The giant spaghetti twister had died down as Mirabel peeked out of the news van and noticed a majority of people surrounding Earl and Cal, the latter being unconscious, but Manny seemed to be handling it.
Mirabel managed to find Sam not far from the group, checking on her radar.
"Sam!" Mirabel called, rushing over to her.
Sam looked up, smiling when she spotted Mirabel.
"Mirabel!" Sam cried, pulling her into an awkward side hug.
"Are you okay? Nothing hurt?" Mirabel asked when they pull apart.
"I'm still in one piece, but it happened again," Sam replied.
Mirabel smirked and guessed, "Face smushed into the camera?"
Sam nodded.
"Looks like everything turned out okay," Earl grinned, ending Sam and Mirabel's conversation.
They look over as Mirabel was relieved to see Cal awake, although people gave them two weird looks.
"Not yet, it hasn't," Mirabel spoke, causing everyone to look at her and Sam.
"Mira's right, that spaghetti twister was just an amuse-bouche compared to what's on the way," Sam informed.
"What's an amused-bouche?" They hear someone ask.
"Manny, patch us through," Mirabel commented, patching Sam's microphone toward him.
Manny started typing on the van's computer, making a signal extender come out to the top, he came over and aimed his camera at them.
"I'm gonna need you to hold up the radar," Sam handed Mirabel the radar, which she held up while she took off her blue jumper and told Manny. "Go."
"Cute report, Nacy-Hey, hey, Four-eyes!" Patrick yelled through the comm.
"Can it, Patrick. We are about to be in the epicenter of a perfect food storm," Sam stated while Mirabel pressed a button on the radar to make everything zoom out. "It's gonna spread across the globe, I've the accusation of the storm system. First, it'll hit New York, then Paris, then the Jiayuguan Pass in eastern China."
People all over the world watch Sam's report and gasp in shock.
"And in four hours, the entire northern hemisphere will be one big potluck!" Sam finished, causing everyone to gulp behind them.
When Sam cut off from Weather-News-Network, Mirabel realized that Flint had not come back yet. Something must have happened to him.
Mirabel turned to Sam, who was now helping a family find their kid a few feet away from her.
"Um, Sam?" Mirabel called to her.
Sam turned to Mirabel and asked, "What is it, Mira?"
"Um, I got…excuse over by…The Lockwoods, I gotta go there quick," Mirabel said.
"Why do you need to-"
"Okay, thanks! I'll be back soon!" Mirabel said as she cut Sam off, gave her a thumbs-up, and ran off.
"Wait, Mirabel!" Mirabel heard Sam call from behind her, but she did not stop running.
Soon, Mirabel arrived at Flint's house, only to run into Tim who was about to head into the backyard.
"Señor Lockwood?" Mirabel called, getting Tim's attention.
Tim looked at Mirabel in confusion as she stopped to catch her breath.
"Ms. Mirabel? What are you doing here?" Tim asked.
"I noticed Flint wasn't back yet, and I wanted to check on him, so-"
Mirabel paused when she noticed something in Tim's hand and asked, "Is that Flint's lab coat?"
"Yes, I found it on a powerline in front of my store," Tim answered.
"Oh no," Mirabel muttered, heading into the backyard, with Tim following close behind her.
"Flint?" Tim called out, but all they hear was a depressed groan nearby.
Tim and Mirabel share a look before heading over to a metal barrel where a few ratbirds were surrounding it.
Another load groan was heard inside it before they fly away.
Mirabel and Tim look inside and see Flint curled inside, looking absolutely defeated.
"Flint?" Mirabel spoke up in concern.
"Hey, Dad, Mira," Flint greeted, without looking at them.
"What are you doing in here?" Mirabel asked.
"Well, I tried to help everybody, but instead I ruined everything," He sniffed. "I'm just a piece of junk."
Mirabel's eyes widen as she and Tim share a concerned look.
"So I threw myself away, along with all these dumb inventions," Flint continued as he picked up a Spary-On Shoes can. "This is junk."
Flint showed Mirabel and Tim another invention that read "Hair Unbalder" on it as he said, "This is junk."
He raised his hand and pointed a finger to himself and finished, "This is junk."
Mirabel sent Flint a saddened look as he dropped his hand, she had never seen him so defeated and broken before. She was almost glad Sam was not here to see this, seeing a broken Flint that would not combine at the moment.
"Oh, son. L-listen, when your boat is, when it's listing, and if it's not running, you know-"
"Don't worry, Dad. I get it, Mom was wrong about me, I'm not an inventor. I should've quit like you said," Flint sadly muttered.
"No, Flint, you are an inventor," Mirabel muttered to herself as she turned to Tim, nodding to the lab coat in his hands.
"Well, when it rains, you put on a coat," Tim metaphored, holding up Flint's coat.
"Dad, you know I don't understand fishing metaphor-"
Flint looked up, cutting himself up with a small gasp.
"What?" Flint muttered in disbelief, standing up and grabbing his coat. "My coat."
Mirabel patted Flint's shoulder just as he held it up, but his look slightly saddened when he looked behind her.
Mirabel glanced back and saw Tim heading inside.
But a moment later, a determined look crossed Flint's face.
"Come on, Steve," Flint called and Steve popped up nearby. "We got diem to carpe."
Flint ran toward the door to get into the lab, but Mirabel followed him as she said, "And I'm gonna help you, you'll need all the help you can get to stop this."
Flint looked toward Mirabel with a small smile as he asked, "You positive?"
Mirabel nodded in response.
"Right, to the lab!" Flint said.
Mirabel and Flint step inside the port-a-potty and they head up to the lab.
Flint put on his lab coat, looking determined while Steve hopped on his shoulder.
Mirabel adjusted her glasses and brushed the curls of her hair.
The elevator came to a stop and the slide door opened, causing the three of them to run into the lab in a heroic-comic fashion to get ready for the challenges ahead.
Flint, now sporting his favorite blue t-shirt, typed on the computer.
"Kill code downloading," Flint narrated, downloading the termination code onto a USB flash drive.
Mirabel grabbed it, holding it up to her eye with a smirk.
"Redesigning!" Flint narrated, designing his next invention on see-through glass as Mirabel stood next him to calculate something.
"Virtualizing!" Mirabel called out, using 3D technology to put certain parts together, Flint helping her do so.
"Cutting!" Flint used a razor to cut through metal.
"Welding," Mirabel had goggles on, welding something together.
"Forging," Flint held up a steering wheel that he pulled out from a substance.
"Wiring," Mirabel hung from the air, holding some wires.
Steve hits a bucket with a spoon as he spoke, "Helping!"
Flint and Mirabel stand together, the former holding a small remote.
"Testing," Flint said, pressing the button and jet engines shot above them.
"Yes!" The two say in unison.
With Mirabel in the passenger seat, Flint drove the car out of the backyard garage, beating through the fence.
"Flying Car 2," Flint said as he pressed a button, causing the wings to come out. "Now with wings."
"Let's do this," Mirabel grinned.
The Flying Car 2 drove down the road, the twenty-three-year-old and fifteen-year-old sit in silence.