CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS BY: STACIA DEUTSCH AND RHODY COHON NARRATOR: Flint Lockwood was born

on a small island in a sardine-canning town called Swallow Falls. Flint loved to invent things, and he knew, without a doubt, that someday he would make something great. Flint began inventing when he was in elementary school. YOUNG FLINT: What is the number-one problem facing our community today? Untied shoelaces! (Everyone looks down at their untied shoes.) I have invented a laceless alternative foot covering: Spray-On Shoes! (Raises spray can.) NARRATOR: The classroom kids were impressedall the kids, except Brent, who was a local celebrity since he appeared on sardine cans and commercials as a baby. YOUNG BRENT: Howre you gonna get em off, nerd? (YOUNG FLINT tries to take off shoes but cant. Everyone laughs at him.) YOUNG BRENT: What a freak! He wants to be smart, but thats lame! (YOUNG FLINT runs home, sad.) TIM: Not every sardine is meant to swim, son. YOUNG FLINT: I dont understand fishing metaphors! FRAN: Honey, I think your shoes are wonderful. YOUNG FLINT: They dont come off. Why cant I make something that everybody likes? Im just a weirdo. FRAN: The world needs your originality, Flint. I just know youre going to do big things someday. NARRATOR: As the years passed, the famous Baby Brent Sardine Cannery closed its doors shortly after everyone in the world realized that sardines were supergross. Many people in town lost their jobs and all anyone could afford to eat were leftover sardines. Flint was still hard at work with is his best friend, a monkey named Steve, trying to invent something that would change the world. FLINT: I am on the verge of my greatest invention. One that will feed all of our hunger. A machine that will turn water into food. Steve, can I count on your help? STEVE: Can. FLINT: I knew I could. Button. Commencing tape. Blueprints great! Begin nano-mutation. Radiation matrix secure. Computer boot! Visual enhancement complete! Break! Beginning conversion of water into food. Hydrating protein matrix. Calibrating flavor panel. Priming chow plopper. Uploading recipe. MACHINE: Cheeseburger. FLINT: Everyone is going to love this. (Everything starts exploding. Lights go out.) TIM: Flint! Dont you think its time to give up this inventing thing and get a real job? FLINT: Dad, inventings the only thing Ive ever wanted to do my entire life. TIM: I know that, but, all your technology stuff, it just ends in disaster.

FLINT: That is completely untrue. Okay, the Ratbirds, yes, they escaped and bred at a surprising rate, but I took care of that problem and disposed of them. TIM: I want you to work full-time at the tackle shop. FLINT: Aww, Dad. No! Please, Im so close with this one. I just have to hook it up to the power station and give it more power and itll work. And itll make all kinds of food, and then you could sell food in the shop, and everyone wont have to eat sardines anymore. I know I can do this. And so did Mom. TIM: Come on, lets open the shop. You feelin it? FLINT: Mmm-hmm TOWNSPERSON: Hey, its Baby Brent! BRENT: What is up, everybody? FLINT: Hi, Baby Brent. BRENT: Looks like the inventing career is working out superwell. Just kidding Its not. Anyways, who wants to watch me cut the ribbon at the mayors unveiling thing? Boy-yo! See you, Flint. Sorry about your life not working out. Im living the dream! TIM: You, uh, ready to shove off? Mayors about to start that thing FLINT: Why dont you go ahead. Ill hold down the fort here. TIM: Huh. All right, then Ill be back in half an hour, Skipper. FLINT: Okay, bye. (Runs out. Pushing machine.) It just needs seventeen thousand more gigajoules. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go! EARL: What are you doing Flint Lockwood? FLINT: Im just holding my hands behind my back respectfully, sir. EARL: You know what you are, Flint Lockwood? A shenaniganizer! A tomfool! You see this contact? This contact represents you. And my eye represents my eye. I have my eye on you. FLINT: Oh my gosh, a jaywalker! (EARL runs off. Cut to SAM.) SAM: Can you believe it? Temporary professional meteorologist! Manny, what should my opening be? Welcome, America, Im Sam Sparks. Or Hello, America, hi. I didnt see you there. Its me, Sam Sparks. (Manny cues her. Live:) Hello, Sam Sparks. Im America. Its Swallow Falls degreesand, uh, lets just go to the mayor. MAYOR: Thank you and welcome, national television audience! EARL: My chest hairs are tingling. Somethings wrong. (Flips to power station.) Flint Lockwood! FLINT: Uh, just a second! Im in the middle of a-yaaaa! (Machine shoots off like a missle.) SAM: Looks like things in Swallow Falls are sardine to get better. For (FLINT flies into SAM.) FLINT: Sorry! (Everything crashes down. Machine flies into sky. FLINT walks away. SAM kicks him in the face.) Ow! SAM: Sorry. Are you okay?

FLINT: Its okay. Its just pain. SAM: Sorry. Im not myself today. My whole career was ruined by some crazy jerk riding a homemade rocket. (FLINT chuckles nervously.) Wait a minute! What is going on with your feet? FLINT: Spray-On Shoes. They dont come off. SAM: (Grabs his feet.) Cool! This could solve the untied shoe epidemic. What are they made of, some kind of elastic biopolymer adhesive? I meanWow, theyre shiny. Im Sam. FLINT: Flint Lockwood. STEVE: Steve! SAM: Is that a Monkey Thought Translator? STEVE: Steve. SAM: Incredible! Did you make this stuff? You! You hit me with the rocket! FLINT: You kicked me in the face! SAM: I said I was sorry! (FLINT begins to notice cheeseburgers falling from the sky.) FLINT: Cheese? (Picks up burger and eats it.) ITS RAINING CHEESEBURGERS! My machine works! Hey, arent you a weathergirl? SAM: Manny, get your camera! Okay, everybody. You are not going to believe this one, but I am standing in the middle of a burger rain. You may have seen a meteor shoer, but youve never seen a shower meatier than this. This food weather was created intentionally by meekish backyard tinkerer, Flint Lockwood. FLINT: Hi. FLINT: The machine uses water molecules bombarded with microwave radiation, which mutates their genetic recipe into any kind of food you want. SAM: Oohhow about Jell-O? I love Jell-O! FLINT: I love Jell-O too. And peanut butter right? SAM: Oh, no. I am severely allergic to peanuts. FLINT: Yeah, me too! SAM: So whats it called? FLINT: Peanut allergy. SAM: No, the machine. FLINT: Its called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator. Or the FLDSMDFR for short. SAM: Fldsmdnffursur? FLINT: FLDSMDFR. SAM: Fldsmdnffursur? FLINT: FLD. SM. DFR.

NARRATOR: Everyone loved Flints invention so much that they started requesting their favorite food. After a meal was arranged, hed tell Sam what was on the menu and shed report it on TV. SAM: Where are we going? FLINT: Oh, nowhere, I just thought itd be nice to go on a walk together. Like you doas friends. Oh my, whats that? SAM: Wow! FLINT: Everythings made of Jell-O. (Plays in Jell-O.) SAM: Can you keep a secret? FLINT: No, but this time, sure. SAM: Okay, well, I too wasa nerd. FLINT: Too? SAM: All the kids used to taunt me: Four eyes! Four eyes! You need glasses to see! FLINT: (About to laugh.) Go on. SAM: I still need these glasses, but I never wear them. FLINT: I bet you look great with glasses on. And on they go. SAM: Oh. FLINT: Wow, I mean, you were okay before, but now yourebeautiful. SAM: You know, Ive never met anyone like you. FLINT: Me too, but about you. NARRATOR: Something was terribly wrong with the weather machine. SAM: You need to look at this. Theres a problem. I think the foods getting bigger. FLINT: (Sneezes.) Salt and pepper wind? (Look up.) Ive got to stop the machine. There is a spaghetti twister tearing up the town! Come on, Steve. Weve got diem to carpe. SAM: Im coming with you. Youre gonna need someone to navigate you through that storm. (Flies.) Pea soup fog! Flint, theres massive gastroprecipitation accumulated around the machine. Its almost as if its inside a giant meatball. FLINT: (Calling TIM.) Dad, I need a favor. The fate of the world depends on it. I just need to you to go into my lab and e-mail a file to my cell phone. TIM: Uhh, all right. FLINT: Okay, on the screen theres a file marked Kill Code. TIM: Wha? FLINT: Move that into my e-mail window, type in my name, and press send. TIM: Right. What? FLINT: You see the thing that looks like a little piece of paper? Drag it across the desktop. TIM: (Dragging mouse on screen.) It didnt do anything. FLINT: Arghhh. Just click send! E-mail received!

SAM: It should be down this hole. Thats peanut brittle. If either one of us touches it, well go into anaphylactic shock. FLINT: Actually, Im not allergic to peanuts. I just said that to get you to like me. If you stay here, you will die. SAM: But if I leave you, youll die. Flint, youll be stuck down there. FLINT: Its not ideal, no. Good-bye, Sam. (Descends to the machine. He sees it, connects to phone.) Im sorry, old friend. (Machine explodes.) Yes! SAM: Flint! (Hugs FLINT.) FLINT: So, where were we? SAM: You were about to kiss me. FLINT: Were you going to kiss me back? SAM: Just kiss me. END