I'm glad you're still wearing that diaper!
I wish I brought a fresh one!
Look. There's my angel son Cal's old preschool.
I'm glad you're still wearing that diaper!
I wish I brought a fresh one!
Thanks for lending me these skinny jeans, Flint.
Those aren't skinny jeans.
Nope.
My feet are turning purple. Is that bad?
Almost there. The FLDSMDFR should be across this syrup bog.
This is syrup? Syrup is my favorite. [smacks a mosquitoast] Darn mosquitoasts!
Don’t worry, man baby. They, like all the other abominable food monsters, will soon be no more.
Wait, Flint! What if we’re making... a big mistake?
Mistake?
About shutting off the FLDSMDFR. Some of these creatures, they’re incredible!
Incredibly dangerous! We were just attacked by a giant Tacodile!
He’s right, Sam. I mean, we were almost eaten by a cheese spider.
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– [Barb smacks him] Argh!
Mosquitoast! Was gonna bite you.
See? Even the tiniest creatures are attacking us.
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–
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.
Ow!
Food that are not friendly! [slaps Flint in the face and holds his helmet] FOOD THAT CANNOT LOVE!! [slaps Flint again and pinched his lips]
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!
Toast!
Yeah!? [takes the drawn vest sticky note off the drawing of Sparkswood] Well, I guess this doesn't matter, either, young Lockwood. [pinned the sticky note on Flint’s shirt] I’ll just... see you back on the boat. [drops the drawing on the syrup and storms off... well, sort of]
Wait, Sam! Wait, please! No! No. Sam, come back! Come back, Sam, no! No, Sam, Sam, Sam! Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam…!! [to Earl] Hey, Earl, would you talk to her?
You bet I will. Hey, Sam, wait for me! [follows Sam]
Adios, sayonara. Goodbye, Señor Lockwood. [leaves]
Bye, Flint. [leaves as well]
Steve! [hops onto Manny]
Et tu, Steve? [his friends leave him on his own with Chester and Barb] What just happened? [picks up the drawing from the syrup]
You've made the right choice, son. [to his sentinels] Sentinels, keep them... safe. [grins as he walks off with Flint and Barb while the sentinels march after the gang]
Okay, Steve. If me and you put our two brilliant minds together, we will get out of here.
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.
Ohh…!
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?
Flint Lockwood, you are a fisher man.
Happy!
Hey, look! Rainbows!
Look what's happened to our town.
Look! There's my angel son, Cal's old preschool.
My old van.
Look! That old thing that I've never seen before!
That's where the Thinkquanauts were attacked by a cheespider.
It's like a cheesy spider web, made of cheese!
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 toward me slowly.
Very slowly.
Oh, come on. Now you're acting weird. I'm in no mood for this.
[The cheespider roars, and Sam turns around and screams in terror]
What's it doing?
I think she wants you to scratch her buns.
I like that, too. [scratches the cheespider's bun] Who's a good cheespider? She's cute!
But why did she attack us before?
'Cause we were dressed like them. [points up to the cheespider's cheese-web]
She doesn't like backpacks?
No. It appears she doesn't like Live Corp. The food creatures know something we do not. [flips the Live Corp logo on his camera, revealing the word "Live" spelled backwards]
Who's Evel?
Not "evel", evil.
I knew it! Chester's up to something terrible! We gotta warn Flint.
Let's ride!