Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs Chapter 7
A few days later, Flint was sitting on his bed in deep thought.
"That's It" said Flint, and he ran away to get something started.
"Researching" he said, looking up things on dating, and ignoring ten missed calls from FLDSMDFR.
"Roleplaying" he said, sitting at a table with Steve in a blond wig.
"Ordering" he said, sitting at the computer. He took the microphone and called FLDSMDFR.
"Come on, come on" said Flint.
"Hello, creator is that you" asked the machine.
"FLDSMDFR, hey, look, I have a special order I'm going to send up to you" said Flint.
"But creator, you sent up a special order a few days ago, what is this order for" asked FLDSMDFR.
"Let's just say it's special. So can you make it, for me" asked Flint, in a kid begging kind of voice.
"Well, I suppose I could, but" said the machine.
"GREAT" said Flint happily, and he ended the chat and started typing in the order. The needle on the mood gauge moved slightly.
"Dialing, Waiting" said Flint as he typed a number and waited.
"Sam Sparks" said Sam, answering the call.
"HANING UP" said Flint hastily, putting the phone down.
"Regretting" he said, banging his head.
"Re-psyching" he said, doing a kick in the air.
"Saying what I'm doing" said Flint while dialing the number again.
"Flint" asked Sam, answering the call again.
"Hi, Sam, how are you? That's nice. I was wondering if you would like to go on a da- activity with me tomorrow" asked Flint, nervously.
"Um…okay" said Sam, a little confused.
"Great, bye. Meet me in the forest" said Flint, and then hanged up.
"Nailed it. Got to go Steve, keep an eye on the lab for me" said Flint as he walked out. What he didn't see was that the Dangeometer was halfway in the yellow, and the FLDSMDFR's gauge was just a poke from yellow. While this went on, Steve put an ice-cream cone on his head. "Steve".
The next day, around sunset, Flint and Sam were walking through a field, with Flint's Remote Control TV running across behind them.
"Where are we going" asked Sam.
"Oh, nowhere. I just thought it'd be nice for the two of us to go on a walk together. Like you do as friends" said Flint nervously.
Then the two reached the top of a hill "Oh, my, what's that" asked Flint. Sam looked and gasped. There, a little from the hill, was a giant dome made of Jell-O. The two walked up to it.
"Jell-O's my Favorite" said Sam.
"You never made a request, so, I made one for you" said Flint. Then, he walked right into the Jell-O.
"Flint, Flint" asked Sam. Then, Flint's hand appeared out of the Jell-O. "Join Me" he said, extending it.
Sam hesitantly grabbed it, and was instantly pulled inside the dome. Surprisingly, the inside was hallow, and shaped like the inside of a large mansion.
"But how did you" asked Sam.
"I made it rain Jell-O, then I gathered it up with the Outtasighter and then I brought it here and pressed it into a gigantic custom-carved plastic Tupperware mold I made. No big deal" said Flint, and then he ran to a Jell-O piano and started playing it. "Everything's made of Jell-O. This piano, those sconces that ghetto blaster, that Jell-O, that aquarium, that Venus de Milo with your face on it next to a Michelangelo's David that also has your face. Come on, Sam, what are you waiting for" asked Flint after pointing out everything.
Sam looked at it all, then at the EXIT sign behind her. "NOTHING" she screamed, and started jumping around the place with Flint.
Later, the two were on the highest part of the dome. The sun was still out, but it was almost gone. Flint and Sam sat in silence looking at it.
"So Jell- O" said Sam, holding up a spoon full of Jell-O.
"Right. Right, right" said Flint.
"It's a solid, it's a liquid it's a visco-elastic polymer made of polypeptide chains, but you eat it" said Sam. But then she realized what she said "I mean it tastes good".
"Why do you do that" asked Flint.
"Do what" asked Sam, looking away.
"Say something super smart and then bail from it" said Flint.
Sam sighed "Can you keep a secret" she asked.
"No" said Flint, but then he saw her face and said "But this time, sure".
"Okay. Well, it was a really long time ago, but l, too, was… a nerd" said Sam, turning away in embarrassment.
"Too" said Flint, confused.
"When I was a little girl, I wore a ponytail, I had glasses, and I was totally obsessed with the science of weather. Other girls wanted a Barbie. I wanted a Doppler Weather Radar 2000 Turbo. But all the kids used to taunt me with this lame song. It wasn't even clever. "Four-eyes, four-eyes You need glasses to see"" explained Sam.
Flint chuckled at the song, but saw Sam glaring at him "Go On" he said.
"So I got a new look, gave up the science-y smart stuff, and I was never made fun of again. And I still need these glasses, but I never wear them" said Sam, pulling out a pair of glasses.
"I'll bet you look great with glasses on" said Flint, taking the glasses.
"I'm not" said Sam nervously.
"And on they go" said Flint, putting them on. One moment, Sam saw a blurred handsome version of Flint, but when the glasses were on, she saw what he really looked like.
"WHOA" said Sam, surprised.
"What" asked Flint?
"Nothing" said Sam.
"Wait" said Flint. He scooped up some Jell-O, and formed it into something.
"It's a Jell- O scrunchie" he said, showing it so Sam.
She looked at it nervously, but turned around and let Flint put it on. "And now, the reveal" he said with his hand over his eyes. When he put his hand down, he saw Sam with glasses and hair in a ponytail. "Wow" said Flint, mesmerized by her beauty.
"I mean, you were okay before but now, you're beautiful" he said.
"No, I'm not. I can't go out in public like this" said Sam, embarrassed.
"Well, why not? I mean, this is the real you, right? Smart, bespectacled, who wouldn't wanna see that" asked Flint.
"You know, I've never met anyone like you, Flint Lockwood" said Sam.
"Me either. But about you" said Flint. Then he puckered his lips, but while doing so, puffed out his mouth to. Sam, confused, tried to find a way to kiss him. But just then…
"Flint, you have a call, Flint, you have a call" said a voice.
"Is that your phone ringing" asked Sam.
"That's weird. Someone must've changed my ring" said Flint silently as he looked to see who was calling.
"Oh, it's the mayor. Do you mind if I take this" asked Flint.
"No, no, no. Go ahead, take it. That's fine" said Sam.
"I'm sorry, it's important" said Flint.
"I should be going too. It's getting late" said Sam.
"I'll just step outside" said Flint, walking through the Jell-O, not knowing he was on the balcony. Sam watched as Flint fell out of sight, before hearing him hit the dirt a few seconds later.
A few hours later, Tim was outside a building that sold bibs. He was adjusting his tie while he waited. Then, Flint ran up to him.
"Dad, you came. I have so much to tell you" he said excitedly.
"Do I look all right" asked Tim.
"You look great. Come on, let's go" said Flint.
They soon arrived at a club called "The Roofless", which had a long line of people in front of it. At the front of the line, Brent was talking to the bouncer. "It's Baby Brent, you know? UH OH" he said, doing his pose. "I should be on the list" he complained.
Then Flint and Tim walked past him. "Hey Brian" he said to the bouncer, who let them pass.
"WHAT, you're letting that guy in…THAT GUY'S A NERD" shouted Brent as the door closed.
Inside, it looked like a normal restaurant. However, there was one major difference…there was no roof. Food fell from the sky and landed in people's plates. Tonight, it was raining steak.
Flint and Tim were lead through the restaurant, while people complimented Flint and the steaks he had made.
"Very nice place" said Tim as others, including Earl, thanked Flint. Soon they were seated at their table. "So no roof" he said.
"Yep. You just hold out your plate. And I even made it rain your favorite: Meat" said Flint as he held out his plate and a steak fell into it. Tim looked around as steaks fell into people's plates. However, it seemed that the steaks were getting a little bigger.
"Okay. So you know how the grand reopening of the town is tomorrow? Well, the mayor has asked me to cut the ribbon" said Flint. They he leaned across the table and said "He said my invention saved the town. Aren't you proud of me" asked Flint with his hands raised.
Tim was silent for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, a VERY large steak fell right in front of him, it was twice as big as the plate. He looked at the steak, then at Flint. "Well...doesn't this steak look a little big to you" he asked.
Flint faced showed one of disbelief; he couldn't believe what he just heard. "Yeah, it's a big steak. I mean, every steak is not exactly the same size. Did you even hear what I just said" he asked, now with a disappointed face as a large steak landed in front of him.
"Son, look around. I'm not sure this is good for people. Maybe you should think about turning your 'invention' off" asked Tim.
"He's making everybody happy. Everybody except you. When are you gonna accept that this is who I am...instead of trying to get me to work in some boring tackle shop" asked Flint, then a steak landed on his head.
Tim was silent for a moment, then said "Well...you seem like you know what you're doing, then. I guess I'll just get out of your way" and he got up and walked away. Flint's face slowly looked sad as he saw him leave.
Later, Tim was grinding sardines into chum at the store. He looked around and sighed. At the same time, a steak came down at knocked the "And Son's" sign off the store sign.
Even later, Flint was walking back to the lab. The food had changed to Hotdogs, and Flint was talking to himself. "I mean, there's no pleasing that guy. He just wants to take anything good I do and just smoosh it" he said angrily. Suddenly, something large dropped down in front of him. "AAAWWW" he screamed, but stopped when he looked down. It was a hotdog, but it was ten times the size of a regular hotdog. Flint looked around, and was surprised to see hotdogs of the same size all over the place. "These are big hotdogs" he said as he looked around.
Flint took the hotdog and brought it back to his lab. He put it under a scanner and, well, scanned it. The results showed up on a screen and Flint looked them over. While he did, Steve began eating the mustard off the hotdog.
"Man. I mean, this isn't that bad. Is it, Steve" asked Flint.
"Yellow" said Steve, whose hands and mouth were covered in mustard.
"You're right, Steve. The Dangeometer is in the yellow. And FLDSMDFR's is close to being the same. Maybe I should call him" said Flint as he looked at the computer "Because I don't know what to do".
"I do" said a voice. Flint looked behind him, and from the shadows came the mayor. He had gotten even bigger, and was still using the scooter to get around. A hotdog with ice cream, bacon, and other things was under his left arm. "I declare these hot dogs to be delicious" he said happily.
"Oh No" said Flint, who almost fell over with surprise. "Whoa" said Steve, and he ducked behind some boxes.
"How did you get in here" asked Flint.
"Tomorrow's the big day, Flint. The entire town's fate is resting on your food weather. I'm thinking pasta. Some light apps. I know you won't let us down" said the mayor as he handed Flint a menu, took a bite of some ice cream, and backed away.
"Well, Mr. Mayor, I think there's something you should see" said Flint.
"What" said the mayor, rolling right up to Flint's face.
Flint walked over to a screen and turned it on. It showed small, blue molecules in the shape of a normal sized hotdog. "This is the molecular structure of a hot dog that fell last week" said Flint. Then he turned on a screen below it, and it showed large, red molecules in the shape of a large hotdog. "And this is the molecular structure of a hot dog that fell today" he said.
"FLDSMDFR uses microwave radiation to mutate the genetic recipe of the food. The more we ask him to make, the more clouds he takes in, the more radiation he emits, the more these food molecules could over- mutate. I think that's why the food is getting bigger" said Flint.
The mayor was sitting there with a bored expression. "Here's what I heard: "bla, bla, bla, Science, science, science, bigger." And bigger is better. Everyone's gonna love these new portion sizes" said the mayor, and he fit the entire large hotdog into his mouth. "I know I do" he said, with the hotdog still in his mouth.
Flint looked a little disgusted, but then turned to the large red button. "My dad thinks I should turn him off" he said. The mayor approached him.
"Geniuses like us are never understood by their fathers, Flint" he said.
"But what if things go" was all Flint could say before the mayor cut him off.
"Who needs the approval of one family member when you can have it from millions of acquaintances? Not to mention that little cutlet, Sam Sparks. And me" he said, then he started driving his scooter around Flint. "I've always felt that you were like a son to me, Flint. And I'm gonna be so proud of you tomorrow, when you cut that ribbon, save the town, and prove to everybody what a great inventor you are. So here's the cheese: You can keep him going, get everything you've ever wanted, and be the great man I know you can be. Or you can turn him off, ruin everything, and no one will ever like you. It's your choice" said the mayor, and he whispered the last few words into Flint's ear for an echo affect.
Flint was silent for a second, before sighing and saying "okay". So he walked up to the computer and started typing in the order. But he also ignored the FLDSMDFR's voicemails, which had gone up to twenty-one. As he did this, the mayor greedily looked down at him doing it. Steve just hid down below the desk.
When Flint was done, he turned to the red button. "I mean, bigger is better...right" he asked.
"Oh ya" said the mayor. So, with a second pause, Flint hit the button, and the order was sent up.
Meanwhile, FLDSMDFR wasn't doing so well. He looked worn out, like when you exercise for too long. His eyes were dreary, and he was just hanging there. But there was another issue. Globs of food had stuck themselves all along his left side. His left hand, leg, arm, and foot were covered in the food glob. But there was also some around the food exit port area. "So tired, I need some rest. But I just have to wait, creator cares about me, and I'm sure he'll send me a message telling me I've got the day off. I'm sure of it" he said in a tired confident voice. And not a moment later, FLDSMDFR felt a message approaching. "Awe, and here it is now. I knew creator cared" he said happily, but still in a tired way.
But suddenly, his whole circuit started to go haywire. He felt like there was a fire inside of him, burning everything it could. His actions started kicking in, and he began saying random food again. "Spaghetti. Asparagus. Celery. Garlic bread. Meatball. Shrimp" he said in a very fast way.
But while this went on, he started thinking. "All he does is send me orders. He ignores my calls, and he doesn't give me any credit. All I am to him is some mindless machine. And everyone just wants more food" he thought. But as he did, his hands started to become fists, and he gritted his teeth. Finally, his face turned from one of tiresome to one of anger. "SO, THEY WANT FOOD DO THEY? WELL ALRIGHT THEN, I'LL GIVE THEM FOOD. I'll GIVE THEM LOT'S OF FOOD" he screamed, and suddenly tons of food shot out of his exit port.
Back at the lab, the mayor was telling Flint he had made the right choice. But while they talked, FLDSMDFR's gauge was shaking. The needle, which was still in the blue, wobbled. Suddenly, it shot right, and landed right in the middle of yellow.
Sorry for the wait, but I hope you liked this chapter. Doesn't look like things are going well for FLDSMDFR. Tune in to see what happens next.