[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]

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