After getting their bearings, Flint managed to create a hand-made torch from a marshmallow and a shrimp skewer. Gently, Mirabel took it from Flint and lit it on a flaming cherry jubilee.

Turning around, Mirabel lifted the torch up and it illuminated the walls made by the congealed food.

"Woah," Mirabel uttered in shock.

"You can say that again," Flint mumbled in agreement, standing beside Mirabel.

Sam opened her Dopple Radar and explained, "We've landed here in some kind of exhaust vent, but if we go through this way, the Flamidabager should be right down this air shaft. Brent, get out of that pie."

Mirabel and Flint look back to see Brent in the middle of a pie, eating away at it.

Brent paused, looking up to stare at them as he asked, "What's that?"

"Must be learning survival skills," Mirabel said.

...

Mirabel, Flint, Sam, and Brent have been heading down the tunnel for a few minutes now. Mirabel and Flint were leading the charge while Sam and Brent were not too far behind.

Soon, the tunnel started opened up and they come face to face with a large pool of boiling hot fry oil. Mirabel and Flint manage to stop in time, along with Sam, but Flint had to stop Brent from walking into it.

"That's fry oil," Flint muttered, watching a couple of fries and chicken nuggets float to the surface.

Surveying the situation, Flint realized that there was no other way to get to the other side other than going straight across.

"Great, we need to go across," Mirabel bitterly muttered, but slightly nervous.

Flint took a deep breath and said, "Okay, guys, follow my lead."

Taking a few steps back, Flint ran forward and leapt onto a chicken nugget, but one of his feet briefly got caught in the oil.

Flint screamed in pain, grabbing his foot.

Quickly shaking if off, Flint continued his way forward, leaping across different foods while trying to keep his balance. Mirabel, Sam, and Brent start doing the same, avoiding the oil coming down from the ceiling and balancing themselves.

"Flint, you have a call. Flint, you have a-" Flint's phone rang, which he answered since he knew it was Tim.

"Ah! Dad. Oh, okay, great. Uh, on the screen, there's a file marked "Kill code"." Flint informed, leaping onto a fry.

"Wha-!" Flint heard Tim mutter from the other side of the line in confusion.

"Move that into my e-mail window. Agh! Type in my name and press send," Flint explained, trying to keep his balance on the spinning chicken nugget beneath him.

Flint glanced back and saw both Sam and Brent struggling with a few food bits behind him while Mirabel was pretty much at the same point that he was.

"Um, w-window?" Tim asked in confusion.

"Okay, Dad. You see the thing that looks like a little piece of paper?"

"What?"

"Use the mouse to drag it," Flint instructed, practically doing the splits with the two fries that stretched out underneath him.

"Drag it?"

"Drag it!"

"Drag it?"

"Drag it! Right? Okay, great. Okay, great," Flint huffed, noticing that he and Mirabel have almost reach the other side. He could hear Sam and Baby Brent struggling behind him.

"It's not dragging," Tim replied, making Flint roll his eyes.

"Drag it across the desktop," Flint suggested, hopping across onto another chicken nugget, almost at the end.

Suddenly, Flint heard a crash from the other side of the line, followed by a few seconds of silence.

"That didn't do anything," Tim said.

"Of course it didn't! You know what? Agh!" Flint groaned, hitting his phone into his face over and over again.

A minute after that, Mirabel and Flint manage to get to the other side.

Mirabel tried to catch her breath as she admitted, "That was…not the best."

"Exactly," Flint agreed, hearing Tim talk to himself on the other end of the line. "If the keyboard is on the ground, put it back on the desktop."

"Is he having trouble on the other end?" Mirabel asked, chuckling in amusement.

"Yep," Flint sighed, "How are Sam and Baby Brent doing?"

Mirabel glanced off to the side, eyes widening as she pointed and said, "Not the best."

Funneling his eyebrows in concern, Flint looked over and saw Sam and Brent hold onto a french fry each, trying their best not to fall into the oil even if they were slowly sinking.

"Oh, crap balls."

...

After getting Sam and Baby Brent safely across the fry oil, which is a mystery in of itself that Flint would like to answer, they continue down another tunnel. By the changing color lights Flint spotted in the distance, he could tell that they were getting closer to the FLDSMDFR.

Sam was leading the charge with Baby Brent right behind her while Mirabel stayed by her side.

At this point, Flint was able to walk Tim through enough to be almost at the point of sending him the email with the kill code on it.

"Now what?" Tim asked.

Flint stopped in place while the others keep going as he said, "Just click send."

"Flint! The FLDSMDFR's just right down there!" Sam called to Flint, motioning her radar as she, Mirabel, and Baby Brent continue ahead.

Mirabel paused, turning to Flint when she noticed that he was not following as she called, "Flint, come on! We're getting close!"

"Dad, hurry," Flint pleaded.

"Send. Send. Oh, wait," Tim seemed to realize something, but before he could get any other words out, Flint could hear a gigantic bang coming from his side of the line, following by another one a few seconds later.

Flint's heart dropped and fear flowed through his body when he realized that the line had practically gone dead. Flint had to briefly check if he had not hung up on him, but the call was still active.

"Dad? Dad? Can you hear me? Dad?!" Flint exclaimed, hoping that he was okay, but he did not get an answer.

Suddenly, they hear clucking right above them.

"Hey, guys?" Baby Brent called, looking up toward the ceiling while Mirabel, Flint, and Sam do the same thing.

As hundred roasted chickens were moving above them, seemingly crawling above them.

"What?" Mirabel slowly asked in shock.

"Holy crap balls," Flint muttered, also in shock.

Horror seeped through their systems, realizing that they were probably after them like the pizzas from outside. Flint turned around, motioning for the others to move as he said, "Go, go, go!"

Flint caught up to Mirabel, Sam, and Brent as fast as he could, but the chickens drop down from the ceiling, quickly surrounding them.

Mirabel waved the torch back and forth, trying to wade them back so they would not come closer.

But one managed to walk over to Baby Brent, who seemed unbothered by the chicken's presence.

"Oh, I don't know, I think they're kind of cute," Brent said as he was about to pet it.

Mirabel turned to Brent and exclaimed, "Brent, don't pet it!"

"What? Nothing bad's gonna happen to me. This one just walked up to me and-"

Brent was cut off when the chicken started to…EAT HIM?!?!

Mirabel ran to the chicken and grabbed Brent's legs, trying to pull him out, but the chicken pushed her back and swallowed Brent.

Flint and Sam stare wide-eyed at what just happened.

"They ate Brent!" They exclaim in unison, fear spreading through their systems as Mirabel got up in shock.

With her free hand, Sam grabbed Mirabel's free hand and started rubbing circles on her back so she could comfort her as best as she could in this situation.

Flint brought his phone back to his ear while Mirabel picked up the torch and waved it around to keep them back as Sam held up her radar to attack them if they come close.

"Dad, I'm surrounded by man-eating chickens right now. So if this is goodbye, thanks for trying to set me straight. Figured it out a little late, I guess. Okay, bye," Flint sadly confessed, closing his eyes as he hung up the phone.

Mirabel, Flint, and Sam press their backs against each other as the chickens get closer and closer.

"Flint?" Sam whispered to Flint.

"If we don't make it, there's something I'd like to tell you," Sam took a deep breath. "I-"

Sam did not get to finish her sentence when Flint's phone beeped.

Flint looked at the screen and saw a notification on it that read, "Email Received".

Mirabel, Sam, and Flint look at each other in disbelief.

"Dad," Flint muttered, sharing a smile.

The hope was short-lived when a chicken ate Flint's phone.

"Hey! Give me that phone back!" Flint yelled, taking the torch from Mirabel and getting into a fighting stance.

Suddenly, a chicken started clucking in pain, looking like it was having a stroke.

Mirabel, Flint, and Sam stare at it in confusion, but it soon started to get weird when it landed on the ground, still moving in erratic movements.

The chickens step closer to get a better look, seemingly looking at it in confusion.

"Agh! Oh!" Brent screamed, his head popping out at the top. He quickly got back on his feet, laughing in triumphant.

Mirabel and Sam seem to be giving Brent horrified looks while Flint stated in confusion, but hesitant.

"Why did I have to leave the Encanto to see that?!" Mirabel asked.

"Baby Brent?" Flint asked.

"I'm not Baby Brent anymore! I'm Chicken Brent!" Baby, now Chicken Brent declared, starting to fight off the chickens. "And I'm finally contributing to society! Crotch kick!"

Chicken Brent kicked a chicken in its groin, making Flint's phone pop out from the top.

He started letting out a battle cry, grabbing Mirabel, Flint, and Sam before punching away more chickens to get them through the tunnel.

Once they were clear of them, Brent set Mirabel, Flint, and Sam down and handed Flint his phone.

"Now go, you crazy kids and save the world!" Brent called to them as Mirabel, Flint, and Sam run down the tunnel, but they turn around to give their thanks.

"You did it, Chicken Brent. You really did it," Flint said as he smiled while Sam nodded at Brent and Mirabel gave him a thumbs up.

"Go, go, go, go," Chicken Brent encouraged before he turned around to hold back the chickens that were coming toward them.

Mirabel, Flint, and Sam turn, determinedly running down the tunnel.

"It should be right down this….hole," Sam informed as she, Mirabel, and Flint quickly come to a stop when they get to the hole, surrounded by peanut brittle that also covered the walls in the hole below.

"That's peanut brittle," Mirabel spoke up in realization. One coming loose and falling into the colorful darkness below. "If either of you touch it, you'll go into anaphylactic shock."

Flint guiltily looked down as he shamelessly confessed, "Actually, I'm not entirely allergic to peanuts. I might have said that to get Sam to like me."

Mirabel and Sam look up at Flint, but they both seem amused as Sam asked, "So you really thought having allergies would make you more attractive?"

The question caused Flint to shrug in response with a small noise.

Mirabel headed over to a wall, grabbing a long line/rope of licorice as she said, "Sam can't go down because of the peanut brittle. So since you lied…along with holding the kill code, you're going down there."

Flint sighed and replied, "I guess that's fair."

Since Flint knew that they do not have enough time, they got to work fast. Flint placed the torch to the side of the hole so it would be a light source up there.

Mirabel helped Flint tie the licorice around his waist before she and Sam grab it so they can safely lower him down.

…

Manny adeptly steers the car around various oncoming foods as Steve tried to grab his pencil thin mustache.

"Mustache…moust-"

Manny cut Steve off as he sent him a "Please don't" look.

In Valle de Cocora, Colombia...

In the village of Encanto, the Madrigals were doing their normal routines. Julieta was healing people with her food, Agustin and Félix were chopping wood, Pepa was raining on the crops for them to grow, Isabela was growing flowers, Luisa was carrying donkeys, moving the church, and rerouting the river, Dolores was listening to….stuff, Camilo was babysitting the town kids, and Bruno? He just stared at the dark storm clouds coming to the village, but they were not from Pepa.

Bruno looked down at the vision tablet and up at the storm clouds in horror. The vision was coming true.

The Madrigals and the villagers freeze when they hear a loud thump on the ground.

"Um, what was that?" Camilo asked.

They hear another thump that was louder than the first one as they see macaws and toucans fly away from the trees.

A giant arepa fell from the sky and slammed into Osvaldo and his donkey cart, sending melted cheese all over him.

They see a giant empanada fall on top of a house, smashing a part of the roof as Félix warned, "We might wanna run!"

The villagers evacuate into their houses as the Madrigals run back to Casita as Isabela dodged the falling arepas and empanadas, but Dolores, Camilo, and Luisa get crushed by some, getting ground meat and cheese all over them, but they keep running.

They make it into Casita as Isabela asked, "What's happening out there?"

"I think it's a punishment from God or Abuelo to Abuela for what she did nine years ago!" Camilo replied.

"Don't be stupid! Raining giant food? How is that a punishment? It can't be, it's just….weather gone wrong!" Dolores informed.

"This has to be a dream! A dream I tell you!" Camilo exclaimed.

Isabela pinched Camilo's shoulder and he exclaimed in pain.

"That hurt, right?" Isabela asked.

"Yes!" Camilo replied as he rubbed his shoulder.

"Definitely not a dream," Isabela said.

Bruno ran to them and said, "She's right. It's the vision, it's coming true!"

"Show us," Luisa replied.

Isabela, Luisa, Dolores, and Camilo look into the vision tablet to see Mirabel in the food storm and Bruno turned it as it changed to her falling in an explosion and their faces turn to horror as Camilo shook his head.

"What?" Isabela asked in disbelief.

In New York City...

"Sesame bagel!" A woman yelled as a giant bagel fell on top of the jumbotron, crushing a bunch of signs.

The citizens of New York evacuate as man holding a hot dog stood in front of a vendor and said, "I asked for extra mustard."

The man's wish came true as a waterfall of mustard poured on him.

Two homeless prophets stand next to each other as they wear sandwich boards. One read "The end is tomorrow" and the other read "The end of the world is today".

The first prophet got crushed by a hot dog as the other prophet laughed and said, "I was right!"

In Paris, France...

A BLT sandwich fell on top of the Eiffel Tower as an olive landed on top as if it was a toothpick.

In Mt. Rushmore...

Tourists enjoy the manmade beauty of Mt. Rushmore, until the presidents are smashed with cream pies as one smashed behind the head of Abraham Lincoln, imitating his assassination.

In London, England...

Hot tea rains on Big Ben and the Londoners as they run around with teacups and teapots.

"Hot tea?!" One questioned.

"Did someone say hot tea?!" Another one asked as his umbrella burnt from the heat of the tea.

In Beijing, China...

At the Great Wall of China, a giant fortune cookie landed in front of tourists and it broke open.

"You are about to be crushed by a giant corn," A woman read the fortune.

Just then, a giant cob of corn rolled down the wall and toward the tourists as they run away.

In the WWN newsroom...

People run around the newsroom in panic as Patrick explained, "It looks like the food storm is following an unusual pattern of hitting the world's most famous landmarks first and is now spreading to the rest of the globe."

When Patrick finished, a giant pretzel crashed into the newsroom and trapped him.

Patrick looked down at the pretzel and asked, "What the what?"

Did you catch my reference to The Super Mario Bros. Movie?