بخش 07

Sending kill code.

I’m back.

Got to get the button.

Play Fun Fun Play.

Hey, Flint.

It’s been nice to beet you.

Ha.

That’s a radish.

That was the only way to communicate with the machine.

What exactly did you order?

A Vegasstyle

allyoucaneat buffet.

Jellybean.

Watermelon.

Marshmallow.

Pretzel.

Sushi.

Cheeseburger.

Pretzel. Egg salad.

Strawberry. Marshmallow.

Strawberry.

Is everyone okay?

Yeah.

Help, somebody.

Help me, please.

It’s my son.

We need a doctor.

Is anyone here a doctor?

Anyone?

I am a doctor.

You are?

I was, back in Guatemala.

I came here for a better life.

Pretty great decision, eh?

How is he, doc?

He’s in a food coma.

Too much junk food.

I need a celery, stat.

Here you go.

Daddy?

Oh, Cal Cal.

I love you, son.

Looks like everything turned out okay.

Not yet, it hasn’t.

That twister was an amuse bouche compared to what’s on the way.

What’s an amuse bouche?

Manny, patch us through.

Go.

Cute report, Nancy.

Hey Hey.

Foureyes.

Can it, Patrick.

We are about to be in the epicenter of a perfect food storm.

It’s going to spread across the globe.

I’ve calculated the Coriolis acceleration of the storm system.

First, it’ll hit New York, then Paris, then the Jiayuguan pass in eastern China.

And in four hours the entire northern hemisphere will be one big potluck.

Flint?

Hey, Dad.

What are you doing?

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.

Oh, son.

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 just quit when you said.

Well, when it rains, you put on a coat.

Dad, you know I don’t understand fishing metapho.

What?

My coat.

Come on, Steve.

We’ve got diem to carpe.

Kill code downloading.

Redesigning.

Virtualizing.

Cutting.

Welding.

Forging.

Wiring.

Helping.

Testing.

Yes

Flying Car 2.

Now with wings.

Hey, I had a weird dream like this once.

I have a macaroni on my head.

Run.

No school

Still nothing, nothing in the bottom of the third inning.

everyone I want to apologize.

Especially to you, Sam.

But I have a plan.

This flash drive contains a kill code.

I will fly up into that food storm, plug it into the machine, and shut it down forever, while you guys evacuate the island, using brea.

This is all his fault.

Get him.

There he is Get him

Get Flint.

Let’s rock his car back and forth.

Hey

This mess we’re in is all our faults.

Me, I didn’t even protect my own son.

Look, I’m as mad at Flint as you are.

In fact, when he gets out of that car, I’m gonna slap him in the face.

I know Flint Lockwood made the food, but it was made to order.

And now it’s time for all of us to pay the bill.

Thank you, Earl.

Sorry.

It’s okay.

Let’s go build some boats.

Yeah.

I’m gonna go build a boat.

I’m coming with you.

You’re gonna need someone to navigate you through that storm.

I can’t let you do this alone.

Oh, Sam, I’m so sorry.

Are you kidding?

Well, I just thought that we.

No.

Okay.

You’ll need a copilot.

You’re a pilot too?

Yes I am also a particle physicist.

Really?

No, that was a joke.

I am also a comedian.

Let’s do this thing.

I’m coming too.

Brent, that’s okay.

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.

The car’s pretty full, so.

Yeah

Brent

ok