The Mask (1995–1997): Season 2, Episode 19 - To Bee or Not to Bee - full transcript
[yelling]
♪ I got ya with
my winning smile ♪
♪ I'm a living lesson
in flair and style ♪
♪ You just can't help but
stare at my savoir-faire ♪
♪ I'm Nouveau, Deco,
Roman-Greco ♪
♪ Rococo, Barroco ♪
♪ Be-bop, hip-hop, flip-flop ♪
Somebody stop me!
♪ Pretty viridian
faces like mine ♪
Don't come a dime a dozen,
I stand out of the crowd!
♪ Babe, when they made me
Yeah, they broke the mold! ♪
Wholesome and kind,
staid and refined.
Totally out of my mind!
♪ Arch-villains
and ne'er-do-wells ♪
♪ Had better learn to
decorate prison cells ♪
Green goes with anything
if they ask, see?
♪ Well, there's one last thing
I gotta sing about ♪
Open up wide and really shout!
Whoa, look out!
♪ This is the Mask! ♪♪
Smokin'!
Those fools at the university
shall soon see that I,
Buzz Stingman,
am the greatest beekeeper
in the world.
Kick me out of my laboratory,
will they?
Call my experiments bizarre,
and dangerous?
Let them eat beeswax!
Once they see how my formula
makes bees more controllable,
quadrupling their honey output,
they'll be begging
to have me back!
[buzzing]
Wait. This isn't supposed to...
Stop!
[screaming]
Oh, keep away.
Keep away!
[straining]
[shouting]
[agonized screaming]
Wings?
I've got wings?
I feel so powerful.
Omnipotent.
I am the Stinger.
Bees, come to me.
Bank left.
Right.
Hear me.
I am now the king bee
around this hive.
I am ruler of...
[pants] Ruler...
Oh, oh.
I feel so lightheaded.
I must have food.
[stammering] I crave...
...honey?
Yes. Honey!
[slurping]
Oh, that's better.
But it's still not enough.
I'll soon need more.
More honey.
[video game sounds]
You've seen the rest,
but tonight you saw the best.
Keep practicing, boys.
Now, let me see.
What's the best way
to top off a slam-bam
evening of video pinball?
A good night's sleep,
or hassling Kellaway?
Hmm. Heads I snooze,
tails I hassle.
Hmm. Neither.
Which can mean
only one thing.
Time to rustle me up
some more Honey Chews.
[sniffing]
Ooh, baby!
That Honey Chews aroma.
I can almost taste them.
One side, coming through.
Gotta get me some.
[gasping]
[screams]
The horror!
There's only one
Honey Chews left?
Gimme that! It's mine!
I saw it first.
[screaming]
[gobbling]
Oh, yes. So good.
Hey, little buddy bee boy.
I got a beef with you.
There's no time
to waste on him.
I need more honey.
[shouting]
[yipping]
Ooh, must stop candy thief.
That, Doyle, is a shoplifting
Mask if I've ever seen one.
Let's nail his green hide.
[Doyle] Gee, Lieutenant,
it doesn't look like
he's carrying anything.
Maybe he's just out for a jog.
Yeah, right.
And I'm a ballerina
wearing a polka-dot tutu.
[gasps]
Oh.
Kellaway.
[dinging]
Aren't you gonna stop at that
train crossing, Lieutenant?
It's just another one of the
Mask's sick tricks, Doyle.
[laughing]
There aren't any trains
around here for miles.
- [horn blowing]
- No!
[shouting]
[Kellaway] Not one word,
Doyle, you hear me?
Not one word.
So long, boys.
Don't forget to write.
Now, back to the trail
of the Honey Chews thief.
Hello.
What have we here? Hmm.
I better keep an eye out
for more clues.
Keep an eye out. Get it?
[crickets chirping]
[buzzing]
[yelling]
Storm the gates, my drones.
Buzz onward!
Take no prisoners.
[yelling]
[guard] Hey! No!
Ooh, let me go. Please!
[chuckling]
You heard the man.
[screaming]
Now, buzz me inside.
Oh, honey.
Liquid gold.
Sweet nectar of my dreams.
Mounds and mounds
of Honey Chews.
And they're all mine.
[laughing maniacally]
[gobbling]
More, more!
I crave more!
No! Say it ain't so.
All the honey.
All the candy!
Gone.
♪ Yeah, I'm so blue ♪
♪ Well, I said,
I'm so blue ♪
♪ 'Cause I miss my honey
Well, I miss my Honey Chew ♪♪
[buzzing]
You are proving to be
a colossal nuisance!
Well, thanks for noticing.
It's kind of my shtick.
So, senor, you want
to play rough, eh?
Prepare to be skewered.
[grunting]
[panting]
Whew.
[laughing]
Ha-ha! You missed me.
[shouting]
[thudding]
[Stinger]
Come, my little drones.
He has suffered the bitter
sting of defeat.
[slurping]
[gulps] Mmm.
An excellent vintage.
[groans] Must find
a new source of honey.
My hunger knows no bounds.
Hey, where you going,
bee boy?
[growling]
[sniffing]
Hmm. This was just
getting to be fun.
[growling]
[high-pitched screaming]
[roaring]
A big, old,
cuddly teddy bear.
I bet he smells the honey
that's all over my body.
[grunts]
I'm a human Honey Chew.
[puzzled grunt]
Hold it right there.
You know, it's terribly gauche
to wear fur these days.
It simply must go.
[softly growls]
[whimpering]
Hey, hey, hey.
Dumber than the average bear.
Yes, this new super enzyme
should do the trick,
by putting a little extra
zing in their sting.
It'll give my bees
the power they need
to help feed
my insatiable hunger.
Come to me, my lovelies.
Now go, my little drones,
and carry out
my master plan.
[laughing]
[yawning]
Off to another exciting
day at work, Milo.
- You be a good boy, now.
- [grumbling]
[exclaims]
I didn't see you there,
Mrs. Peenman.
[chuckles]
Good morning.
Honey.
[gasps] Mrs. Peenman.
Really. Go.
Honey!
[struggling]
We don't have that kind
of relationship.
Honey.
That was... weird.
Honey.
And getting weirder
by the second.
[buzzing]
[grunts]
[Stanley sighing]
Is this an unbelievably
slow day, or what?
Zoom.
Oh, I love the smell
of money in the morning.
Really gets the old juices...
[shouting]
Man, I know what
you mean, Charlie.
This boredom is driving
me nuts, too.
Honey.
[shouts]
Oh, not you, too!
What is with everybody today?
I tell you this, Doyle,
I'm gonna nail that green freak
if it takes me
the rest of my life.
And may that be a good
long time, sir.
[shouts]
[tires screeching]
What does he think
he's doing?
I won't tolerate jaywalkers,
Doyle, no exceptions.
I'm gonna throw
the book at him.
Hey, pal, what do you
think you're...
- [buzzing]
- [shouting]
Hold it right there.
Um, I'm gonna have to ticket you
for jaywalking too, Lieutenant.
'Cause, you know,
it's like you said,
no exceptions...
[shouts]
Honey.
Honey.
Honey. Honey.
Honey.
[crowd] Honey.
Honey.
Honey.
[Stanley sighing]
Talk about a wasted day.
Wonder who rolled up
the sidewalks around here.
Huh. I don't think I've
ever seen it so dead.
Get away from me!
[screaming]
Honey.
Honey.
Wait a minute.
I see what's happening.
It's the bees!
[screaming]
[panting]
[Milo barking]
Bees, Milo.
They're everywhere!
[gasping]
[shouting]
[banging]
[cracking]
[whimpering]
Hey.
You boys sound like
you're hungry.
How 'bout a little of this?
Grandpa Mask's Five Alarm
Chili Peppers.
They make you holler,
make you shout.
They burn going in
and they burn coming out.
No, huh? Well, then,
more for me.
Whoo, mama!
That's good eating!
Smokin'!
I need more, drones.
I need this hive
fully functional
by the end of the day.
I crave more honey!
And the bizarre
events continue.
Not only has much of Edge
City's populace disappeared,
but now, both the Edge City
Car Wax Company
and the Edge City Candleworks
have been ransacked.
Stolen wax, eh?
The plot thickens.
And so does my accent, ja?
Let's just see where this
waxy build-up leads, ja?
[whistles]
Looks like somebody's
been a busy little bee.
[buzzing]
You stuck your nose
in my honey pot
one too many times.
Deep six him!
I don't like
the sound of that.
[shouts]
[laughing] I'd ask you
not to stick around,
but I'm afraid you must.
[struggling]
I'm getting a real
sinking feeling here.
[gurgling]
[bubbling]
[slurping]
Ah.
[burps]
We're talking good
to the last drop.
My dear drones,
how truly fortunate I am,
how honored,
that you're building
the world's largest honeycomb
just for me.
Now I shall be able
to manufacture
all the honey I need
to keep my hunger satiated.
And if I need to enslave
all of humanity to do it,
well, tough tamales.
Oh, honey, I'm home.
Caramba!
Where did you get
all this stuff?
Swat team. Take him out!
Turn him into a drone.
To be or not to be a bee.
That is the question.
The answer,
not to be a bee.
For to be is to do,
and to do is to be.
On the other hand,
as we say in Hoboken, baby...
♪ Doobie doobie doo ♪
Drones, stop him!
[indistinct grunting]
Now here's
a festive-looking group.
[grunting]
[Mask] Ow, ooh, stop!
Hey, ow, ow!
I'm not that kind of Mask.
Hey, watch that, fresh!
Ow, ooh!
Ooh, you got me that time.
Hey, good one, ah!
A little wax attack
ought to wipe that smirk
off his face.
[creaking]
[scoffs] You call that wax?
Now this is wax!
[shouting]
Hey, mister.
This rollercoaster
have a lot of dips?
[grunting]
Speaking of dips,
thou art the dippiest.
I'll get you.
Hey, man.
I heard they were like,
having a bee-in around here.
[gasps]
[both shouting]
So hungry.
Need more honey.
Finish the interloper.
[gasping]
I stand to the battle
with Sir Buzz-A-Lot's
bountiful brigade
of buzzing busybodies.
Hey, what are you doing?
No fair, this suit
of armor only seats one.
[grunting]
Now you boys are gonna
stay locked in your room
till you can learn
to bee-have.
[slurping]
[burps]
And as for you,
ain't you got no manners?
Cover your mouth
when you... [burps]
You need to be severely
disciplined, young feller.
And I am just the fellow
to do it.
Yeah, your problem's
right here in the posterior
clogging up
the whole works here.
What are you...
- [gasping]
- [ratcheting]
[air expelling]
What is happening to me?
[groaning]
[all grunting]
[indistinct chatter]
I don't know
what happened here,
but odds are,
you're behind it.
Step right up, Kellaway.
I got a croquet mallet
with your name on it.
[screaming]
My tooth!
- [drill whirring]
- [woman] I warned you,
Mr. Mask.
Maybe now you'll stop
eating all those sweets.
Hey. Sonny.
Hmm?
Know where I can get some
[whistling] soup
and soft-boiled eggs?
[screaming]
Psych!
Somebody stop me!
[laughs]
♪ I got ya with
my winning smile ♪
♪ I'm a living lesson
in flair and style ♪
♪ You just can't help but
stare at my savoir-faire ♪
♪ I'm Nouveau, Deco,
Roman-Greco ♪
♪ Rococo, Barroco ♪
♪ Be-bop, hip-hop, flip-flop ♪
Somebody stop me!
♪ Pretty viridian
faces like mine ♪
Don't come a dime a dozen,
I stand out of the crowd!
♪ Babe, when they made me
Yeah, they broke the mold! ♪
Wholesome and kind,
staid and refined.
Totally out of my mind!
♪ Arch-villains
and ne'er-do-wells ♪
♪ Had better learn to
decorate prison cells ♪
Green goes with anything
if they ask, see?
♪ Well, there's one last thing
I gotta sing about ♪
Open up wide and really shout!
Whoa, look out!
♪ This is the Mask! ♪♪
Smokin'!
Those fools at the university
shall soon see that I,
Buzz Stingman,
am the greatest beekeeper
in the world.
Kick me out of my laboratory,
will they?
Call my experiments bizarre,
and dangerous?
Let them eat beeswax!
Once they see how my formula
makes bees more controllable,
quadrupling their honey output,
they'll be begging
to have me back!
[buzzing]
Wait. This isn't supposed to...
Stop!
[screaming]
Oh, keep away.
Keep away!
[straining]
[shouting]
[agonized screaming]
Wings?
I've got wings?
I feel so powerful.
Omnipotent.
I am the Stinger.
Bees, come to me.
Bank left.
Right.
Hear me.
I am now the king bee
around this hive.
I am ruler of...
[pants] Ruler...
Oh, oh.
I feel so lightheaded.
I must have food.
[stammering] I crave...
...honey?
Yes. Honey!
[slurping]
Oh, that's better.
But it's still not enough.
I'll soon need more.
More honey.
[video game sounds]
You've seen the rest,
but tonight you saw the best.
Keep practicing, boys.
Now, let me see.
What's the best way
to top off a slam-bam
evening of video pinball?
A good night's sleep,
or hassling Kellaway?
Hmm. Heads I snooze,
tails I hassle.
Hmm. Neither.
Which can mean
only one thing.
Time to rustle me up
some more Honey Chews.
[sniffing]
Ooh, baby!
That Honey Chews aroma.
I can almost taste them.
One side, coming through.
Gotta get me some.
[gasping]
[screams]
The horror!
There's only one
Honey Chews left?
Gimme that! It's mine!
I saw it first.
[screaming]
[gobbling]
Oh, yes. So good.
Hey, little buddy bee boy.
I got a beef with you.
There's no time
to waste on him.
I need more honey.
[shouting]
[yipping]
Ooh, must stop candy thief.
That, Doyle, is a shoplifting
Mask if I've ever seen one.
Let's nail his green hide.
[Doyle] Gee, Lieutenant,
it doesn't look like
he's carrying anything.
Maybe he's just out for a jog.
Yeah, right.
And I'm a ballerina
wearing a polka-dot tutu.
[gasps]
Oh.
Kellaway.
[dinging]
Aren't you gonna stop at that
train crossing, Lieutenant?
It's just another one of the
Mask's sick tricks, Doyle.
[laughing]
There aren't any trains
around here for miles.
- [horn blowing]
- No!
[shouting]
[Kellaway] Not one word,
Doyle, you hear me?
Not one word.
So long, boys.
Don't forget to write.
Now, back to the trail
of the Honey Chews thief.
Hello.
What have we here? Hmm.
I better keep an eye out
for more clues.
Keep an eye out. Get it?
[crickets chirping]
[buzzing]
[yelling]
Storm the gates, my drones.
Buzz onward!
Take no prisoners.
[yelling]
[guard] Hey! No!
Ooh, let me go. Please!
[chuckling]
You heard the man.
[screaming]
Now, buzz me inside.
Oh, honey.
Liquid gold.
Sweet nectar of my dreams.
Mounds and mounds
of Honey Chews.
And they're all mine.
[laughing maniacally]
[gobbling]
More, more!
I crave more!
No! Say it ain't so.
All the honey.
All the candy!
Gone.
♪ Yeah, I'm so blue ♪
♪ Well, I said,
I'm so blue ♪
♪ 'Cause I miss my honey
Well, I miss my Honey Chew ♪♪
[buzzing]
You are proving to be
a colossal nuisance!
Well, thanks for noticing.
It's kind of my shtick.
So, senor, you want
to play rough, eh?
Prepare to be skewered.
[grunting]
[panting]
Whew.
[laughing]
Ha-ha! You missed me.
[shouting]
[thudding]
[Stinger]
Come, my little drones.
He has suffered the bitter
sting of defeat.
[slurping]
[gulps] Mmm.
An excellent vintage.
[groans] Must find
a new source of honey.
My hunger knows no bounds.
Hey, where you going,
bee boy?
[growling]
[sniffing]
Hmm. This was just
getting to be fun.
[growling]
[high-pitched screaming]
[roaring]
A big, old,
cuddly teddy bear.
I bet he smells the honey
that's all over my body.
[grunts]
I'm a human Honey Chew.
[puzzled grunt]
Hold it right there.
You know, it's terribly gauche
to wear fur these days.
It simply must go.
[softly growls]
[whimpering]
Hey, hey, hey.
Dumber than the average bear.
Yes, this new super enzyme
should do the trick,
by putting a little extra
zing in their sting.
It'll give my bees
the power they need
to help feed
my insatiable hunger.
Come to me, my lovelies.
Now go, my little drones,
and carry out
my master plan.
[laughing]
[yawning]
Off to another exciting
day at work, Milo.
- You be a good boy, now.
- [grumbling]
[exclaims]
I didn't see you there,
Mrs. Peenman.
[chuckles]
Good morning.
Honey.
[gasps] Mrs. Peenman.
Really. Go.
Honey!
[struggling]
We don't have that kind
of relationship.
Honey.
That was... weird.
Honey.
And getting weirder
by the second.
[buzzing]
[grunts]
[Stanley sighing]
Is this an unbelievably
slow day, or what?
Zoom.
Oh, I love the smell
of money in the morning.
Really gets the old juices...
[shouting]
Man, I know what
you mean, Charlie.
This boredom is driving
me nuts, too.
Honey.
[shouts]
Oh, not you, too!
What is with everybody today?
I tell you this, Doyle,
I'm gonna nail that green freak
if it takes me
the rest of my life.
And may that be a good
long time, sir.
[shouts]
[tires screeching]
What does he think
he's doing?
I won't tolerate jaywalkers,
Doyle, no exceptions.
I'm gonna throw
the book at him.
Hey, pal, what do you
think you're...
- [buzzing]
- [shouting]
Hold it right there.
Um, I'm gonna have to ticket you
for jaywalking too, Lieutenant.
'Cause, you know,
it's like you said,
no exceptions...
[shouts]
Honey.
Honey.
Honey. Honey.
Honey.
[crowd] Honey.
Honey.
Honey.
[Stanley sighing]
Talk about a wasted day.
Wonder who rolled up
the sidewalks around here.
Huh. I don't think I've
ever seen it so dead.
Get away from me!
[screaming]
Honey.
Honey.
Wait a minute.
I see what's happening.
It's the bees!
[screaming]
[panting]
[Milo barking]
Bees, Milo.
They're everywhere!
[gasping]
[shouting]
[banging]
[cracking]
[whimpering]
Hey.
You boys sound like
you're hungry.
How 'bout a little of this?
Grandpa Mask's Five Alarm
Chili Peppers.
They make you holler,
make you shout.
They burn going in
and they burn coming out.
No, huh? Well, then,
more for me.
Whoo, mama!
That's good eating!
Smokin'!
I need more, drones.
I need this hive
fully functional
by the end of the day.
I crave more honey!
And the bizarre
events continue.
Not only has much of Edge
City's populace disappeared,
but now, both the Edge City
Car Wax Company
and the Edge City Candleworks
have been ransacked.
Stolen wax, eh?
The plot thickens.
And so does my accent, ja?
Let's just see where this
waxy build-up leads, ja?
[whistles]
Looks like somebody's
been a busy little bee.
[buzzing]
You stuck your nose
in my honey pot
one too many times.
Deep six him!
I don't like
the sound of that.
[shouts]
[laughing] I'd ask you
not to stick around,
but I'm afraid you must.
[struggling]
I'm getting a real
sinking feeling here.
[gurgling]
[bubbling]
[slurping]
Ah.
[burps]
We're talking good
to the last drop.
My dear drones,
how truly fortunate I am,
how honored,
that you're building
the world's largest honeycomb
just for me.
Now I shall be able
to manufacture
all the honey I need
to keep my hunger satiated.
And if I need to enslave
all of humanity to do it,
well, tough tamales.
Oh, honey, I'm home.
Caramba!
Where did you get
all this stuff?
Swat team. Take him out!
Turn him into a drone.
To be or not to be a bee.
That is the question.
The answer,
not to be a bee.
For to be is to do,
and to do is to be.
On the other hand,
as we say in Hoboken, baby...
♪ Doobie doobie doo ♪
Drones, stop him!
[indistinct grunting]
Now here's
a festive-looking group.
[grunting]
[Mask] Ow, ooh, stop!
Hey, ow, ow!
I'm not that kind of Mask.
Hey, watch that, fresh!
Ow, ooh!
Ooh, you got me that time.
Hey, good one, ah!
A little wax attack
ought to wipe that smirk
off his face.
[creaking]
[scoffs] You call that wax?
Now this is wax!
[shouting]
Hey, mister.
This rollercoaster
have a lot of dips?
[grunting]
Speaking of dips,
thou art the dippiest.
I'll get you.
Hey, man.
I heard they were like,
having a bee-in around here.
[gasps]
[both shouting]
So hungry.
Need more honey.
Finish the interloper.
[gasping]
I stand to the battle
with Sir Buzz-A-Lot's
bountiful brigade
of buzzing busybodies.
Hey, what are you doing?
No fair, this suit
of armor only seats one.
[grunting]
Now you boys are gonna
stay locked in your room
till you can learn
to bee-have.
[slurping]
[burps]
And as for you,
ain't you got no manners?
Cover your mouth
when you... [burps]
You need to be severely
disciplined, young feller.
And I am just the fellow
to do it.
Yeah, your problem's
right here in the posterior
clogging up
the whole works here.
What are you...
- [gasping]
- [ratcheting]
[air expelling]
What is happening to me?
[groaning]
[all grunting]
[indistinct chatter]
I don't know
what happened here,
but odds are,
you're behind it.
Step right up, Kellaway.
I got a croquet mallet
with your name on it.
[screaming]
My tooth!
- [drill whirring]
- [woman] I warned you,
Mr. Mask.
Maybe now you'll stop
eating all those sweets.
Hey. Sonny.
Hmm?
Know where I can get some
[whistling] soup
and soft-boiled eggs?
[screaming]
Psych!
Somebody stop me!
[laughs]