I usually don’t have a problem eating leftovers. In fact, some things taste just as good the second day. Pasta, pizza, Chinese take-out; sometimes I don’t even heat them up. But then there are other things that just don’t work the day after: fried eggs, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and oatmeal all come to mind.

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs was a pretty fun movie when it hit the big screen in 2009, inspired by a beloved children’s book. It was the sort of silly, animated movie you could safely watch with your kids, all about a young scientist, Flint Lockwood, who invents a machine that turns water into food, with some rather unexpected results.

The most significant result is that the machine ends up, up in the atmosphere, where it evolves and starts affecting the weather. Much hilarity ensues as giant hamburgers and cupcakes and the like start raining down on their town.

Together with his lab assistant monkey Steve, Flint joins forces with an attractive, young meteorologist named Sam Sparks to stop the madness and save the day.

In the end, they all predictably live happily ever after and the movie is over. Except some movies are never over, even when they should be, which explains Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs 2.

Flint is invited to work at The Live Corp Company, founded and run by his boyhood scientific idol, Chester V. After he arrives at the giant, scientific sweatshop, Flint begins working on a stream of new inventions in hopes of being selected as Inventor of the Year (or something like that) so he can have the opportunity to work with Chester V.

Things don’t go as planned, and we quickly realize that Chester V. may not be the great guy Flint always imagined him to be. Shocking. But then Chester V. sends Flint on a top-secret mission back to his old hometown to help supervise the cleanup efforts from the food hurricane of the first movie.

Flint is supposed to go alone, but ends up taking his friends and family along. This is important so that later he can betray them and side with his idol before his idol ultimately betrays him. Blah blah blah.

Turns out Flint’s machine is still working, somehow having taken on a life of its own, and now the island is overrun with mutant-food-animal-hybrids, like apple pie-thons, tacodiles, shrimpanzees, cheesepiders, and giant, sentient pickles who eat sardines. Sort of a fast-food version of the second Jurassic Park movie.

And then there’s a big guilt-trip, preachy part about how these walking marshmallows and sickeningly cute strawberry creatures are all living beings, and science is killing the environment because all humans do is screw things up. I’m paraphrasing. There were funny lines scattered throughout, but not enough to hold together the schizophrenic script or my attention.

OK, so there were some spoilers in there, but honestly, I could smell them long before they were on screen.

Some leftovers aren’t worth keeping in the fridge in the first place because you knew they wouldn’t be any good anyway. And these were spoiled before I even finished the film. Maybe your kids won’t know the difference, but anyone with a discerning palate will almost certainly prefer something fresh.