Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 Page #5

but you're forgetting that:

Huh?

"A bully turned friend

will be friend to the end."

Listen, Brent came here to help you.

We all did.

And you're acting like

we're just in your way.

Remember, we work together.

That weather girl is

ruining our plan.

I just need more time, sir.

We don't have more time.

If we don't get the FLDSMDFR

in the next 48 hours,

we'll miss our deadline

to release Food Bar 8.0.

I'll be a laughingstock!

Sir, let me handle this.

Never send a monkey

to do Chester work.

I'll take care of it.

Okay, guys, we're here.

Hey, hey, hey!

That is not for you.

All right, let's get to it.

Okay.

You got this, right?

Okay. Then you wanna put

one of these on there, like that.

No, no, no.

No, don't eat that. That's bad.

You'll hurt yourself.

Hey, hey, easy! Stop picking

on your brother, will you?

How would you like it

if he was shoving you?

Okay, now watch.

Are you watching?

One and two and three!

Catch the big one!

Yeah, good, huh?

It's called fishing.

Out on my boat

With a pickle that likes dill

The frowny one's sour

He's a real bitter pill

She's so sweet

With her onion pet Pearl

Teaching pickles to fish

That's my crazy world

I tell you, if only Flint liked fishing

as much as you guys.

Why am I talking to a pickle?

Dangerous food creatures detected.

Stay put.

We'll find and destroy them.

Barry!

You can't be here.

You better hide him.

Okay, gang! Today's the day

We find the FLDSMDFR.

Sam, I was thinking about

what you said last night--

N-woo?

What?

Me too.

Right. Listen, I have

been acting weird, but it's only

because I'm under a lot of pressure.

N-woo?

What?

So true!

But I'm also doing this for us.

You see,

I still want Sparkswood

to happen, but it can't.

Not until I become

a great inventor like Chester V.

Flint, you don't have to

prove anything--

Ha, ha. Lockwood!

How goes the inventing?

Very good, sir. I was

up all night making this.

I call it the Flint Lockwood

Food Jungle

Topographical Pointing

Machine.

Or...

The FLFJTPM! Brilliant!

Oh, thank you, sir. Follow

the beam, find the machine.

All I have to do now

is cut the leg holes.

Ooh.

Huh. Well,

maybe it's better

here.

Great idea, Sam.

And, guys, you can help me by--

Excuse us. Your friends are

distracting you from our mission.

Distracting?

My chest hairs just

don't trust that Chester.

We should be hunting

the FLDSMDFR, not chitchatting.

But, sir, I--

You're heading into the deepest,

darkest part of the jungle.

You need to focus on

saving the world.

Be a hero.

Okay. You're right, sir.

Excellent! Let's go!

Okay, Barry, time to go home now.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, one more hug, Barry.

Barry?

Right! Barry.

You Barry.

Barry.

And I'm Sam Sparks.

Saspa.

Right! Sam--

Come on, Sam!

Coming!

Okay, Barry, time to go home now.

Now go.

Now you go on home.

Buh.

Bye.

Huh?

Saspa

Yummy, yummy, yummy

I got love in my tummy

And as silly as it may seem

The lovin' that you're givin'

is what keeps me livin'

And your love is like

Peaches and cream

Hot dog. Hot dog.

Kind of like sugar

Kind of like spices

Kind of like, like what you do

Kind of sounds funny

But you love honey

And, honey, I love you

Tacodile! Supreme!

Holy guacamole!

I got this, bro!

I'm okay!

Up there! Hurry, Sam!

Barb!

You okay?

Uh-huh.

Freeze!

Come on, let's go!

Let's get out of here!

Bravo, young Lockwood, bravo!

A mother?

Sam!

Saspa!

Butter.

Parkay.

Almost there.

The FLDSMDFR

should be just across

- this syrup bog.

- This is syrup?

Syrup is my favorite.

Darn mosquitoasts!

Don't worry, man-baby.

They, like all the other

abominable food monsters

will soon be no more.

Wait, Flint!

What if we're making a big mistake?

Mistake?

About shutting off the FLDSMDFR.

Some of these creatures,

they're incredible.

Incredibly

dangerous. We were just

attacked by a giant tacodile.

He's right, Sam. I mean, we were

almost eaten by a cheespider.

It doesn't mean we have

to destroy all of them.

Some of the food's

actually been friendly.

It is true. The dessert creatures

are especially sweet.

Okay. Maybe we-- Ah!

Mosquitoast!

Was gonna bite you.

See? Even the tiniest creatures

are attacking us.

The only reason they're

biting is because of the drop

in barometric pressure.

Bugs do that before a storm. And by

the look of those nimbostratus clouds--

Miss Sparks, we are

not talking about the weather.

We are talking about food here.

Dangerous food that does not

have human emotion.

Food that is not friendly.

- Food that cannot love!

- Flint,

we should be studying

the food animals, not killing them.

What if he's wrong?

The choice is yours, son.

Live up to your full potential,

or walk away

and let the food monsters

destroy Lady Liberty.

Sam, finding that FLDSMDFR

and saving the world,

that's what matters.

Really?

Our opinion doesn't matter?

Of course it does!

Yes!

Yes, it matters.

But just not right now.

Uh-oh.

- Wrong answer.

- Toast.

Yeah? Well, I guess

this doesn't matter either,

young Lockwood.

I'll just

see you back on the boat.

Wait! Sam!

Wait, please!

No! No. Sam!

Come back!

Come back, Sam, no!

No, Sam!

Sam! Sam!

Sand!

Hey, Earl,

would you talk to her?

You bet I will.

Hey, Sam! Wait for me!

Adis.

Sayonara.

Goodbye,

Seor Lockwood.

Bye, Flint.

Steve!

Et tu, Steve?

Oh. What just happened?

You've made

the right choice, son.

Sentinels! Keep them safe.

Butter.

Ah, Young Lockwood,

we're getting close.

I feel it in my beard!

Water goes in the top

and food comes out the bottom.

It's gotta be inside that

big rock candy mountain!

This is exactly why I wanted you

on this mission.

Sally forth, Lockwood.

I can't believe Flint

is still listening to that guy!

Flint is naive. It appears

he is being manipulated

for some nefarious purpose.

Of course he is!

Sam! Freeze!

What?

Stay calm

and walk toward me

slowly.

Very slowly.

Oh, come on.

Now you're acting weird.

I'm in no mood for this.

Stop right there, cheese monster!

Nobody eats my friends

on my watch!

No, wait!

Chester's been lying to us

about these creatures,

and I am going to prove it.

Sam, don't do it!

It's foodicide!

Danger! Danger! Danger!

Nice cheespider.

Ohh. Ugh.

Yellow.

Dude!

You got special-sauced!

It's Okay, guys.

See?

She's not mean.

She's just

a little beefy.

Whoa.

What's it doing?

I think she wants you

to scratch her buns.

Aw. I like that too.

Who's a good cheespider?

She's cute!

But why did she attack us before?

Because we were dressed

like them.

She doesn't like backpacks?

No. It appears she

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