Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs Page #4

Meat.

Okay.

So you know how the grand reopening

of the town is tomorrow?

Well, the mayor has asked me

to cut the ribbon.

He said my invention

saved the town.

Aren't you proud of me?

Well...

...doesn't this steak look

a little big to you?

Yeah, it's a big steak. I mean, every

steak is not exactly the same size.

Did you even hear what I just said?

Son, look around.

I'm not sure this is good for people.

Maybe you should think about

turning this thing off.

It's making everybody happy.

Everybody except you.

When are you gonna accept

that this is who I am...

...instead of trying to get me to work

in some boring tackle shop?

Well...

...you seem like you know

what you're doing, then.

I guess I'll just get out of your way.

Get with the times, man.

I mean, there's no pleasing

that guy.

He just wants to take anything good

I do and just smoosh it.

These are big hot dogs.

Man.

I mean, this isn't that bad.

- Is it, Steve?

- Yellow.

You're right, Steve.

The Dangeometer is in the yellow.

I don't know what to do.

I do...

...declare these hot dogs

to be delicious!

Oh, no.

How did you get in here?

Tomorrow's the big day, Flint.

The entire town's fate is resting

on your food weather.

I'm thinking pasta.

Some light apps.

I know you won't let us down.

Well, Mr. Mayor, I think there's

something you should see.

What?

This is the molecular structure

of a hot dog that fell last week.

And this is the molecular structure

of a hot dog that fell today.

The machine uses

microwave radiation...

...to mutate the genetic recipe

of the food.

The more we ask it to make,

the more clouds it takes in...

...the more radiation it emits, the more

these molecules could over- mutate.

I think that's why the food

is getting bigger.

Here's what I heard:

"Science, science, science, bigger."

And bigger is better.

Everyone's gonna love

these new portion sizes.

I know I do.

My dad thinks I should turn it off.

Geniuses like us are never understood

by their fathers, Flint.

But what if things go--

Who needs the approval

of one family member...

...when you can have it

from millions of acquaintances?

Not to mention that little cutlet,

Sam Sparks.

And me.

I've always felt that you were

like a son to me, Flint.

And I'm gonna be so proud of you

tomorrow when you cut that ribbon...

...save the town...

...and prove to everybody

what a great inventor you are.

So here's the cheese:

You can keep it going...

...get everything

you've ever wanted...

...and be the great man

I know you can be.

Or you can turn it off...

...ruin everything...

...and no one will ever like you.

It's your choice.

Choice.

Choice.

Choice.

Choice.

Choice.

Okay.

I mean, bigger is better...

...right?

Oh, yeah.

Spaghetti. Asparagus. Celery.

Garlic bread. Meatball. Shrimp.

- Looks safe to me.

-And sanitary too.

Who's hungry?

Welcome, tourists,

to Chew And Swallow.

That is one big mayor.

Delight in our nacho-cheese

hot springs.

Allow your kids to eat

all the junk food they want...

...in our completely

unsupervised Kid Zone!

I've got jellybeans for teeth.

And when the fun is done...

...gaze upon the sunset

cresting over Mount Leftovers.

From which we're protected

by a presumably indestructible dam.

We've got people here today

from all around the world...

...from as far as China

to West Virginia.

Also I think there's

some Canadians here.

- You need to look at this.

-Why aren't you on TV?

You're supposed

to be broadcasting this.

There's a problem.

The food's getting bigger.

I know, it's great. Bigger portion sizes.

Everyone loves it.

I'm not sure we're doing

the right thing here.

What if we've bitten off more

than we can chew?

For the first time in my life, everybody

loves something that I've done.

Why can't you just be

happy for me...

...and go say the weather

or something. Jeez.

And without further ado...

...our town's hero

and my metaphorical son...

...Flint Lockwood.

Yeah, Flint.

Thank you. Thank you, everyone.

-Sign my shrimp.

-Thank you.

- Yeah. Yeah.

-I love you.

I admire your quirkiness, dude.

Brent, we're gonna need you

to hand over the ceremonial scissors.

But- -

No.

- You can't. You can't take them. No.

-Here you go.

I'm Baby Brent.

Put your clothes back on.

Who am l?

Go ahead, Flint.

Everybody loves you.

Lockwood! Lockwood! Lockwood!

Lockwood! Lockwood! Lockwood!

Danger. Danger. Danger.

Salt-and-pepper wind?

Oregano.

Sam, wait. No, I can turn it off.

I can turn it off.

All right, kid, it's all gonna be okay.

Oh, no.

- Pardon me.

- Pardon me.

- Excuse me.

-No problem.

No.

- Gummi Bears.

- Not now, Steve.

Condiments? Salt? Pepper?

Flint.

This is Sam Sparks,

live from Chew And Swallow...

...where a spaghetti twister--

Sam, hey, we love a good storm

over here, but you look like a nerd.

Patrick, several children are stranded

in the path of this tomato tornado.

My tummy hurts.

Cal.

What is that, a scrunchie? I haven't

seen one of those since 1995.

What? We have

an actual weather emergency.

Well, we'll get right back

to that storm...

...and hopefully Sam'll look

a little more appealing.

Steve, we just have to upload the kill

code and then we'll shut down the- -

What are you doing here?

I've been ordering dinner

for the last 1 0 minutes.

-ls something going on?

-I've gotta stop the machine.

Everyone's in danger

because of me.

Oh, it can't be that bad.

- No.

- Well, I'm out of here.

I can still stop the order

with the kill code.

-Sending kill code.

- I'm back.

Got to get the button.

Play. Fun. Fun. Play.

Hey, Flint. It's been nice

to beet you.

That's a radish.

That was the only way

to communicate with the machine.

What exactly did you order?

A Vegas-style all-you-can-eat buffet.

Jellybean. Watermelon.

Marshmallow. Pretzel. Sushi.

Cheeseburger. Pretzel. Egg salad.

Strawberry. Marshmallow.

Strawberry.

-ls everyone okay?

- Yeah.

Help, somebody.

Help me, please.

It's my son.

We need a doctor.

Is anyone here a doctor? Anyone?

I am a doctor.

You are?

I was, back in Guatemala.

I came here for a better life.

Pretty great decision, eh?

How is he, doc?

He's in a food coma.

Too much junk food.

I need a celery, stat.

Here you go.

-Daddy?

- Oh, Cal. Cal.

I love you, son.

Looks like everything

turned out okay.

Not yet, it hasn't.

That twister was an amuse- bouche

compared to what's on the way.

- What's an amuse- bouche?

-Manny, patch us through.

Go.

Cute report, Nancy.

Hey. Hey. Four-eyes.

Can it, Patrick.

We are about to be in the epicenter

of a perfect food storm.

It's going to spread

across the globe.

I've calculated the Coriolis

acceleration of the storm system.

First, it'll hit New York...

... then Paris...

... then the Jiayuguan Pass

in eastern China.

And in four hours the entire northern

hemisphere will be one big potluck.

Flint?

Flint?

Hey, Dad.

What are you doing?

Well, I tried to help everybody...

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