童話爆笑改編，Alex用幽默帶你進入奇妙夢境。
Funny fairy tale twists—Alex’s playful stories lead you to dreamland.
故事逐字稿：《Beauty and the Bee》
Once upon a buzz, in a cheerful village full of gardens, there lived a girl named Beauty. She was kind, curious, and always smelled like cookies, although no one knew why.
One morning, Beauty leaned down to smell a tulip when—BZZZ!—a bee zoomed out and landed right on her nose.
“Excuse me,” said the bee, straightening his tiny sunglasses. “I am not the Beast. I am the Bee. People always get that story wrong.”
Beauty gasped. “Wait… you can talk?”
“Of course I can talk,” said the bee proudly. “I also rap, do the cha-cha, and win karaoke contests. But right now, I need your help. Honeyland is in danger!”
“Danger?” Beauty tilted her head. “Is it a dragon?”
“Worse,” said the bee, lowering his voice. “The flowers are refusing to bloom. No flowers means no nectar. No nectar means no honey. And no honey means… no honey ice cream!”
Beauty gasped louder. “Not the ice cream!”
The bee nodded gravely. “Exactly. Come with me.”
Before she could answer, the bee sprinkled sparkly pollen dust on her, and whoosh! Beauty shrank down to bee-size. Together, they zipped through the air until they landed inside a giant sunflower.
“Welcome to Honeyland,” the bee announced.
Beauty’s eyes widened. There were golden honey rivers, gummy-bear bushes, and bees wearing tiny crowns. A frog in a suit was singing, “Kiss me, I’m a prince!” but nobody listened.
The King of Honeyland, a plump bumblebee with a mustache, buzzed toward her.
“Oh thank goodness, you’ve brought Beauty! She’s the chosen human.”
Beauty blinked. “The chosen what-now?”
The King explained: “Only a human with cookie-scented hair can convince the flowers to wake up.”
“Why me?” Beauty asked.
“Because flowers love cookies,” whispered the bee.
So Beauty marched up to the sleepy daisies. “Hey, flowers! Time to bloom!”
The daisies yawned. “Too tired.”
Beauty thought for a moment. Then she pulled out her lunchbox. “What if I trade you cookies?”
At once, the daisies perked up. “Chocolate chip?!”
“Yes,” Beauty grinned.
“Deal!” the daisies shouted, and with a POP! POP! POP! the whole meadow burst into bloom. Nectar flowed, honey glowed, and the bees cheered.
The King buzzed happily. “You’ve saved Honeyland! We declare a celebration!”
That night, Beauty joined a grand honey feast. There was honey cake, honey lemonade, and of course—honey ice cream. The frog tried to join in but accidentally fell into a pudding cup.
When the feast ended, the bee sprinkled pollen dust again, and Beauty grew back to her normal size.
As she waved goodbye, the bee shouted, “Remember, we bees are not scary! We’re just a little ticklish.”
And from that day on, whenever Beauty saw a bee, she didn’t run. She just giggled—because she remembered her adventure in Honeyland.
The End.