Jumping Jellybees!

Jumping Jellybees! is the eighth episode of Season One in Bikini Bottom Jenkins.
==Synopsis==
An infestation of Jellybees takes over Old Man Jenkins' barn, and he has to get rid of them in time for the annual barn contest. 
==Transcript==
(The episode begins with Old Man Jenkins feeding seaweed to the sea cows)
Sea cow: MOOOO!
Old Man Jenkins: Shut up, youngin’, I just gave you yer food.
Other sea cow: MOOOO!
Old Man Jenkins: Y’all are getting spoiled, I tell ya. Back in my day-
(A swarm of Jellybees enters the barn all at once. Jenkins ducks under them as they start stinging all the barn animals)
Sea chicken: CA-CAW!
Sea goat: BAAAAA!
Gary: Meow.
Old Man Jenkins: How did you get in here?
Gary: Meow.
Ol’ Bessie: MOOOO MOOO! (kicks a Jellybee out of her stomach)
Old Man Jenkins: That explains it. Alright, this barn is officially…
(Cut to outside the barn, where it is covered in yellow tape)
Jenkins: Quarantined! Now, where was I? Oh yeah, in the barn… 
(His phone goes off, and he checks it)
Jenkins: Oh shrimp! The barn contest is tomorrow! I can't keep it quarantined!
(He opens the barn doors, and a Jellybee stings him in the eye. Jenkins immediately shuts the doors again)
Jenkins: Re…. quarantined. (falls on the ground)
(Old Man Walker strolls by, seeing Jenkins on the ground)
Walker: Hey kid, you might wanna get up before ya get trampled by the farm animals.
(Jenkins stands up)
Jenkins: I won't get trampled. The barn’s quarantined.
Walker: Quarantined? That don't sound good. Remember that pandemic we had recently?
Jenkins: The clam flu? Yeah it's still going, but this is unrelated. A swarm of those darned Jellybees took over the barn. Who knows what they've done with my kin in there?
Walker: Well there's gotta be some way to get ‘em out. First I'll try my trusty old cane!
Jenkins: Walker, that's not gonna-
(Walker pokes the barn with his cane, opening the doors once again. Several jellybees sting him)
Jenkins: -work.
(The Jellybees retreat inside, revealing a jelly hive of some sort)
Jenkins: Now there's an entire hive of ‘em in there!
Walker: Back in my day-
Jenkins: Back in MY day, we just used to get the hive and run it over with a tractor! Nowadays that's illegal because apparently that's “inhumane”, whatever that means. Stupid jelly shortages.
Walker: Yeah, that’s darn stupid if ya ask me.
Jenkins: We gotta find another way to get those jellybees out of my barn before the big contest.
Walker: Hmm…
(Walker rubs his head for exactly five seconds to come up with an idea)
Jenkins: So? Any ideas?
Walker: How about we get inside from underground?
Jenkins: Old Man Walker, that is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard!
Walker: Can’t hear ya! (puts a mining helmet on) Already doing it!
(Walker starts digging under the barn)
Jenkins: You get back here!
(From a different perspective, Walker is digging under the barn to get into it. He enters the barn from the ground, and ends up on the floorboards. Several jellybees are looking at him angrily)
Walker: Hi there, fellers. Don’t mind if I do- (gets stung) OW! Hey, now! That wasn’t very nice. (gets stung again) OWIE! Okay, okay, I surrender! (gets stung again) I SURRENDER!
(Walker flees from the barn and goes back the way he came from)
Walker: It didn’t work.
Jenkins: I saw, and I heard.
Walker: So what’s your plan then, old Jenkins?
Jenkins: First of all it’s Old MAN Jenkins. Second of all, I think we should let the experts handle this.
(Jenkins pulls out his phone to call pest control)
Jenkins: Yeah, pest control? I have a bunch of jellybees- no I’m not looking for any singles near me, jeez! (hangs up and calls a different number) Pest control?
(Cut to a pest control van arriving at Jenkins’ farm. The pest control guy hops out of the van and gets his equipment)
Pest control: Just leave it all to me. And your hard-earned cash, of course.
(Jenkins sighs as he reluctantly gives the pest control guy some money)
Pest control: Alright, I’m going in!
(The pest control guy promptly opens the barn doors and is instantly greeted with a bunch of jellybees ready to sting him)
Pest control: No matter, I’ve dealt with worse.
(Pest control guy takes some more steps, slowly coming towards the jelly hive)
Jenkins: That’s farther than we’ve ever got.
Walker: I think he has this in the bag!
Jenkins: What can I say? Leave it to the experts.
Pest control: (off-screen) OW! OW! MY GROIN IS SIZZLING! OWIE OWIE OWIE!
(The pest control guy walks on-screen, completely burnt from all the electric stinging)
Pest control: (gives Jenkins back his now burnt money) Take it, I don’t need it anymore. (faints)
Jenkins: Leave it to the experts… (dials 9-1-1)
(One ambulance later…)
Jenkins: Well, not even the experts could do it. What do we do now?
Walker: Give up? That’s what I do in these kinds of situations.
Jenkins: Give up?! Pfft, never! That’s what a quitter would say!
Walker: Well I’m a quitter alright, a big fat lumpy old quitter.
Jenkins: We still got plenty of time, Walker, in fact we got until tomorrow to figure this out.
Walker: We’re all out of ideas, aren’t we?
Jenkins: Yup.
(A lightbulb suddenly appears above Jenkins’ forehead)
Jenkins: Never mind, the idea gods have bestowed their wisdom upon us.
Walker: Don’t you mean among us?
Jenkins: Don’t be silly, Walker, you have no idea what that means.
Walker: I guess so… what's your idea anyway?
Jenkins: Well, if we can't drive the jellybees out of the barn by force, how about we get them out of the barn by luring them?
Walker: What do jellybees even like anyhow?
Jenkins: Flowers, of course!
Walker: Not that you can even smell them, heheheh.
(Jenkins punches Walker in the face)
Walker: Ow.
Jenkins: Well anyway, it's time to start picking some flowers!
(A montage with farm music in the background of Walker and Jenkins plays. One of the flowers starts hissing at Jenkins, and he steps on it.)
Jenkins: That flower was throwing a hissy fit. Heheheheh.
Walker: ACHOO!
Jenkins: Gesundheit. You're allergic to flowers, aren't ye?
Walker: N-no.
Jenkins: Well I think we got enough flowers, don't you think?
Walker: (sniffling) Yup.
Jenkins: It's time to put an end to this infestation once and for all.
(Walker sneezes on Jenkins’ jeans)
Jenkins: Aw, gross!
(Bubble transition to the duo placing a whole bed of flowers right outside the barn)
Jenkins: Ready?
Walker: I'm ready, Freddy.
Jenkins: Please don't ever call me that again. On 1.. 2.. 3!
(They promptly open the barn doors, and the jellybees swarm out of the barn and are attracted to the flower bed)
Jenkins: Woohoo, it worked! We did a good job, didn't we?
Walker: Yup. And now I can go back to reading the local conservative newspaper.
(Then suddenly, the jellybees form a shape that resembles a giant jellybee)
Walker: Uhh, I think I'm just gonna scram.
Jenkins: NO, WAIT-!
(Walker sprints away, leaving behind a bubble trail. The giant jellybee buzzes closer towards Jenkins)
Jenkins: Well, if I die, I want my last words to be good. Like… no, that's not it… oh yeah. Y'all are some nasty varmints!
(The giant jellybee gets even closer to Jenkins, making him cower in fear)
Jenkins: Come on, I gotta think of somethin’...
(It gets even closer still)
Jenkins: I…
(Even closer)
Jenkins: I DON’T WANNA DIE!
(Jenkins’ bad breath from yelling so closely to the giant jellybee scares it off into the distance)
Jenkins: Uh… pardon?
(Bubble transition to the next day, where the contest judge is looking at Jenkins’ barn)
Judge: Mhm, I see. And why does one of your chickens have diarrhea?
Jenkins: Wait what now?
Judge: Just kidding, you won!
Jenkins: I won? You sure you have the right guy?
Judge: Sir, I've inspected around thirty other barns around Bikini Bottom, and this barn is the only one with actual effort put into it. You win the gold medal!
(The judge pins the gold medal to Jenkins’ shirt)
Gold medal: Top of the mornin’ to ya, winner!
Jenkins: Wow, it even talks.
Judge: Well have a good day, sir. You're officially barnkeeper of the year.
Jenkins: Does that mean anything?
Judge: It means you're barnkeeper of the year.
Jenkins: Yeah but what does that mean?
Judge: I said, it means you're- AHH!
(The swarm of jellybees from earlier returns and attacks the judge)
Judge: I’M ALLERGIC TO JELLYBEES! (he starts to swell up like a hot air balloon and floats out of the barn)
Jenkins: Heh, serves him right.
Gold medal: I need a deep clean!
Jenkins: Shut up!
(end)
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