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

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

[awed]

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.

[A mosquitoast landed on his nose and Barb flicks it out]

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?

[beat] [to Flint]

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.

[shocked and hurt]

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!

[angry]

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?

[sternly]

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

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

[sadly]

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]