At first Flint saw no one, but when he saw Sam Sparks running toward him, he was seriously VERY confused. Wasn't she on TV a few minutes ago? She ran over to him and threw her arms around him. He just stood there dazed, until he hugged her back.

To Flint, it was probably the weirdest day of his life (well except when the meatball exploded and he was supposed to die). But today he had found his invention and now Sam was here. Questions filled his mind and he just couldn't hold them in.

"What are you doing here?" he asked after he let her go.

"It's a long story. To make it short, my boss let go me for a while because he saw how miserable I was. I needed the break. So I was flown over her on the WNN helicopter." She blew out a huge sigh. She glanced over at Flint who was looking down on his shoes.

"You did seem distracted." Flint replied looking up at her.

"Well, telling the weather just isn't as fun. It was more fun when there was food raining from the sky. Not saying that it should happen again." She trailed off.

Flint watched her and went stiff. Now thinking about it… why in the world did he bring the FLDSMDFR to his lab?

"You wanna go for a walk?" Sam then brought him out of his thoughts.

"Uh… yeah… SURE!" he perked up and followed her. She beamed and they walked down the street. When they got to the Main Street, Flint tried not to make eye contact with anyone. He didn't want any comments about the FLDSMDFR while Sam was here.

They went the opposite direction (away from the docks) and to the direction of the forest. Memories danced around them as they both remembered the Jell-O Dome. When they reached the spot where it stood previously, Sam gasped. Flint just grinned.

The Jell-O Dome was there. Untouched and the same shape as it was left. It was unbelievable. Slowly, they made their way down the hill and Flint ran over to it. He poked it and it wobbled.

"Still ok. I'm surprised though." Flint laughed. Sam appeared beside him. Flint bowed comically at her and extended his hand. She smiled and curtsied. Stepping inside the Jell-O was like a memory playing over again.

There was the piano, the statues, and the pool. Sam and Flint stood there for a few moments, until Sam gave Flint a sly side-glance. He returned hers and suddenly they both sprang off the ground.

To Sam this was probably the best place to be. Never did she let herself off the hook so much. This was where she told Flint her secret and ALMOST kissed him. As she plunged into the pool with a shriek, Flint jumped in after her.

The day was coming to an abrupt end. The sun was setting with its golden rays swallowed by the dark night sky. Stars twinkled out and set the sky up with the moon. Streetlamps flickered down the streets, but outside the Jell-O Dome there were dozens of fireflies dancing about.

For the whole day, Flint had kept his mind off the FLDSMDFR waiting on his tabletop. What if Sam wanted to come inside his lab? He imagined her reaction and winced. It wouldn't be a good one. They walked down Main Street, holding hands and Flint spotted a couple of people wandering here and there.

"Hey Lockwood! Whatcha gonna do with the invention of yours? I'd leave it where you found it!" someone hollered out. Holding his breath, Flint hurried on and pulled Sam behind him.

"What was that all about?" Sam asked and rose on of her eyebrows, when they veered onto his street.

"Nothing…nothing at all." Flint stammered.

"Can I stay with you tonight? Your town has a motel, but I don't have money with me." Sam asked sweetly. Flint nodded nervously.

They went around the house, said hello to Flint's father and started toward Flint's lab. Taking deep breaths, Flint was really afraid. Maybe Sam wouldn't mind seeing it. Maybe he could cover it with something before.

Slowly, they walked down the pink tunnel and Flint gulped. Carefully, he moved the curtain over and his eyes fell on the table that the FLDSMDFR sat on. It was covered with a white cloth. Steve was sitting on top of it, still chewing his gummy bear. A HUGE sigh of relief escaped Flint and he led Sam past it. She just glanced at it and followed him.

"You can sleep on the bed. I'll just sleep on the floor." He replied. Turning around to him, she nodded, came over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He blushed deep red and went to find his sleeping bag so he could sleep on the floor.

By the time he came back, Sam was lying on his bed and her shoes on the floor next to his bedpost. Her clothes were still on and she was falling asleep.

"G'night Flint." She murmured and closed her tired eyes. Smiling, Flint came over and draped the blanket over her and kissed her on the forehead. Then he crawled into his sleeping bag and sleep washed over him…

Beeps awoke Flint in the middle of the night. Jumping up he ran over to his small lamp and flicked it on. Sam was still asleep. It was the FLDSMDFR that was beeping uncontrollably. He ran over to it and snatched the white cloth off it. Then took the nearest thing near him and whacked the machine. It instantly shut up. Then he pulled up his chair and sat at the table. There was no point to sleep now. Not when the FLDSMDFR was acting strange. Slowly, he pulled out his screwdriver and began to undo all the screws.

When he heard Sam mumble something in her sleep, he quickly shut the lamp off and turned on his flashlight, which hung over the table from a loose string.

When all four sides of the FLDSMDFR came off, he pulled the inside apart. Everything was covered in pieces of the meatball or his spray- on shoes.

Quietly, he slapped his gloves on and removed the meatball pieces. Then he took a knife and tried to pry the spray-on shoe substance. He thought it might have burned. But the knife did nothing. The substance was as hard to peel away as ever.

Working fast, he removed the pieces covered in the substance and cleaned out the inside. For the rest of the night, Flint cleaned up his old invention. All he couldn't understand was how did it survive the explosion of the meatballs. What about the great distance from the ground it fell from? And how it had landed in water? He needed to find out. But he couldn't tell Sam.