What are you doing, Flint Lockwood? You know what you are, Lockwood? A shenaniganizer. A tomfool. You see my beautiful angel son Cal? I love him so much. This is my only son. I want him to have a bright future. A future in which you don’t ruin our town’s day with one of your crazy science thingies. You see this contact lens, Lockwood? This contact lens represent you. And my eye represents my eye. I got my eye on you.