And so Mooseblood indeed became a thing.
Valblood was elected mayor of a small town and managed to get his beloved business off the ground. He had long since abandoned his papers entirely and Montgomery was hot on his trail, having the odd conversation with him yet not realising it was the very same Valblood he was trying to catch. Still, Mooseblood was a shining success, and he had many devoted employees.
One of these employees was sweet and innocent Bee Larry King. He was a quiet and hardworking young bee, because he was very motivated.
His motivation was, of course, his darling child, Cosadam. He could not afford to keep Cosadam by himself, you see, so instead he stayed with two generous inkeepers, Mr and Mrs Benson, and he sent them money for his son's upkeep. However, on this particular day, he had a little bit of extra motivation, and that motivation was a letter.
"Dear Bee Larry King," the Bensons had wrote to him. "Your child is sick and needs a doctor. We require more money immediately. Please send along with a jar of honey." Larry had decided to just send his whole wage for the week, taking only a little for himself that was necessary to survive. His son was the one he loved more than anything.
So he worked in the factory amongst many other bees, under the watchful eye of Foreman Bumble. It was no secret that the foreman fancied Bee Larry King a great deal and made it clear at every opportunity. He was always trying to seduce him, but Bee Larry King stayed focused on his work, dedicated and loyal like a dog.
One of his fellow workers that morning saw the piece of paper hanging out of his pocket and snatched it up quickly when the Foreman left the room. "And what is this?" she sneered patronisingly, gesturing to everyone to listen to her. She then began to read while Bee Larry King's face twisted in horror. "Dear Bee Larry King, your child is sick and needs a doctor, we require more money immediately, please send along with a jar of honey?!"
This evoked a gasp from the audience that had collected. "Hey, whoa, excuse me, is that anything to do with you?" Bee Larry King demanded. "Where I'm from we wouldn't dream of doing that! Give it back!" He grabbed it back, glaring. "Not like you can talk, you have six fucking boyfriends as well as your husband, who asked for your judgement, Margarita?"
The worker- Margarita- jumped at him and they slapped at each other viciously until Valblood was provoked to come down to see what was all the fuss. "Bitchfight!" he called, shaking his said. "Yo, lady, Bee Larry King, both of you- calm the fuck down, duuudes!"
The Foreman returned as Valblood flew off again. "Who started it?" he demanded. And just like that, dozens of fingers were pointed at Bee Larry King.
"No fair! It was that bitch, Margarita!" he called as he was thrown out.
Now on the street with no way to support Cosadam, he sobbed and sobbed. What would become of his precious little boy?
That night on the streets, he knew what he had to do. It was awful. But it was all he could do to save his baby. He sold all his hair and his teeth for all the money he could, and then ran into a larger person, who threw him against the wall several times. He was sure that was the end.
"Excuse me, what the everlovin' Jesus is even happenin'?" called a familiar voice. "That ain't no way to treat a bee!"
It was the factory owner. "Monsieur Mosquite!" Bee Larry King called, for that was the name he knew the man by.
Monsieur flew in quickly and grabbed the weakened Larry, taking him at once to a place where he could sleep in comfort. He laid Bee Larry King down on a soft bed, and from what he saw, he was sure the young bee was ill. He simply would not cease his wheezing.
"Are you all right?"
"I worked in your factory. You are the reason I'm unemployed! What is up with that?!" Bee Larry King complained bitterly.
"I'm sorry..." Monsieur Mosquite said quietly. "Is there any way I can make this up to you?"
Bee Larry King paused. "Yes, one way..." he croaked out. "Find my son. He lives with the innkeepers on Beesiness Street. He responds to Cosadam..." With that Bee Larry King spluttered loudly and ceased to breathe.
"You bet I'll find him, lil guy..." Valblood breathed.
"NOT SO FAST, PRISONER 24601!" called out a voice from the doorway. It was Montgomery! He charged in, sword in his hand. "Monsieur Mosquite was a good disguise for a while, but you cannot fool the mighty Montgomery for long! I am the law and the law will be respected!"
"Sorry, dude. Give me a few days, I need to find this guy's son, Cosadam. It's important!"
"I wasn't born yesterday! You are a corrupt and evil man!" Montgomery cried incredulously. "Once a thief, always a thief! I would know! I was born in the gutter, with awful criminals!"
In the shock of the moment, Valblood saw his opportunity. He flew away at once to find young, sweet Cosadam and sweep him off to safety.