Post by inky on Feb 23, 2015 3:56:21 GMT
:::ONCE UPON A TIME:::
SPACE BEES
EPISODE 1
THE MOVIE (so basically the Space Bee Movie)
THE FANFIC
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Captain’s log, star date: Bees?
Once upon a time, there was a colony of space bees, plagued by an evil virus that only affected space bees. They had really bad immune systems. Their white blood cells and helper t-cells were like dead as hell.
The disease was called “Alexandria’s genesis.”
The bees were searching everywhere for a cure. The Queen Space Bee, named Queenie Honey Jupiter, looked near and far, all throughout the space place.
She got up onto her Queen Space Bee Pedestal and created the Queen Space Bee Decree of Star Date: Bees. It said that all of the space bees should look for the cure to this disease or something.
“Hello, Space Bee ladies and Space Bee gentlebees” She said on the Space Bee Space Shuttle Intercom
“can you BEElieve this happened”
“No.” The space bees replied.
“Okay.” She hung up.
It was time for the Queen to get her weekly Space Jam. No, not the movie. The actual jam. From space. With space fruit. And she had to get it injected or something. She couldn’t remember because she was high on space nectar. She walked across the corridors of the HMS Space Bee Honeycomb: The Starship, and went down towards the Bee Masseuse, who would gently massage the Space Jam into her delicate queenly bee carapace.
“Hello there, m’lady~,” The masseuse greeted her seductively~.
“Hello, Esteban ;-)” She cooed, completely platonically.
“Hi~.”
“Greetings.”
“Hey~.”
“Salutations.”
“sup~”
“sup”
“Sup~.”
“sup”
The conversation continued like this for a few more minutes, until their traditional ceremony of bee greetings, aka “beetings” was complete.
“Okay, so now that we have the particulars done~,” Estebee began, “Let’s… JAM.”
“I look forward to it ;-)”
Esteban opened the smooth glass jar containing the space jam. It was labelled “space jam” in bright red letters.
He took the jam in his bee hands (all six of them) and began to sensually caress the queen in a totally platonic way.
“Ooh, Esteban” The Queen sighed platonically.
“Ooh, Queen” Esteban sighed planktonically.
They continued their platonic bee “ooh” ritual as the last of the space jam soaked into the Queen’s royal thorax.
“Again next week?” Esteban asked.
“Now I’m ready… to JAM” the Queen said.
As the Queen beegan to walk back to her royal throneroom, a worker bee with red stripes instead of yellow came up to her.
“Your majestBEE!!!”
“Yes, generic worker bee?” she asked magnanimously.
“I’m sorry to inform you that… our communications have been Jammed!!!”
“Oh no!!!” The queen shouted. She also pulled out her gun and shot the worker bee beecause it was bad news and that bee was a red stripe.
“OH NOOOOOOOOOOO” the space bee yelled in space bee pain. Then ded. rip in peace :’-(
After the space bee-funeral, a huge WTF BOOOOOM sound was heard.
“What happen?” the Queen said
“Somebody set up us… the BOMB.” the Bee Captain said in a serious tone.
“We get… signal?” A flash was heard from main screen as it turn on.
WASP: “HOW ARE YOU GENTLEBEES”
WASP: “ALL YOUR GRAMMAR ARE BEELONG TO US”
Queen: “what you say.”
WASP: “YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO JAM MAKE YOUR TIME”
WASP: “HA HA HA HA”
“Take off every jam. Move slam. You know what you doing” said various members of the crew.
“Okay” the Queen announced. “This announcement is of serious. They’ve been takening… OUR GRAMMAR”
“NOOOOOOPES” the crowd screamed.
“Yeah... you’re seeing what i’m meanting. This is negative nope goodening.”
“But Majesbee of you… what’s can we done?”
“I’m apololgies… I am not knowing yet”
This was horribee! This other team stole their valuable bee grammar? This would have to end immBEEdiately. Luckily, the Queen just got an idea.
SPACE BEES
EPISODE 1
THE MOVIE (so basically the Space Bee Movie)
THE FANFIC
<TITLE>
Captain’s log, star date: Bees?
Once upon a time, there was a colony of space bees, plagued by an evil virus that only affected space bees. They had really bad immune systems. Their white blood cells and helper t-cells were like dead as hell.
The disease was called “Alexandria’s genesis.”
The bees were searching everywhere for a cure. The Queen Space Bee, named Queenie Honey Jupiter, looked near and far, all throughout the space place.
She got up onto her Queen Space Bee Pedestal and created the Queen Space Bee Decree of Star Date: Bees. It said that all of the space bees should look for the cure to this disease or something.
“Hello, Space Bee ladies and Space Bee gentlebees” She said on the Space Bee Space Shuttle Intercom
“can you BEElieve this happened”
“No.” The space bees replied.
“Okay.” She hung up.
It was time for the Queen to get her weekly Space Jam. No, not the movie. The actual jam. From space. With space fruit. And she had to get it injected or something. She couldn’t remember because she was high on space nectar. She walked across the corridors of the HMS Space Bee Honeycomb: The Starship, and went down towards the Bee Masseuse, who would gently massage the Space Jam into her delicate queenly bee carapace.
“Hello there, m’lady~,” The masseuse greeted her seductively~.
“Hello, Esteban ;-)” She cooed, completely platonically.
“Hi~.”
“Greetings.”
“Hey~.”
“Salutations.”
“sup~”
“sup”
“Sup~.”
“sup”
The conversation continued like this for a few more minutes, until their traditional ceremony of bee greetings, aka “beetings” was complete.
“Okay, so now that we have the particulars done~,” Estebee began, “Let’s… JAM.”
“I look forward to it ;-)”
Esteban opened the smooth glass jar containing the space jam. It was labelled “space jam” in bright red letters.
He took the jam in his bee hands (all six of them) and began to sensually caress the queen in a totally platonic way.
“Ooh, Esteban” The Queen sighed platonically.
“Ooh, Queen” Esteban sighed planktonically.
They continued their platonic bee “ooh” ritual as the last of the space jam soaked into the Queen’s royal thorax.
“Again next week?” Esteban asked.
“Now I’m ready… to JAM” the Queen said.
As the Queen beegan to walk back to her royal throneroom, a worker bee with red stripes instead of yellow came up to her.
“Your majestBEE!!!”
“Yes, generic worker bee?” she asked magnanimously.
“I’m sorry to inform you that… our communications have been Jammed!!!”
“Oh no!!!” The queen shouted. She also pulled out her gun and shot the worker bee beecause it was bad news and that bee was a red stripe.
“OH NOOOOOOOOOOO” the space bee yelled in space bee pain. Then ded. rip in peace :’-(
After the space bee-funeral, a huge WTF BOOOOOM sound was heard.
“What happen?” the Queen said
“Somebody set up us… the BOMB.” the Bee Captain said in a serious tone.
“We get… signal?” A flash was heard from main screen as it turn on.
WASP: “HOW ARE YOU GENTLEBEES”
WASP: “ALL YOUR GRAMMAR ARE BEELONG TO US”
Queen: “what you say.”
WASP: “YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO JAM MAKE YOUR TIME”
WASP: “HA HA HA HA”
“Take off every jam. Move slam. You know what you doing” said various members of the crew.
“Okay” the Queen announced. “This announcement is of serious. They’ve been takening… OUR GRAMMAR”
“NOOOOOOPES” the crowd screamed.
“Yeah... you’re seeing what i’m meanting. This is negative nope goodening.”
“But Majesbee of you… what’s can we done?”
“I’m apololgies… I am not knowing yet”
This was horribee! This other team stole their valuable bee grammar? This would have to end immBEEdiately. Luckily, the Queen just got an idea.