Barry barely buried berries, but Barry bought berries at Best Buy for the bare purpose of burying them this bright day.

Bringing bury-worthy berries home blissfully, Barry balanced a basket brimming with berries. Bunnies bounced by. Barry arrived at his humble bungalow, bringing the berries in by his side.

"Baby, bury these berries with me" he bashfully insisted to his bubbly human gf.

"But Barry you are a bee," she barked.

"What's you point?" he blinked blankly.

"Bees can't bury berries, Barry!" she blurted.

"But babe-" he bargained.

" 'But babe' my butt. Bumblebees as beings by themselves barely bring any beneficial benefits to this big blue world, Barry. You believe in yourself too much. It's brainless behavior. You can't benchpress a blueberry! Begone, boyfriend. You're no longer my boyfriend, for today I break off this brutal business of bad romance. You're a bee."

"Dangit," Barry boldly bawled like a baby bumblebee. His hairpiece fell off. He was bald. He bawled bald. He could barely believe his berry burying became backfired, and his beautiful girlfriend broke up with him! "Why couldn't you beelieve in me?"