1 (birds chirping) FLINT (voice-over): My name is Flint Lockwood. My whole life, I always wanted to be a great inventor, just like my hero. TV ANNOUNCER: The Scientifically Wonderful World of Science, with your host, Chester V. Welcome back, science friends. You know, I have devoted my life to inventing the future, but every dream has a beginning. I still remember my first invention, the humble Food Bar. Whoa! FLINT (voice-over): It was like Chester V was speaking directly to me, using the language of science. Now look at us. Our new Food Bar XL with flavour crystals. -(gasping) -Still making people happy after all these years. Now, kids, you'll almost certainly never be me, but remember, there's no such thing as small science, only small scientists. KIDS: We love you, Chester V! (chuckles) Speaking of small scientists, say goodbye, Barb. -Goodbye, Barb. -(laughs) Can your ideas change the world? Yes. FLINT (voice-over): Just like Chester V, my dream was to make the world a better place. Spray-On Shoes! -Voila! -BOY: How you gonna get them off, nerd? -(laughter, school bell rings) -FLINT: Unfortunately, a lot of people didn't believe in me. But I never gave up. And eventually, I invented this, a machine that could turn water into food. FLDSMDFR: Cheeseburger. It's called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator! Or for short, the FLDSMDFR! FLINT: Because of my invention's food weather, I finally made the world a better place. -Yeah! -(crowd cheering) I love it! FLINT: Or so I thought. When the weather evolved into a disaster of epic portions and the machine started creating dangerous living food, I had to face the truth. It was time to put an end to my FLDSMDFR. FLDSMDFR: Chee... Chee... Chee... Chee... Cheesebur... (powering down) (crowd cheering) FLINT: By destroying my greatest invention, I made something even better: friends. (ratbirds squawking) BOTH: Wow! You made me very proud, son. (muffled): Thank you, Dad. Sorry. Sam Sparks, in the eight minutes since we saved the world, I've had time to reflect. And I think you and I should have a place together. A place? A place where we work. You think we work? Together? -I do. -Awesome! Yes! -FLINT: We could build a lab! -With cool weather forecasting devices! We could invent fantastic machines like the FLDSMDFR. Yeah! But not that one. -No. -Not ever. Never ever, ever! (gasps) What shall we call our lab? Oh, how about Sparkswood? Ooh, Sparkswood. Sparkswood is gonna need some security. And I can be your mascot. And I can be your dad. There are many ways in which I can help. Oh, can't forget you, lab partner. -Steve! -Where'd he get the brown crayon? This could be our future. -(laughter) -Oh, yeah! (chuckles) (Sam and Flint inhale deeply) (motor whirring) (mechanical hissing) (crowd gasping) Greetings, friends. And namaste. -Whoa! Is that... -Chester V?! Moustache. Please have some humanitarian aid as a gesture of our goodwill. (gasps) Chester V! Whoa. Your lab vest looks even cooler in person! Thank you. The lack of sleeves frees up my arms to do this. Whoa. (gasps) Hand, what did you do? There's nothing wrong with your hand, Young Lockwood. You see, I am merely a hologram of the real Chester V. The United Nations has asked me and my Thinkquanauts to assist in the clean-up and containment of the leftovers all over the world. Including your Swallow Falls. (crowd cheering) We'll get started on the clean-up right away. -As soon as you all leave. -(crowd gasps) What? You need us to leave? Listen up, Ghost Man, you expect us to skedaddle from our homes just because of some nasty leftovers? Yes, yes, I do. Son, you can't argue with yellow police tape. Everybody back up! Listen to Ghost Man! But do not fret. All of you will be temporarily relocated to sunny San Franjose, California! BOTH: (gasp) The home of Live Corp! On my word as a hologram, you shall all return home before you know it. -(excited squealing) -(crowd cheering) Except for you, Flint Lockwood. Me? Why? (chuckles) You are going... Wait, wait, wait, no, no, no, where am I going? Oh, please, tell me! Just give it a second. He's buffering. You are going to join me at Live Corp and help us make the world a better place. Sir, that's all I've ever wanted. But I can't. On account of making a promise two minutes ago to build a lab with my friends, sir. I understand, Lockwood. But if you become a Thinkquanaut like me, then all your dreams will come true. You have to do this. What about our dream? Flint, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We're all behind you. Are you guys sure? Sure. This is the best day ever! Sir, I've taken care of everything. The locals have been evacuated. Splendid. And the inventor? -Oh, he took the job. -Outstanding. Now we can keep an eye on him. He has no idea of our real plan. Contact me as soon as Operation Capture the Invention succeeds. AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Live Corp. (whirring, beeping) Cheeseburger. (alarm beeping) -(beeping stops) -Big day, big day, big day, big day, big day! Yes! -Wake up, Steve. Wake up. -Steve. Do I look like a future Thinkquanaut? Morning there, skipper. You want a sardine scramble? No, thanks. Can't be late. Flint, ask that Chester V when he thinks we can go home again. -Morning, Sam. -Morning, Flint. You ready for your first day? Yeah! Are you? Whoa! Sam? Well, this is me. Good luck with your new jobs, guys. -Good luck, Flint Lockwood. -Break a leg, Flint! -Bye. -Adios. # Don't look at me. # It's way too soon to see what's gonna be. Don't look at me. # All my life. # I never knew what I could be, what I could do. # Then we were new. # Ooh-ooh! # Then we were new. # Wow. Good morning, Flint Lockwood and lab partner. -I'm Barb. -(squeals) I know! -I'm a huge fan. -STEVE: Monkey. -Excuse me. I'm an ape. One of Chester V's most brilliant innovations, an orangutan with a human brain within my ape brain! Like a turducken. I'll be your welcome ambassador. Soy latte? Okay. Coffee and milk? (laughs): Whoa! Are you ready to Live? Oh, am I! (chuckles) -Monkey. -Ape. Follow me, boys. Welcome to Live Corp. Wow. There are caffeine stations every ten feet. Soy-free soy latte? Thanks! -Hot! -Not too bad yourself, monkey. Caffeine patches are available 24 hours. Oh, and our mocha-yoga classes are offered in beginner or grande. Over here, indoor sports, those are encouraged. Oh, cool! I've never played volleyball. Well, neither have they. You'll fit right in. Can your ideas change the world? Behold, the motivation pod. -Can your ideas change the world? -(squeals) -I know, right? -Quinoa latte? -Absolutely! -(laughing) -Can your ideas change the world? Yes, Chester V poster! -They can! -Mine, too. -So can mine! -I have great ideas. Absolutely. I've got my idea pants on. Thinkquanauts! Awesome! Hey, hey, excuse me! I'm so looking forward to working with you guy...! (grunts) (groans) That's where we belong, Steve. -Anxious! -(Barb chuckles) That's not even a possibility until our next vesting ceremony. -Oh, what's that? -That's where Chester V handpicks a great inventor -and makes them into a Thinkquanaut. -When? When?! Next one's in six months, so submit your ideas and who knows? -He might choose you. -Really? -Hot chocolate with double-whipped whipped cream? -(nasally): Thanks. -Happy inventing! -(bell dings) -(Flint screaming) (screaming continues) (grunts) (groans) Whew. We're gonna have to get used to that landing. -(knuckles crack) -Okay, Steve, we have six months until the vesting ceremony. Let's do this thing. -Can! -(chuckles) That's the spirit, Steve! Say goodbye to ice cubes with the Re-Freeze-a-Fan! (shivering) CHESTER V: Can your ideas change the world? The Forkenknifenspooninator! CHESTER V: Can your ideas change the world? The Grocery Deliverator! Whoa! Can your ideas change the world? Invisible coffee table! (grunts) Flint. (echoing, repeating): Can your ideas change the world? -TIM: Flint! -(gasps) -(grunts) -(echoing) Can your ideas change the world? -(snoring) -The Celebrationator. A party in a box for any occasion. Okay, Steve, time to celebrate! -Celebrate! -(bell ringing) -Flint! -(dance music playing) -Happy birthday! -Happy birthday, Tim Lockwood! Here you go, Dad. Hope you like it. Steve picked it out. -Steve! -(noisemaker blowing) (applause) Yeah! Yeah! Okay, Steve, like we practised. When I'm up on stage getting my vest, you hit the red button when I say "celebrate." -Celebrate! -Whoa, careful, Steve. -This is a loaded party in a box. -CHESTER V: Hello, Team Live Corp! (crowd cheering) It's a pleasure to welcome you to our annual Thinkquanaut vesting ceremony! Whoo! Chester V! (laughs) I have built the coolest, hippest company in the world. (squeals) As you all know, the Food Bar is the lifeblood of this company, and this year, I've challenged myself to reinvent taste. Ooh. So, in two short weeks, we shall release the new Live Corp Food Bar! Version 8.0! Yes! And now, without further ado, who will be this year's newest Live Corp Thinkquanaut? (crowd gasping) (laughs): Oh, yeah! CHESTER V: We have received thousands of invention submissions, and today one of them will be deemed Thinkquanaut-worthy. Thank you, Barb. (whoops) This person comes from an island. Oh, uh-huh. He's got a memorable mop of unruly hair. -Hair! Hair! -(laughs) That's me! Our newest Live Corp Thinkquanaut is Flint... Yeah! ...ly McCallahan! -No. -Crikey blikey! Yes! For inventing a zero-emission car that runs on cute. (purring) (yowls) This is the greatest day of my life! Didgeridoo! I'm finally a real inventor! (groans) Sorry, Steve. No reason to celebrate. -Celebrate! -Wait, Steve, no, no, no, no! No! -(bell ringing) (dance music playing) (Flint screams) (panting) (crowd murmuring) (laughter) When Tristan was rushed to hospital, I felt... scared. BIRDS CHIRP We're the Katoa twins. We're the Katoa twins. And this started with a sore throat. Yeah, it started with a sore throat, and we just thought that it's gonna go away. This is my boys, Tristan and Justin. When Tristan was rushed to hospital, I felt... scared. They said he had rheumatic fever. I had open-heart surgery. We thought we were gonna lose him. I touched his head, um, then I said to him, 'Oh, have faith. 'Oh, I'm sure that` that we will see each other again.' Sore throats can lead to rheumatic fever and heart damage. If your child has a sore throat, call Healthline on 0800 611 116 for advice. 1 # The inventor walks home. # His confidence shaken. # He's sad and alone, so he calls up a friend.... # Hi, Sam. It's Flint. I see you're live on TV, with a tornado. Probably why you're not answering the phone. (over TV): Thinkquanaut? I think not! (groans) Please call me back. -Okay. Bye. -(phone beeps) (chattering) (sighs) Bad news, sir! We lost contact with search teams X and Y. -What?! -Yeah! The situation is grim, sir. Still no sign of the FLDSMDFR. Should I send in Team Z? Are you mad, Barb? We'll be all out of alphabet. Look, we're running low on Thinkquanauts. (groans) We need someone expendable. Someone who knows the island inside and out. Someone who's smart but still naive. Someone who idolises me, has recently hit rock bottom and will now do just about anything I ask. Where we gonna find someone so desperate? I think we already have. (groans) (sniffs) Sprinkles! -Fire! (squeals) -Flint, who's number one? Oh. -Ta-da! -(Flint sobbing) Hey, Flint, I got your message! Oh, no. What happened to you? (Flint wails loudly) (sniffs, whimpers) Flint, everyone gets humiliated on national television. It's not that big a deal. Yeah, but not everyone gets humiliated in front of their childhood hero. I'll never be a real inventor in Chester's eyes. Mom gave me this lab coat because she always dreamed I'd do great things. -Now I guess I won't. -Now that's a big bucket of chum. Flint, you don't need Chester's approval. You can still make the world a better place without an orange vest. I don't get vests. Is it winter on your torso and summer on your arms? (sighs) For what it's worth, the people who really care about you think you look great in your lab coat. -Goodnight, Mr. Lockwood. -Goodnight, my dear. (door closes) Hey. Look, son. This, uh, Chester V guy-- he promised us we'd be home before we know it. Well... ...we darn sure know it, and we're not home. So, I-I say, you, me and your friends-- we-we take the boat. We can go fishing every day. And if there's still a mess on the island, we can go clean it up ourselves. Dad, please. I'm not into fishing. And clean-up? You're way too old to be doing that kind of work. I'm only 49. (doorbell rings) BARB: Flint Lockwood, please. Oh, Flint, um... there's, um... C-Could you come to the door please? I think it's that monkey in your poster. What?! No! (gasps loudly) Barb? -(gasps) -Shh. Good day. -I'm afraid I have something very important to discuss. With you. -AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Live Corp. Chester V wants to see me? (bell dings) Follow me. FLINT: Whoa. (Steve whimpers) (Flint gasps) Ah, Young Lockwood. Chester V! Uh, sir, I can explain everything. I thought I was gonna meet the real Chester V. You are. Oh, not me. Him. Yes, it's me. Sorry about that. My holograms and I were having an urgent brainstorming session. (shrieks) Mr. V! You're real! I'm so excited to be here and to get this opportunity -to show you my inventions! -Huh? Hold on, hold on. That's not why I brought you here tonight. Our clean-up operation back on Swallow Falls has met with unexpected complications. This is a photograph before we began our clean-up. And this... was three days ago. -(gasps) -It gets worse, Flint. -There's only two of us left! We need help! -(loud crash) (screaming) What... is that thing? Cheesy. It appears to be a living cheeseburger. With French-fry legs and sesame seed eyes! Living food? Oh, no. This could only mean one thing. The FLDSMDFR survived the explosion. And it's still operating. This is what worries me most. (roars) They're trying to learn to swim. If they succeed and get to the mainland, they will destroy monuments all around the world, including the one monument your food storm didn't destroy. Not Lady Liberty. I've got to destroy the FLDSMDFR, but how?! Well, my Thinkquanauts have invented this. A BS-USB. Or BSUSB. A Bifurcating Systematic Universal Stop Button! Precisely! It would destroy the machine and everything it created. But we cannot find your FLDSMDFR. We've searched everywhere and failed. Chester, I'll find the machine. I invented it. I can fix this! Brilliant! But are you sure you want to take this on alone? Yes! Wait, did you say "alone"? Alone it is, then. If you succeed, you'll be more than just a Thinkquanaut. You'll be my hero. -Your hero? -Yes, my hero. Your mission must be kept a secret. We don't want to create a worldwide panic. You mustn't tell anyone, not even your closest friends and family. Sir, I won't tell a soul. Sam! Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam! I got to tell you a secret! Sam! Big news: I'm going back to Swallow Falls to destroy the FLDSMDFR, which is creating deadly food monsters which are trying to learn to swim so they can attack Lady Liberty! Sam? Wait, you're doing this alone? Well, yeah, but please don't tell Dad. If he finds out I'm going back to Swallow Falls, -he's gonna want to come, too. -(snoring) Well, I'm coming. What?! No! I promised Chester V I would go alone. There's no talking you out of this, is there? -Nope. -Wait! Sam, it's gonna be deadly dangerous with a good chance of death. That's why we'll need help. Triple decaf mochaccino-boba-latte with skim, soy and nutmeg sprinkle? -FLINT: I'd like to order something strong! -(cup breaks) (growls) Wait your turn, fancy pants! -Flint Lockwood and Sam Sparks! -(cup shatters) -(Sam laughs) -And Steve, too! -Juicy! -Earl, we need your help. Swallow Falls is overrun with deadly food monsters. Hey! Where's my coffee? Coffee?! I'm not a barista! I'm a polista! (growls) Let's ride! Yeah! Can I come, too, Dad? Son, you are my beautiful precious little angel, but I cannot let you come with me. Not until you get your first chest hair. I have chest hair. (gasps) It's just like mine. Wait a minute! That's not a chest hair! That's cupcake frosting! Tell your mom that I'm getting our home back! 'Sup? Sponge. Forceps. A swab. SAM: Manny, we need your help. I can drop everything. Camera. (moo echoes) # Chick 'n' sushi, get it while it's cold! # Hoo! -Yo, Chicken Brent! -In the flesh! (clucks): Uh-oh! Swallow Falls is in trouble. Will you help us? You bet I will. I just need someone to cover my shift. Thanks, tree. (grunting) Okay, gang, we'll be travelling to the island using my Grocery Deliverator! (machine whirring) (electricity humming, crackling) All right, who wants to go first? -Hungry! -Yes, Steve, hungry for adventure! -(Steve squawks) -See you on the island, my brave lab partner. Afraid! It worked! Banana! Banana! Banana! (grunting musically) I guess it only works on food. Got to fix that. (ship horn blows) Ahoy there, skipper, my boy! -Dad! -Tim Lockwood?! -Mr. Lockwood?! Dad, no. How did you know we were here? I could see you from the apartment. (sighs) Flint, if you're going home, so am I. Dad, the island's gonna be very dangerous and... I was born on the island, and I want to die on that island. Just like your mom. Besides, I know that place like the inside of a tackle box. I want to help. -No! -Flint, let him help. -The man does have a boat. -Which is twice as many boats as we have. Vamonos, muchacho. Fine, but we'll get there faster if we use the Grocery Deliverator. -(Steve grunting wildly) -(Flint screams) Okay, okay, we'll take the boat! (whistle blowing) Shovin' off! # 99 buckets of chum on the boat # # 99 buckets of chum... # # 19 buckets of chum on the boat # # 19 buckets of chum # # You hold your nose and out one goes # # There's 18 buckets of chum on the boat. # We'll be there in two flaps of a sardine's fluke! Thanks, Dad! Okay, when we land at Swallow Falls, our first objective is to get to my lab. I can use my old computer to pinpoint the FLDSMDFR's location. Once we find it, we can shut it down with the utterly irreplaceable BS-USB. (computer beeping) What if you don't find it? I have to. It's my machine. If the world gets destroyed by these, it's my fault. I can't let that happen. Land ho! Land ho! If we all work together, this should be easy as... Pie! (grunts) -Oh, no! We're... -Toast! -EARL: French toast! -This is totally... -Bananas! I was gonna say "nuts," but now I'm afraid to! (Steve squawking) Uh-oh. (screaming) Whoa, whoa. (dock clattering) (ship thumps on ground) (distant growl) -Home! -No, Steve, wait! The jungle's no place for a monkey! Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! -Manny, are you getting this? -MANNY: I certainly am. Flint, look! The climate has shifted dramatically to allow this much vegetation to grow. (distant growl) (low growling) -(ratbirds squealing) -Aah! Sam! Ratbirds! (ratbirds squawking) TIM: Okay, then. All ashore that's going ashore! Dad, this place is really dangerous. I'd feel better if you stayed here on the boat, where it's safe. Safe? I-I want to help. I'd never forgive myself if you got eaten by a cheespider. He's right, Tim Lockwood. Don't worry, we'll get your home back. (sighs) Well, fine. Thanks, Dad. We'll try to be back before suppertime. Okay? Sure. (birds chirping) (grunts) (grunting) Whoa. Look what's happened to our town. (grunting) Look. There's my angel son Cal's old preschool. Hmm. (gasps) My old van. (gasps) Look! An old thing that I've never seen before! That's where the Thinkquanauts were attacked by a cheespider. BRENT: It's like a cheesy spider web. Made of cheese! Let's get out of here! No, wait. What if there's a survivor in there? Stand back, everybody. (grunts) I'm gonna cut the cheese! (farts) Uh, that was the cheese. Hello? Anybody in here? -(clucks loudly) -Shh! (whispers): Sorry. Ha! Hmm. (gasping) -Wow. -That is the biggest strawberry I've ever seen in my life. -Is it heavy? -(grunts): Yeah. But other than that, it looks like a perfectly normal fresh delicious strawberry. (all screaming) N-woo? (screams) -N-woo? -Oh, it's moving! -(babbling) (laughs) Oh, that was a close one. (gasps) You got a little someone stuck to your pants. (screams) Get it off! Get it off me! Sam! Sam! -(whimpers) -Hey, wait, wait. Stop. Sam, don't touch it! Put it down! Put it down. -Look at him. -(strawberry cooing) (screaming) Seriously? Oh. I think I'll name him Barry. Okay, Sam, could you please put Barry down. Look, we have to get to the FLDSMDFR, so we can shut it down with this utterly irreplaceable BS-USB. Hey! That's not for you! I need that. Please? That BS-USB is really important. -N-woo? -N-woo, yes. -N-woo? -Hi, N-woo. Hey, want to hand it to me, buddy? -(grunting quizzically) -I beg you. -Please? -(gasps) -Please! -N-woo! N-woo, N-woo, yes! (laughs): Yes, there you go. No! (giggles, babbles) (giggling) FLINT: Don't let him get away! (clucks) -(Barry giggling) -Stop! Stop! Gotcha! -N-woo? -Aah! Here, you take it, you take it. (shudders) You're gonna have to carry him until he passes the BS-USB. And by "pass," you mean... -(gasping) -Yes. Look, we better get a move on before we run into any more of these creatures. (exaggerated gasping) (foodimals squawking, bellowing) (chirping) Oh, it's so beautiful! It's enough to make a grown man cry. But not this man. Get back in there, tear. Wow, I can't believe the FLDSMDFR created... all of this. -(gasps) Where's Barry?! -Whee! (giggling) -Uh-oh. -Aah! Aah! Just a little bit closer. I can get him, I can get him. Come on, Earl, faster! -Look at the mangos. -You mean flamingos. Flamangos! There's a bunch of shrimp! They look like chimpanzees. BOTH: Shrimpanzees! Those are some tasty-looking jellyfish. Oh! What's that one over there? -SAM: That's just a tomato. -(tomato whimpers) -Barry! Come on! -(Barry giggles) Chester gave me that BS-USB. -It's really important! -Oh! -Shrimpanzee! Shrimpanzee! -Steve! Steve! -Shrimpanzee! -Shove. -Steve! -There's a leek in the boat! (screaming) EARL: Hold on, everyone! This ain't gonna be no picnic. FLINT: Stop! Get back here. Keep it steady, Earl! -SAM: Watermelophants! -(screaming) (giggling) -(watermelophant trumpets) -(people screaming) -Barry, grab my hand! -(Barry giggling) Barry! BARRY: Whee! (giggles) (police siren whoops) -Freeze, Berryman! -Thanks, Earl. (groans) Okay, come here. You have caused enough trouble for one day. -BRENT: Susheep! -MANNY: Cantalopes. I can't believe your machine reprogrammed itself to create this entire ecosystem of living food. How is that even possible? I have no idea. Best we don't think about it. The world should know about this. Manny, is your camera still working? MANNY (over speaker): Of course. I've been rolling since we landed. So much for keeping this a secret. We can't let these friends tell the world anything. (groans) What we need to do is go there 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! FLINT: Oh, Earl? Pull over there. -Duck! -Duck? I love... (clucks, groans) (wires vibrating) (growls) (whoops) Yeah! You guys, that wasn't so bad. Yeah, well, be thankful we didn't run into a... -cheespider! -(roaring) Run! Cheesy! Cheesy! Cheesy! -Manny! -Whoa! -(bellowing) -Wait for me! (screaming) (screams) (gasping) (clucks): Uh-oh! (screaming) I'm glad you're still wearing that diaper. I wish I brought a fresh one! Hey, guys, down this alley! Oh, no. Dead end! (cheespider grumbles) (growling) (screaming) (roaring) (motor whirring) (grumbles) -Ghost Man? -Greetings, and namaste. Chester V! You're-you're here! That's right, Young Lockwood. And by the looks of things, just in time. One minute later, and we would've been food for that food. Flint, I thought you said you were going to complete this mission alone. -Can I say something? -(gasping) -Apparently, you can. -This is Barb, my number two. -Why are you carrying a strawberry in your backpack, miss?! -(Barry shudders) Stand back, everyone! Hey, stop. You're scaring him. "Scaring him"? Oh, please. It's probably got a mouth full of fangs. (hissing) Now you're scaring me. I've been carrying him, and he hasn't hurt anyone. I'm sorry, are you a scientist? As a matter of fact, I am... -She's a meteorologist. -Meteorology. (chuckles): Oh, I love it. The science of smiling and having pretty hair -while you point at a map. -You know, actually, it's a very important job... -Meteorology is a comprehensive analysis of atmospheric cond... -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 a, uh... What... you know what he did? Um... (sighs) He, uh, he ate the BS-USB. (gasps) Not the BSUSB. -I'm on it. -EARL: Watch out! -She got a knife! -Ooh! If you touch a leaf on his head... Step away from the berry, madam. (grunts) That orange hairy lady scared the jam out of him! N-woo? (babbling) 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. -(groans) -It won't be long before those malicious melons, pernicious pickles, -(gasps) -and belligerent burgers learn to swim and make their way to the mainland! -(squeaks) -What is your plan? Um, 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. (chanting): Safe, safe, safe, safe... I believe my Sentinels of Safety are better equipped to lead us in their robo-suits. (groans) N-woo? 1 (ship creaking) "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. (doorbells jingle) (motor starts) What? There's no sardines? Had to be looters. Ah, vintage Baby Brent. (sniffs, sighs) -(grunts) -(doorbells jingle) (chattering) Oh, chum. (chattering) (gasps) (chattering) No, no! Uh-huh, yeah. I-I like them, too. I-I do. I-I love them. Mine, no, no, mine. Off. Off. Mine. No, no. Mine. -Mine. Off. -(squealing) (shouting) Hey, hey, hey, easy, you guys. Come on, you could lose an eye. Look, I'll tell you what. You want more sardines, I-I can get you more sardines. (Brent straining) Hey, thanks for loaning me these skinny jeans, Flint. -Those aren't skinny jeans. -Nope. -My feet are turning purple. Is that bad? -(distant chirping) -Uh-oh. -(ground rumbling) Bananostrich! (screams) Go, go, go! Come on, Brent! STEVE: Banana! Banana! Banana! (grunting) (groans) That bunch of bananostriches nearly split us. -(Flint groans) -Are you okay? Oh, my gosh. My house! Home, home, home, home, home, home! Oh, my gosh. Your lab. (creaking) -Oh, crapballs. -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 to support a small team. Onwards and upwards. Right, sir. To the lab! Sentinels, keep the locals safe. -(grunts) I'll keep them safe. -Hey, guys, where you going? Guys, hey, wait for me! Uh-oh! Um, little help? (clanking) Spooky. Spooky is right, Steve. (shouts) I say, this laboratory of yours is a wonder of engineering. Really? Thank you, sir. Initiating backup power. (imitating beeps) (whirring) AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Welcome, Fl-Fl-Flint. FLINT: Oh, my computer's dead. The fate of the world is depending on us. -Think, Lockwood. -(snaps fingers) Well, if I could pull the hard drive, there's enough equipment in this lab that I could build a tracking device. -Whoa! -Flint! -(Flint gasping) -I say, Young Lockwood, what extraordinary underpants. Thank you, sir. -They're my wedgie-proof underwear. -(Sam gasps) I, uh, I invented them when I was six. I had no idea we were so alike. Except I invented mine when I was three. (Flint and Chester V laugh) You guys have been wearing the same underwear -since you were kids? -(Steve squawks) -FLINT and CHESTER V: Yes. -Excuse me. How do you expect us to get the hard drive with all that electrified water? (sizzling) We dangle! Come, Lockwood, give the monkey your underpants. What?! Lay on, Young Lockwood! Whoa! Whoa! (laughing) Whoa. -Wh-Wh-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... (screaming) 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? -(gasps) A bully can never be your friend. -Never? -Remember the ancient Chinese proverb... (speaking Mandarin) Huh? "Stew offered by a bully is poisoned broth." Wow, stew? I have so much to learn. (shouting) -Whoa! (laughs) -Oh! Mission accomplished. Indeed, Young Lockwood. Indeed. -(underwear snaps) -(Flint and Chester V gasp) -(grunting) -BRENT: Help! -Ay, caramba. -Help! -Come on, guys! Get me ou... -(rumbling) (Brent grunts) You okay, Earl? My chest hairs have been tingling all day. Ah, don't worry. Live Corp sentinels have danger-sensing fibers built into their chest plates. Bravo, Lockwood. With luck, we'll survive the night. (bellowing) (whirring, beeping) Mmm, sounds like midnight snacks. Mmm, 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. FLINT: Hey, guys. Oh, that smells good. Hey, Flint, want to try some of this special stew? I saved you a bowl. (singsong): It's killer. Killer stew? (gasps) (speaking Mandarin) No! Thank you... Brent. Ever since that Ghost Man 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. Yeah, well, you karate-chopped Manny's stew out of Brent's hands. You hurt their feelings. Sam, you wouldn't understand. (speaking Mandarin) I do understand. But you're forgetting that... (speaking Mandarin) -Huh? -"A bully turned friend will be friend to the end." Listen... Brent came here to help you. We all did. (imitates whirring) 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. 1 (squawks) (ship horn blowing) (engine chugging) Okay, guys, we're here. Hey, hey, hey, hey. That is not for you. -(chattering) -All right, let's get to it. (chattering) Okay. You got this, right? Okay. Then you want to put one of these on there, like that. (chattering continues) No, no, 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? Now, how would you like it if he was shoving you? Okay, now, watch. Are you watching? One and a-two and three! Catch the big one! Yeah, good, huh? -It's called fishing. -(pickles gasp) (excited chattering) (playing harmonica) # 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. # -(harmonising) (whistle blows) I tell you, if only Flint liked fishing as much as you guys. (chuckles) Why am I talking to a pickle? (Sentinels grunting in unison) (screeching) Dangerous food creatures detected. -Stay put. We'll find and destroy them. -(grunting continues) (giggles) Barry! You can't be here. (grunting continues) -You better hide him. -N-woo. -FLINT: Okay, gang, today's the day we find the FLDSMDFR. Sam, I was thinking about what you said last night. -BARRY: N-woo? -What? -Me, too! Right. Well, listen, I have been acting weird, but it's only because I'm under a lot of pressure. -N-woo? -What? So true. But-but I'm also doing this for us. You see, uh, 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... -Oh, Lockwood! How goes the inventing? Uh, very good, sir. Uh, 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. -(screeching) -All I have to do now is cut the leg holes. Ooh! Huh, well, maybe it's better here. Huh. Great idea, Sam. -And, guys, you can help me by... -(chuckles) Excuse us. Your friends are distracting you from our mission. Distracting? (Earl growls) My chest hairs just don't trust that Chester. We should be hunting the FLDSMDFR, not chit-chatting. -But, sir, I... -You're heading into the deepest, darkest part of the jungle. -(gasps) -You need to focus on saving the world. Be a hero. -Okay. You're right, sir. -Excellent! Let's go! (growls) Okay, Barry, time to go home now. -(purring) -(chuckles): Okay, okay. -Okay, one more hug, Barry. -Barry? Right. "Barry." You Barry. B-Barry. And I'm Sam Sparks. S-Sa-Saspa! -Great! Sam... -FLINT: Come on, Sam! Coming! Okay, Barry, time to go home now. Now go. Now you go on home. Bah. Bye. Huh? Saspa? (Barry chattering) (pizza speaking gibberish) Hot dog, hot dog. (strawberries whooping, laughing) (rattling, hissing) (chattering, giggling) Huh? (squealing) (ground thumps) (ground thumping) (growling) Tacodile. Supreme! (roars) Holy guacamole! I got this, bro. I'm okay! Up there! Hurry, Sam! (screaming) Barb! (screaming continues) You okay? (panting): Uh-huh. (growling) Freeze! (roars) Come on, let's go! Let's get out of here! -Vamonos, muchachos. -Bravo, Young Lockwood, bravo. (yipping) (gasps) A mother? FLINT: Sam! Saspa! Butter. Parkay. Almost there. (grunts) -The FLDSMDFR should be just across this syrup bog. -BRENT: This is syrup? -Syrup is my favourite. -(buzzing) -Darn mosquitoasts! CHESTER V: Don't worry, man-baby. They, like all the other abominable food monsters, will soon be no more. SAM: Wait, Flint. What if we're making a big mistake? Mistake? About shutting off the FLDSMDFR. Some of these creatures, they're incredible. CHESTER V: 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... -(buzzing) BARB: Mosquitoast! Was gonna bite you. See? Even the tiniest creatures are attacking us. SAM: 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. -Ow. -Food that is not friendly. -Food that cannot love! -Ow. SAM: 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... just not right now. -Uh-oh! -Wrong answer. -STEVE: 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! Sam...! Hey, Earl, would you talk to her? You bet I will. Hey, Sam, wait for me! Adios. Sayonara. Goodbye, Senor Lockwood. -Bye, Flint. -Steve! Et tu, Steve? Oh, what just happened? You've made the right choice, son. Sentinels, keep them safe. (thunder rumbling softly) 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 got to be inside that big rock candy mountain! This is exactly why I wanted you on this mission. Sally forth, Lockwood. (thunder rumbling) 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. (cheespider hisses) -(screams) -(roaring) Stop right there, cheese monster! Nobody eats my friends on my watch! (shouting) (grunting) No, Earl, wait. Chester's been lying to us about these creatures, and I am going to prove it. -Sam, don't do it! -(roaring) It's foodicide! Danger, danger, danger, danger! Nice cheespider. (gasps) -(panting) -Oh. Ugh. -Yellow. -Dude. You got special-sauced! (chuckles) It's okay, guys. See? She's not mean. She's just a little beefy. (panting) Whoa. What's it doing? I think she wants you to scratch her buns. Ah, I like that, too. Who's a good cheespider? (chuckles) She's cute! But why did she attack us before? 'Cause we were dressed like them. BRENT: She doesn't like backpacks? No, it appears she doesn't like Live Corp. The food creatures know something we do not. -(gasping) -Gasp! -Who's Evel? Not "Evel." Evil. I knew it! Chester's up to something terrible. We have to warn Flint. Let's ride! Run! (crying) Huh? You're not warning anyone about anything. Oh, crapballs. (angry chattering) (thunder rumbling) (gasps) Magnificent. The FLDSMDFR must be up there. (gasping) A very unpleasant fall. Finish the job, Lockwood. Yes, sir. (screams, grunts) (panting) (sighs) Whoa! Whoa! Made it! -(beeping) -(gasping) FLDSMDFR. Look, I'm sorry I have to do this to you... again, but I can't let your swimming cheespiders destroy Lady Liberty, or the world. -(mechanical humming) -(gasps) Whoa. FLDSMDFR: Marshmallow. (purring) They're like a family. (purring continues) Sam was right. This is a mistake. (laughing) Oh, dear! -Sir! Uh, sir? -There it is... -Wait. -...in all its glory. Chester, look, I-I can't do this. -Oh, okay. I will. -What? Wait. Chester, wait. We can't destroy it. -(gasps) -Let go of me, Lockwood. No, sir, I can't let you do this. (grunting) (groans) No! No! No! (beeping, rattling) AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Live Corp. The BS-USB... reprogrammed it? It was never gonna turn off the machine. A BS-USB? Hello. Your machine is what I wanted all along. You... lied to me. Of course I lied to you. I knew you'd eventually fall for these pathetic creatures. But... but you were my idol. My whole life, I looked up to you. I wanted to be you. Oh, Lockwood. I was just using you to get your invention. We're ready. Launch Operation Slice and Dice. (laughs) (groans) (plant hissing) (marshmallows chattering) And now that I've got what I want, I no longer need you. I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go. Wait, wait, wait. No, no, please. (screaming) (Tim laughs) (plants hissing) -Oh. That's not natural. -(pickles chattering urgently) No, no, no, no, no, no. Easy, easy, you guys. Don't cry. (trumpets) (screaming) Huh? (screaming) Okay, Steve. If me and you put our two brilliant minds together, -we will get out of here. -Steve? Brent, do you ever get the feeling that maybe Steve Lockwood is just a monkey? Why would you say that about him, Earl? Why would you ever say that? Of course he's just a monkey. How stupid are you people? No one should ever put any trust in a monkey. Chester thinks you're a monkey. Well, I'm an ape. Chester knows that. But he calls you a monkey. -Ooh! -It is true; he does. He's just joking around. Chester's my best friend. If Chester was really your friend, would he still call you a monkey? 1 (trilling) (chattering) (whistling) (chattering) (chattering) Flint. -Dad. -What's happening, son? You-you look terrible. -What's with all of them? -They saved my life. (purring) I let Chester steal the machine and now he's starting Operation Slice and Dice. Come on, son, you're really not making any sense. Look, Chester's gonna wipe out all the foodimals. (trilling, purring) My friends tried to tell me they were good, but I didn't listen. Everything I touch just gets ruined. -BARRY: N-woo! -Barry? N-woo! Barry. I'm so sorry I misjudged you. I should've listened to Sam. -Sa-Saspa. Sa-Sa-Sam. -What is it, Barry? What are... Wait, what are you trying to say? (grunting, squeaking) Saspa! Saspa! Saspa! Sa! Sa-Saspa. -Sassy pants. -Dad. Saspa! Saspa! Sam and the gang? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. -(grunts) -Oh! Oh! It looks like a, uh, a, uh, a Sentinel of Safety. (grunting, shouting) Aha! Sassy pants! Sassy pants? No, Dad. He's saying Sentinels captured Sam and the gang. Nebba, nebba... ee... nebba, nebba. And they're being held in the factory? We got to get them out of there. But how? There's just two of us. (Barry jabbering) BARRY (echoing): N-woo! (rumbling) (trilling, chattering) -(grunting) -N-woo! (deep growling) N-woo! Hey, what's-what's with all the "N-woos"? Why do they have my TV? Water goes in the top, and food comes out the bottom. Nnnnn-wooooo... Nnnnn-wooooo... What's it, broken or something? What's it doing? BARRY: N-woo... N-woo... Aah! Here, you take it, you take it. (shudders) FOODIMALS: N-woo... It's saying that... that I'm N-woo. FOODIMALS (chanting): N-woo... N-woo... Flint, they came here to help. We all did. It's time to let us. Uh-huh! Okay, I don't know if you can understand me. I know you think I'm N-woo... BARRY (translating): I know you think I'm N-woo. But the truth is, I'm no N-woo. -I'm just a man. -(Barry continues translating) A man who's made a lot of mistakes in the last couple of days. And now my friends are in a lot of trouble, thanks to me. Someone once told me that I didn't need friends. That I could accomplish more by myself. I know now more than ever that he was wrong. We need all the friends we can get. And I need your help-- all of you. -Fruits, vegetables and meat! -(foodimals grunting, squawking) I need you to help me to get into that factory, save our friends and get our home back! (cheering, growling) Okay, now I just got to figure out how to get in there. With the right rod and tackle, I could cast you up into that unfinished part of the factory. Should be a piece of cake. Hmm? Dad, let's go fishing. (whooping, jabbering) Wildebeets! Meatballrus! Go, go, go! Watermelophant, do your thing! (roars) (chattering) Spray-On Shoes. Hair Un-Balder. Grocery Deliverator. Helmet. Got it! Ready when you are, Dad! Ready, skipper, my boy. (beeps) (grunts) It's too heavy! FLINT: Whoa-oh-oh-oh! Aah! Whoa, whoa! Here comes the cavalry. FLINT: No way! Subs! -Subwhales! -Subwhales! (subwhales growl) TIM: Prepare to release lure. Hit it, Sweet. (whooping, cheering) Catch the big one, buddy. Yes! Uh... we have a problem. N-woo, in here. -(foodimals screeching, roaring) -Oh, no. What's going on? Sam's backpack. They were here! -(Flint screams) -(cheespider growls) (gasping) Good cheespider. Saspa? (jabbering) (jabbering) Got it, Barry. Deeba-dooba, boo-bah-dee, bah-bah, doo-bah-dee. Thanks, cheespider. (deep, rumbling): N-woo! (frantic grunting) Mm! Barry, use the Grocery Deliverator to save your friends. I'll go save mine. (exclaims) (screams) In, in, in, in. Aah! There's a leek in my boat. -(foodimals yelling) -Flint! Move, move, move, move, move! Hey, freeze! Move, move, move, move. Uh-oh. ALL: Food fight! (excited grunting) Crab cakes! -(squeaky chittering) -Oh! (rattling, hissing) Run! Oh! I'm all cheesed up! (grunts) (screaming) SENTINEL: Retreat! Retreat! (beeping) (grunting) -(chuckles) -AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Head scan complete. (chattering) (grunting) (screams) (giggling) Lockwood? You're still alive? That's right. Hands up! Give me back my friends! Of course! I have them right here. -Hey, Flint. -Sam! Guys! Chester, let them go! Oh, don't worry, Lockwood, I'll let them go. (claps) Right into my super-sized Food Bar machine. SAM/EARL/BRENT/MANNY: Food Bars? Food Bars? You're going to turn them into Food Bars? (chuckles): Yes. Food Bars. The lifeblood of my company. I learned your FLDSMDFR food is far more delicious than "food" food. So using your foodimals as ingredients would make my products super-delicious! I had to have your invention. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it. (chuckles) Until... you helped me. (gasps) FLINT: FLDSMDFR! FLDSMDFR: Watermelon! (low, muffled crying) You're a monster! Those are living creatures. Yes, that's the problem. Food with legs is much harder to catch. They hide, they fight back, they want to live. Ugh! But now that I control your FLDSMDFR, I can pave your island and work in complete secrecy. Live Corp will remain the coolest, hippest company in the world with a new Food Bar version 8.0! I never should've believed in you. Yes, that was quite foolish. Now, if you want your friends back, I suggest you drop your cans. Don't do it, Flint! Save the island! But you are my island. Ew! Okay, first, shut up. Then drop the cans, or I drop your friends. Okay, okay, okay, okay. There. Oh, no, Flint. This is embarrassing. I changed my mind. Please understand, I can't leave any witnesses. (gasps) -Barb, grind them. -But, sir, I didn't think we were going... This is why I work alone. Monkey! You are dismissed. And now, without further ado... -Flint, hurry! -(screaming) Why won't this go faster? Give me that controller! Sure. Come and get it. (holograms laughing) But which one of us has it? Is it me? -Or me? -Oh! Earl! Can't you break us out of here? Yellow police tape! The one thing I can't break. (frantic grunting) Ha-ha-ha! Forkenknifenspoonator! Sam, guys, listen. Invisible coffee table! I'm sorry I was such an idiot. Uh, Flint, that's true, but now may not be the time. Please, please, just let me finish. I took you all for granted, and I should have listened to you. Okay, go on. But hurry! The truth is, I need each and every one of you guys. You're more than my friends; you're my family. -(grunts) -CHESTER V: How sweet. Note to self: put that on their tombstones. -Good one, Chester! -Bravo! -Brilliant, sir. Don't you see, Young Lockwood, these friends are the reason you keep losing. Well, it's better than ending up alone like you. Ha-ha! I'm not alone! I've got holograms! (grunts) Flint! Why don't you throw him a... party. HOLOGRAMS: We love parties. Party? (gasps) Party! Party's over, Lockwood. No...! Not yet. I think it's time to celebrate... (echoing): celebrate... -(screeching) -(slow-motion yelling) Ce... le... -...brate...! -Yes! (dance music playing) Ow! Thanks, lab partner. Helping! Guys, I'm so sorry for being such a... -Chester! -Okay, I guess I deserve that. No, Flint! Chester! (chuckles): I've got what I want. Enjoy your friends, Lockwood. FLINT: No! No! Don't do this! (laughs) Oh! Huh? Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Food! (roaring) Anybody gonna be keeping folks safe in this town, it's me. (clucks): Uh-oh! Tacodile supreme. (roaring) -It's over, Chester. -Moustache. Now hand over the FLDSMDFR. No! Never! Chester, there's nowhere to go. That's what you think. Save me, monkey! I'm an ape! Bad monkey! Give that back! Bad monk... Oh! (screaming) My holograms! Save me! -We're here for you. -You've got it. -You're going to be fine. -We'll save you. Ah. You see, Flint? With my holograms... Oh, fudge. I saved myself. (burps) (squeaks) Ugh! That will leave a bad taste in your mouth. -Ugh. -(Barb clears throat) Uh, I believe this belongs to you. (foodimals chirping, chittering) Here you go, pal. Gosh, I hope this works. (quiet rattling) (electricity whirring) Pickle! Cheeseburger! Leek! Strawberry! -Lemon! Shrimp! Banana! -Yes! (laughing) (foodimals cheering) (foodimals chittering) (both screaming) (foodimals chirping) It's enough to make a grown man cry. And that's okay. (sniffles) You go right ahead, tear. (coos) (yells) Guys... do you think we could still work together? I think we will work great together. Come on, bring it on in, Barb. (laughs) (laughter) Ah, this is nice. Ape! Monkey. I'm proud of you, son. Thanks, Dad. But there's one last thing I need to do. Okay, now, son. Now, once you put it on like that, all you have to do is cast it. So, like this? -(grunts weakly) -(rod splashes) No, no, no, no, no. Here, let-let me show you how. See, it's all in the wrist, like this. -Catch the big one, boy. -Am... am I fishing? -Yup. -I'm fishing! Wh-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You've got a live one. Now, reel him in, Flint. -(grunting) -That's it. Steady, steady. Ooh. He's a fighter! (squeals) I got one! -I got one, Dad! -Okay. Can we do this again? Like, all the time? You betcha, skipper. SAM: Aw. (laughs) Sam, guys, I caught my first fish! -Yay! -(Brent whoops) -Way to go, Flint! -Woo-hoo! EARL: Flint Lockwood, you are a fisherman. STEVE: Happy! BRENT: Hey, look, rainbows! (fireworks popping) (thunder rumbling softly) (shrieks) 1 (clucks): Uh-oh! (laughter) Uh-oh. (horns honking) (laughter) (jabbering) (crowd laughing) (buzzing) (record scratches, music stops) (dramatic orchestral music playing) (crowd screaming) (music resumes) (music ends) (chatters quietly) -(chattering) -Hi, Steve. Hello, Steven. I'm Barb. So, do you want to go get coffee sometime? -Dinner! -Even better! -(Barb laughing) -(Steve squawking)