Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs Page #5

...but instead I ruined everything.

I'm just a piece of junk.

So I threw myself away.

Along with all these

dumb inventions.

This is junk.

This is junk.

This is junk.

Oh, son. Listen, when your boat is,

when it's listing...

...and if it's not running,

you know--

Don't worry, Dad, I get it.

Mom was wrong about me.

I'm not an inventor.

I should've just quit when you said.

Well...

...when it rains, you put on a coat.

Dad, you know I don't understand

fishing metapho--

What?

My coat.

Come on, Steve.

We've got diem to carpe.

Kill code downloading.

Redesigning. Virtualizing.

Cutting.

Welding. Forging.

-Wiring.

-Helping.

Testing.

Yes.

Flying Car 2.

Now with wings.

Hey, I had a weird dream

like this once.

I have a macaroni

on my head.

Run.

No school!

Still nothing, nothing in the bottom of

the third inning.

Everyone.

I want to apologize.

Especially to you, Sam.

But I have a plan.

This flash drive contains a kill code.

I will fly up into that food storm,

plug it into the machine...

...and shut it down forever...

...while you guys evacuate

the island, using brea--

This is all his fault. Get him.

There he is! Get him!

Get Flint.

Let's rock his car back and forth.

Hey!

This mess we're in

is all our faults.

Me, I didn't even protect

my own son.

Look, I'm as mad at Flint as you are.

In fact, when he gets out of that car,

I'm gonna slap him in the face.

I know Flint Lockwood made the food,

but it was made- to- order.

And now it's time for all of us

to pay the bill.

Thank you, Earl.

-Sorry.

-It's okay.

-Let's go build some boats.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna go build a boat.

I'm coming with you.

You're gonna need someone

to navigate you through that storm.

I can't let you do this alone.

-Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry.

-Are you kidding?

-Well, I just thought that we--

- No.

Okay.

-You are going to need a copilot.

-You're a pilot too?

Yes. I am also a particle physicist.

-Really?

-No, that was a joke.

I am also a comedian.

-Let's do this thing.

-I'm coming too.

Brent, that's okay.

No, it's not okay.

I've been coasting on my fame

since I was a baby.

But it was all just an illusion.

Maybe up there

I'll find out who I really am.

The car's pretty full, so....

Yeah.

Brent.

Okay.

Good luck, son.

Steve.

Pea-soup fog.

Manny, hit the wipers.

There's massive gastro-precipitation

accumulated around the machine.

It's almost as if it's....

Inside a giant meatball.

Water goes in the top...

...a food hurricane

comes out the bottom.

Glad I'm wearing a diaper.

Anybody order pizza?

Hold on.

The pizza's chasing us?

Sentient food? That's impossible.

Unless its molecular structure's

mutated into super food!

That's been genetically engineered

to protect the FLDSMDFR.

Pizza.

Pizza. Pizza. Pizza.

That was close. I mean, can you

imagine if we lost this kill code?

-Tim's Tackle Shop.

- Dad.

You're okay, great.

I need a favor. The fate of the world

depends on it!

Okay, then, skipper.

What do you need?

Go into my lab, get on my computer

and e-mail a file to my cell phone.

All right.

- Want me to drive?

-Yeah, okay.

You're a lot better than me.

Okay, here's the plan:

Sam and I will enter the meateroid

through the intake here...

...which should lead us straight

to the FLDSMDFR.

Manny, you and Steve stay on the

plane. Don't spray that.

Once my dad e-mails me the kill code,

we'll destroy the machine...

...and rendezvous

at the western blowhole in- -

-How long until the world's destroyed?

-Twenty minutes.

Just before then.

What about me, Brent?

What do I do?

You can be president

of the back seat.

Deploy hatch.

Car upside down, go.

Ladies first?

No?

All right.

Wait for me.

Great. Okay, I'm good.

As long as we stay on course,

it should be a straight shot to the--

Yeah!

We're a team.

We've landed here

in some kind of exhaust vent.

If we go this way, the Flamidabager

should be right down this air shaft.

Brent, get out of that pie.

What's that?

Oh, boy.

Welcome, Flint.

That's fry oil.

Flint, you have a call.

Flint, you have a--

Dad. Oh, okay, great.

On the screen there's a file

marked "kill code."

- Wha- -?

-Move that into my e-mail window...

...type in my name, and press send.

- Window?

-Okay, Dad...

...you see the thing that looks like

a little piece of paper?

Use the mouse to drag it.

-Drag it? Drag it.

-Drag it. Drag it.

Right? Okay. Great. Okay, great.

It's not dragging.

Drag it across the desktop.

-That didn't do anything.

- Of course it didn't! You know what?

Go, go, go.

Hoist those sails. Toast that bread.

We are running out of time.

Let's move out. Go, go, go.

We can do it.

Come on, move it, move it.

Good job. That's what I'm talking

about. Everybody head to the docks.

Wait, wait.

I have an important announcement.

See you, suckers.

Bon voyage.

And bon appetit.

- Cal.

- Calvin.

Cal, get back here.

- Foodalanche.

- Cal.

I'm not gonna lose you again.

Baby.

Hold on tight, Calvin.

Everybody head south.

We gotta stay ahead of that storm.

- Now what?

- Just click "send."

Flint, the Fliminadifiserser's

right down there!

-Dad, hurry.

- Send. Send.

Oh, wait.

Dad? Dad? Can you hear me?

Dad?

Hey, guys?

Holy crap balls.

Go, go, go.

I don't know.

I think they're kind of cute.

I mean, this one just walked

right up to me and--

He's got me!

-They ate Brent.

-They ate Brent.

Dad, I'm surrounded

by man-eating chickens right now.

So if this is goodbye...

...thanks for trying

to set me straight.

Figured it out a little late, I guess.

Okay, bye.

Dad.

Hey, give me that phone back.

Baby Brent?

I'm not Baby Brent anymore.

I'm Chicken Brent.

And I'm finally contributing

to society.

Crotch kick.

Now go, you crazy kids,

and save the world.

You did it, Chicken Brent.

You really did it.

Go, go, go.

It should be right down this hole.

That's peanut brittle.

If either one of us touches it,

we'll go into anaphylactic shock.

Actually, I'm not entirely allergic

to peanuts.

I might have just said that

to get you to like me.

So you really thought having allergies

would make you more attractive?

Mustache.

Mus- -

-Sesame bagel.

-Hey, taxi.

- Taxi.

- Taxi.

I asked for extra mustard.

I was right.

Hot tea?

Did he say hot tea?

"You are about to be crushed

by a giant corn."

Run.

It looks like the food storm

is following an unusual pattern...

...of hitting the world's

famous landmarks first...

...and is now spreading

to the rest of the globe.

What the what?

Hurry up, guys.

After I plug my phone into

the FLDSMDFR and destroy it...

...I'll tug on the licorice twice

and you'll pull me back up, okay?

Sounds great.

Oh, no.

You got cut, didn't you?

It's just a scratch.

Brent, you need to take Sam back to

the plane to get her an allergy shot.

Just a second.

What? No.

-Let go, Sam.

-I'm not gonna let you go.

Flint, you'll be stuck down there.

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