The Flint Lock... whoa!
Steve!
Nerd!
Flint Lockwood!
Uh oh!
Shoo! Shoo! Get away, you stinky rat-birds.
Oh, Sam Sparks here. I'm with Flint Lockwood,
Swallow Falls' most unappreciated kid inventor.
I thought we agreed on "best inventor"?
Shhh, we're live.
Right.
Hello, Swallow Fallians!
Gather round and prepare to be awed and amazed.
I've got every invention to improve your life...
Three lemonades, Flockwood. So thirsty.
Mmmm. Lemonade. Cal's favourite.
Me too!
Extra sour.
Uh, it's not that kind of stand.
How about Laser Soap!
Demonstrating is my trusty lab assistant, Steve!
Steve!
Hot hot hot hot hot hot!
That's right, Steve. Get 'em while they're hot!
Booo! That is awful. I'm Baby Brent.
Whoo! Uh oh!
OK. Regrouping... how about this: Face probe!
Rainbow dust! Sentient produce!
Or this for grooming on the go, try the Come-Here Mirror!
Hey.
Look what you did!
You're gonna ruin this town, Flint Lockwood!
Glad he's not my son.
That kid is strange.
Maybe I just wasn't cut out for this.
What? Don't say that, Flint.
You just need to find that one invention to blow them away.
Blow them away... That's it! Reverse dynamite.
Do your chores.
But Da-ad, I did those months ago.
That's the thing about chores. They're cyclical.
They come. They go. Then hey, there they are again.
What I'm saying is...
...take out the garbage.
I'm kind of in the middle
of making the world a better place.
Fine. Where do you want it?
The curb.
Right! Let's see, to the curb. Should I push?
Maybe it's more of a pulley thing? A ramp?
Or I could dig a trench and fill it with water
and I could float it across on a barge
that I build out of recyclables.
Or I could build a garbage magnet
and reverse the polarity.
You're really over-thinking this, Flint.
That's it!
Plotting, planning, thinking.
Accepting award for best inventor.
Thank you!
Ladies and Gentlemen and Dad, I give you
the Flint Lockwood Garbage Go Bye Bye,
or Fli-Lo GuhGuh-BuhBuh for short!
No it's Guh Guh Buh Buh. Whoo! Go Fli Guh Ba Guh Ba!
Ga-buh Ga buh. You know, it's just weird like I don't really...
I hear the 'buh' but I don't hear the 'guh' The emphasis is a little off though...
Like a baby! Guh Guh Buh Buh!
Guh Buh...
Guh Guh Buh Buh!
I'll take it! Guh Ba Ba?
Can't you just take the garbage to the curb?
You better believe it, Dad!
You are garbage!
Whoo, did you see that?
Everyone is going to want that.
No one is gonna want that.
I want that.
Wow! Really? That's a presale right there!
This is crazy!
Garbage.
Yee hoo!
Who is responsible for this?
Garbage.
Hey, I'm the mayor!
Sorry about that, Mr. Mayor!
Sorry about nothing!
That little gizmo of yours is fantastic.
It's just the reason I've been looking for
to fire the entire sanitation department
and pocket the cash for myself.
I mean, integrity, protect the taxpayers. Here's an idea:
can you get that invention of yours to toss
all our town garbage over to the dump?
Yes, sir!
I just have to re-calibrate the feedback sensors,
amplify the power tran...
Less science-y, science, science, and more do, do, do!
Adjusting, tweaking, amplifying, loosening,
tightening, re-loosening, re-tightening, twisting,
tinkering, more tinkering,
and a touch of attitude for flavour.
Wooo weee. What is that stench?
Out of the way, Poindexter, I've got some trash to toss.
Seriously? I've seen boogers with better shades of green.
You. Are. Garbage!
Bye bye, baggy!
Hmm. Efficient, saucy and completely terrifying.
Let's hear it for Flink Lampshade!
Chore accomplished!
We'll see.
C'mon, Dad. Everyone else likes what I did.
Sam likes what I did. Tell him.
Oh! OK, I like what you did.
See? Even the Mayor likes what I did.
He gave me the key to the city.
Now I can finally open this door.
It's just I think sometimes there's a simpler solution
than all your buttons and calculatin'.
It always comes back to bite you in the caudal fin.
Huh!
A fish's behind. You know, the pooper.
Fishing metaphors!
What ever happened to acknowledgement,
appreciation, a parental pat on the back...
Garbage!
Garbage! Garbage!
Hey! You are what you eat. And you are garbage!
FLY!
FALL!
What?
Nerd bot! Clean up in aisle 'UH OH!'
Oooooo, Brent Mchale, baby celebrity.
Can I get your autograph?
Sure. No problem. Who should I make it out to?
Yeah, just make it out to my cousin.
You. Two R's. GARBAGE!
I'M TELLING MY AGENT!
Uh, Flint?
♪ Oh, I love my money, I got money ♪
♪ and it's falling on my head and I love it. ♪
Why hello, my main money-making man... errr robot.
Woo! Is that a suit, or a sausage casing?
You are garbage!
My money!
Ow!
Have no fear, citizens; your great leader has arrived.
Oh, great leader, I humbly bow before you!
Kick my bottom!
STEVE!
♪ Happiness...
I can't believe my dad thinks I overthink things.
I don't overthink things! I think out loud a lot, yeah,
but that's not the same thing... is it?
Flint! Flint Flint Flint Fliiiiiiiint!
Yes? Yeeeeeeeessss?
Your Guh-la-fluh-fla has gone diva!
Oh, so now you're on team dad!
Hey, look at you, girl.
Hoo, HA! You kidding me? You gots it goin' on
with those trend-setting glasses...
Oh!
...And a no-fuss ponytail.
Oh, ho.
See?
Really? Cause I just threw this all together.
Yeah, what do you call that, avoid-me chic?
Oh.
You are garbage!
NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME?
I GUESS SOME OF YOUR POINTS ARE VALID.
You heard our Monkey Overlord;
he wants us to peel away all our worldly possessions.
I'll go first.
C'mon, don't be intimidated by my freedom;
your freedom is just as good.
Hello?
Anyone?
Hello?
Dad was right. There's definitely an easier way
to take out the garbage.
Hey! What's with the long face?
Aaaah, sorry, it's always that way.
You. Are. Garbage!
Think, Flint, think! I could karate slap it.
I could, I could start a store for robots only
and then when he comes in to buy something I'll say,
"Hey, we're not open today"
and then I'll call the police! For trespassing.
FLINT! Seriously. Don't overthink it.
Hey, excuse me, mister, the 70's called.
They want their moustache back!
My mother gave me this moustache.
Daaad!
That's it! Your reign of cleanliness is over!
Gripping. Struggling. Stretching.
Look at you. Failing. Stinking. Losing. Laming.
Before that. ay? Laming?
Losing? No.
StiNo.ng?
FaiNo.g?
Look at you?
That's it!
The Come-Here Mirror!
Look at me! Shoddy workmanship.
Cheap plastic parts. Offshore electronics.
You... Are... GARBAGE.
♪
And now, a sacrificial gift for our monkey overlord.
This town is so weird.
Garbage!
GARBAGE! GARBAGE! GARBAGE!
Hey! Ow!
Well, it looks like everything is back to normal.
I proclaim myself the Mayor once again.
I'm the mayorest! A merry moda-mooda-mada-meeda
bud up doodle op deedle op doodle up mayor!
Sorry, Dad. You were right from the get-go.
I should have just taken out the garbage
instead of building a super cool, awesome killer robot.
Maybe we could start with a simpler chore. Like... dishes.
Hmm, dishes.
I'LL DO IT YOUR WAY NEXT TIME. I PROMISE!
Just run.
And scream?
Good thinking, son.