There it is.
A substance like no other.
In that box, lining those combs, falling into that barrel
and being sloshed around in front of our eyes.
Wow.
Yes, sir! Ain't nothing better that Dad's farm-fresh honey.
You mean it's even better than the kind you get at the store?
Oh, innocent, naive Remy.
Papa's honey is pure, unadulterated happiness
in a jar.
How's the honey, boy?
It's great, Ma.
It's absolutely perfect.
Every dang year.
Oh, wow. Can we go ask for samples?
Ha! See, that's the trouble, Remy.
When we ask him, he just says,
"This honey is our bestseller at the farmer's market.
No snacking."
You should hear his impression of Gramma.
But today will be different.
What does that mean?
It means we're gonna break in
and take all that honey for ourselves.
Brother, are you proposing...
a honey heist?
Bingo-bango.
I like it.
But what do you do about Papa's new lock system?
New lock system?
Okay, Nance.
Time to lock up the hive.
Dad stacks the hives in a glass box
with a lock on each side.
Now insert the key and turn.
Oh, wow, Tilly's right. How are we gonna get both keys?
Easy. Mom will help us.
Really, Cricket?
- Mama? - You betcha.
She's always up for tomfoolery, high jinks,
and of course, shenanigans.
I don't know about that, Cricket.
Mama has changed since moving to the country.
Haven't you noticed?
She's been helping Papa with the farm,
acting all responsible-like.
First it was just the animals,
but then the crops, now the honey.
- We can't risk bringing her in. - Tilly's right.
When it comes to kid crime, I don't trust anyone over 13.
Guys, guys, guys. She's fine.
Tell you what.
I'm in if Mama's out.
Let us away to our lair.
- Need some help there, Bill? - Thanks, Nance.
Nah. Tilly's crazy.
I still believe in you, Mom.
Thanks for coming, everybody.
Remember, everyone is essential in this mission.
If one of us fails, we all fail.
On a lighter note, I'd like to thank our very own Remy
for supplying these fancy-shmancy earpieces.
You're welcome, Cricket.
Over and out.
Okay, here's the plan.
The beehive is guarded by two grown-ups:
Dad and Gramma.
Wait, don't forget Mama.
Right. Anyway...
Mom's doing chores at her trailer,
so she won't be a problem.
But Dad's guarding the honey,
and he won't let anyone nearby.
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
Then there's Gramma.
Not only does she got eyes on Dad...
Hmm. Eh? Hyah!
...she's got needle-sharp reflexes.
That's intense. So, what do we do?
I've assigned each of us a job.
And, Remy, you're the mole.
Like an undercover informant?
Nope, even better. An actual mole.
- Aah! - Fooled you, huh?
This is just an R.C. car in disguise.
I named him Moley.
If there's one thing that can pull Dad away from the hive,
it's chasing a farm pest.
Okay, Remy, you'll drive Moley past my Dad.
Not on my farm you don't.
Get back here!
My dad'll go through
heck and high water to keep critters off the farm.
Nevermore.
I'll catch you!
And once he's out of sight,
that sweet nectar is nested nevermore.
That's brilliant. But what about your Gramma?
No problemo, Remy,
because that's where Tilly comes in.
I'm going to put Gramma down...
for a nap.
The stacks are in place.
Huh? What the...?
Did someone leave the gate open?
How many sheep got out?
Let's see.
One, two, three,
four, five, six...
Dagnabbit, how many sheep do we have?
Nine, ten...
...22...
...47...
Tilly Bo Peep has put Gramma to sleep.
Then with Dad and Gramma preoccupied,
I'll break into the hive.
But what about the two-person lock?
You can't do it by yourself.
I have it under control!
So don't worry about it.
Ain't no two-person lock
keeping out ol' Cricket.
Hmm.
Ow!
Hmm.
Fed the pigs, helped with the hives.
Pretty productive day so far, Nance.
- Ow! - Huh?
- Cricket, What are you--? - Shh!
- Don't look at me! - Okay.
Just act like I'm not even here.
There's a honey heist going down,
and I want you on the team.
You're stealing your dad's honey?
I told you, don't look at me!
The plan is already in motion.
I even have Dad's key.
How'd you manage that?
I have my ways.
Not on my farm you don't.
Get back here!
Clever mole.
Ah-ha!
And what do you expect me to do?
Just use your key to open the lock.
- I don't know, Cricket. - Oh, come on!
I know you can't resist the rush.
It'll be like old times.
Just like you used to say:
Treats taste better when you have to work for them.
- I never said that. - Besides, the hard part's over.
Dad and Gramma won't be a problem.
Cricket, we've got a problem!
Must kill mole!
I can't hold him!
He's too good at catching moles!
Remy, listen to me.
If Dad catches the mole, it's over.
Do you have any more tricks up your sleeve?
Uh...
just one.
Sorry, Moley.
You've wasted enough of my time, mole!
I've got you now. Huh?
What the heck did that thing eat?
Wow, I really covered some distance.
Crisis averted.
But your dad's on his way back.
You did great!
And Moley got away safely?
He...
completed his mission.
Yes! Everything's going perfectly according to plan!
So how about it, Mom? You in?
Hmm, well...
all right, I'm in.
Whoo-hoo! I knew it.
I'm gonna get some wheels for the big haul.
Meet you at the hive in five.
Sneak, sneak, sneak, sneak, sneak.
Coast is clear.
Hello, wheelbarrow.
Hello, brother.
Aah! Tilly?
What were you talking to Mama about?
Why were you spying on me?
Because I'm worried you're gonna get us caught.
Tilly, nobody's getting caught, okay?
Mom's not gonna rat us out.
Oh, you better hope she doesn't tattle, little brother.
'Cause I ain't going down for your mistake!
It ain't a mistake.
Just keep guard on Gramma.
Mom and I are gonna get the honey,
then meet you and Remy at the rendezvous point.
The honey's good as ours.
I hope you're right, Cricket.
I am right...
I hope.
I'm here, I'm here!
You ready to bust this thing open?
Let's do it.
Here it is.
Sweet nectar from the gods.
Let's go, Mom. Time is honey.
Cricket, keep it down.
You'll wake the bees.
Sorry. I just got too excited.
It's just so fun getting into a caper with you again, Mom.
Uh, Mom?
- What's going on? - Bill, come quick!
Cricket's stealing the honey!
What do you mean--?
Oh, boy!
Cricket!
No!
Shh, Cricket. The bees.
Cricket, come here!
Huh?
No, no, no! Stay back!
All that ruckus woke me up,
and then I found these two hiding in the bushes,
looking guilty as heck.
Is that so?
Hmm. Send them upstairs for a time-out.
That's enough, bees.
You saved me.
You're grounded.
I'm sorry, brother. I tried to warn you.
I guess I didn't want to believe that she had changed.
I've lost the fun mom forever.
- Hey, kids. - Go away, you traitor!
Well, I could leave,
but then you wouldn't get any of this.
- What? - Honey?
I'm confused.
Here's what really happened.
We had barely even started, when...
Let's go, Mom. Time is honey.
Cricket, keep it down. You'll wake the bees.
It's just so fun getting into a caper with you again, Mom.
Uh, Mom?
I realized we had a problem.
Oh, finally made it back.
Bill was just a second away from catching us red-handed.
- Huh? - I had two choices.
Go down with Cricket and not get any honey,
or create a distraction.
Bill, come quick! Cricket's stealing the honey!
What do you mean? Oh, boy!
Cricket!
Aah!
Bingo-bango.
While y'all were busy,
I broke off some of the honeycomb
and hid it in my clipboard
to spin up in a jar later.
No one suspected a thing.
I did not count on the bees, though.
Sorry about that, Cricket.
It's all good.
You know what might help?
Honey!
Mm! This is the best thing I've ever tasted!
It's even better than I remember.
Oh, yeah.
That's the stuff.
Well, Mom, you came through for us after all.
Kind of had me scared back there.
- What do you mean? - Well, with you taking on
more responsibility around the farm,
I thought you'd changed.
Like, maybe you wouldn't be the same old mom anymore.
You know, I have changed, Cricket.
I'm starting to really love life out here in the country.
I like pitching in more.
But being more responsible on the farm
doesn't mean I can't have fun with you.
- I'm glad. - Me too, shug.
Me too.
But let's not tell your dad about today.
What do you take me for, a squealer?
You took me for a squealer.
- Tilly did first! - Couldn't risk it.
All right, everyone,
let's try to "bee-hive" ourselves.