"All my life, I never knew, what I could be, what I could do, then we were new... Ooo ooo ooo..." - and it goes on and on, the effect of an earworm leftover from the film that translates into thoroughly annoyed glares from passersby as we sing with no regard whatsoever to tune or to the sensitivity of the ears of said passersby.
Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs Part 2 (which we will, in the tradition of the film itself, call CWACOMP2 henceforth), you see, leaves us no choice but to take leave of anything in our nature to tend to logic of any kind. Goodbye sense and sensibility ....