Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 22013

[Flint and the gang are walking in the Breakfast Bog, getting close to the FLDSMDFR.]

Flint:
Almost there. The FLDSMDFR should be across this syrup bog.

Brent:
[awed] This is syrup? Syrup is my favorite. [smacks a mosquitoast] Darn mosquitoasts!

Chester:
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?

Flint:
Mistake?

Sam:
About shutting off the FLDSMDFR. Some of these creatures... They’re incredible!

Chester:
Incredibly dangerous! We were just attacked by a giant Tacodile!

Flint:
He’s right, Sam. I mean, we were almost eaten by a Cheese Spider.

Sam:
It doesn’t mean we have to destroy all of them. Some of the food’s actually been... friendly.

Manny:
It is true. The dessert creatures are especially sweet.

Flint:
Okay. Maybe we– [Barb smacks him] Ow! (Why'd you do that for?!)

Barb:
Mosquitoast... was gonna bite you.

Chester:
See? Even the tiniest creatures are attacking us.

Sam:
The only reason they're biting is because of the drop of barometric pressure. Bugs do that before a storm. [refers to the storm clouds] And by the look of those nimbostratus clouds–

Chester:
Miss Sparks, we are not talking about the weather. [hits Flint in the tracking helmet] We are talking about food here. Dangerous food that does not have human emotion.

Flint:
[A mosquitoast landed on his nose and Chester flicks it out] Ow!

Chester:
Food that is not friendly! [slaps Flint in the face and holds his helmet] FOOD THAT CANNOT LOVE!! [slaps Flint's again and pinched his lips]

Sam:
Flint, we should be studying the food animals, not killing them. What if he's wrong?

[beat]

Chester:
[to Flint] The choice is yours, son - live up to your full potential or walk away and let the food monsters destroy Lady Liberty.

Flint:
Sam, finding that FLDSMDFR and saving the world... That's what matters.

Sam:
[shocked and hurt] Really? Our opinion doesn't matter?

Flint:
Of course it does! Yes! Yes, it matters, but... just... just not right now.

Brent:
Uh, oh!

Earl:
Wrong answer!

Steve:
Toast!

Sam:
[angry] Yeah!? [takes the drawn vest sticky note off the drawing of Sparkswood] Well, I guess this doesn't matter, either, young Lockwood. (Does it?!) [pins the sticky note on Flint’s shirt] (You know what?) I’ll just... see you back on the boat. [drops the drawing on the syrup and storms off... well, sort of]

Flint:
(Oh, man.) Wait, Sam! Wait, please! No! No. Sam, come back! Come back, Sam, no! No, Sam, Sam, Sam! Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam…!! (Oh, boy.) Hey, Earl, would you talk to her?

Earl:
[sternly] You bet I will. Hey, Sam, wait for me! [follows Sam]

Manny:
Adios, sayonara. Goodbye, Señor Lockwood. [leaves]

Brent:
[sadly] Bye, Flint. [leaves as well]

Steve:
Steve! [hops onto Manny]

Flint:
Et tu, Steve? [his friends leave him on his own with Chester] What just happened? [picks up the drawing from the syrup]

Chester:
You have made the right choice, son. (Now, let's go find your machine.) [to his sentinels] Sentinels, keep them... safe. [grins evilly as he walks off with Flint and Barb while the sentinels march after the gang]