Cloudy With a Chance of Gumbles Bottersnikes & Gumbles

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

-Are you ready, Tink?

-Ready to pertink!

Tinking Gumble off the hammock,

the chair and the slide

into the dumpster.

Whoa!

Ow!

Ugh!

Yeah!

Willi Gumble into the bathtub,

off the basket, the hammock,

the chair, the dumpster

then the sign.

THEY GASP

Willi Gumble, I can make that happen.

Really? Oh!

Whoa, whoa! Careful, Float!

Inflate past your limit and you'll spang!

Rela-a-a-a-x.

I could inflate large enough to carry you, Tink AND Willi

and not be even close to how large I can go.

Amongst things will be found a thing

which will be unlike the things arounding it.

Ah, any poopsnike could predict "things"!

I did predict just such things.

If you don't predict something not predictable,

something big and important like, I don't know,

the end of Bottersnike days, the job of Official Predictor of Things

will go to Chank.

With the clutching of the straws...

..I predict the coming of...

..ah, the Great Cloud of the Abotoclypse!

A cloud of such greatitude, the Snikes will be rained on

so wettedly they will shrink into nothing at all.

The end of Bottersnike days!

Oh, for snot's sake.

Now, THAT'S what I call a prediction.

Huh?!

BELL RINGS

I have it on good authority the Great Cloud of the Abotoclypse

could arrive at any moment.

-There it is!

-Huh?!

Glob eat cloud. Cloud minty-fresh!

-Glob hero.

-Urgh, I'm having a nap.

If anyone spots the ACTUAL cloud, wake me.

HE SNORES

See, Happi, I'm fine.

I can go much larger. Hop in.

A Gumble in there is not taking care.

Ah, you get in, Bounce.

I'll prove I'm right.

Scream if you want to go higher.

THEY SCREAM

Scream if you want to go higher.

THEY SCREAM

Scream if you want to go higher!

THEY SCREAM

Scream if you want to go higher.

No.

I'm fine, look.

Ooh! Ow!

Oh, dear. That didn't look good.

-You spanked, didn't you?

-Yeah, but that's cool.

It just means I can't squeeze out all this air,

so I'm stuck up the sky with you guys.

THEY SCREAM

I wish WE were up there.

I bet they're having the time of their lives.

THEY SCREAM

They'll be fine as long as the wind doesn't pick up.

WIND BLOWS

ALL: Whoa!

This is bad. We have to go after them.

We're never going to catch them

and if we catch them, how do we reach them?

We could catch them and reach them if we had a balloon.

BOTH: If only WE had a balloon.

Ahem!

How long's that been there?

Stop, wind! Stop, wind! Stop!

Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!

If Float unspanks here we're all so sniked!

Start, wind! Start, wind! Start!

Float, can you do anything to get us out of here?

I can't go anywhere without wind.

Maybe they won't spot us.

Urgh?!

It's here! It's here!

-What's here?

-The Great Cloud of the Abotoclypse!

It is?

It is!

The end of days!

Of all the things for that jabbering joke to get right.

PANICKED HUBBUB

The Great Cloud of the Abotoclypse!

They must think Float is some kind of giant scary cloud.

We're safe! We're safe! We're safe as long as Float doesn't unspang.

Are you unspanging yet?

What about now?

Are they still above Snike Hill?

-Toot.

-You're right, Toot. No time to lose.

Is the balloon patched and ready to go?

BOTH: Merri and Jolli, patched and ready!

Ooh!

BALLOON DEFLATES

Crumble-guts!

What about now?

Now?

Aargh!

Float, I need you to put on your best scary cloud voice

and demand a gift for the cloud.

Got it.

-SWEETLY:

-Hello, Bottersnikes.

This is my big scary cloud voice.

And I demand a gift!

You predicted it. You talk to it.

Oh. Bottercalyptic Cloud of Greatitude,

what might please you?

Demand a trolley full of junk.

Could I have a trolley full of junk, please?

You two, fill a trolley.

So we lower ourselves to the ground,

tie Float to the trolley to stop her floating away,

then we gumble out of Snike Hill,

pushing the trolley, towing the cloud,

while the Snikes are all hiding in terror.

Won't the terror kind of stop when they see a bunch of Gumbles?

I've got that covered.

Float, we need you to warn us if you're about to unspang.

Relax, everything's fine.

Uh? Why are you Gumbles hanging from the Great Cloud?

Only Gumbles can control the Great Cloud.

I give you thunder...

Oy, cloud, thunder!

Oh, that's me.

How do I do thunder?

Um, er, the cloud's a little rusty.

It's all the water that the cloud could drop on you any second.

Ooh, I feel a bit air-squeezier.

Unspangy. Who was I supposed to tell?

Well, Float's safe.

Ooh!

Ow!

Er, um, we can go now, right?

-We fixed it.

-Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Propulsion, direction and anti-wind system attached.

Ready for launch.

Oh, double crumble-guts!

You Snikes had better release us before the Great Cloud returns.

Return? You didn't say the Great Cloud would return?

The Great Cloud is unpredictable

apart from the bit where I predicted it.

OK, OK, Willi, Tink and Bounce are captured, but it's going to be fine.

Just chill, relax.

No, don't relax! Relaxing got them into this mess.

Come up with a plan. A careful plan.

Also, how did a giant cloud just disappear in one second

and, finally, will it come back or not?

Urgh?!

I predict yes.

Bottersnikes, release my Gumbles!

No!

How do we even know you ARE a cloud?

So far, you've done nothing cloud-like at all.

I give you thunder!

THUNDER RUMBLES

Whoops!

I give you hailstones the size of bowling balls!

THEY SCREAM

Float is a pretty great cloud.

So, crazy crew mates,

you're stuck up there and need me to get you down again.

We'll just have to set off and hope to find them.

Toot, one more sweep over the horizon just in case.

Toot. Toot!

-Toot.

-Thanks, Toot. It's good to be back.

Ballooning's awesome!

Whoopsie!

We'll be fine as long as the wind doesn't pick up.

WIND BLOWS

Er, Happi!