Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs PLAY

Cloudy with a chance of meatballs PLAY

CHARACTERS: Flint: Tyler Sam: Diya Mayor: Emma Dad: Sam Officer Earl: Alex Narrator: Sam/Diya Brent: Armaan Cameraman (Manny): Addi Monkey: Thomas Teacher: Asmaa Student: Eman

ACT ONE SCENE ONE: AT SCHOOL

FLINT: 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. TEACHER: Go ahead, Flint. 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. - Voila. STUDENT: They're so nifty. BRENT: How you gonna get them off, nerd? What a freak. He wants to be smart, but that's lame. FLINT: I wanted to run away that day. But you can't run away from your own feet. NARRATOR: Flint was going to quit inventing but his mom told him not to give up because she believed in him.

SCENE TWO: AT HOME FLINT: From that moment on… ...I was determined to invent something great. Remote Control Television. (TV runs away) Eventually. Hair Un- Balder. (grows fur on dad) Flying Car. (crashes) Monkey Thought Translator. STEVE: Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. FLINT: Steve. No, no, no, no, no! Ratbirds! NARRATOR: Flint had a dream to help his hometown of Swallow Falls. All they ate were sardines, and as you know, sardines are super gross! He was about to invent a machine...... that turns water...... into food! But his father made him work at the fish and tackle shop. Meanwhile the mayor was unveiling Sardine Land to attract tourists. But Flint didn’t give up on his dream.

FLINT: We just need 17000 more gigajoules. Go, go, go. OFFICER: What are you doing, Flint Lockwood? FLINT: Just holding my hands behind my back respectfully, sir. OFFICER: You know what you are, Lockwood? FLINT: No. OFFICER: A shenaniganizer. A tomfool. You see my beautiful angel son Cal?I want him to have a bright future without one of your crazy science thingies. FLINT: Well, that's all behind me- - OFFICER: You see this contact lens, Lockwood? -This contact lens represent you. FLINT: All right. OFFICER: And my eye represents my eye. FLINT: Okay. OFFICER: I got my eye on you. FLINT: Oh, my gosh, jaywalkers. OFFICER: Hey. (grabs Eman and Asma jaywalking)

NARRATOR: Flint accidentally launches the device and it starts flying around. Everybody in the crowd starts running. The entire Sardine Land is destroyed. ------LOCATION: AT DOCK

SAM: I quit. (She kicks Flint accidently) FLINT: (screams) It's okay, it's just pain. SAM: Sorry, I'm not myself today. My whole career was ruined by some crazy jerk riding a homemade rocket. Wait a minute. What is going on with your feet? FLINT: Spray-On Shoes. They don't come off. SAM: Wow, they're shiny. I'm Sam. FLINT: Flint. STEVE: Steve. SAM: ls that a Monkey Thought Translator? STEVE: Steve. SAM: Incredible.Did you make all of this stuff? You hit me with a rocket. FLINT: You kicked me in the face. SAM: I said I was sorry. Do you know how hard it is to break into the weather game? I spent my entire life and you only get one shot. FLINT: Cheese? But that could only mean.... STEVE: Excited. Excited. FLINT: My machine works. It really works! SAM: Your machine? Is that what that rocket was? FLINT: Do you like it? SAM: I love it! This is just amazing. Look at this. This is the greatest weather phenomenon in history. FLINT: Hey, aren't you a weathergirl? SAM: Manny, get your camera. Thanks, Patrick. Okay, everybody, you are not gonna believe this one...... but I am standing in the middle of a burger rain. You may have seen a meteor shower...... but you've never seen a shower meatier than this. ASMAA: This is better than sardines. EMAN: I love food from the sky! STEVE: Meat! Meat! Meat! ------LOCATION: INSIDE HIS LAB FLINT: The machine uses a principle of hydro-genetic mutation. Water molecules are bombarded with microwave radiation...... which mutates their genetic recipe into any kind of food you want. So.... SAM: Pizza? FLINT: Yes. SAM: Mashed potatoes? FLINT: Yes. SAM: Peas? FLINT: Yes, that's also a food. SAM: Steak? Apples? FLINT: Yes. SAM: Apple sauce? BLT? FLINT: Yes. I said any kind of food. SAM: Chicken wings? FLINT: Think about what you're saying, and if it's a food, yes. SAM: Baloney. FLINT: Baloney. That is a food. SAM: How about Jell- O? FLINT: Do you like Jell-O? SAM: I love Jell- O. FLINT: I love Jell- O too. Oh, and peanut butter, right? SAM: Oh, no, no, no, I am very allergic to peanuts. FLINT: Hey, me too. SAM: What's it called? FLINT: It's called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super-Mutating...... Dynamic Food Replicator. Or, for short: The FLDSMDFR. SAM: Fliminadifiser? FLINT: FLDSMDFR. SAM: Fliminubahdibferer? FLINT: Fli. Suh. Fdiferf. ------SAM: (doing a weather forecast on TV) Those cheeseburgers were only the beginning...... because a breakfast system is on its way to Swallow Falls. My forecast? Sunny side up. MAYOR: (on street with Flint) Flint, my boy. Here's the plan: You keep making it rain the food...... weathergirl provides free advertising...... I’ll convert this town into a tourist food-topia. Just make it rain three meals a day....and in 30 days, we’ll be a cruise destination. And everyone, everywhere… ...is going to love your invention! FLINT: Do you think so? MAYOR: I know so. SAM: Now that's what I call poultry in motion. KIDS: Mr. Lockwood, may I please have waffles? EMAN: Jellybeans. ASMAA: Potato chips. FLINT: Coming right up. SAM: Leftovers? Not a problem with Flint Lockwood's latest invention, the Outtasighter...... it catapults leftovers out of sight.. ------FLINT: So Jell- O. SAM: Right. It's a solid, it's a liquid...... it's a visco-elastic polymer, but you eat it. I mean...... it tastes good. FLINT: Why do you do that? SAM: Do what? FLINT: Say something super smart and then bail from it. SAM: Can you keep a secret? FLINT: No. (long pause) But this time, sure, yeah. SAM: Okay. Well, it was a really long time ago, but l, too, was...... a nerd. FLINT: Too? SAM: When I was a little girl...... I wore a ponytail, I had glasses...... and I was totally into weather science. Other girls wanted a Barbie. I wanted a Doppler Weather Radar 2000 Turbo. But all the kids used to tease me with this lame song. Four-eyes, four-eyes. You need glasses to see FLINT: (quietly laughing, then stops) Go on. SAM: 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. FLINT: I'll bet you look great with glasses on. (puts them on Sam) SAM: (looks surprised) FLINT: What? SAM: Nothing. No, I'm not. I can't go out in public like this. FLINT: Well, why not? I mean, this is the real you, right? Smart. Glasses. Who wouldn't wanna see that? SAM: You know, I've never met anyone like you, Flint Lockwood. FLINT: Me either. ------SCENE: THE ROOFLESS RESTAURANT

FLINT: Dad, you came. I have so much to tell you. DAD: Very nice place. ASMAA: Thank you, Flint! EMAN: We love your food! FLINT: Thank you. DAD: So no roof. FLINT: Yep. You just hold out your plate. And I even made it rain your favorite: Meat. DAD: Okay. FLINT: You know the grand reopening of the town is tomorrow? Well, the mayor has asked me to cut the ribbon. He said my invention saved the town. Aren't you proud of me? DAD: (big steak falls down from sky) Well...... doesn't this steak look a little big to you? FLINT: Yeah, it's a big steak. Every steak is not the same size. Did you hear what I just said? DAD: Son, look around. I'm not sure this is good for people. Maybe you should turn this thing off. FLINT: It'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 fishing shop? DAD: Well...... you seem like you know what you're doing, then. I guess I'll just get out of your way. ------SCENE: IN THE LAB FLINT: These are big hot dogs. I mean, this isn't that bad. Is it, Steve? MONKEY: (eating mustard off hot dog) Yellow. FLINT: You're right, Steve. The Dangeometer is in the yellow. I don't know what to do. MAYOR: I do...... declare these hot dogs to be delicious! FLINT: How did you get in here? MAYOR: Tomorrow's the big day, Flint. The entire town is counting on you. FLINT: Well, Mr. Mayor, I think there's something you should see. MAYOR: What? FLINT: Look at the molecules of a hot dog that fell last week and one today. The machine uses microwave radiation...... to mutate the genetic recipe. More radiation means these molecules could over- mutate. That's why the food is getting bigger. MAYOR: Here's what I heard: "Science, science, science, bigger." And bigger is better. FLINT: My dad thinks I should turn it off. MAYOR: Geniuses like us are never understood by their fathers, Flint. You can be loved by millions. FLINT: But what if things go wrong? MAYOR: Flint my boy, tomorrow you can cut that ribbon...... save the town...... and prove to everybody what a great inventor you are. Or you can turn it off...... ruin everything...... and no one will ever like you. It's your choice...choice...choice...choice. (he slowly walks away)

NARRATOR: At the grand opening, thousands of visitors come. But Sam warns Flint that the food is getting bigger, but he just gets angry. Suddenly, a huge spaghetti tornado comes and starts to destroy the town. People are running for their lives. Flint runs back to the lab to shut down the machine.

FLINT: Steve, we just have to upload the kill code and then we'll shut down the- -What are you doing here? MAYOR: I've been ordering dinner for the last 10 minutes. -ls something going on? FLINT: I've gotta stop the machine. Everyone's in danger because of me. MAYOR: Oh, it can't be that bad. FLINT: I can still stop the order with the kill code. MAYOR: I'm back. FLINT: Got to get the button. MONKEY: Play. Fun. Fun. Play. MAYOR: Hey, Flint. It's been nice to beet you. (throws radish) FLINT: That's a radish. (The computer explodes!) FLINT: That was the only way to communicate with the machine. What exactly did you order? MAYOR: An all-you-can-eat buffet.

NARRATOR: Soon the machine is out of control. There will be food storms all over the world: New York. Paris. China. The children have eaten too much ice-cream and candy. Meanwhile, Flint has lost all hope and is about to give up. ------SAM: Is everyone okay? OFFICER EARL: Help, somebody. It's my son. Is anyone here a doctor? Anyone? MANNY: I am a doctor. SAM: You are? MANNY: I was, back in Guatemala. I came here for a better life. Pretty great decision, eh? OFFICER EARL: How is he, doc? MANNY: He's in a food coma. Too much junk food. I need a celery, stat. OFFICER EARL: Here you go. (Manny breaks the celery and Cal wakes up.) OFFICER EARL: Oh, Cal. Cal. I love you, son. Looks like everything turned out okay. SAM: Not yet, it hasn't. That twister was just the beginning. Manny, patch us through. MANNY: Go. (points to camera) ------DAD: Flint? Flint? FLINT: Hey, Dad. DAD: What are you doing? FLINT: Well, I tried to help everybody...... but instead I ruined everything. I'm just a piece of junk. So I threw myself away. Along with all these dumb inventions. This is junk. This is junk. This is junk. (points at himself) DAD: Oh, son. Listen, when your boat is not running, you know-- FLINT: Don't worry, Dad, I get it. Mom was wrong about me. I'm not an inventor. I should've just quit when you said. DAD: Well...... when it rains, you put on a coat. FLINT: Dad, you know I don't understand fishing metaphors What? My coat. Come on, Steve. We've got work to do. Kill code downloading. Redesigning. Virtualizing. Cutting. Welding. Forging. -Wiring. MONKEY: Helping. FLINT: Testing. Yes. Flying Car 2. Now with wings.

NARRATOR: Flint finds Sam, Manny and Brent.

SAM: I'm coming with you. You're gonna need someone to navigate you through that storm. MANNY: You are going to need a copilot. SAM: You're a pilot too? MANNY: Yes. I am also a particle physicist. SAM: Really? MANNY: No, that was a joke. I am also a comedian. FLINT: Let's do this thing. BRENT: I'm coming too. FLINT: Brent, that's okay. BRENT: No, it's not okay. I've been coasting on my fame since I was a baby. But it was all just an illusion. Maybe up there I'll find out who I really am. FLINT: The car's pretty full, so.... Yeah. Brent. Okay. (they all squeeze in) DAD: Good luck, son.

NARRATOR: In the sky, they are attacked by pizza and gummy bears. But worst of all, Flint loses the flash drive.

DAD: Tim's Tackle Shop. FLINT: Dad. You're okay, great. I need a favor. The fate of the world depends on it! DAD: Okay, then, skipper. What do you need? FLINT: Go into my lab, get on my computer and e-mail a file to my cell phone. DAD: (looks shocked) All right.

FLINT: Okay, here's the plan: Sam and I will enter the meateroid through the opening here...... which should lead us to the FLDSMDFR. Once my dad e-mails me the kill code, we'll destroy the machine...... and meet at the western blowhole in-- How long until the world's destroyed? MANNY: Twenty minutes. FLINT: Just before then. BRENT: What about me, Brent? What do I do? FLINT: You can be president of the back seat. MANNY: Okay. Hang on everybody. It’s going to get bumpy.

NARRATOR: Flint and Sam jump off the plane. But they get knocked off course because of Brent, but they push on towards the machine. Flint gets a call from his dad.

FLINT: Dad. Oh, okay, great. On the screen there's a file marked "kill code." DAD: Wha- -? FLINT: Move that into my e-mail window...... type in my name, and press send. DAD: Window? FLINT: Okay, Dad...... you see the thing that looks like a little piece of paper? Use the mouse to drag it. DAD: Drag it? FLINT: Drag it. Drag it. DAD: Drag it. It's not dragging. FLINT: Drag it across the desktop. (he drags it over the screen) DAD: That didn't do anything. (everything goes flying off the desk) FLINT: Of course it didn't! ------NARRATOR: People are escaping to the dock and the ocean with the help of the officer leading the way. OFFICER EARL: Let's move out. Go, go, go. We can do it. Good job. That's what I'm talking about. Everybody head to the docks. (Cal falls off the toast boat.) OFFICER EARL: Cal, get back here. (The food dam breaks.) OFFICER EARL: Foodalanche. (He runs to Cal and throws him to the boat.) I'm not gonna lose you again.

OFFICER EARL: Everybody head south. We gotta stay ahead of that storm. ------FLINT: Dad, hurry. Dad? Dad? Can you hear me? BRENT: Hey, guys? (He points to man-eating chickens.) FLINT: Go, go, go. BRENTI don't know. I think they're kind of cute. I mean, this one just walked right up to me and-- He's got me! FLINT:They ate Brent. SAM: They ate Brent. FLINT: Dad, I'm surrounded by man-eating chickens right now. So if this is goodbye...... thanks for trying. Figured it out a little late, I guess. (a chicken grabs the phone) FLINT: Hey, give me that phone back. Baby Brent? BRENT: I'm not Baby Brent anymore. I'm Chicken Brent. And I'm finally contributing to society. Crotch kick. Now go, you crazy kids, and save the world. FLINT: You did it, Chicken Brent. You really did it. BRENT: Go, go, go.

NARRATOR: Brent fights off the chickens while Sam and Flint escape. Meanwhile, Sam gets an allergic reaction to some peanut brittle and the world is being destroyed by giant sandwiches, pies and corn.

FINAL FIGHT SCENE:

FLINT: Corn. Grabbing. Tying. Throwing. Waiting. Swinging. Sorry, old friend. The kitchen's closed. (He plugs in flash drive, but a cat video comes on.) Fight the power! FLINT: Dad. No. (The machine is building up to send more food.) FLINT: When it rains, you put on a coat...... of Spray-On Shoes. Yeah. (he sprays on the machine and it explodes!)

FINAL SCENE:

NARRATOR: The flying car lands, and Sam, Manny and Brent come out. But Flint is not with them. But then, in the sky a flock of rat-birds fly down with Flint.

STEVE: Flint. FLINT: Steve. BRENT: Flint. FLINT: Brent. EMAN: Flint. FLINT: Eman. ASMAA: Flint. FLINT: Asmaa. SAM: Flint. FLINT: Sam. DAD: Flint. FLINT: Dad. DAD: Look, when you-- When you cast your line...... if it's not straight-- SAM: Oh, for crying out loud. (puts thought translator from Steve to dad) DAD: I'm proud of you, Flint. You're talented, you're a total original. And your lab is breathtaking. Now, look, when I take this thing off...... and you hear me make a fishing metaphor...... just know that means I love my son. FLINT: I love you too, Dad.

(Flint and Sam hold hands and look at the audience. Everyone comes around and bows.)