Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

The Flint Lock... whoa!

Steve!

Nerd!

Flint Lockwood!

Uh oh!

Happy Birthday, Johnny Sardine!

There's no way that sardine is 50 years old!

I mean look at him, that's ridiculous.

I know. He looks great for his age.

And after all these years.

Johnny Sardine in the Mod 60s, the 70s

when he discovered rock and roll, the power-suit 80s,

the slacker 90s. Always super famous.

Always granting wishes.

It makes no sense. Unless...

granting wishes is a form of energy

represented by "E" over T for Time divided

by the rate of aging... Nope, no sense.

Move it! Average people back off. Uh oh!

Hey Sam. It's me, Baby Brent. Boom!

Yo, Fishery-dude!

I wish my face could even be more impossibly beautiful

than it already is. Just do it.

Oh, look at that jaw! It's like it's 3D.

Thanks, Jimmy Sardinelli.

Uh oh! BB out.

Wow.

And if you think that's cool.

I don't. I do not.

There was this one time I wished for a pony

and when I got home...

Flint, there's a pony on TV.

LOOK, IT'S A PONY! THERE'S A PONY ON TV!

AH, IT'S LIKE A LITTLE HORSE!

Whoa.

Flint Lockwood, I won't have you threatening Swallow Falls'

most beloved wish-granting fish

with your jumpy up and downy nincompoopery.

Morning Mr. Earl. You're crushing my lungs.

Oh, Great Johnny Sardine.

Give me a sign that my precious son, Cal,

loves his daddy even half as much as his daddy loves him.

Woohoo! You did it again, Johnny Sardine.

You did it again. Happy Birthday. Whoo hoo hoo!

Give it a go.

Oh fine. But only to prove how lame this is.

How 'bout an ice cream.

Wha?! How. Did that happen?

That's the power of Johnny Sardine!

That'll be two bucks, kid.

- A wish-granting fish. - . Who knew?

My turn. Let's see... that's it!

Ah! I killed Johnny Sardine!

C'mon, Flint, it's a sardine, right?

How much trouble can we possibly get into?

Hey-hey-hey! As the Mayor of Swallow Falls...

Sorry, Dad.

I have an announcement to make.

It's Johnny Sardine's 50th birthday!

So if anything happens to him today,

that person or persons are in BIG TROUBLE! HUGE TROUBLE!

So where's the birthday boy?

C'mere you little finny friend.

Where are you hiding?

He's uh...

He's teleported to another dimension!

He got a really lucrative job offer...

...to that drug store...

...drug store over... under the water...

...under the bridge...

Good thing I'm not listening to either of you.

Yoo-hoo, Johnny!

I have an idea, Sam.

Great, we tell Mayor Shelbourne

that it was all an accident?

No, I'll invent Johnny Sardine back to life!

TO THE LAB! But first... MAYOR DISTRACTION!

Fine.

Yes I do. Want an ice cream?

I do, I do want some ice cream! Mmmm. Little ice cream, little ice cream...

So distractingly delicious.

I wasn't finished!

Dr. Flint, we lost him.

OVER! OVER!

Not yet, Lab Assistant Steve.

It's not over till the fat fish fries.

Still looking very dead.

Inflating.

Deflating.

And... CLEAR!

Still dead.

Pickling.

Still dead.

Flambéing!

Nope.

And... CLEAR!

He gone.

Clear harder!

Begging! Please come back, oh wish-granting sardine.

Johnny, it's me Flint, we met earlier.

JOHNNY!

It's about time! Wah!

Why don't we just tell the Mayor the truth?

We can't tell anyone. Johnny Sardine was a fish hero.

Songs were written about him. Not good ones, but songs!

Hey, come on. They can't all be hits.

He's not smelling so fresh.

I know. I just wish, I wish...

That's it! I'll just wish Johnny Sardine back to normal.

I wish for Johnny Sardine to be good as new.

YOU'RE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!