Disclaimer: The Magic School Bus was before me (in book form, at least), and will, I hope, be after.
"Yeah, that was a cool field trip," said Wanda as the bus sped along Tim's honey route. "Too bad my stinger was a dud, though. I tried to teach that bear a lesson when it attacked the hive, and would you believe, I just bounced right off!"
Dorothy Ann's eyes widened. "You stung it?"
"Tried to."
"But… according to my research, bees die after stinging."
Wanda blinked, and paled slightly. "They do?" she whispered. "You mean… I could have… if it hadn't… holy cow!"
Ms. Frizzle smiled to herself. As she always said, better forethought now than forty thoughts later.