Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Have you ever felt

like you were a little bit different?

Like you had something unique to offer the world,

if you could just get people to see it.

Then you know exactly how it felt

to be me.

Go ahead, Flint.

What is the number one problem facing our community today?

Untied shoelaces.

Which is why I've invented

a laceless alternative foot covering.

Spray-On Shoes.

Voilà.

They're so nifty.

How you gonna get them off, nerd?

What a freak.

He wants to be smart, but that's lame.

I wanted to run away that day.

But you can't run away from your own feet.

Oh.

Not every sardine is meant to swim, son.

I don't understand fishing metaphors.

What did I say?

Don't worry.

Honey, I think your shoes are wonderful.

Everyone just thinks I'm a weirdo.

So?

People probably thought that these guys

were weirdoes too.

But that never stopped them.

I was saving this for your birthday,

but here.

A professional-grade lab coat.

Just like the real guys wear.

It fits perfect.

The world needs your originality, Flint.

You just have to grow into it.

And I know that you're gonna do big things someday.

From that moment on

I was determined to invent something great.

Remote Control Television.

And the pitch is in.

Eventually.

Hair Un-Balder.

Flying Car.

Monkey Thought Translator.

Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.

How wise.

No, Steve. No, no, no, no, no! No, please! Leave it--

Ah!

Ratbirds.

Hey, what's going on, little guy?

Flint Lockwood.

My dream was to help my hometown,

a tiny island hidden under the "A" in "Atlantic",

called Swallow Falls.

We were famous for sardines

until the day the Baby Brent Sardine Cannery

closed for good

right after everyone in the world

realized that sardines

are super gross.

Soon, all of us were stuck eating the sardines

that no one else wanted.

Poached, fried, boiled, dried,

candied and juiced.

Life became gray and flavorless.

But when all seemed lost, I stared at defeat

and found hope.

My name is Flint Lockwood.

And I was about to invent a machine

that turns water

into food.

Steve, my best friend and trusted colleague.

Steve.

Can I count on your help?

Can.

I knew I could.

Button, on. Memory, activate.

Blueprints, awesome. Begin nano-mutation.

Radiation matrix, secure.

Computer, boot.

Coolness enhancement, complete.

Engage coffee break.

Networking power grid.

Beginning conversion of water

into food.

Hydrating protein matrix.

Calibrating flavor panel.

Priming chow plopper.

Uploading cool machine voice.

Cheeseburger.

Everyone is going to love this.

Flint!

Sorry, Dad.

Steve, keep working.

Scanning hand.

That's a really weird dude.

Re-energizing tower unit.

Jeez. See you, Dad.

Flint.

Um...

Um, mm,

don't you think it's time to give up this inventing thing,

get a real job?

No, why?

Well, all your technology stuff, it just ends in disaster.

The ratbirds, yes, they escaped and bred at a surprising rate.

But I took care of that problem and disposed of them.

Billy, just play dead.

Flint, you don't keep throwing your net

where there aren't any fish.

What?

I want you to work full-time at the tackle shop.

The tackle shop? Aw, Dad, no.

Tackle is a good career.

Please, I'm so close with this one.

I just have to hook it up to the power station

and give it more power and it'll work.

And-- And then you could sell food in the shop

and then everyone won't have to eat sardines anymore.

It is going to be so awesome.

I'm sorry, son.

Ouch.

No more inventing.

Dad, I know I can do this.

And Mom did too.

It had been almost 10 years since Mom died

and Dad still didn't understand me like she did.

Come on. Let's open the shop.

Tim and Son Sardine Bait and Tackle.

You feeling it?

Mm-hm.

Look out, Baby Brent!

Uh-oh.

Baby Brent Sardines.

Hand-packed in Swallow Falls.

As your mayor,

I know it's time

to put our sardine-canning past behind us

and look to the future.

Sardine tourism!

That's why, without consulting anyone,

I spent the entire town budget

on the thing that is under this tarp

which I will be unveiling today

at noon.

Featuring a live appearance by Baby Brent himself.

What is up, everybody?

Hey.

Hey, it's Baby Brent.

What you doing?

Stacking cans with me on them as a baby?

Uh-oh. Ha-ha-ha.

Anyways, who wants to watch me cut the ribbon

at the mayor's unveiling thing?

I'll be using these bad boys to help save the town.

Boo-yow!

All right, you guys. Sardines, yeah.

Swallow Falls forever!

What a delight.

Listen, you,

maybe you wanna go to that unveiling?

You know, Dad, why don't you go ahead.

I'll, uh-- I'll hold down the fort here.

Really? You sure you can handle it?

Heh-heh-heh. Yeah, Dad, I'm pretty sure I'll be fine.

Heh. All right, then.

I'll be back in half an hour, skipper.

Okay. Bye.

This hellhole is too small for me, Brent.

I wanna be big.

I want people to look at me and say,

"That is one big mayor."

And that's why this has to work.

It has to work.

Otherwise, I'm just a tiny mayor of a tiny town

full of tiny sardine-sucking knuckle-scrapers.

But not me, right?

Oh, not you, Brent. No.

You've always been like a son to me.