Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (A Bob the Builder Crossover)

## Transcript

* Bob: 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.
* Mrs. Percival: Go ahead, Bob.
* Young Bob: 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!
* Young Roley: How you gonna get ‘em off, idiot? What a geek! He wants to be smart, but that’s lame!
* Bob: I wanted to run away that day... but you can’t run away from your own feet.
* Scoop: Uh... Not every sardine jumps in the net, Bob.
* Young Bob: I don’t understand fishing metaphors!
* Scoop: What did I say?
* Mrs. Potts: Don't worry. Bob, I think your shoes are wonderful.
* Young Bob: Flint Lockwood didn’t sit right.
* Mrs. Potts: So? People probably thought that these guys didn't sit right either. But that never stopped them. I was saving this for your birthday, but, here...
* Bob: From that moment on, I was determined to invent something great.
* Young Bob: Remote controlled tv!
* Teen Bob: Hair Un balder!
* Bob: Flying car!
* Bob: Cat Thought Translator. How wise
* Pilchard: Hungry!
* Bob: No, Pilchard!
* Bob: Bird. Hey, what’s going on, bird
* Bob: My dream was to help my home town, a tiny island hidden right above the ‘P’ in Pacific..called Bobsville. We were famous for sardines. Until the day the Baby Roley 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.
* Bob: My name is Bob, and I was about to invent a machine that turns water... into food.
* Spud: Can I have a paycheck later?
* Bob: Pilchard, my best friend and trusted colleague!
* Pilchard: Pilchard.
* Bob: Can I count on your help?
* Pilchard: Can.
* Bob: 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.
* Spud: Cheeseburger.
* Bob: Everyone is going to love this.
* Scoop: BOB!
* Bob: SORRY, SCOOP!
* Bob: Pilchard, keep working.
* Bob: Scanning hand.
* Dizzy: That’s a really weird dude.
* Bob: Reenergizing power unit.
* Scoop: Bob, don’t you think it’s time to give up this inventing thing and get a real job?
* Bob: No, why?
* Scoop: Well, all your technology stuff, it just ends in disaster.
* Bob: Bird, yes, he escaped and bred at a surprising rate, but I took care of that problem and disposed of him.
* Dizzy: Benny, just play dead.
* Scoop: You don’t keep throwing your net where there aren’t any fish.
* Bob: What?
* Scoop: I want you to work full time at the tackle shop.
* Bob: The tackle shop?! Aww, Scoop, no!
* Scoop: Tackle is a good career.
* Bob: 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 then you can sell food in the shop, and then everyone won’t have to eat sardines anymore. It is going to be so awesome.
* Scoop: I’m sorry, Bob.
* Pilchard: Ouch.
* Scoop: No more inventing.
* Bob: Scoop. I know I can do this. Mrs. Potts has the flu.
* Scoop: Come on, let’s open the shop.
* Scoop: Bob and Scoop Sardine Bait and Tackle. Are you feeling it?
* Bob: (frowns) No.
* Travis: As your mayor, I know it's time to put our sardine canning past behind us. And look to the future: Sardine Tourism!
* Travis: 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 nooon! Featuring a live appearance by Baby Roley himself!
* Roley: What is up, everybody?
* Lofty: Hey!
* Farmer Pickles: Hey, it’s Baby Roley!
* Roley: Whatcha doin’? Stacking cans with me on ‘em as a baby? Uh-oh! Anyways, who wants to watch me cut the ribbon at Travis’s unveiling thing? I’ll be using these bad boys to help save the town. Boy-yo! Alright you guys! Sardines! Yeah! Bobsville Forever!
* Farmer Pickles: What a delight.
* Scoop: Bob, do you want to that revelation?
* Bob: Scoop, you go ahead. I watch it on the matter.
* Scoop: Bob, are you sure you handle it?
* Bob: Scoop, yes, sure. That's okay.
* Scoop: Well then. I am about half hour back.
* Bob: See ya.
* Travis: This hell hole’s too small for me, Roley. I want to be big. I want people to look at me and say, “That is one big mayor.” 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 knucklescrapers.
* Roley: But not me, right?
* Travis: Oh, not you, Roley, no. You’ve always been like a son to me.
* Travis: Hey, hey everybody! Under this tarp is the greatest tourist attraction ever built by humans!
* Bob: It just needs seventeen thousand more gigaojoules. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
* Muck: What are you doing, Bob?
* Bob: Just holding my hands behind my back respectfully, Muck.
* Muck: You know what you are, Bob? (Bobs shakes his head) A shenaniganizer! A tomfool! You see my friend, Dizzy?
* Dizzy: Hi, Bob.
* Muck: I love her so much. This is my only friend. I want her to have a bright future. A future in which you don’t ruin our town’s day with one of your crazy science doodleybopper thingies.
* Bob: Well, you know, that’s all behind me
* Muck: You see this contact lens, Bob?
* Bob: Yeah.
* Muck: This contact lens represent you. (Bob nods) And my eye represents my eye. (Bob nods) I got my eye on you.
* Bob: Oh, my gosh, a pickup truck.
* Muck: Hey! (Shoves Jackaroo)
* Travis: And I’ve arranged for live coverage from a major network and their most experienced professional reporter!
* Mr. Bentley: Oh, just send the intern. She’s cute and she’s super perky.
* JJ: Well, those are the only things we look for in a TV weather person. Intern! How would you like to do a weather report from a rinky-dink island in the middle of the ocean as a favor to my cousin?
* Wendy: (smiles) Yes.
* Wendy: Can you believe it, Mr. Stevens? Temporary professional meteorologist. Woo!
* Wendy: Okay, Mr. Stevens, what about this? Welcome, America, I’m Wendy. Hello, America, Wendy here. America, hi, I didn’t see you there. It’s me, Wendy. On my way! Across the ocean!
* Travis: Now, when she gets here, I want to see a lot of smiling faces
* Bob: This is a great idea.
* JJ: Cable News Network. Go there.
* Mr. Sabatini: Now we’re over to Bobsville where our intern is on her first day on the job. Or should I say first gray on the job, looks pretty cloudy there, intern?
* Wendy: Hello, America, I’m Wendy.
* Travis: Thank you and welcome national television audience!
* Travis: And now, here to cut the ceremonial ribbon, Bobsville’s favorite son, Baby Roley!
* Roley: I’m the best person in the whole town!
* Bob: Food synthesis go.
* Travis: So here it is, the attraction the whole world has been waiting for-- Sea World!
* Travis: With rides! And exhibits! And featuring Shamo! The world’s largest sardine, and his flaming hoop of glory!
* Travis: Those of you in the Splash Zone, look out!
* Farmer Pickles: Yeah!
* Spud: Cheeseburger.
* Muck: Bob!
* Bob: Just a second. I’m in the middle of
* Wendy: Well, looks like things in Bobsville are sardine to get better. For (bob hits Wendy with spud) What just happened to me?
* Mr. Sabatini: Aah!
* Bob: Sorry!
* Bob: No.
* Muck: You’re in big trouble, Bob. Thank goodness you only caused minimal damage to Sea World.
* Farmer Pickles: Oh, come on!
* Roley: I really shouldn’t be running with these!
* Pilchard: Run, run, run, jump, jump, run, run, jump!
* Shamo: Yippee!
* Bob: Ay papi.
* Robert: It's a good thing no one got hurt!
* Muck: Bob!
* Scrambler: I didn't get hurt, but that does not mean that I'm not still mad at you.