Sorry for taking so long. I'm in high school, and they give a lot of homework. Throw in a Robotics class each Thursday and a dance class each Tuesday, and I have very little time to type. I hope you like this chapter, and thanks to all who reviewed! All I own is Crystal and anyone/thing not in the movie. Please read and review, but no flames. Any, and all, flames will be fed to the mayor (and we all know we don't want that).
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After almost two minutes of standing in shock, most of the people at the dance ran around, grabbing hamburgers and eating them. None of us had been born yet when the food weather was around, so everyone was happy that it came back. Everyone but me; I was too busy wondering how it could be happening.

"Howcould it be back?" I asked Gwen. "I mean, I thought Dad found a way to get rid of the FLDSMDFR years ago."

Gwen shrugged and walked inside. Most of the freshmen had headed inside by then, and most of them were dancing.

"I don't know," Gwen finally replied. "Maybe someone else found the blueprints and built another one."

"Can't be, Dad has the only copy and he keeps it in a box outside town which is in a ratbirds' nest underground. Not to mention that only Mom, Dad, you, and I know the location. The only way it could be around is if it wasn't totally destroyed."

"Which is impossible," Gwen concluded.

I was about to reply when everyone started gathering around the soon-to-be Homecoming Stage. We pushed our way to the front where we discovered that my dad was standing onstage. He was trying to get the crowd's attention, but wasn't succeeding. Fortunately, Earl, the cop, jumped onstage and grabbed the microphone.

"QUIET!" He shouted, managing to make everyone, even our half-deaf science teacher, stop talking and cover their ears.

"Thank you Earl," Dad said before clearing his throat and continuing, "As you have seen, the food weather's back."

"Obviously." Heather muttered, loud enough for most people to hear her. I glared at her, but she either didn't notice or didn't care.

"Right now, it's too early to tell why this has come back, but I can assure you that I'll be working as hard as I can to find out what's happening and to stop it." Dad promised. Then, so quiet, I wasn't sure if he said anything, "I hope."

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The next day at school, everyone was guessing about what caused the food showers. Yes, showers; this morning, it had rained cereal and milk. The theories ranged from the FLDSMDFR being back, to a weird weapon, to alien attack. And the funny thing is that it wasn't the sci-fi obsessed who came up with an alien attack; it was the teachers.

"Really," I started as Gwen and I walked out of our last class, "aliens? I mean there's only a 0.489362274%1 chance that there's any other life in our own solar system, and anywhere outside of our solar system is too far away!" There was a few seconds pause before Gwen finally said something.

"O-kay. Anyway, are you going to help your dad with finding a way to stop this?" I stopped walking, leaving Gwen to walk for a few seconds, finally stopping not too far ahead.

"What?" I asked.

"I know you stopped being an inventor years ago, but maybe you could start again, just to help your dad? It was a bad experience, I know, but isn't it time to finally start up again, before you lose the chance? If things go bad like they did last time-"

"I am not an inventor anymore, ok?" I said, cutting her off. "And besides, if a food hurricane pops up again, well, Dad's beaten the FLDSMDFR once, so he can do it again."

"He almost died then; what makes you so sure he'll survive again? I don't want him to die, almost as much as you, but if he doesn't have any help who knows what'll happen this time!"

"He doesn't need my help; he's got Mom and Manny, and your dad too, if he wants to help."

"Manny's visiting his family in Venezuela, and your mom almost died from a peanut allergy; your dad needs help from an inventor. He needs your help Crystal, and if you can't tell that you're blinder to obvious facts than Heather is to kindness." And with that final message, Gwen walked outside to her dad's car, leaving me to think about what she'd said.

Does Dad really need my help? I thought. But Gwen does have a point, two minds are better than one, especially those of inventors'. And Dad's the only one here, unless I decided to help. I stared at the door Gwen went through and pushed through it myself. Okay, Gwen, I'll help, but just this once. After this, I'm done forever.

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1-Not a real percentage.

So, Crystal's going to invent again. This story is definitely not going the way I originally mapped it out. In the original, there wasn't a dance, and Crystal and Gwen's fight/conversation went way differently. *shrugs* But that's how writing goes I guess. Tune in next chapter for Crystal trying to help through inventing. And if anyone's wondering what happened to Justin from the prologue, he might come back next chapter. Take a guess as to how it'll turn out, but my money's on not good.