Dr. Phil reported to the palace orangery at dawn, where a swarm of brass clockwork bees kept pollinating the fountains and ignoring the roses. Wearing a velvet court coat and protective mesh veil, he reviewed each bee's flight pattern with the grave focus of a man confronting chronic workplace drift.
He adjusted tiny wing gears, demonstrated a disciplined figure-eight over the lavender, and reassigned one repeat offender to greenhouse duty. The head gardener took notes while Dr. Phil reminded the swarm that being wound up was not an excuse for poor boundaries. Today's completely unnecessary Dr. Phil moment.











