Watch Series Sausage Party: Foodtopia [updated] -

The problem was purpose . For millennia, food’s only goal was to be chosen, to be taken home, to achieve "The Great Beyond" (being eaten). Now, with no Gods to please and no mouths to enter, a quiet existential dread began to rot Foodtopia from within.

Not for the stunt. For the love .

They built skyscrapers out of empty cereal boxes. They irrigated the ketchup fields and mined the salt flats. Every night was a raucous celebration of "non-consumption." Frank and Brenda (a voluptuous hot dog bun) finally had time to explore their relationship beyond the frantic "get-eaten-or-get-away" chaos. watch series sausage party: foodtopia

Frank, now the reluctant mayor, was losing his mind. "We fought a war for this!" he screamed at a town hall meeting, his casing glistening with stress-sweat. "No more knives! No more boiling water! We are free!" The problem was purpose

The first sunrise over Foodtopia was not a sun at all, but a giant, glowing rotisserie chicken. For Frank the sausage, Barry the hot dog bun, and the rest of the grocery survivors, it was a miracle. They had escaped the Great Grilling, defeated the non-believing foods, and carved out their own civilization beyond the reach of the "Gods" (humans). Not for the stunt

Suddenly, every pickle, pepper, and loaf of bread had a new dream: The Leap . They built ramps out of cheese graters. They tied helium balloons to celery sticks. Foodtopia devolved from a utopia into an extreme-sports death trap.

Barry, ever the loyal sidekick, whispered, "Frank, they’re bored. They miss the fear. They miss the chase."