Something Mysterious is going on...
10/06/15 09:46
I'm just gonna say this: there's something strange going on around here. I'd tell you what it is, but I don't know what it is.
First, I told Rudy yesterday that I was gonna buzz over to watch the pre-dress-rehearsal rehearsals. I wanted to see how things are coming along with the production, "The Bee Society: The Musical", that's based off my first book. Now that Beetsa Beetsa has arrived, I'll bet this thing is really coming together nicely. But he told me I really shouldn't do that.
"Why?" I asked him.
"It would jutht bee better if you didn't right now, Georgie. There are thome therious wrinklth we're trying to iron out with a few of the muthical numberth, tho I think ith betht you pothtpone your Exthecutive Produther's Pre-Opening-Night Athethment for at leatht another few dayth. You need to trutht me on thith," he said.
"Fine," I said. So I'm gonna trust him on this. For now.
But that's not the only weird thing that I've noticed. I just happened to bee passing by the Hive just beefore dark last night and spotted Fleur de Bee (you know, my friend who lives in Paris and works for French Counter-Espionage). She was carrying some sort of briefcase and looking around as she was trying to sneak into the Hive (I presume to visit ButterCup).
When I spotted her, I said, "Fleur? Fleur de Bee? Is that you?"
She stopped and tried to hide in the shadows, but finally she kinda slapped herself on the head and turned toward me.
"I am not here, mon cher," she said. "You did not zee me. You are having zee...what iz eet called... you are Zleep Walking and having zee dream, Mon Ami. You should go back to zee bed and forget you ever saw any of zis."
Then she ducked inside and I haven't seen her since.
Geeeeeeze. Fleur didn't even send me a Buzz•O•Gram™ letting me know she was coming. I'm just guessing, but she's probably here to attend the Opening Night of the Musical (even though, as far as I know, that's still not for awhile yet.)
This is all highly mysterious.
Anyway. I'm gonna spend the day trying to find what's going on around here. My razor-sharp instincts and that weird feeling in my thorax are telling me that something is amiss here. Either that, or I'm hungry. I need to get to the bottom of this, if I can.
So I'm gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has a massively superior day! I'll see ya' later!
First, I told Rudy yesterday that I was gonna buzz over to watch the pre-dress-rehearsal rehearsals. I wanted to see how things are coming along with the production, "The Bee Society: The Musical", that's based off my first book. Now that Beetsa Beetsa has arrived, I'll bet this thing is really coming together nicely. But he told me I really shouldn't do that.
"Why?" I asked him.
"It would jutht bee better if you didn't right now, Georgie. There are thome therious wrinklth we're trying to iron out with a few of the muthical numberth, tho I think ith betht you pothtpone your Exthecutive Produther's Pre-Opening-Night Athethment for at leatht another few dayth. You need to trutht me on thith," he said.
"Fine," I said. So I'm gonna trust him on this. For now.
But that's not the only weird thing that I've noticed. I just happened to bee passing by the Hive just beefore dark last night and spotted Fleur de Bee (you know, my friend who lives in Paris and works for French Counter-Espionage). She was carrying some sort of briefcase and looking around as she was trying to sneak into the Hive (I presume to visit ButterCup).
When I spotted her, I said, "Fleur? Fleur de Bee? Is that you?"
She stopped and tried to hide in the shadows, but finally she kinda slapped herself on the head and turned toward me.
"I am not here, mon cher," she said. "You did not zee me. You are having zee...what iz eet called... you are Zleep Walking and having zee dream, Mon Ami. You should go back to zee bed and forget you ever saw any of zis."
Then she ducked inside and I haven't seen her since.
Geeeeeeze. Fleur didn't even send me a Buzz•O•Gram™ letting me know she was coming. I'm just guessing, but she's probably here to attend the Opening Night of the Musical (even though, as far as I know, that's still not for awhile yet.)
This is all highly mysterious.
Anyway. I'm gonna spend the day trying to find what's going on around here. My razor-sharp instincts and that weird feeling in my thorax are telling me that something is amiss here. Either that, or I'm hungry. I need to get to the bottom of this, if I can.
So I'm gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has a massively superior day! I'll see ya' later!