Flint Lockwood ran a hand through his messy brown hair. He had been waiting for Sam for a while now. Where was she? He sighed as he sat on the creaking, wooden dock, scratching his monkey, Steve's furry head. Flint dangled his long legs over the dock's side as he stared at the murky, grey sea. The sky was just as grey, clouds covering the sun and bringing a cold breeze over the town of Chewandswallow. Flint frowned and clutched his white lab coat around his thin body. He had a weird feeling about storms lately. He felt very small and alone just before them… Flint stood up and stared at the darkening sky, the wind flapping his hair around his face and his coat around his legs. A distant thunder rumbled as he felt a headache coming on. He turned around and pulled out his phone, dialing Sam's number and putting it against his ear.

Flint glanced over his shoulder at the approaching storm just in time to see a streak of lightning light up the sky as the phone rang.

"Hey there! You've reached Sam Sparks' cell phone. I'm obviously not here right now so leave a message at the beep!" Flint mouthed the words to the familiar message and tapped his foot, impatient to leave a message. Finally, the beep sounded in his ear and he looked over his shoulder again.

"Hi, Sam, it's Flint. There's a storm coming and it looks pretty bad. You don't have to meet me at the dock. I'm heading home and I suggest you do the same. Talk to you later." He hung up and ran toward the town, his white coat flying behind him as Steve scurried behind him.

"Bobble, is this right?"

Bobble looked over his shoulder at Tinker Bell's work. He set down his hammer, wiped his dirty hands on his green clothes and flew over to her work table. He lifted up her acorn kettle and inspected it, knowing what flaws to look for from years of expertise.

"Well, Miss Bell, I do believe you have the idea. It's very good, you see, it's just…what's this?" He adjusted his glasses and poked an extra piece on the spout, not having a clue what it was. Tinker Bell took back the kettle and opened the top. She flipped her golden hair out of her face as she showed the curious Bobble her upgrade.

"It's a storage compartment for sugar and honey. You see, it's such a hassle to add the extras after you pour your tea. I mean, you have to go get the sugar, then go get a spoon…so I built it right into the kettle! There's a little stopper too, so when you push this here," She clicked a small button on the top. "The stuff comes out and when you let go, it stops."

Bobble nodded and raised his eyebrows at Tinker Bell's idea. It was a good one.

"All right then, Miss Bell. You ought to show that to Clank. He'll be able to help you develop that a bit more."

"Oh, can't you help me?" Bobble bit his bottom lip. He didn't know exactly why he couldn't work with Tinker Bell. He got burning hot and his face got as red as his hair and he got shivers down his spine. His hands got shaky and he couldn't think straight. He'd never felt this way before and could never explain it to anyone.

Bobble put his hands on his face. Just thinking about it made him blush. He nervously fiddled with his glasses. Tinker Bell looked up into his big blue eyes and he quickly averted his eyes.

"Bobble? Are you ok?" Tinker Bell stood and put a hand on his arm. Bobble nodded.

"Aye, Miss Bell, I'm perfectly fine. Whatever would make you think-" Bobble jumped and shouted in surprise as his friend, Clank patted him on the back.

"Bobble, why are you so jittery, eh?" Clank asked. Bobble stepped aside and pulled off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Headache, Clank. Help Miss Bell, please." Bobble felt sick as an instantaneous headache overcame him. He looked out the circular window and worriedly frowned at the looming storm over Pixie Hollow. A headache was the last thing he needed and storms always brought on headaches for him.

"Stupid water fairies." He growled as he kicked the air in frustration.