Real food

Buzz had just hit the mother load. There was a lot of nectar, a lot of flowers and few bees. He got a load of nectar and flew it back to the hive.

His friends at the hive loved to have fun. Most bees work themselves so hard that they die, but these like to play more than anything. At this time the hive was all abuzz because there was a party going on. There was splishing and a splashing, moving and a grooving. All this celebration - even though the nectar supply was running really low.

When Buzz got to the hive, he quickly flew in and started the butt waggle dance. That is supposed to tell the others where the food is, how good it is and how far away it is. He started passing out samples, but no one accepted it. They all wanted to drink Pepsi instead. He was in the middle of a huge group of bees. He was getting pushed from every direction while his mouth was full of nectar. Bee after bee hit him back and forth while they danced. Soon the nectar was forced from his cheeks. No one would listen no matter how hard he tried.

After he had passed out all the samples and had done the butt waggle dance, all the bees left. Maybe some of the bees went to get nectar, but most just went to play tag.