The Adventures Of The Three Stooges - Great Honey Heist

Now, men, we all know that Mounties always capture their bears. Bears? You don't mean bears. You mean criminals. Tough guys, you know. A bear could rip us to pieces. Bear, schmear, whatever it is, we Mounties always get it. Get it? Got it. Good. Now, this bear's been stealing honey from every beekeeper in this area. You men must stop him. Get me? Yes, sir. Aye, aye, sir. Aye, aye, aye, sir. What the... It's Tim there. Well, don't just stand there. Go get him. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There he goes, man. No, I didn't see anything. Which brings to mind a poem. Benji saw the bear. The bear saw Benji. The bear got bulgy. The bulge was Benji. Heheheheh. You know what I think? If it's another poem, I'll clobber you. I think we should find the honey first, and then the bear will find us. That's a very clever idea. But how do we find the honey? Follow the bees, you sick poet. That's her poem. The bulge was bent, gee. I'm sorry. Aargh! I don't see any bees. Just keep looking, knucklehead. Every forest has bees. Hey, there's one. There's some more. See, what did I tell you? I'm Hey, they're going away. starting Yeah, they're heading for the honey house. Follow them, you idiots. Don't lose sight of them, men. They'll lead us right to the hive. I had the hive fun. Me too. I broke out in bumps. If we lose those bees, you'll get bigger bumps. to speak Lots of bees. See you guys in Ontario. See ya! I let it over my head. now. We're lucky. Everybody landed on a soft spot. Quit clowning, you appleheads. We've got to find those bees. They disappeared right about here. They just evaporated. Bees don't evaporate, numbskulls. Quiet. I think I hear them. Like honeybees? They don't sound like honeybees either. Of course they don't, you beetleheads. They're hornets. They're trying to tell us something. Yeah, and I got the message. Let's get out of here. What's it better up without us? Ha, ha, ha, ha. Boy, I'm really no sit-wit than last. Do-do-do-do-do-do. Thanks for the help, old buddy. It was a pleasure, Sarge. But the lift stopped hiring mail-order monkeys. All they seem to get is shoddy merchandise. Oh, yes, well...