Bedtime with Mrs.
Honeybee Oh,
I'm so excited to have courtside seats to this basketball game.
It's gonna be a good one.
Me too,
Melody B.
We even get to watch the players warm up.
I think Mr.
Honeybee and Roger Robot are already here.
I don't see them in our seats.
Why are they on the court?
Hmm,
I don't know.
It looks like they're measuring something on the court.
Mr.
Honeybee?
Roger?
What are you guys doing?
We are on the brink of a mathematical equation that makes a slam dunk every single time.
It's going to revolutionize basketball as we know it.
Is making a slam dunk,
Like,
Difficult or something?
Difficult?
It's the hardest shot to make.
Don't even get me started on basketball probabilities.
We'll be here all day.
It takes years of practice,
Melody B.
Years.
Practice?
Practice?
Practice?
I'm a franchise B.
There's no need for formula.
Why are we talking about practice?
Hey,
That's not fair.
I made a slam dunk,
Didn't I?
There are no species-specific rules in basketball,
Are there?
Well,
Uh,
No.
I don't- Didn't think so.
Practice.
Come on,
Mrs.
Honeybee.
Let's get to our seats.
We're done here.
Maybe you can devise a formula for a three-pointer,
Mr.
Honeybee.
Melody B.
's dunking skills wouldn't work on three-pointers.
Good idea,
My dear.
I guess it's back to the drawing board,
Roger.
Roger that,
Mr.
Honeybee.
