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His car was gone. He had no other option, Oliver thought. This was an emergency.
Outside the compound was Bertie, the twenty foot long honey bee they had accidentally created when trying to produce a more resistant species. As ominous as Bertie appeared, he was actually harmless. His sting had been removed, and most of the time he wandered placidly around the enclosure.
Oliver snapped Bertie’s restraints, took a deep breath and leapt onto Bertie’s back. Bertie, startled, immediately launched into the air with Oliver desperately clutching his fur.
Oliver had a sudden thought; how was he going to steer this thing?