Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 Page #4
and separate Flint from his friends
so we can manage
the situation.
Champion!
Brilliant idea.
Way to go, Chester.
Thank you.
Barb, you take care of that weather girl.
But, sir,
I'm a scientist.
That's why I need you.
I want the same brilliant mind
that solved the unified field theory
to help me help Live Corp.
Consider it done, sir.
Good monkey.
To the Helpicopter.
Oh, Earl.
Pull over there.
Duck!
Duck? I love-- Ba-gawk! Ah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Yeah!
You guys,
that wasn't so bad.
Yeah, well, be thankful
we didn't run into a--
Cheespider!
Run!
Cheesy. Cheesy. Cheesy.
Manny!
Wait for me!
Ba-gawk-oh!
I'm glad you still wearing
that diaper.
Hey, guys!
Down this alley!
Oh, no! Dead end.
Ghost man?
Greetings, and namaste.
Chester V! You're here!
That's right,
young Lockwood.
And by the looks of things,
just in time.
One minute later, and we would
have been food for that food.
Flint, I thought you said you were
going to complete this mission alone.
Can I say something?
Apparently you can.
This is Barb, my number two.
Why are you carrying
a strawberry in
your backpack, miss?
Stand back, everyone!
Hey, hey, hey, stop.
You're scaring him.
Scaring him?
Oh, please, it's probably
got a mouth full of fangs.
Now you're scaring me.
I've been carrying him
and he hasn't hurt anyone.
I'm sorry.
Are you a scientist?
Matter of fact, I am.
She's a meteorologist.
Meteorology.
Oh, I love it.
The science of smiling and having
pretty hair while you point at a map.
It's a very important job--
Meteorology is
a comprehensive analysis--
Ladies, ladies. Please.
I'm sure we can all agree
that one of you is a scientist.
Young Lockwood,
why was your lady friend carrying this
rabid little strawberry in her backpack?
Why is the strawberry guy in
the backpack? Well, um, that's funny.
Um... It's... Uh...
You know what he did? Um...
He, uh... He ate the BS-USB.
Not the BSUSB.
I'm on it.
She's got a knife!
If you touch a leaf on his head...
Step away from the berry, madam.
scared the jam out of him!
N-woo?
Oh, no, it's jammed.
Lick. Lick. Lick.
Oh, thanks, Steve.
Young Lockwood.
The world could've
been destroyed
because of the actions
of one sinister strawberry.
We cannot allow any more
mistakes like this.
Oh...
It won't
be long before
those malicious melons,
pernicious pickles,
and belligerent burgers
learn to swim
and make their way
to the mainland.
What is
your plan?
I need to get back to
my lab so I can
make contact with the FLDSMDFR.
Brilliant!
I'll lead the way.
No, we'll lead the way.
Safe, safe, safe.
I believe my Sentinels of Safety
are better equipped to lead us
in their robo-suits.
N-woo?
"I'll be back
before supper."
What a bunch of baloney.
Just leave me on the boat
without any food.
I know a place where
I can get something to eat.
There she is.
Home sweet home.
What?
There's no sardines?
Had to be looters.
Ah.
Vintage Baby Brent.
Ah.
Oh, chum.
No, no!
Uh-huh. Yeah. Heh.
I like them too. I do.
I love them.
Mine. No, no. Mine.
Off. Off. Mine.
No, no, mine. Mine. Off.
Hey, hey, hey. Easy, you guys.
Come on, you could lose an eye.
Look, I tell you what. You want more
sardines? I can get you more sardines.
these skinny jeans, Flint.
Those aren't skinny jeans.
Nope.
My feet are turning purple.
Is that bad?
Uh-oh.
Bananostrich! Ah!
Go, go, go!
Come on, Brent!
Banana!
Banana! Banana!
That bunch of bananostriches
nearly split us.
Are you okay?
Oh, my gosh.
My house!
Home, home, home!
Oh, my gosh.
Your lab!
Oh, crap balls.
We can't go up there,
Flint Lockwood.
That dangly, upsy-downsy lab's
not to code.
I've got to, if I'm gonna find
the FLDSMDFR.
We can do it. Those
load-bearing vines will be able
Onwards and upwards!
Right, sir.
To the lab!
Sentinels,
keep the locals safe.
I'll keep them safe.
Hey, guys! Where you going?
Guys! Hey
wait for me!
Uh-oh.
A little help?
STEVE:
Spooky.
Spooky is right, Steve.
I say,
this laboratory of yours
is a wonder of engineering.
Really?
Thank you, sir.
Initiating backup power.
Welcome, Flint.
Whoa, my computer's dead.
The fate of the world is depending
on us. Think, Lockwood.
Well, if I could pull
the hard drive, there's enough
equipment in this
lab that I could build
a tracking device.
Flint! Whoa!
I say, young Lockwood,
what extraordinary
underpants.
Thank you, sir. They're
my Wedgie-proof underwear.
I invented them when I was 6.
I had no idea we were so alike.
Except I invented mine
when I was 3.
You guys have been wearing the same
underwear since you were kids?
Yes!
Yes!
Excuse me.
How do you expect us
to get the hard drive
with all that electrified water?
We dangle!
Come, Lockwood, give the monkey
your underpants.
What?
Lay on,
young Lockwood.
Whoa!
Whoa!
Yes! Heh, heh.
Whoa!
You know, hanging from
my underpants in this space
brings back so many memories.
I too built my lab up high
to keep the bullies out!
You were--
You were bullied too?
Absolutely.
People like us
are always bullied.
Sometimes I wish I'd kept
my bullies around.
Really?
So I could crush them
with my success.
Just like you did
with that man-baby.
You mean Brent?
Sure, he used to be a bully,
but he's my friend now.
Friend?
A bully can never be your friend.
Never?
Remember
Huh?
"Stew offered by a bully
is poisoned broth."
Wow, stew.
I have so much to learn.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Mission accomplished!
Indeed, young Lockwood.
Indeed.
Help!
Help! Come on, guys.
Get me ou--!
You okay, Earl?
My chest hairs
have been tingling all day.
Don't worry.
Live Corp Sentinels
have danger-sensing fibers
built into their chest plates.
Bravo, Lockwood.
With luck, we'll survive the night.
Hm. Sounds like midnight snacks.
Dr. Manny!
This is delicious!
I call it Manny's Gorilla Stew.
So how do you make a gorilla stew?
You keep it waiting for two hours.
Hey, guys.
Oh, that smells good.
Hey, Flint! Wanna try some of this
special stew? I saved you a bowl.
It's killer.
Killer stew.
No!
Thank you,
Brent.
showed up,
Flint Lockwood's been acting--
Jerky.
He rejected my stew.
No one has ever rejected my stew.
I'm gonna go talk to him.
Flint, wait up.
Yeah, Sam?
Is something wrong?
Yeah, we blew a fuse.
You blew a fuse.
Why are you being so weird
to your friends?
What?
I haven't been weird.
You karate-chopped
Manny's stew out of Brent's hands.
You hurt their feelings.
Sam, you wouldn't understand.
I do understand,
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