Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs

Have you ever felt like

you were a little bit different?

Like you had something unique

to offer the world...

...if you could just get people

to see it.

Then you know exactly how it felt...

... to be me.

Go ahead, Flint.

What is the number one problem

facing our community today?

Untied shoelaces.

Which is why I've invented

a laceless alternative foot covering.

Spray-On Shoes.

- Voila.

-They're so nifty.

How you gonna get them off, nerd?

What a freak.

He wants to be smart, but that's lame.

I wanted to run away that day.

But you can't run away

from your own feet.

Not every sardine is meant

to swim, son.

I don't understand

fishing metaphors.

-What did I say?

-Don't worry.

Honey, I think your shoes

are wonderful.

Everyone just thinks I'm a weirdo.

So?

People probably thought

that these guys were weirdoes too.

But that never stopped them.

I was saving this

for your birthday, but here.

A professional-grade lab coat.

Just like the real guys wear.

It fits perfect.

The world needs

your originality, Flint.

You just have to grow into it.

And I know that you're gonna do

big things someday.

From that moment on...

...I was determined

to invent something great.

Remote Control Television.

And, the pitch is in.

Eventually.

Hair Un- Balder.

Flying Car.

Monkey Thought Translator.

-Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.

- How wise.

No, Steve. No, no, no, no, no!

No, please! Leave it--

Ratbirds.

Hey, what's going on, little guy?

Flint Lockwood.

My dream was to help

my hometown...

...a tiny island hidden under

the "A " in "Atlantic"...

...called Swallow Falls.

We were famous for sardines...

... until the day the Baby Brent

Sardine Cannery closed for good.

Right after everyone in the world

realized that sardines...

...are super gross.

Soon, all of us were stuck eating

the sardines that no one else wanted.

Poached, fried, boiled, dried,

candied and juiced.

Life became gray and flavorless.

But when all seemed lost,

I stared at defeat...

...and found hope.

My name is Flint Lockwood.

And I was about to invent

a machine...

... that turns water...

...into food.

Steve, my best friend

and trusted colleague.

Steve.

Can I count on your help?

Can.

I knew I could.

Button, on.

Memory, activate.

Blueprints, awesome.

Begin nano-mutation.

Radiation matrix, secure.

Computer, boot.

Coolness enhancement, complete.

Engage coffee break.

Networking power grid.

Beginning conversion of water...

...into food.

Hydrating protein matrix.

Calibrating flavor panel.

Priming chow plopper.

Uploading cool machine voice.

Cheeseburger.

Everyone is going to love this.

Flint!

Sorry, Dad.

Steve, keep working.

Scanning hand.

That's a really weird dude.

Re-energizing tower unit.

Jeez. See you, Dad.

Flint.

Don't you think it's time to give up

this inventing thing, get a real job?

No, why?

Well, all your technology stuff,

it just ends in disaster.

The ratbirds, yes, they escaped

and bred at a surprising rate.

But I took care of that problem

and disposed of them.

Billy, just play dead.

Flint, you don't keep throwing your net

where there aren't any fish.

- What?

-I want you to work full-time...

-...at the tackle shop.

-The tackle shop? Dad, no.

Tackle is a good career.

Please, I'm so close with this one.

I just have to hook it up to the power

station and give it power and it'll work.

And then you could sell food

in the shop...

...and then everyone won't have to eat

sardines anymore.

It is going to be so awesome.

I'm sorry, son.

No more inventing.

Dad, I know I can do this.

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