Heather had been sort of planning to make a bunch of noise in the process of attracting the bees.

You know, yell some witty remarks, whack some brush with a branch...

Unfortunately, she didn't get the chance. All she had to do was show her scruffy blond head.

The buzzing upped in intensity from 'low hum' to 'demonic weedwhacker'.

"Shit!"

Heather came tearing back through the bush at an impressive speed-- she hadn't been lying when she said she was fast. Good thing, too-- because by the time she'd reached Zack, the Beedrill had already arrived at the edge of the little clearing.

And they were pissed.

Skidding straight past Zack, Heather hollered over her shoulder.

"Throw it! Throw it throw it throw it!"