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Horizon 2017
Bee Movie FanFiction
“Ughhh! That bee is living my life!” shouted Ken as he walked by the new florist shop with his friend Brian. It was not long ago that Ken had been the one talking about moving in with the store’s owner, Vanessa. Of course, that was before that bee had introduced himself into Ken’s life as Mr. Steal Your Girl. That was before he had been dumped for a bee. That was before yogurt night had been ruined.
“Wow,” mused the ever insightful Brian. “You really are taking this break up hard, man.”
“I lost yogurt night! To a bee!” shouted the anguished Ken.
“Look, Ken,” started the ever positive Brian. “I know it hurts, and I know you lost a lot, but she lost more. Think about it. Remember that resume you showed me? Dude, you predicted global warming. I didn’t feel it get- ting hotter, but you did. You can eat with chopsticks! That is an insane skill to have! You are awesome!”
“Wait a minute....you’re right!” Ken yelled, getting excited. “Have you seen me on the tennis court? I’m an animal out there!”
“That’s right, man. No one can stop you. You really think that bee is bet- ter than you?”
“Not a chance!”
“Listen,”continued the ever wise Brian,“Tonight we are going out for the night of our lives. This Vanessa will be a thing of the past.”
“Will we be drinking any....tea?” asked Ken with an excited look in his eye.
“Whatever you want,” agreed the ever agreeable Brian.
“YES!” Ken let out a scream of victory. “I’m going to get to drink some ar- tificial sweeteners tonight! And you know the best part? They were made by man, Brian! By, man!”
“Dude, those things have a nasty aftertaste.”
“Well I like it!”
The two brothers from different mothers parted ways, making plans to meet up later that night. They had decided to go to a nighttime rave at the beach. As the day wore on, the sun began to sink in an ever darken- ing sky. Finally it was gone completely, swallowed by the horizon. The two friends met at the beach, Ken in his orange speedo and swimming goggles and the very fashionable Brian in his neon pink swim trunks.
As they approached the beach, Ken and Brian could see strobe lights flashing in the night sky. Music blared out of speakers that lined the beach. On the beach itself, a crowd of two hundred thousand people were crowded together, jumping, yelling, laughing, and screaming. Some wore swimsuits, some wore costumes, some wore glow sticks, and some wore nothing at all. The beach was bumping.
“This is what I was born for!”yelled Ken.
The two friends ran into the crowd, and joined in on the festivities. They began to party like it was 1999. The two friends were instantly the life of
the party. Brian jumped into the center of a mosh pit, and Ken went crowd surfing while consuming artificial sweetener packet after artificial sweetener packet. As the crowd lifted Ken along, they began to chant his name.
“Ken, Ken, Ken, Ken, Ken!”
“Woah, this dude is really ripped,” mused a member of the crowd who was pushing Ken along.
“Ilovehisspeedo,”alloftheladiessaidinunison.
“Me too!” shouted one guy.
After he finished crowd surfing, a wise, wizened man approached Ken. He told Ken that he had been a party animal back in his day, but he had never seen anything like what he had just witnessed. Because of this, the old man felt it was only appropriate that Ken should receive a gift. He gave him a surfboard, so that Ken could continue his legacy of being a party animal.
Suddenly, thunder roared in the sky. The DJ announced that a hurricane was coming in. Despite this, the party continued. The people refused to be stopped by the weather. Looking at the storm coming in, Ken had a brilliant idea. All eyes were on him as he took the surfboard up a rocky incline, towards the ocean and the storm. He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out. A thin smile crossed his face. The crowd, sensing what he was about to do, began chanting his name.
The ferocious waves crashed against the rocky precipice. Dark, domi- nant clouds gave out a terrifying roar as they flew towards the shore. Flashes of brilliant light jabbed at the crowd’s eyes. A large gust of wind pushed against Ken, chilling his strong, muscular, totally shredded body. Mist sprayed onto his cold, handsome face. He ripped off his goggles and whipped out his surfboard.
“You’re crazy!” someone from the crowd yelled. “You have no common sense!”
“Maybe you have no sense of adventure!” rebuked Ken. “What could be better than surfing in a hurricane?”
As the water began to fly, as the sky continued to darken, as the noise became deafening, Ken ran to the edge of the precipice and jumped.
Brian Bowne ’18
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