A/N: Soooooo I might guess I decided to continue~. :]
thank you for your ever present kindness, S. Snowflake! 8)
and to Renee ... here we go~. this is what I call excellent timing. There are still not enough cwacom-fanfictions out there. Sooooo sad!
Movie's not mine, yada yada ... enjoy. Review? I like reviews. Do you like reviews?


Numbers.
Numbers and symbols,
transforming into formulas, into molecules rushing by,
into signs, equations, chemical reactions, scientific terms, calculations, electricity. A whirlwind of complete chaos rioting through his unconscious mind at a speed of light, until eventually settling down, slowly, piecing together bits of information and with that composing the sound of a picture. The sound of an idea. A solution. A plan. And with that solution found, reality made its way back to him, though little by little, like waves. Slight humming rose, sounds of movement, shadows of colour phasing in. He was able to hear voices now, supposedly from a lot of people, though not all around him. Mostly dull and faint, but still there, and some kind of echoing. Maybe he was in some sort of hall. There were a few voices close to him which seemed familiar. He couldn't process what they said just yet, so decided to concentrate onto his other senses. He could feel his body, but it felt too heavy to move. His chest felt tight, as if something put pressure on it and his head was succumbed into a constant throbbing. He felt a little chilly, too.

"…..eeeeve!"

"…dn't do that, right? I mean, there are people here, NEEDING help, and that's all they come up with?!"

"Sam, we could go on ranting or try to make the best out of the situation."

"And how are we supposed to do that? Which resources do we have?"

"… We're still having the Outtasighter."

"Out of sight is not enough, the food needs to be gone! Better before it starts moulding …"

Flint wanted to intervene, but everything he got out was a hoarse "Hrgh---". Which seemed to be actually enough to catch their attention. A gasp, the conversation died and he could hear something rustle next to him, then felt a soft touch on his forehead.

"Flint?" Sam's voice asked quietly.

"Can you open your eyes?" Manny's voice said.

"Eyes!" the voice of Steve's Translator echoed excitedly.

Flint tried, but his eyelids didn't bother to move. The frown on his face deepened as he drew in a sharp breath to prepare himself for another try. He was growing uncomfortable with the difficulties his brain seemed to have with processing his wishes of movement. The uncomfortable feeling wore off almost immediately though, as he felt a big and warm hand closing around his right hand and giving him a reassuring squeeze. He'd recognize his father's hands everywhere.
At the third try his eyelids finally gave way. After adjusting to the light conditions Flint took in his surroundings. His Dad, Sam and Earl were circling around him, he could see the back of a leaving Manny, and Steve was sitting upon his chest, eyeing him curiously. The pressure-on-chest-question was solved. He found himself lying on a mattress at the town's gym, with a lot of people buzzing around or sitting around in little groups, children running about, playing, and there was Manny again, returning with a cup in his hand and settling down next to him. He carefully propped up Flint's head.

"Drink this." Flint eyed him warily as he opened his mouth and grimaced as he swallowed the bitter liquid.

"What was that?!" he asked with his hoarse voice.

"It helps."

"Ahh … awesome?"

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, a little worried smile on her face.

"Oh, um, great, really, but what I wanted to say earlier--" he cleared his tingling throat, but was interrupted by his dad as he wanted to continue.

"Do you remember what happened before you fainted?"

"Huh? Y-yeah of course I do! food storms, man-eating chickens, exploding FLDSMDFRs, ratbirds saving my life …" Flint's eyes widened a little as the following memories entered his mind and he continued with a quiter voice, a small smile forming onto his face, "… you … and Sam …" Flint blinked surprised. "I don't remember anything after that."

"That's because you fainted right after that. Welcome back, Flint Lockwood!" Earl explained to him and Flint just nodded in understanding.

"But I don't remember being unconscious."

"Maybe because you were unconscious?" Earl answered incredulously.

"Yes, it's not that you could think something like Oh my god, I'm unconscious when you're knocked out, right?" Sam agreed jokingly.

"But I WAS!" Flint insisted, eagerly flipping into a sitting position, gesticulating wildly with his hands as he tried to explain. "I mean, I have a plan! It's all planned out in my head! When else should I have gotten to this solution if not while being out and … all … that?" Flint blinked surprised as he looked down himself, finally realizing the heat radiating through his body. He suddenly felt electrified while he was all heavy and dazed just moments ago. He still felt a little fuzzy and awkward, but this simply was a stunning improvement. "How did I do that?" He asked confused.

"I told you it helps." Manny replied in his typical unimpressed voice.

"Heh. Heheh! This really IS awesome."

"Steeeve!"

"Flint? This solution you spoke of …" Flint turned to his dad, eyes first questioning, then widening as he got it.

"OH YES! My solution! I've made a solution for the food-problem!"

He saw himself confronted with confused looks.

"I know how to get rid of it! And not only out of sight! It's all in my head! All I need is my Lab and my … where is my labcoat? When did I change clothes anyway?" He looked down himself again, eyeing his clean pants and his blue-ish pacman-shirt curiously.

"Your clothes were all burnt and covered with food, we couldn't leave you lying around in those, the risk of you catching an infection was too high." Manny stated calmly.

Flint's eyes turned to his dad as he blushed slightly, and Tim simply nodded to reassure his son that it was indeed him, who had changed him and that Sam hadn't seen anything. Flint shoulders slumped down in relief and he used the moment of awkward silence to gather his thoughts and shake off the still existent light-headed-ness, which sadly didn't work too well. He cleared his throat.

"So, about the food-problem …" he began while carefully massaging his temples.

"Your lab doesn't look too good right now." Tim said.

"But my equipment is still in there!"

"Can you even stand, let alone walk?" Manny asked.

"Of course I can!" Flint exclaimed, immediately getting up and immediately tilting again, ending up in his father's arms once again. "… or not." The young inventor furrowed his brows in thought as his father settled him back onto the mattress.

"How long have I been out?" he asked.

"About three days." Manny said.

Flint managed to hold back the urge to gasp and continued. "How has the weather been these days?"

"Sunny, about 77° Fahrenheit." Sam stated moodily and this time Flint did gasp. "It's the reason why we're in the gym. It's the biggest building that survived the food-storm technically unscratched and keeps us from possible mould-spores."

"Though we can't possibly stay in here forever." Earl piped in.

"The government declared ChewAndSwallow to be in quarantine. They won't let us get any help from outside to get rid of the food." Manny added glumly. Flint was out of words. How could they not want to help people? One thing was clear: He was not going to keep lying on this mattress, he WAS going to his lab and create his FLDSAMDFA. And he decided to say just that.

"I'm not going to keep lying on this mattress and do nothing, I'm going to my lab and I'm going to create my FLDSAMDFA!" he declared, pouting.

"Your what??" his friends asked in unison.

"FLDSAMDFA. Flint Lockwood's Diatonic Super Anti Mutating Dynamic Food Abrogate-or." Flint explained, the eagerness of his voice decreasing to a mumble as he again felt the heavy-ness take over him.

"See, the medicine is already wearing off. We can't let you do this, your body needs to recover first." The Guatemalan doctor told him.

"What was that anyway?" Flint asked the doctor, frustrated about being so weak again.

"Secret. Highly illegal in the United States."

"I see … It kinda worked like an energy-drink …"

"It increases your adrenaline-level to dangerous heights. Your body will be temporarily working, but it will be down twice as bad as it has been vitalized by the cocktail. You'd probably destroy yourself."

"Could you, like, triple the dose?"

The usually calm Manny jerked back in alert. "No way! Didn't you listen to what I just said?"

"I did. But what would you prefer, having one nursing case--", he pointed at himself, then gestured around himself, "--or the whole population of ChewAndSwallow PLUS tourists?"

Manny didn't respond to this. The others eyed him with shocked and worried looks on their faces.

"Oh come on, guys, you know how little time we have!"

Still no response.

"Besides, it was me who invented the food, so it is only natural for me to make it disappear again."

Still no response.

"PLUS I'm having you at my side to look out for me, so what could possibly go wrong?"

"…"

"I know I can do this! Please? We don't have any other options …"

Manny eventually sighed. "Okay." He said.

"Thank you, Manny!"

"BUT you won't get it until we're at your laboratory."

"Deal!" Flint exclaimed with as much energy as was left in him. His cheer sounded like a hoarse whisper. This was going to be fun. In a way. Maybe. He eyed the others wearily as they prepared to leave the gym. 'They hate it' he thought. 'Can't blame them, really …' He watched Manny approaching him, a protective face mask in his hands matching the mask he wore himself. The camera-man-doctor carefully slipped it over Flint's mouth. Tim appeared and lifted his son up carefully, bridal-style. Sam took her Doppler Weather Radar 2000 Turbo. Earl had run off to tell his wife and son he was leaving. They met up again at the front door of the gym, preparing to leave as fast as possible to make sure the door wasn't open for too long. Everyone took one last breath of unpolluted air, and then they stepped out, being watched by several citizens as they closed the door behind them and approached Manny's van. Flint's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight in front of him.

'… Oooh … this … is really rotten.'


A/N: Get the pun? -gets shot-
Review, pretty please? See you around~. :]