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DISCLAIMER:
Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs is owned by Sony Pictures Animation and Columbia Pictures.
The Wombles and any related materials are owned by FilmFair, CINAR/Cookie Jar and Elisabeth Beresford. Songs created by Mike Batt.
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It was quite a normal day in Swallow Falls, at least as normal as it gets. After all, unless one of Flint's inventions have went off, it's always been considered a normal day.This day is also quite a few whiles away from when the main adventure starts, when Flint would attempt to solve the problem of the food. So, at this time, everyone was still eating sardines. Mind you though, this day also started the slippery slope of the town's residents realising that sardines didn't taste all that.
However, our story indeed begins at the Lockwood residence, where Flint had thought up a new idea. This idea, however, existed because of a single event. A single event that changed the course of events that the town would go through. The food weather is still involved, but this time, it's majorly different. The question I'm imposing is this: What if Flint had a different companion instead of Steve, one that was far more intelligent, far more curious, but far off his actual biology.
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Within Flint's 'labratory', our main character was busy trying to come up with the next best idea, as his previous ideas fell flat on their face.
Remote Controlled TV: Just ran away
Hair Unbalder: It not only made hair on Tim's head, it made more appear on his face.
Ratbirds:... Seriously, what was Flint thinking when he made them?
..Ahem. Anyways, he was trying to brainstorm the idea that would eventualy become the 'Monkey Thought Translator'. He hasn't built the flying car yet, just to clarify things. As to what was Flint doing...
"DRAWING!!"
"GOOGLING!!"
"RESEARCHING!!"
Yes, that's Flint trying to think of an idea for his next invention. The next word to come out of his mouth was one he did not expect. "FAILING" he moaned as he just slunk back in his chair. He stared up at the many monitors of his computer and lamented "This is useless. All I'm doing is just looking at stuff that was already invented. I might as well be as stupid as a monkey if I, a great inventor-to-be is looking at inventions that have been already made."
...Wait, Flint thought as he realised what he just said.
As stupid as a monkey... "OF COURSE" he proclaimed as he rose up from his chair and bellowed epically "I shall use a monkey with my next experiment".
At that point, he immediatley made a fake 'flying' dash towards his lift, complete with swooshing noises. This is the point, however, where we go down an alternate route. You see, he would've continued to the zoo to try and get a monkey for his experiment, only for Earl to toss him out and set in motion the events that have Flint meet Steve. However, this changed with just one word...
"FLINT!"
"Dad?" Flint said confused as he looked out a window from his 'lab', seeing Tim Lockwood from below. Even though he was high up in his 'lab' and Tim was down on the actual ground, he was able to hear Tim say "Flint, you better have those books cleand up and bought down! A loaded boat won't float!"
Flint did a silent groan and yelled "Yes, dad," immediatley making his way to a pile of oddly shaped books. These books, however, were children's books that his mom would've read to him. He kept them in his 'lab' to remind him of his mother, though it seems like they have to go down to the house now.
"I don't know why Dad needs these books. I mean, they remind me much of mom" Flint said as he picked the books up and turned around to get to the elevator. Almost though, as he did a quick feel-check and realised that there was one book missing. Flint put the books he was carrying down and went back to pick the last one up.
Only, this one he never heard of. Flint picked up the book and examined it. It was a hardcover book with quite many pages, possibly 2 books worth of them. The dust jacket contains an image of various white furry creatures on the front, which caught Flint's interest. He then opened the book and quickly skimmed through most of the details, then closed it saying the word that these creatures species are.
"Wombles...."
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Sometime later, Tim came back outside to the backyard to see if Flint had gotten the books down yet. Much to his surprise, he looked at the neatly stacked pile of books and said "Heh, seems like a good skipper there. Hopefully one day, we can work together in a family buisness." He continued talking as he picked up the books, using various fishing metaphores that even the author can't comprehend.
What Tim wasn't aware of, was what was going on in Flint's 'lab'.
"TYPING"
"SEARCHING"
"DOWNLOADING INFORMATION"
Indeed, Flint was stuck in with his next design. A device that made a living, breating Womble. He knew it was what Mad Scientists would do, but he's just an inventor. What could go wrong, he thought, as he began building the machine, but not before uttering an important line: "Let's get inventing"
"MEMORY ON"
"BLUEPRINTS DRAWN"
"BEGINNIG CONSTRUCTION"
"STARING"
He looked at the poster he made on his wall....
"Motivating..."
He set off for work again.
"ENGAGE FLUX DRIVE"
"CONSTRUCTING. MACHINE. MORE!"
"INSERTING RADIATION MATRIX"
"COOLNESS ENHANCEMENT, GO"
"ADMIRE WORK FOR A MOMENT"
......."NETWORKING POWER GRID"
He immediatley hooked the machine up to every plug he had and looked at the machine, button in hand. To describe the machine, it's like a supersized
(Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator), only bigger and less prone to go crazy. Flint inserted the Wombles book into an Insert Port at the foot of the machine and went to the control panel. "Now to make the final adjustments" he said as he customized the options on the screen, setting body shape and personality options.
Until he came to one setting.
FOOD HABITS: VEGETARIAN
"Food habits! I haven't read about them" Flint exclaimed as he immeadiatly put his hand on his face, embarrased and annoyed. He sighed, running his hand down his face and continued his annoyed tone of voice with "I don't know about their food habits. It says here 'Vegetarian', but I haven't read about them properly in the book!"
Feeling slightly down at his sudden bout of stupidity, he glanced at the book input port. He compentated taking the book out, but the machine has already reached the point of no return. The way he could tell? Above the port was a sign reading 'READY FOR MATERIALIZATION'. It flashes when it's ready, which it's doing now. Basically, it was now or never. Giving a nervous sigh, Flint turned around, covering his eyes while saying "It's only one change, what could go wrong", pointing his finger at the option and touching the screen, causing the option to change. It now read:
FOOD HABITS: CARNIVORE
Immediatly, Flint made his way to a safe distance from the machine, held the remote up and placed his finger on it, saying "Alright, this probably won't explode."
Click
The machine roared to life and glowed many colours as the output vent at the botton breathed in and out, a dust gathering under it. Flint stared at the machine, hoping it would work.
And then..... *BOOM*
"FLINT LOCKWOOOD"
"Uh oh" was all he could muster as he heard Earl's shout from this distance. He blown the city's power, the machine manifesting as an input for all the city's power. Flinty put his head out of the window and yelled "SORRY" as he went back to the machine.
Within a moment, the lights turned back on. That was fast he thought, as he went up to the machine, wondering what went wrong.... Or went right, as a faint sniffle sound was heard. Flint looked around, wondering what it was.
Machines: No one behind them.
Celing: Who would be that stupid?
Entry Port: But Tim has never used it before.
Fluffy pointy-nosed creature sitting down on the.....
Flint stopped and approached the being, looking down on it. Indeed, his invention was a sucess. Sitting on the floor was a living, breathing, albeit chubby and sleepy Womble. The good thing was, he [Flint] disabled the select personality function so the creature could take a personality of its own. No unique personality to mould to, since there were many individual personalities to go by.
Flint leaned down and felt the fur of the creature. It was a silky smooth, if wooly, texture that isn't very tangle-inducing. Looks like a perfect companion, he thought. Flint then looked at the face of the creature as it slowly opened it's eyes, waking up to the world. The first word he heard?
"Welcome"