Jet Pack Adventure (Bedtime Story)

We take Mr. Honeybee’s latest invention—jetpacks—for a spin, soaring above the neighborhood with Harold flying alongside us! From loop-de-loops to high-flying adventures, we test out the powerful wing-engines and even deliver cookies around the Honeybee Neighborhood mid-flight. As we glide alongside a friendly eagle, the sky becomes our playground, thanks to Mr. Honeybee's ingenious creation! - Love, Mrs. Honeybee

Featuring: Mr. Honeybee, Melodybee, Roger Robot, and Harold

Transcript

Bedtime with Mrs.

Honeybee.

Today,

In the Honeybee neighborhood,

We'll be testing out Mr.

Honeybee's latest invention.

Hello down there.

I can hardly see you from way up here.

Wing engines?

You finally got the wing engine prototype to work?

That's not what it's called,

Melody Bee.

Just like a unicorn horn isn't a forehead stinger.

Check this out.

I call this move a loop-de-loop.

Oh,

Look.

I can do it with my wings,

Too.

Loop-de-loop.

Ah,

Harold,

We're missing out on all the fun,

Aren't we?

Not for long.

All you have to do is close your eyes,

Get cozy,

And listen to the sound of my voice.

Mrs.

Honeybee will be your guide.

Let's begin.

You are here,

Turning the corner to walk up to our house.

The sun is shining down warmly on your skin,

So you close your eyes to soak it in for a moment.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Feel the coolness of the air coming in through your nose as your chest expands out.

Then,

Slowly,

Breathe all the way out through your mouth and come back to your five senses.

The sun is so bright overhead that you have to lift your hand to shave your eyes to see our porch.

You don't expect Mr.

Honeybee,

Melody Bee,

And I to be out there,

But we are.

Both of us are pointing up in the sky behind you.

Before you can turn all the way around to see what we see,

You hear Harold's distant bark as a pair of wide,

Black wings soar away.

You squint to look even closer and see that an eagle has taken Harold up in its beak.

You run the rest of the way to the porch to join us,

Thinking this is an emergency situation.

On your way,

You begin strategizing about how to get our furry best friend back,

But Melody Bee's giggle interrupts your panicked thoughts.

Look at that pup fly!

It's just like in his dream,

But this time,

It's true!

Aww,

Here they come again.

They're circling back.

Hi,

Harold.

You're doing great.

Look at him go,

My little Honeybee.

Oh,

I guess we should explain what's happening,

Huh?

Sorry,

My little Honeybee.

No need to worry.

An eagle friend of Harold's overheard him talking about how he watches the birds at the dog park and wishes he could fly like them.

So this friendly eagle swooped right down and took him on his first real-life flight.

Here they come again.

It looks like they're getting close and might land soon.

Melody Bee jumps up and waves her hands to make sure the eagle can see us.

She happily buzzes up to meet them as they land back on the ground.

As always,

Harold gallops over to greet you.

The eagle follows him over to you and perches on the porch railing right next to you.

His tail wags so happily that it wiggles his whole body as you reach down to take him up into your arms.

He gives you plenty of puppy kisses and recounts exactly what it was like for his dreams to come true.

Holding a squirming Harold as best you can with one arm,

You alternate between petting him and the friendly eagle who has bowed her head for head scratches.

Harold says over and over that this flight was everything that he's dreamt of and more.

We giggle to ourselves,

Knowing with our experience exactly what his dreams are made of.

He doesn't quite understand the reason for our knowing because he has no recollection of us physically visiting his dream,

But he is too thrilled to focus on it.

The sweet friendly eagle smiles as Harold recounts the experience.

She's so happy to have a fly-along friend because it gets lonely circling the skies at such great heights.

What did you see up there,

Boy?

Anything good?

Yes,

That's true,

Little guy.

You got an eagle's eye view of the whole neighborhood.

A bee's view doesn't usually go that high.

Tell me everything.

Really?

I didn't know they were building another dog park on the other side of the neighborhood.

That'll be so fun to visit.

The Pupple Park is so popular that we had to build a second one.

All Harold,

What a generous eagle friend we have.

Thank you so much for treating our little Harold so kindly,

Mrs.

Eagle.

With that,

The eagle goes about her day,

Waving us goodbye with her wing and soaring up into the sky until she becomes but a tiny black dot on the horizon.

We go back inside to refill our tea and lemonade before heading back out to the backyard where Mr.

Honeybee and I were relaxing in the garden before the eagle escapade happened.

Harold cannot stop talking about his bird's eye view.

What it was like to soar that high and feel that weightless and free,

Taken by the breeze.

Mr.

Honeybee and I pull out the chairs for you and Melody Bee,

Still earnestly listening to Harold wax poetic about his life-changing experience.

I set the pitcher of lemonade down at the center of the table and sit down to slice fresh lemon.

Mr.

Honeybee pours you a big glass of lemonade and we continue to listen about how the wind felt at his back and how small,

But also big at the same time,

Harold felt while flying.

Wow,

Harold,

I've never heard you so excited.

That flight of yours must have really been something.

I know.

I'm listening to this and finding myself wishing that I can fly too.

And I can.

This flight seems different though.

We do have our flying branches now,

Remember?

And the rocket is on speed dial.

Oh,

And shooting stars.

If they should fall on the roof again.

That's all true,

I know.

And those adventures were so much fun.

But something about flying with your own wings and that high up,

It seems life-changing.

I agree.

And I have wings.

But the heights are something special.

Shooting stars have a serious flaw with their attraction to black holes and all.

But what about that rocket,

Everyone?

The rocket is great,

Right?

Of course it's great.

How lucky are we to have a rocket here in an instant.

But you have to call it,

Get out your space suit,

Get a little lightheaded and nauseous while you're trying to not feel claustrophobic in the rocket.

But it's so fun.

What about the flying branches?

Those literally saved our lives.

The flying branches are literally lifesavers,

Of course,

My dear.

We would still be falling through the atmosphere without them.

Oh,

Goodness.

I don't even want to think about it.

Something about your own personal wings that are that powerful to fly you that high.

Wings,

You know,

Are a part of you.

So you don't usually have to think about steering them like branches.

And if your wings were powerful enough,

They could probably even take you through the atmosphere into outer space.

Eagle wings can't even do that.

Could you imagine?

Harold is jazzed even thinking about all the possibilities before him.

If he were to suddenly come across his own personal wing engines.

Mr.

Honeybee,

Though,

Is not sharing in our enthusiasm.

A somewhat sullen look comes across his face as he stirs his ice cubes in small downtrodden circles.

We continue on imagining what it would be like to have wings.

You tell us all what you would do if you had them.

Melody B and I are entranced in your hypothetical wing situations you muse on.

We are so focused on this conversation that we don't yet notice that Mr.

Honeybee is no longer contributing to it.

And instead,

He is sinking deeper and deeper into his own head.

But not telling us what he's thinking about.

On the 15th circle of his ice around his glass,

We start to notice he zoned out,

Staring off into space and clearly deep in his imagination.

You wave your hands in front of his face,

Calling out his name.

Then Melody B and I join in too.

Mr.

Honeybee,

Earth to Mr.

Honeybee.

Dear,

What are you thinking about?

You look like you have something on your mind.

Mr.

Honeybee?

Oh,

Hi.

I know just what to do.

Mr.

Honeybee springs up from his seat at the patio table and runs around the side of the house to his garage,

Mumbling to himself the whole way.

He clearly knows what to do,

And we clearly do not.

When Mr.

Honeybee doesn't immediately come back through the gate,

Excitedly cluing us in on his plan,

We have no choice but to investigate.

Harold leads the way through the side gate,

Which Mr.

Honeybee accidentally left open.

That's how you know he's focused on something.

He never forgets to shut this.

I wonder what though,

And why didn't he tell us?

I don't know,

But I bet it's something good.

We walk quiet steps around the side of the house and through the porch,

Approaching Mr.

Honeybee's garage,

Where we can hear him tinkering away on something metal.

Fire?

It sounds like a blowtorch.

No.

We quietly walk up to the other side of one of the garage doors that is closed and push our ears up to listen,

Without interrupting him or breaking his focus.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Quiet yourself inside and out as you listen to Mr.

Honeybee skillfully tinker away on a project he's clearly excited about.

Then slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth and wonder to yourself what he's doing in there.

Harold cannot handle the anticipation and breaks our coordinated quietness with a curious bark as he runs straight up to Mr.

Honeybee at his workbench.

He has his metal working mask and gloves on,

And sparks are flying all around him.

He puts the finishing touches on five prototypes that are laying out in a line on his workbench.

Mr.

Honeybee lifts the shielding mask up on the top of his head and proudly shows us his invention.

This is a jetpack.

One for each of us?

Exactly.

You want powerful wings?

These are wings with engines.

Wow!

Did you just think these up while we were talking in the backyard,

My dear?

Yes.

At first,

I felt a little,

Meh,

Since you all didn't have your optimal flight gear.

But now,

Now,

Look at us!

We have jetpacks!

You take the jetpack from Mr.

Honeybee and it's lighter than you expect.

We all strap them on our backs like backpacks with engines.

Even Harold has one.

There's no need for a steering wheel or anything like that because we can simply control direction,

Speed,

And gears with our minds.

If you want to go faster,

Think about going faster.

If you want to go higher.

.

.

Then think of going higher?

You got it,

Melody Bee.

What gears does it have?

Well,

There are different engine capabilities for within our atmosphere and beyond our atmosphere.

So here are little remotes that connect to the straps.

We can control Harold's,

Well,

Remotely.

I'm sorry,

Little guy.

You don't have thumbs to hold the remote.

I'll press it for you.

I promise.

I know you want thumbs.

If I was in charge of dog design,

I would give you thumbs.

But for now,

We just gotta work with the paws you have.

Okay?

With our jetpack snug on our backs,

We all walk to the driveway and prepare to launch.

Take your slowest,

Deepest breath in through your nose.

Strengthen each and every muscle in your body until you cannot take in any more air.

Then,

Slowly,

Breathe all the way out through your mouth and launch into the sky,

Letting your body be soft and squishy to pick up the breeze whenever you want.

Flying through the air with our wing engines,

We feel our motion fuse with our jetpacks.

Without thinking about it,

You lean right and turn right,

Lean left and veer left.

You fly higher,

Then lower,

And around Harold in circles while he flies in circles around you.

Up this high,

You feel both big and small,

All powerful and in awe of what can and cannot be built with two hands.

Now we see why Harold was so moved by this experience.

We fly by the eagle,

Who is surprised to see us,

But flocks with us all the same.

With our eagle eyes,

We spot a broken down pizza delivery truck by the side of the road.

We swoop down and deliver the pizza for him.

Then we think of all the other things we can now deliver around the neighborhood much more quickly than before.

All the extra harvests from Melody B's garden and even that extra big batch of snickerdoodle cookies I made yesterday.

We swoop back down to the house to pick up armfuls of cookies and drop them off all over the Honeybee neighborhood,

Spreading innovation and cheer with the help of a new invention.

Always remember Mrs.

Honeybee believes in you.

You are special and you are loved.

I can't wait to see you again.

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