?
Wanda: Eww! Yuck!
Carlos: I'm soaked!
Ms. Frizzle: It's eau de hive, a pheromone actually. Now we not only look like bees, we (sniffs) smell like bees. (To Liz) Pull down the Bus, Liz. We're going in.
Tim: To the hive! (The class approaches the hive. Suddenly, Tim shouts...) Watch out!
(A swarm of bees approaches the class before fading to black, starting the commercial break. Once the commercial break is done, the class is shown hovering in place.)
Class: Let's get out of here!
(The swarm passes by the class without harming them.)
Tim: Wow. Those pheromones really worked.
Phoebe: They thought we were bees from their hive and passed us by.
Tim: Come on!
(They continue their entrance to the hive.)
Arnold: Hey. I made it through alive!
Carlos: You're an unstung hero, Arnold.
(The class watches as the bees make honey.)
Tim: Incredible!
Dorothy Ann: There's a zillion bees crawling all over.
Tim: Where's the honey?
(Camera pans up along the honeycombs, showing bees making honey. One bee enters the hive and lands in front of Ralphie.)
Ralphie: Um,.. hello. (The bee lets out its proboscis) What does he want me to do?
Ms. Frizzle: Actually, it's not a he, Ralphie. All the worker bees in here are shes.
Carlos: Maybe she wants to bee your honey.
Ralphie: Carlos!
Ms. Frizzle: She's sharing her food with you, Ralphie. In a hive, it's one for all and all for one.
Ralphie: If you say so, Ms. Frizzle. (As the bee holds out her proboscis covered in nectar, Ralphie, who now has a proboscis himself, gives the nectar a taste.) Hey, this stuff is terrific. It's sweet and delicious.
Tim: What's Ralphie doing?
Dorothy Ann: According to my research, every bee has a proboscis. (As she says the following, two more bees are shown sharing nectar) It's kind of like a tongue that they use to gather food and share with one another.
(The rest of the class tastes the nectar.)
Carlos: Yum! What is it? Where'd they get it?
Keesha: Hey! I bet it's flower nectar. Remember when we went inside the flower in Mr. Seedplot's garden, and we saw the bees drinking up all the nectar? (A thought cloud forms and shows a brief clip from Goes to Seed. The thought cloud then disappears.)
Wanda: So is that nectar they're upchucking into these honeycomb cells?
Ms. Frizzle: Taste it and see.
(Wanda gives it a taste)
Wanda: It is nectar!
Keesha: There may be nectar in that cell. (Tastes the honey above the nectar cells) But there's honey in this one. Mmm-mmm.
Ralphie: So where does the honey come from?
Carlos: Look at this! It looks like these bees are stirring the nectar.
Phoebe: And these bees are fanning the cells with their wings.
Tim: Nectar's thin and watery, right?
Ralphie: (after tasting some honey) But honey is thick and syrupy.
Tim: Well, maybe the bees fan and stir the nectar to evaporate the water. That would make it thicker, wouldn't it?
Ms. Frizzle: Bee's eye, Tim! Honey is made from thickened nectar.
Ralphie: But nectar is seriously yummy as it is. Why turn it into honey?
Keesha: I bet it lasts longer when it's thicker, like my Grandma's strawberry preserves. (She thinks of her Grandmother making strawberry jam.) Yum.
Ms. Frizzle: Oh, a bee-dazzling process, isn't it?
Tim: So, to replace Grandpa's honey that went down the drain, all we have to do is take this honey and--
Dorothy Ann: Tim, I don't think the bees want us to take their honey. They're plugging up the cells.
Phoebe: And look, this bee is mixing honey with that orange stuff and feeding it to the larvae. (Pause as the bee feeds a larvae.) You see, Tim? They do need the honey. They don't make it for us; they make it for themselves and their babies.
Keesha: And if we take it, they'd have to make more.
Wanda: Which would be okay, except that after tonight's frost, the flowers will be gone.
Tim: You're right, Wanda. No more flowers, no more nectar, no more honey!
Phoebe: And if we take their honey, these bees won't make it through the winter.
Ms. Frizzle: So as my great Aunt Beatrice used to say, "it behooves you to behave like the bees".
Tim: You mean make our own honey?
Ralphie: Why not? (A thought cloud forms and shows how the class plans to make honey.) We'll collect some delicious nectar.
Wanda: Upchuck it into a honeycomb.
Dorothy Ann: Stir it to help it thicken.
Carlos: And when it turns into honey, we're in bees-ness!
(The thought cloud shows Carlos and Tim loading the honey trailer before disappearing.)
Tim: All we need to do is find flowers. Can we do it in time?
Ms. Frizzle: We won't know until we try. Let's jive out of this hive!
(The class exits the hive and flies past the Bus and Liz as the former holds up a hammock that the latter is resting in.)
Wanda: There's some flowers over there. (They locate a small patch of flowers) Yahoo!
(The class starts sipping, but they get nothing.)
Ralphie: Hey, what's the deal? No nectar!
Wanda: The bees must have already sucked these flowers dry.
Ms. Frizzle: And a good thing too. Soon it'll be bye bye, flowers, until next spring.
Tim: We've got to find some flowers that still have nectar, and fast!
Wanda: Okay, let's split up. We can cover more ground.
Tim: Good idea.
(The class flies away from the nectarless flowers as Ms. Frizzle approaches Liz and the Bus)
Ms. Frizzle: Come on, Liz. We need all the help we can get. It's time to go bee-zerk! (Liz gives a thumbs-up and hops into the driver's seat. Once there, she presses a button that shrinks the Bus.) Nectar, ho!
(As the Bus follows Ms. Frizzle, Tim and Wanda, Dorothy Ann, Arnold and Keesha look for fresh flowers, but have no such luck. All they see is wilting flowers.)
Dorothy Ann: We're too late. These flowers have had it.
Keesha: Keep looking.
(Phoebe, Carlos and Ralphie come across daisies, but they're dry too.)
Phoebe: Aw, nuts! Not a drop of nectar left here either.
Ralphie: How do bees do this anyway?
Carlos: You'd think making the honey was the hard part, but finding the nectar to make it with is even harder!
Phoebe: Come on, let's look somewhere else!
(Phoebe, Carlos and Ralphie fly away to continue their search. Cut to the Bus, Ms. Frizzle, Tim and Wanda as they too are unsuccessful at finding nectar filled flowers.)
Wanda: There aren't any flowers anywhere! We need more time.
Ms. Frizzle: Unfortunately, Jack Frost waits for no one.
Tim: (sniffs) Wait. I smell something.
Wanda: Flowers! Fresh flowers.
Ms. Frizzle: You bet your beeper. Goldenrod if I'm not mistaken.
Tim: This way!
(The group flies towards a stone wall where on the other side lies a field of goldenrod flowers.)
Tim: Nectar city! Start gathering!
Wanda: I sure hope the others find this field.
Tim: This nectar is great.But we'll never be able to carry it back all on our own.
Wanda: We need help.
Tim: There's no time to lose. Ms. Frizzle, we've got to tell the others where the nectar is.
Ms. Frizzle: I think that could be arranged. (Whistles for Liz. She tells Liz to notify the other groups about what they found. The Bus then heads off to find the rest of the class.) That lizard's got a bee in her bonnet.
(Cut back to the rest of the class as they regroup after an unsuccessful search for nectar.)
Carlos: Did you find any nectar?
Keesha: Not one drop.
Ralphie: Same here.
(The Bus arrives. Using sign language, Liz tells everyone what was discovered.)
Ralphie: Is it just me, or is Liz trying to tell us something?
Carlos: I think she's found nectar.
Phoebe: Over there!
(Everyone follows the Bus back to the goldenrod field. Cut back to that field as Tim is still gathering nectar before stopping due to being too full.)
Tim: Whew! I'm full and there's still tons of nectar left.
Wanda: (stops sipping) Not for long. Help is on the way.
(The rest of the group arrives.)
Tim: Take up on nectar, guys, and head back to the hive. See you soon.
(The whole class gets to work gathering all the nectar they can hold. The Bus, due to its size, gathers the most nectar.)
Ms. Frizzle: Come on, Liz. We don't wanna fall bee-hind. (To the rest of the class) All set, everyone? (Everyone takes off) Here we go!
(The whole class heads back for the hive. During the journey back, the Bus suddenly starts sputtering and slowing down due to the weight of the nectar. Liz watches in shock as the Bus begins losing altitude. As the Bus makes its unexpected descent, it lands on the snout of a big black bear. The bear lets out a loud roar.)
Class: What was that?
Ns. Frizzle: I do believe it's an Ursus Americanus.
Wanda: A bear?
Tim: Step on it, Liz!
(Liz pulls a lever, making the Bus get off the bear's snout. The bear reaches out for the Bus, but it misses.)
Class: Yay, Liz!
Tim: Come on! The hive's not far now.
(The Bus continues on to the hive, with the bear following close behind. The class soon reaches the hive.)
Tim: This way.
(The class gets in, but the Bus gets stuck in the hive's small entrance.)
Ralphie: Come on, Bus. You can do it!
(The Bus gets through the hole and the class cheers. Liz pulls another lever, making the Bus put all the nectar into four honeycombs. Even Liz is upchucked through the proboscis.)
Tim: Are you alright, Liz? (Notices the small amount of nectar they collected) Hey, what happened to all our nectar? You mean all that work and we only filled a few honeycomb cells?
Ralphie: This honey making business is harder than it looks.
Tim: We've got to keep going back and forth until we've got enough. Come on.
(Just as they're about to exit the hive, the bear punches the hive entrance with his right paw before peering in. The class screams as the bear starts destroying the hive and stealing honey.)
Tim: He's wrecking the place!
(Fade to black as another commercial break starts. After that, fade to the bear as he pulls out a honeycomb cell.)
Keesha: Oh, bad. Oh, bad. Oh, bad, bad, bad!
(As the bear licks his honey coated paw, a swarm of angry bees comes out to scare him away. The bear growls, picks up the honeycomb and walks away from the hive. The bear then starts running with the bees still after him, likely intent on stinging him.)
Tim: The bees scared him away.
Phoebe: They made him run.
(Although the bear has been dealt with, everyone's troubles are far from over as the hive is in disarray.)
Tim: Man, what a disaster! All the honey is gone!
Phoebe: The bees won't have enough food to last through the winter.
Ralphie: They'll starve!
Tim: And it's all our fault! It was because of us that the bear found the hive.
Wanda: Wait. We can help them. We know where there's lots of delicious nectar. Remember?
Tim: Yeah, but how do we tell them?
Ms. Frizzle: Beauty of a question, Tim. How would you communicate with a bee? Sting it a song? Press a buzzer? Drop it a beeline?
Tim: Well, I'm not sure. Since they don't understand words, maybe we could use some kind of sign language.
Ms. Frizzle: Let's take chances, make mistakes, get bussssy!
(The whole group re-enters the hive as Tim speaks to the bees.)
Tim: Hey, guys! I've got something for you! Delicious nectar! Yum yum! This way!
Phoebe: They don't get it, Tim.
Tim: Come on, bees. Listen up! This is vital information! (Uses sign language) Flowers, lots of them, big meadow, far away. (The bees do not respond. Tim turns in place in frustration.) How am I ever gonna make them understand?
Phoebe: Wait, Tim. You've got their attention.
Ralphie: It's like they're waiting for you to do something.
Tim: Yeah, but what?
Dorothy Ann: Too bad I don't have a book on bee communication.
Ms. Frizzle: But I do. (She whistles and the Bus approaches.) Toss me my Busby Bubble's Bee Dances for Beginners, Liz!
Wanda: Dances? You mean bees communicate by dancing?
(Liz gives the Friz the book)
Ms. Frizzle: You better bee-lieve it!
(Ms. Frizzle pulls out a page and lays it in the floor.)
Tim: I hope this works. Let's see. To tell the bees they have to fly a long way, I have to....(Tim follows the red shoe prints on the page in a figure eight) And to tell them which way to fly, it looks like I'm supposed to...(as he continues dancing, more bees start to notice and participate)
Keesha: It's working! The bees are catching on!
Carlos: They're really bee-bopping!
Class: Carlos!
Ms. Frizzle: It's the bees' knees alright.
Wanda: Let me try, Tim.
(As Wanda joins in on the fun, all the bees continue watching. Soon, some of them leave.)
Carlos: I think they've got it!
(Ms. Frizzle and the Bus are shown dancing together.)
Ms. Frizzle: Why, Bus, I had no idea you were so graceful. Do you dip? (Chuckles)
Phoebe: Do you think they understand?
Wanda: Let's hope so. If they don't find those flowers before the frost, they're gonna be goners.
(Every bee in the hive leaves.)
Tim: They're going! They got the message!
Phoebe: Oh, I hope we gave them the right directions.
Tim: There's only one way to find out for sure.
(The class is among the last bees out of the hive. Sure enough, just as they hoped, all the bees find the goldenrod flowers.)
Tim: It worked! We danced the directions to the bees and they got it.
Ralphie: They got it alright. Look at 'em go!
(The class assists the bees in bringing back the nectar.)
Arnold: Yeah, but will they be able to get enough nectar? We sure didn't.
Dorothy Ann: There were only ten of us, Arnold. There's thousands of bees working out here.
Tim: You can't beat it, Arn. All it takes to bring in the harvest of nectar just in time is a little bee dance and a lot of bees.
(Once having gathered some nectar, some of the bees fly back to the hive. Fade back to the hive as all the bees fly back and forth collecting nectar and turning it into honey.)
Keesha: And a lot of bees means a lot of nectar which means a lot of honey.
(Fade to inside the hive.)
Wanda: We did it!
Carlos: We helped save the hive!
Class: Yay!
Ralphie: Come on, let's help 'em dry out the nectar.
Wanda: Go, (3x) guys! Beat those wings!
Arnold: I'll tell you this. For someone who was afraid of bees, I've sure become a fan.
Class: Arnold! (Giggles)
Tim: Well, it looks like the bees are gonna be able to make enough honey to last through the winter.
Wanda: But what about the honey to finish up your Grandpa's deliveries?
Tim: Well, I don't know. Even if we could collect enough nectar, how could we possibly turn it into honey and get it home in time?
Ms. Frizzle: One hive, two hive, bee hive!
(The Bus transforms again. This time into a giant beehive.)
Ms. Frizzle: Any questions, class?
Tim: Alright: find those flowers!
(All the rest of that day, the class goes back and forth collecting nectar, bringing it back to the Bus-hive and turning it into honey. Eventually, by mid-afternoon, after collecting enough nectar, the whole class returns to the Bus and are returned back to normal. They all run to the back of the Bus where Liz turns on a spigot and fills a jar)
Tim: And what do we have?
Class: Honey, honey, and more honey! Yahoo!
(Fade to later that afternoon as the class helps Tim finish his deliveries. Soon they reach their final stop. Tim steps out to bring a jar to the last customer.)
Tim: Here's your last honey home delivery of the season, Mr. Drone.
(Mr. Drone opens the jar to taste the honey)
Mr. Drone: Oh, my. Mmm, oh, my (2x)! Tim, your Grandfather's honey is always tops, but this year's batch is the best yet. Give my regards to the bees.
Tim: I will. See you next spring. (Gets back on the Bus) He liked it! He really liked it!
Ms. Frizzle: A honey of a job, Tim. And as I always say, nothing like honey to take the sting out of winter.
(The Bus starts up and heads off to bring all the students home as a bee flies by.)
Producer Says
(The segment opens on a bee farm as the Producer is shown in a beekeeper outfit. Soon the telephone rings and Liz brings it to him.)
Producer: Thanks, Liz. (Presses speaker) Magic School Bus. Producer speaking. What's the buzz?
Caller: I just saw your show on bees, and what I wanna know is could honeybees really gather enough nectar in one day to make enough honey to get them through the whole winter?
(During the following dialogue, Liz uses a straw to sip nectar from a daisy like a bee.)
Producer: We stretched the truth here, but given enough nectar rich flowers, a strong hive can make enough honey for the winter in a week or two.
(Liz then sticks her tongue out at a bee.)
Caller: And what do beekeepers like Tim's Grandpa do? I thought honey came from the wild.
Producer: Actually, almost all of the honey we buy from the store comes from bee farms. And beekeepers are the people who harvest them. Man-made hives are much bigger and have a lot more bees than wild hives, so they make and store a lot more honey than wild bees do. And as long as the hive makes more honey than it needs, the beekeeper can sell the extra honey without hurting the hive.
(During this, Liz takes a honeycomb over to a table. Then she stands beside a toaster waiting for it to finish.)
Caller: (sighs) I don't feel so bad then, 'cause I love a little honey on my toast for breakfast.
(After putting the toast on a plate, she pokes through the honeycomb, making honey ooze down onto the toast.)
Producer: Just so you know, it would take one bee about a hundred trips from the flowers to the hive to make enough honey for just one piece of toast.
Caller: That's amazing.
Caller: But with ten thousand bees working together, it goes pretty fast.
Caller: That makes sense. But I have to admit I found that dancing stuff pretty unbelievable. Do bees really dance to tell each other where to find nectar.
(The Producer turns on a TV showing Tim dancing)
Producer: Un-bee-lievable but true. Actually, bees communicate even more information than we showed, and we still don't know everything they can tell each other with their dances.
Caller: Just one more thing. I've never heard so many bad bee jokes before.
Producer: Thank you very much.
Caller: Wanna hear another?
Producer: Uh, sure. Why not?
Caller: What do you get when you cross a seagull with a bee?
Producer: What?
Caller: A bee-gull.
(Both laugh)
Producer: Hey, thanks for calling the Magic School Bus.
(As the Producer hangs up, Liz lifts her face mask and takes a bite out of her honey covered toast before winking as we iris out.)