No matter what. Where the words that spun around in Flint Lockwood's mind as he and Brent stood on the deck of a small boat. There had been a slight change of plan. Flint had another plan, and poor Brent had no idea what it was. He just followed Flint. To him it seemed that Flint was going back to ChewandSwallow. WHY? How could they go back at a time like this? But this was Flint Lockwood they were talking about. The young inventor had something up his sleeve. Brent was relieved that Flint's brain was working just fine.

The docks of ChewandSwallow came to view and Flint leaned on the railing and squinted his eyes. The boat parked itself along the first dock and Flint quickly jumped out. Brent followed. The moment Flint's feet hit the ground, he sprinted off. A huffing Brent followed close behind. They ran down Main Street and got many confused glances from the townsfolk. They hadn't seen Brent and Flint in a long time. Before anyone could ask anything, the two were on the run. It seemed to Brent that they running to Flint's lab. WHY? This was no time for building anything or getting anything. They HAD to go back to New York and find Sam along with the FLDSMDFR!

When they reached Flint's house, both instantly slowed down and crept back to the yard. Flint didn't want Tim or Steve to see them now. They had to do this and then get the hell out of here. Sam was in trouble. Flint sensed this.

"Stay here, in the yard." Flint instructed to Brent and ran to his lab. In the elevator he tapped his foot impatiently. It felt like time was stretching itself on purpose. Just to slow them down and to tell them to relax and wait it out. I waited much too long. I was stuck in a hospital bed for days! He thought angrily to himself. The moment the elevator came to the spot, he flung the elevator door open and raced down the pink tunnel, tripping over his own feet. His lab was the way he left it: unmade bed, untouched coffee cup and the white cloth that covered the FLDSMDFR was draped over the table.

Thinking hard, Flint strode across the room and was relieved that Steve wasn't her. For now at least. Earl was probably still taking care of the troublemaker. But he missed the monkey's big help. Then he ran over to his blueprint shelf. His blueprints were messily flung across the shelf in a big heap. Many times had he promised himself to clean it up, but never had the time for it. When he found the blueprints he needed, he carried them over to the table and looked them over. There were stray notes and pen marks written all over them. Sighing he began.

"Redesigning!" He grinned and grabbed a red pen to write over the blueprints. Then he ran across the room doing things to help him build his new design of an old invention.

"Connecting!"

"Powering!"

"Wiring!"

"Sawing!"

"Welding!"

"Flattening!"

"Networks Secured!"

"Lights! Turbo! Engine!"

"Installing final touches!"

Grinning at his handiwork he stepped back and never felt happier. It was done, finished and had new touches. Then he grabbed the remote and taking a deep breath pressed the center button. Instantly a rush of hot air blew out of the machine and a gust of blue gas pumped out. A loud roar came from the invention and Flint raised his hands to the ceiling and threw his head back a laugh of triumph exploded from him over the roar of the machine. Now they could get a move on.

Brent waited outside. He was getting impatient and tired. How long did it take to get something? When he heard a loud roar, he jumped and turned his head to the direction of Flint's lab. Suddenly, two wooden doors of two crates opened and Brent saw that they were connected to the lab. The doors opened and there stood something big and the moment Brent saw it, he gasped. Flint waved as he came out of the wooden crate too. Was it some kind of garage? That didn't matter now. What was towering beside Flint was what mattered.

"Brent, may I present The Flying Car 3. Now with twice the speed, twice the strength and included with a personalized tracking system." Flint beamed proudly.

"The Flying Car? Are you sure? I remember what happened last time. We were attacked by super- mutated pizza! And it damaged the car. Who knows what's flying around the FLDSMDFR now!" Brent cried and watched Flint open the side door and climb inside. Hesitating, Brent climbed into the passenger seat. The car now had seatbelts. The previous version didn't. Thank god for that. Brent thought. Blowing out a sigh, Flint started the engine. It roared like a monster and he hoped his dad wouldn't wake up. His dad slept through anything, so this was nothing.

"Let's go." Flint backed up a little and then gripped the steering wheel. He slammed on the gas pedal and the car flew up. Brent held on to his seat and even tightened his seatbelt a little. Flint wasn't exactly the best pilot/driver. But that didn't matter now.

xxx

It had to be morning. The sunlight was streaming into the empty room and the sun's heat came in through the windows. The FLDSMDFR was dangling from the window and the humming had stopped. Its stench filled up the room quite soon. It was the smell of spoiled food. The FLDSMDFR must have some food stuck on the inside and now it was rotting there. Yuck. The worst thing about the situation was that Sam couldn't cover her nose with her hands. They were tied to the chair and only her mouth was gagged. Her nose was out in the open.

"Sam!" came a sharp intake of breath behind her. She couldn't turn around, but by the voice she knew it was Esto. More footsteps came. Reg and Jag must be with him. Maybe they could help her out. The man in the dark blue trench coat was asleep.

"What happened?" Reg demanded and the three henchmen knelt down in front of her. She widened her eyes and shook her head. She didn't want them to get in trouble. If the man in the dark blue trench coat already killed one of his henchmen; Lucio, then he'd be flexible to pull the trigger at his leftover three. Quickly she motioned for them to go away with her head. But it was too late. The man in the dark blue trench coat had slammed the door to his bedroom and now Sam heard him approach them all from behind. A soft snicker came from him and he gripped Sam's chair. When his fingers brushed against her shoulder, she realized it wasn't his finger. It was the cold metal tip of his gun. Her insides froze and she met her frightened glance to Esto's. He watched with a flushed face.

"Flint Lockwood will come soon. He's all better, now that we know he's escaped." The man in the dark blue trench coat grinned and then a loud whistle exploded from down below.

"Why the hell isn't he using the blasted dog whistle? Why the normal one?" the man in the dark blue trench roared in anger and ran over to slide the helicopter doors open and dropped the rope ladder down. Sam tried to sit up a little straighter to see who will enter the helicopter. A short figure entered the helicopter. Quickly, the man in the dark blue trench coat slide the door closed. The figure stood up. The person wore a dark blue trench coat and had a dark blue hat too. Now that he stood next to the original man in the dark blue trench coat, Sam saw that they were now same in height. Both shook hands and then the newcomer walked over to one of the couches and flopped down.

When the newcomer met Sam's scared look he grinned a familiar grin and Sam wanted to scream. She thought she knew who the newcomer was. Then who the heck was the original man in the dark blue trench coat? She had no idea.

xxx

"Damn! I can't see a thing!" Flint turned the steering wheel sharply to the left and the flying car veered sharply to the left. Brent almost fell out of his seat. They now flew over New York City. The skies were clear (no food raining yet) but it was cloudy. Very cloudy. Flint had tried to go lower earlier, but he almost crashed into a building. After that happened, Brent had yelled at him for not watching where he was going. Flint argued that it wasn't his fault the building where built so high. Now they barely said a thing to one another. Carefully, Brent rolled his window down and stuck his head out. He sniffed the air.

"Mmmm. I can smell marinara sauce." Brent grinned and sniffed the air again.

"Stop thinking about your stomach!" Flint snapped and turned right. Brent rolled his eyes and sat back down, he closed the window. But he wondered why was the smell of marinara sauce so high up in the sky. Unless… Oh god. What if the spaghetti tornado was spinning its way toward them now? Where was Sam when they needed her? They needed her Doppler Weather Raider Effect 2000 Turbo to see if there was a food storm on its way.

"Flint!" Brent suddenly whimpered and pointed his finger to the window. Leaning over the steering wheel, Flint saw that the clouds were turning orange. He quickly rolled his window down and smelled the air. It was the same smell that was in that hospital room where Dr. Jetts died. There was a spaghetti tornado.

"FLINT, LOOK OUT!" Brent screamed and shrunk back in his seat. A meatball the size of the car was flying toward them at a frightening speed. Gasping, Flint turned and the whole car spun upside-down. Both Brent and Flint screamed as the car spun out of control. Frantically, Flint pushed some button on the dashboard and the car came back to upright position. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal and the car spurted upward. Beside him, Brent pressed the wipers. The way in front of them was a little bit clearer. Flint squinted and saw the spaghetti tornado spinning up ahead.

"We are screwed." Flint raised both eyebrows and his jaw fell open.

"You can say that again." Brent leaned forward and watched the tornado spin in the distance. It was ten times bigger than the one that had come during the grand opening of ChewandSwallow. Red sauce splattered everywhere, when the tornado passed. Stray spaghetti was left off on buildings. The Empire State Building was already wrapped in it.

"If the food mutations get worse, then the food will spread across the world…again. We need to stop the machine. Except there's a problem." Flint went pale and Brent blinked over at him. That last thing they needed was a problem. They already had a handful of problem to deal with.

"We don't have a Kill Code or my can of Spray-On-Shoes. How in the world do we stop the FLDSMDFR?" Flint trembled and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"You'll think of something. You always do." Brent turned to Flint and nodded. Sighing, Flint hoped Brent was right. He had to be right. If he didn't think of something, this was the end for them all. But this was his invention. He knew all the wires he wired in and all the gears inside. If only he could remove a gear or snap a wire. That would do the trick. But how do you get into a food machine spitting food ten times your size? Think, Flint. Think. Flint thought. He stopped concentrating and didn't see a meatball flying there way at break-neck speed. A scream escaped Brent, but Flint wasn't fast enough.

The meatball smacked into the cars side and that smashed Flint's door open. The car tilted and Flint felt himself sliding of his seat. His seatbelt snapped and now he was sliding off his seat and was falling out of the doorway. Before he could plunge to his death, Flint gripped the flying cars bumper.

"Brent!" Flint shrieked.

"Hold on!" Brent held his hand out. But Brent's hand was slippery with sweat and he couldn't exactly grip Flint's hand. Flint heard a thunderous roar and saw the spaghetti tornado spinning their way. If Brent didn't get Flint back into the car, both will be sucked into the monstrous tornado and be ripped into little pieces along with the flying car.