Here's my version of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. This is how I would have written the movie. If you have a problem with it, then don't read it.
NOTE: NO CHANGES TO THE ORIGINAL STORY ARE IN THIS CHAPTER!
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs Chapter 1
Voice: "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.
(Shows a large island with a town at the edge. A school comes into view, and inside we see a classroom full of students. One in the back is eagerly raising his hand.)
"Then you know exactly how it felt, to be…me."
"Go ahead Flint" said the teacher, albeit a little nervously.
The boy, named Flint, walks to the front of the room and clears his throat.
"What is the number one problem facing our community today" he pauses, waiting to see if someone would answer. But no one does.
"Untied shoe laces" he said with a smile. All the students look at their shoes, which are all untied.
"Which is why I've created a lacelesss alternative foot covering…Spray-on-Shoes" he says, showing them a can of what looked like spray-paint with a picture of a shoe on it.
He points it at his feet and sprays, and glittering shoes appear on them. "Walla" said Flint happily. The class began to talk happily.
But then, a blond haired kid with a jump suit spoke up. "How you going to get them off nerd" he asked smugly.
Flint's eyes widened with shock, and he tried to pull the shoes off his feet, but they wouldn't budge.
The class began to laugh at him, and the blond haired kid said "What a freak. He wants to be smart, but that's lame." Then the bell rang and all the kids let. Flint tired pulling his shoes off again, but they wouldn't. He laid down and sighed sadly.
"I wanted to run away that day, but you can't run away from your own feet."
Flint runs home, and tries everything to get the shoes off. He tries cutting them, breaking them, burning them, and even uses a cinderblock. But no matter what, nothing works. Flint's parents listen to his fuss outside his room.
"Go on, say something" said Fran, the mother.
Tim, the father, sighed and said "Not every sardine is meant to swim son".
"I don't understand fishing metaphors" said Flint sadly, and he collapsed onto his bed with his face in the pillow.
"What did I say" asked Tim.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it" said Fran.
She opened the door and walked into the room. "Honey, I think your shoes are wonderful" she said with a smile.
"Everyone just thinks I'm a weirdo" said Flint, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"So, people probably thought these guys were weirdoes too" said Fran, pointing at the many famous scientist posters on Flint's wall. "But that never stopped them" she said.
Flint looked at the posters, but then put his head back onto his pillow.
"I was saving this for your birthday, but" she said, pulling something from behind her back. Flint looked, and gasped when he saw that she was holding a lab coat. "Here" she said.
"A professional lab coat, just like the real guys wear" said Flint, jumping up and putting it on. It was much bigger than him, but he still smiled. "It fits perfect" he said, with his hand being hidden in the sleeves.
"The world needs your originality Flint, you just have to…grow into it" said Fran happily. "And I know you're going to do big things someday."
Flint smiled, then ran and gave her a big hug. Then he broke it and ran to his desk. He took a piece of paper and started drawing. When it was done, it was a poster of Flint saying "Flint Lockwood: Best Inventor Ever!" He quickly put it with the others, gave it a confident look, and then ran out of his room. He ran to the backyard and into his treehouse/lab. The immediately began inventing.
"From that moment on, I was determined to invent something great."
Two Weeks Later
"Remote control Television" said Flint, pressing a button on the controller. The TV sprouted legs and walked to Tim. He turned it on, and it seemed alright, but then he ran out the door.
"Eventually".
Five Years Later
"Hair unbalder" said Flint, and he poured a liquid onto his father's head. But then hair sprouted all over it. "AAAHHH" they screamed.
Three Years Later
"Flying Car" said Flint and he drove a car with jets on it onto the pier, but instead of taking off, it just fell into the ocean.
One Year Later
"Monkey Thought Translator" said Flint. He turned on a machine hooked up to a monkey.
"Hungry" said the monkey/machine.
"How wise" said Flint? But then the monkey began running around the store, knocking over shelves, and even ripping Tim's mustache off.
One Year Later
"Ratbirds" said Flint, standing next to a cage of rats with wings. "How's it going guys" he said to them. But then the cage opened, and began swarming the people.
"FLINT LOCKWOOD" called a policeman nearby.
"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 company reclosed for good, 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. Baked Boiled, Fried, Candy, & Juiced. Life became grey, and flavorless. But when all seemed lost, I stared at defeat…and found hope."