Chicken Chair

Chicken Chair is an animated short that is included on the DVD for The Wiggles: It's A Wiggly Wiggly World!, along with the other short, The Wiggles: Wiggle Bay.
==Transcript==
*Ginger: Hi Mac, we need to get out of here, and I've come up with a brand new plan!
*Mac: Well Ginger, let's hear it.
*Ginger: I've noticed that some parts of the fence are quite rusty, and I wondered if we could cut through it.
*Mac: Aye! That's a thought. We could use that old butter knife from one of the huts, and I'm sure there are some broken shears aroudn here somewhere. I reckon, if you get me those, I'll be able to make some crude wire-cutters, which maybe just good enough to cut that rusty wire. 
*Ginger: Great idea, Mac! I'll go and get them, but I'll have to be careful of the dogs. Do you need this in here, Babs?
*Babs: No, sorry Ginger, I don't know where that goes... You could ask Mac, she's in hut 17 you know!
*Ginger: I managed to avoid the dogs and find the other blade you need. 
*Mac: Aye, that's brilliant! Well done, Hen! Now, placing the bolt I already have though the centre of the 2, whilist crossing them in a 90 degree fashion, like so, give her a wee bit of a tweak and hey presto! Wire-cutters!
*Ginger: They look great, I hope they'll be strong enough! 
*Mac: Wel, remember it only work on the rusty fence wire. 
*Ginger: Oh yes, thanks, Mac! Now, I have to be able to get through the fence, to get things for our next escape attempt. 
*Mac: But what then, Hen?
*Ginger: Well, it's a bit extreme, but if we could disguise ourselves, so that the dogs don't recognize us, then we'll be able to get out of here! I think we may be able to dress up as Mrs. Tweedy. Do ypu think it's possible? 
*Mac: Mmmm... sounds like a tall order to me. I cannae work miracles, but we might pull it off, if you can find some poles, some boots, some gloves, but the sky element is Mrs. Tweety's long dress! If I were you, I'd check round the back of the farmhouse. 
*Ginger: Okay, you work out the detials, and I'll get everything you need. 
*Mac: Babs will be great for this! She's over in hut 16 and we'll make the disguise there.
*Ginger: Right, I'll take the things over there, make sure she knows the plan. Right, that's everything! At least we'll be able to escape from this farm! 
*Babs: Should we tell the Tweety's in case they wonder where we are?
*Ginger: Of course not, Babs! It has got to be done in secret! 
*Babs: In secret - what fun! But, we will tell the other chickens? 
*Ginger: Mac, I know our old plan was less than perfect...
*Mac: Aye Hen, we need a new plan. 
*Ginger: This time, I have a nuber of escape plans!
*Mac: Och! I'm impressed. Let's hear them. 
*Ginger: Okay, which plan do you want to talk about? Well, my first idea is to make a seesaw, and launch us over the fence. 
*Mac: Hmmm... to make a seesaw, we could easily find something for that. However, we're going to need a big weight to drop into the seesaw and jettison us over the fence. You find the weight then. I think the best place to collect the pieces is in hut 11. 
*Ginger: Okay, that sounds great. Mr. Tweety has brought some fireworks. I'll bet we could use those to launch us out of here! 
*Mac: That sounds a wee bit dangerous! I'll need to do some projectile calculations, to get us over the fence. We will obviously need some fireworks, and a box of matches to light them. 
*Ginger: Yes, and I have an idea of where to get them. 
*Mac: As this could be dangerously explosive, I think we should store them all with Babs in hut 16. 
*Ginger: Yse, that probably is the safest place, you'd better warn them to be ready. I have a plan to build a catapult. 
*Mac: Hmm... sounds familiar. I thought we'd tried that before.
*Ginger: Yes, but that from that, we've learnt some lesons, we could try again - make a bigger one. What do you think?
*Mac: Let's see... maybe... In fact one of my original ideas was for a much larger catapult, and a reflection it's probably the better plan. We'll need an old pram, a tennis racket, a ladder, and some string. 
*Ginger: I also need to find a spoon to dig under the fence where it's soft and muddy. 
*Mac: Once you've explored more of the farm and collected the things, where will you hide them?
*Ginger: I think that hut 15 would be just the place. 
*Mac: Well, away with you Ginger, and good luck!
*Ginger: Are you ready to make the catapult?
*Betty: Yes, Ginger. I know what I have to do.
*Ginger: Well, done! I just hope I can find everything. I'll be back here as soon as I can. 
*Ginger: Rocky!
*Rocky: Yo! Baby doll! 
*Ginger: We need objects from around the alarm. 
*Rocky: Sleep tight angel face, the Rock's on the case. Well, how about that? Hey!
*Ginger: Rocky! Did you manage to get everything?
*Rocky: Hey! Good things come to those who wait, doll face! 
*Ginger: Rocky! You're here!
*Rocky: Well, how about that?
*Ginger: We need objects from around the edge of the farm. 
*Rocky: Sleep tight angel face, The Rock's on the case.
*Ginger: You're back! Quick! Have you got anything?
*Rocky: Relax, we're making progress... 
*Ginger: Oh, great! 
*Rocky: You're welcome. 
*Ginger: Look at this! It's perfect for the catapult! 
*Betty: Well done, Ginger! You know I'm really looking forward to this!
*Ginger: Great! We might actually be able to get out of here this time. I'll keep looking. At last I've found everything you need! 
*Betty: Brillitant! That will finish things of nicely. 
*Ginger: Is the catapult ready to go?
*Betty: Yes, it's outside facing the lake now! 
*Fowler: Good show. You saved enough of the flock for me to goive you a bronze medal. 
*Ginger: This completes what you need, Babs. 
*Babs: Ooh thank you, Ginger! I'm getting a bit nervous! 
*Ginger: Don't worry - you'll love it, and we'll all be free at last!
*Babs: Alright, ten! It'l be nice to see a few fireworks won't it?
*Folwer: You are a bright spark so I'm giving to award you a bronze medal.
*Ginger: Here's the big weight you wanted. 
*Cythina: Brilliant! We're ready to go.
*Ginger: And go we will - all of us! Come on! 
*Fowler: Well done for getting a new chaps over the fence. Have a bronze medal. 
*Ginger: Mac, have you been able to do the drawings since we talked to Fowler about the "old crate" from his RAF days? I only wished we'd listened to his daring war stories more carefully. Fowler's provided the answer! Who needs Rocky anyawy?
*Mac: Well Hen, I've been workin' on my calculations... ...and I think the idea of a flying machine will work!
*Ginger: Excellent! I knew we'd be able to fly out of here, let's see it! 
*Mac: Well, here are my plans for the "old crate". It has to be big to hold us all. But, I've broken it down into 3 main components. We'll have to get all three built and working before we can fly over the fence... 
*Ginger: ...to freedom, I almost feel that grass under my feet.
*Mac: Firstly, we'll need a big engine. 
*Ginger: Well, I guess we have two options. Either Mr. Tweedy's car, or his old tractor in the barn. 
*Mac: Well, I think the tractor is more suitable, and we'd never get into his car. It's a bit old and hasn't been run for sometime, so I guess we'll need to oil it well. Then, we can drive the prop shaft from this, so we'll need a decent length of chain. 
*Ginger: Yes. This could actually work! I'll see what I can do.
*Mac: Okay, we'll assemble the engine in hut 15. 
*Ginger: But, what about the main body of the "old crate"?
*Mac: I figured out we should be able to convert one of the huts. 
*Ginger: Hut 10 would be good. What will it invovle?
*Mac: Nice plan, Hen! We'll need some cogs, some tools, and planks of wood. 
*Ginger: Okay, that should be the problem. 
*Mac: But, this is going to take time, and we musn't be caught by Mr. Tweedy. We'll need a look out, do you think you could get hold of his binoculars?
*Ginger: Yes, they must be in the farmhouse somewhere. Have you worked out how can we build the wings? 
*Mac: Och aye! We'll need some poles, twine, and lots of laundry! 
*Ginger: Sounds like a good plan, Mac. We can build these in hut 11. 
*Mac: We need an awful lot - - can I help you, Hen?
*Ginger: No, you coordinate the plan. I know a couple of the rats who do this kind of stuff for a living. The problem is, they'll need paying. 
*Mac: I know, those rats always want eggs.
*Ginger: Well, I'll go and see Bunty in hut 2. She'll be chuffed that she can help. 
*Fowler: Nice work there my lad. I shall give you this well-deserved silver medal. 
*Nick: Hello... It's Attila... 
*Fetcher: ...the Hen! 
*Nick: How can we help you, love?
*Ginger: We have to get out of here and we need these things.
*Nick: Oh, sure we can come to some arrangement! 
*Ginger: Because, we're desperate , I'm prepared to offer you six eggs. 
*Fetcher: I think I must be dreaming.
*Nick: This is a big job, so six eggs in advance will do nicely.
*Ginger: I thought you'd say that so I've got them here.
*Nick: Very nice. Good doing business with you, Miss.
*Fetcher: We'll get just what you need!
*Ginger: Meet later, back here. And make sure you don't forget anything!
*Nick: El merchandiso! 
*Fetcher: That's Spanish! 
*Ginger: What did you manage to get?
*Nick: A box of the finest tools!
*Fetcher: An oilcan!
*Nick: And a box of cogs, as you asked!
*Ginger: That's fantastic! Brilliant work!
*Nick: Reward us well...
*Fetcher: Give us eggs!
*Nick: And we will always deliver!
*Ginger: You really have this time! Thanks! I've got this for the engine. 
*Mac: Great stuff, Hen! They're assembling the engine in hut 15. 
*Ginger: I'll take this over there now! What's this? Gosh! This is heavy. 
*Doris: It looks it! Well done Ginger, I'm half way there now.
*Ginger: Brilliant! I only wish I trusted those rats. I've found this. Is it for you?
*Cythina: No worry, I'm making the wings so I don't need that. Perhaps you can show Mac, or have another look at your plans. 
*Ginger: This should help you.
*Betty: Great! Mac says we need an engine. Do you think we'll find one?
*Ginger: My plan is use to use the one from Mr. Tweedy's old tractor. 
*Fowler: I can see you're good egg and I shall award you with the bronze medal. 
*Nick: Flippin' heck! Look at this list, Fetcher... 
*Fetcher: ...I'm looking Nick, I'm looking.
*Nick: This is dangerous work Miss, and no mistake.
*Ginger: Dangerous or not, can you help us?
*Nick: Of course, if we're risking our tails and whiskers for you love... 
*Ginger: Oh, dear! I don't like the sound of this!
*Fetcher: We'll need at least six eggs.
*Nick: More liek ten for this one wouldn't you say, Fetcher? 
*Ginger: Ten! I'll give you six eggs now, and no more.
*Nick: Alright, miss! After you, Fetcher.
*Fetcher: After I what?
*Ginger: Bring everything back here. We haven't much time! 
*Nick: Well, is this?
*Fetcher: Oh, look.
*Nick: We're back!
*Fetcher: And we've got the lot! 
*Ginger: All of it?
*Nick: Yes Miss. Laundry, twine...
*Fetcher: ...and a lovely pair of these things!
*Nick: They're binoculars, you nancy!
*Ginger: Well done, both of you! 
*Nick: That's all right, love. 
*Fetcher: You can rely on us. 
*Nick: Once we've got some eggs inside us! 
*Ginger: I think you actually deserve them. Thanks! Look, what I've found, Mac! This will be great for helping to convert hut 10. 
*Mac: Are we still on track? I've heard more noises coming from the barn. 
*Ginger: Yes. Mr. Tweedy's nearly fixed the pie machine. We are rapidly running out of time! There you are. I hope this will help it along.
*Doris: Fantastic! I only need one more item now.
*Ginger: I know! Those wretched rats keep asking for more eggs. If only we could manage without them! Well, this is just what you need. 
*Cythina: Great stuff! Only one more to get!
*Ginger: Keep working! I'll be back soon.
*Nick: Are you sure you need all this? Poles, chain... 
*Fetcher: ...and an engine! 
*Nick: It could be an impossible mission. 
*Ginger: But, you have to accept it! 
*Nick: How much is it worth?
*Ginger: I'll pay you two eggs.
*Fetcher: Oh, yes, please!
*Nick: Be quiet, Fetcher. Eight eggs.
*Ginger: Six, and that's my final offer.
*Nick: Done!
*Fetcher: Lovely... six eggs! 
*Ginger: Here you are. Now, please hurry. 
*Nick: Totally sorted! 
*Fetcher: Totally!
*Ginger: What? You've got it all?
*Nick: Yes and your engine's waiting for you!
*Fetcher: Just where you need it!
*Nick: All part of the service my, love.
*Ginger: We'll soon be out of here!
*Nick: Of course you will, Miss. 
*Fetcher: Birds of a feather, flop together!
*Nick: Be quiet, you norbert!
*Ginger: I know that it cost us a lot of eggs, but it was worth it. Thanks, both of you! Now, we've got everything we need.
*Doris: Fantastic! That's it. Let's see if we can get this engine running!
*Ginger: We must! Time is rapidly running out!
*Fowler: Excellent stuff! I admit I have misjudged your character. I award you a gold medal. 
*Betty: My goodness! We've got oil everywhere! 
*Ginger: I know! I'd like to try it again though!
*Betty: You know I'm surprised Rocky wasn't more helpful!
*Ginger: At last! They've got everything we need. I know what we need - rest!
*Cythina: You must be tired out! Well done, Ginger! We should be ready to finish the wings now.
*Ginger: Brilliant! I'm sure thos plan will work, we'll soon be out of here for good!
*Fowler: Not bad, these wings should hold. Here let me give you a bronze medal. 
*Ginger: Goodness, I'm exhausted! Here is the last thing you need. 
*Doris: Thanks, Ginger! I've almost finsihed now!
*Ginger: I'm proud of you - let me help so that we can try it out. 
*Fowler: You know I think this old crate just might fly! A bronze medal for you.
*Mrs. Tweedy: Ow!
*Fowler: I can't sitr with bird though. Oh, we're turn to go. 
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*Chicken Little: Yeah. OK. Bye. 
*Dog: Look, Mama! There's the crazy chicken!
*Sheep: Yes, it is! Crazy chicken. You're so smart. We don't make eye contact. Bye!
*Chicken Little: That's it. Today is a new day. Great an acorn. (Groans) Not acorns again.
*Robot Chicken Little: The sky is falling. The sky is falling. 
*Foxxy: Oh, no. The sky is falling. Oh, no. Ha! Loser.
*Robot Chicken Little: The sky is falling.
*Chicken Little: First the movie, not the mercherdising. (Groans) What will they come up with next? Chew toys. Have a taste of yoyo. Ha. You don't even look like me. Huh? There's gotta be another way in. I just gotta find some change. Whoa! I love these things. 
*The Coach: OK, everyone. Listen up! I don't wanna hear any quacks, tweets, oinks, whinnies or cocklee-doodle-doos when I say... dodgeball.
*All: [cheering]
*Runt: Oh, man.
*Foxxy: Pump it up! Pump it, pump it, pump it!
*The Coach: Split into two teams. Popular versus unpopular.
*Runt: Coach? Shouldn't we review safety guidelines?
*The Coach: Sure! Hit the pig, kids!
*Runt: Aaah! [screaming] Look out!
*Abby: Calm down, Runt. Just... Just do what Fish is doing.
*Chicken Little: Whew!
*Abby: Tough morning?
*Chicken Little: A run-in with my old nemesis.
*Abby: Gum in the crosswalk?
*Chicken Little: He won this round.
*Abby: Your old foe!
*Chicken Little: Mm-hmm.
*Abby: Okay, here's how this works. After a ball gets deflected it'll pop the air and you could catch before it lands. Once the pop is popped out. Just get under its shadow then catch it as it falling.
*Chicken Little: Yes! Okay. Today's the new day. Today's the new day. Today's the new day. Goosey, lool brain pellets. My bad. Oh, yeah. 
*All: (Gasps) (Laughs) 
*Runt: We will save you! Fall back! Mad goose!
*All: (Gasps)
*Chicken Little: (Gasps)
*All: (Screams)
*(The Coach arrives)
*The Coach: Chicken Little!
*Chicken Little: Uh... Hey, Dad? [clears throat] I was thinkin'. Yeah, what if I...? What if...? What if I joined the baseball team?
*Man: Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?!
*Buck: Sorry, there, buddy! Sorry, sorry. Baseball? Son, we talked about this.
*Chicken Little: Yeah, right. But, you know, that was when I was small. I put on five ounces this year. I've really bulked up.
*Buck: Really, son? Baseball. Are you sure?
*Chicken Little: Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, you know, hey, why not, right?
*Buck: Yeah, why not, but why?
*Chicken Little: Well, Dad, you were such a big baseball star in high school. You could give me some pointers.
*Buck: But, son, you know, I'm just wondering... Maybe baseball isn't exactly your thing, you know? Have you considered the chess team or the glee club? And some teenagers, you know, they get quite a rush from stamp collecting.
*Chicken Little: No.
*Buck: Wanna stop? We'II get some stamps.
*Chicken Little: I don't Iike stamps.
*Buck: Colors, colorful things...
*Chicken Little: No, I was thinkin' baseball! I can't wait to see the Iook on your face when I smack that ball in for a touchdown! [Iaughing]
*Buck: [sighing]
*Chicken Little: Dad... Um, I'm kidding. That was a... that was a joke. [chuckles]
*Buck: [chuckles] Just do me one favor, son.
*Chicken Little: Why, sure, Dad. Anything.
*Buck: Just please try not to get your hopes too high.
*Chicken Little: Come on, Foxxy. Today's the big game. I need that. Foxxy! Give me back my uniform. 
*Foxxy: Goosey, please put Mr. Twiddle's uniform someplace where he'd be able to find it real easily. You want your uniform, loser? Go get it.
*Chicken Little: I love these things. 
*Foxxy: Ha! Pathetic, little chicken. You'll still don't have a uniform. Even popular folks like yourself can play baseball without your uniform. But, don't worry, Chicken Loser. We're still gotta win without you warming the bench. What? Still no uniform?
*Chicken Little: Now, who's the chicken? Oh, yeah, baby. 
*Woman: You've gotta hurry, Chicken Little, you can't miss the big game.
*Chicken Little: Sweet. Awesome. Yes! Hey, Runt, Abby, perfect day for the baseball game don't you think? Guys? Uh, guys? 
*Runt: Psst. 
*Abby: Chicken Little, over here.
*Chicken Little: Oh.
*Abby: Alright, there. Going in to this game. Remember the three seas from modern Maellard's baseball edition. Concentrationing, comentment, closure.
*Chicken Little: Closure? 
*Runt: That's a great article.
*Abby: Okay, maybe we better just focus on the two for now. And we'll starting with batting practice. Go get'em, slugger. Don't worry. hitting the ball is easy. Just watch the symbols as they across the plate and hit the right symbol at the right time. If you'll do that, you're guarntree to get a hit. Okay, get ready. And remmeber to watch your timing. 
*Chicken Little: Okay.
*Runt: Woo-hoo! Yeah! Please gonna hit, please gonna hit, please gonna hit.
*Abby: I've got an idea.
*Chicken Little: Go for it.
*Abby: Okay, try this one. That's okay, Chicken Little, we'll try again.
*Chicken Little: I'm ready.
*Runt: Alright, alright, alright. Go, Chicken Little, go!
*Abby: How about this pitch? Hey, a single. 
*Chicken Little: I smacked that one for a touchdown. Ha, ha. Let it rip.
*Runt: Go, Mighty Acorns, go!
*Abby: Let's give him a heal. 
*Chicken Little: Chicken Little shoots he scores. Let's do it.
*Abby: Nice swing.
*Chicken Little: Right here.
*Abby: See. This isn't so hard.
*Runt: Come on!
*Abby: Awesome. A triple. I knew you could do it.
*Acorn Mascot: Lean to the left Lean to the right C'mon Acorns Fight, fight, fight! Go, Acorns!
*Fish: [gurgling, screaming]
*Reptorter: There's excitement in the air, Iadies and gentlemen. It's been two decades since Oakey Oaks has beaten rivals the Spud Valley Taters. Down by only a single run, and with a player in scoring position, we finally have a chance again.
*Acorn Mascot: Foul. Play ball. 
*Announcer: It's, it's a screwball. Whoa. What a slam. 
*Donkey: Strike.
*Announcer: For the first time in 20 years, we won the pennant! Mothers, kiss your babies! You've witnessed a miracle! Remember where you were at this moment. The smells! The sounds! There's a new winner in town and his name is Chicken Little!
*Foxxy: (Sighs) Wait, wait, wait second. What's going on? There is still a hit.
*Announcer: Yes, Chicken Little, it's all yours! The victory, the triumph, the glory! And getting doused with a sticky drink that soaks into your undies and chafes for hours! This is one memory you'II savor forever!
*Fish: [gurgling]
*Abby: Yeah! Yeah!
*Runt: Yeah!
*Buck: Yes, yes, yes! We won! We won! That's my boy out there! That's my boy! That was just a Iucky hit!
*Chicken Little: Whoo-hoo! [cheering, Iaughing] [sighs] Thanks. Thanks for the chance. [gasping] [grunting] Oh... [gasping] [whimpering] No!
*Abby: Chicken Little's sounded really freaked out on the phone.
*Runt: Yeah, but are you really sure we should be taking the car? We were beginning a lot of trouble there safety issues to consider?
*Abby: Our best friend is having a personal crisis. We can't abadonding him in his our need.
*Runt: Okay, I can do this. First, the steering belt, then check the wiper signals. And ware view petals. Okat, let's go.
*Abby: Hang on, Theo!
*Runt: We're on our way! Oops. Heh, heh.
*Abby: You've got to--
*Runt: Okay, I got it.
*Abby: Aah.
*Runt: I am so sorry for my non exusable short comings.
*Abby: Entertanin-- Whoo! Before we head to Chicken Little's house, I need to make one quick stop. 
*Runt: Uh, Abby, I'm hungry.
*Abby: Runt, we don't have time.
*Runt: It'll be quick. We can grab my secret snacks.
*Abby: A snacks? Hidden around town?
*Runt: Oh, yeah. It's that weird?
*Fish: (Gurgles)
*Abby: What? You've got to deliver serveboards? 
*Fish: (Gurgles)
*Abby: Oh, really? I guess we're better do it then.
*Fish: (Gurgles)
*Abby: Emergency like this calls for the latest advice hot of the presses. We're just picked a few magazines. Modern Maelleard. This issue saids "avoiding closure with your parents can ties early mold". Beautiful Duckling. According to them "You need stop the squawk and try the top." Fashion Feather. Untiated with accessories. Does Chicken Little even have accessories?
*Runt: Oh, no!
*Abby: What now?
*Runt: I forgot to do my paper route!
*Abby: Fine. But, be quick. Chicken Little is waiting. Okay, we're done. Now, step on it. It's pass dinner time already.
*Runt: It is? Oh, man. I was supposed to get the groceries.
*Abby: (Groans) Make it, snappy.
*Runt: I will. I just have to pick up the old traw. 
*Abby: Why are you eating? (Gasps) My cookies. 
*Runt: Give me a break I got hamulet tabilism.
*Abby: Hey, you're right. I suppose to deliver those for my mom.
*Runt: Are we there yet?
*Abby: Hey, you're the one driving. Can we please just go to Chicken Little's house?
*Chicken Little: I don't care what it is!
*Fish: [humming] [gurgling]
*Chicken Little: Are you gonna help me get rid of it or not?
*Fish: [humming, beeping] [gurgling] [humming] [gurgling]
*Runt: Flying Fish! Take cover!
*Chicken Little: Fish! Fish! Come on. We've gotta catch him. 
*Abby: Let's move.
*Runt: It's a tight squeeze. Maybe if I just regal sideways a little.
*Abby: Ow. Runt, you're crushing my feathers.
*Runt: Sorry. I should've stop my pockets with those coco fudge bars.
*Abby: Don't worry, Chicken Little, we're right behind you.
*Chicken Little: Now, who's the chicken.
*[all panting]
*Abby: Fish!
*[Runt wheezing, gulping]
*Runt: What was that?! [screaming] Head for the perimeter!
*Chicken Little: Abby! Abby! Wake up! Come on! Let's get outta here!
*Runt: [gasping]
*Fish: [garbled gurgling]
*Runt Oh, poor Fish! He's probably stuffed and mounted Iike an intergalactic trophy or... ...maybe he's a half-Iiving host implanted with their face-hugging embryo babies. One thing's for sure, man. He's gone! Gone, man!
*Abby: [gasping] Not yet!
*Fish: [gurgling]
*Chicken Little: Oh, snap. 
*Voice: (Gibberish)
*Runt: Oh, man. Our toast. Oh, I have to go I'm allergic to extradational radiation. 
*Voice: What's it saying? 
*Chicken Little: I don't know. I don't understand.
*Voice: I don't understand. Pilot not recognized. Pilot certification acquired. Ingniation. Pilot certification test. 
*Runt: Aah! Joysticks. We're doomed.
*Chicken Little: This is the oonly way in, Runt. And we've gotta get in to save Fish.
*Abby: Great job. Come in, come on.
*Runt: Look out for the turrets. Wrap hyper space! Don't hyper space. Try to fall space! Yeah, I saw it.
*Abby: Wow. You're really good at this.
*Runt: Oh, I can't watch. Tell me when this is over. 
*Chicken Little: Fish.
*Runt: What if time flows different me in there? Fish could be in million years old by now or this isn't reality at all in just sort of computer simulation. Look for the sick twisted entertainmet of alien children. Aah! What was that?
*Abby: Shh. Quiet, Runt. Just rest here for a minute. Breath.
*Runt: Oh, man.
*Abby: Chicken Little, come quick.
*Chicken Little: Huh?
*Abby: Chicken Little. (Gasps) Chicken Little? Whoa! Cool. Okay. Why would they want so many acorns? Yes. Very nice. 
*Runt: Whoa! (Screams)
*Voice: Mission complete. Pilot sertified level 2.
*Chciken Little: Whoa!
*Abby: Wha!
*Both: (Awakrdly Talking)
*Runt: (Screams) It's someone there? Fish? Chicken Little?
*Both: (Mumbles)
*Runt: (Gasps) Fish!
*Fish: (Gurgles)
*Runt: Fish!
*Abby: How do we get them out?
*Chicken Little: I don't know. 
*Abby: Maybe one of those buttons?
*Chicken Little: Yeah, but which one?
*Abby: It's gotta be the blue one.
*Chicken Little: But, what if it's red?
*Abby: It's never red.
*Chicken Little: Huh?
*Abby: Red means bad. Blue means good.
*Runt: Oh, yeah, yeah. Just like on TV. When there's a bomb you never ever cut the red wire!
*Abby: He's right. 
*Chicken Little: Okay. Then, blue it is.
*Both: (Gasps)
*Abby: He's gone.
*Runt: Oh, no. We killed him. We killed Fish. No!
*Abby: Poor Fish.
*Chicken Little: He was the bravest fish I've ever knew.
*Runt: He even let me wear his helmet once.
*Fish: (Gurgles) (Gurgles)
*Runt: (Gasps) 
*All: Fish!
*Both: Fish! Are you OK?
*Abby: Did they hurt you? Say something!
*Chicken Little: Don't tap the glass. They hate it when you do that.
*Abby: AII right, Iet's get out of here. (Gasps) Where's Runt?
*Runt: [whimpering [whimpering]
*[all gasp]
*Chicken Little: We're next.
*Abby: OK! That's it! We're running back to your house. Tell your dad!
*Chicken Little: OK! You're right, you're right!
*Alien: [screaming, garbled Ianguage]
*All: [screaming]
*Runt: Brians, brians. Brain the aliens they're gonna take over our brains.
*Abby: Oh, Runt!
*Runt: [screaming] Push! Push! No!
*Abby: Runt!
*Runt: No! Not pull! Push!
*Chicken Little: We gotta get outta here right now! Come on, you gu... 
*Runt:No!
*Chicken Little: Come on, you guys! Hu... Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! OK, time out! So... [Iaughs] have you been to the mall? (Screams) Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy.
*Runt: I'm sorry. Tension makes me bloat. [gasping] (Screams)
*Abby: (Screams)
*Chicken Little: I'll bet I can sneak by those alien lights. (Whistles) There's a good hiding spot over there. 
*Abby: Help me.
*Chicken Little: Wait here. Follow me.
*Runt: We're surrounded. It's over, man.
*Chicken Little: Okay, don't move. Whew. Found ya. It's okay. Everybody's fine. We've just gotta-- 
*Runt: (Screams) 
*Fish: (Gurgles)
*Chicken Little: There's a soft spot over there.
*Runt: I'm, I'm alergic to aliens. 
*Chicken Little: Shh. Be quiet. Remember, to stay out of the lights.
*Abby: Get out out of here!
*Chicken Little: Okay, now. Don't move. There you are. 
*Abby: The school bell. We've got to ring the bell to warn everyone.
*Runt: But, how do we get past the aliens?
*Chicken Little: Guys, looks like we're gonna need some change. Stay on target. Almost there. The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
*Buck: It was just an acorn. A little acorn! I can't tell you how embarrassed I am, folks.
*Abby: Ring the bell! Come on, Chicken Little! Ring the bell!
*Kirby: (Grunts)
*Porcupine: Whoa.
*Dog: Run! 
*All: (Screams)
*Kirby: (Gasps) (Alien Language)
*Chicken Little: Those are your parents?
*[Fish gurgling]
*Chicken Little: And they brought the galactic armada?
*[Kirby speaking alien Ianguage]
*chicken Little: Watch out for the kid! Don't hit him!
*Buck: There you are. Get in the car.
*Chicken Little: I gotta tell you something.
*Buck: What, what? I know, I know! You were right! AIien invasion. I see that now. Look up! There it is!
*Chicken Little: Dad, you know, about that... [chuckling] It's actually a rescue mission.
*Buck: Rescue mission?
*Chicken Little: This alien kid was Ieft and they're coming back to get him! We have to help him, 'cause if we don't, who else will?
*Buck: What?!
*Chicken Little: Ugh! Forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyway.
*Buck: Son! Son, come back! Son! Chicken Little!
*Mayor Turkey Lurkey: What's going on here? You. Just where do you think you're-- Sweet jiblets. Someone's gotta do something. No alien brain is here going to taky my town. This is like shooting aliens in the barallel. Poultry of the world, unite. Go away. Leave us alone. Pick on a defenseless urky will ya? Stay away from our acorns. This is the election year. I'll buy. Follow that saucer. Moving on the right flank. Shields on double drill. 
*Chicken Little: Okay, this is a piece of cake. All we gotta to is get the cake back to one of those saucers.
*Runt: Uh, will this help?
*Chicken Little: Yes. We've gotta get to that spaceship before--
*Mayor Turkey Lurkey: Hit for the red fire. Fire torpedo.
*Runt: Before the Mayor destroys the entire town?
*Chicken Little: Exactly. That. Abby, come on.
*Runt: Hey! Aah! 
*Buck: I can't get out! Come back, son! We can't go out this way! It's dangerous.
*Chicken Little: No, Dad, I can do this!
*Buck: It's too dangerous.
*Chicken Little: I can do this. I can. You gotta believe me this time.
*Buck: I... I do, son.
*Chicken Little: Okay, hang on tight.
*Buck: Yes!
*Chicken Little: Here's your kid! Look over here! Here's your kid! He's OK!
*Alien: [jabbering]
*Chicken Little: He's all right! Stop the invasion! Son! Son! Aaaah! I didn't this through.
*Buck: [chuckling] I'm here, son!
*Chicken Little: Dad! Look out!
*Buck: Get away from my boy! Get away!
*Both: The mighty Acorns...
*Chicken Little: Hello? Dad! No!
*Runt: Mommy.
*Abby: Whoa!
*Runt: (Screams) Whoa! Oh, oh! Whee! Devastated. Perhaps. But, not defeated. Hey, daddy-o. It's you. I'm here to save you. (Gulps)
*Buck: Aah! Oof!
*Chicken Little: Dad, are you okay?
*Buck: Yeah, yeah. Sure, son. Everything's seems to be one piece. Huh?
*[both yelling]
*Foxxy: [sucking]
*Both: [gasping]
*Mayor turkey Durkey: Tic Tac?
*Melvin: Why did you take our child?
*Buck: Hey, hey! Just... [gulps] Just hold on there, buddy! My son did not take your kid! You were the one that Ieft him behind! That's bad parenting! And I should know!
*Melvin: Silence! [echoing] Release the child!
*Buck: OK. OK, OK.
*Kirby: [sputtering]
*Tina: Sweetheart! Oh, Kirby, I'm so happy to see you! My darling!
*Buck: [sighs] That was close.
*Chicken Little: At Ieast they're back together.
*Buck: They got their kid.
*Melvin: You have violated intergalactic Iaw 9021 0! A charge punishable by immediate particle disintegration!
*Buck: Oh, snap.
*Kirby: [jabbering]
*Melvin: Hmm? What's that?
*Kirby: [jabbering]
*Melvin: Hmm. I... I don't quite...
*Tina: Melvin, honey? He's saying they're telling the truth. It was just a misunderstanding.
*[Kirby jabbering]
*Melvin: Well, then. This is awkward.
*Tina: Yes, it is.
*Melvin: I suppose I should...
*Tina: Put the big guns away?
*Melvin: Yes, yes.
*Tina: Now put them down.
*Melvin: Oh, of course.
*Tina: And turn off your big voice.
*Melvin: But I don't...
*Tina: Turn it off.
*Melvin: But... But I don't get to use the big voice very often!
*Tina: Melvin.
*Melvin: Yes, dear.
*Abby: It's afley quiet around here. I wonder where everyone is?
*Runt: No, no. Don't you get it? It's over. We've lost. This is the comet after the storm. The Earth has been crushed like a stale potato chip.
*Abby: We don't know that. Maybe they're realize that this whole thing was just a big misunderstanding. 
*Runt: We're all is left! We've gotta get outta here! 
*Fish: (Gurgles)
*Runt: Liva Va Resistance! Quickly, we must gather the surviors. 
*Abby: Runt, we should stay here. There's no need to jump into conclusions! 
*Runt: See I told you. They're coming to finish us off. We've gotta move.
*Buck: Heh. I'm proud of you, son. 
*Chicken Little: Thanks, Dad.
*Runt: Move! Outta the way! Ow.
*Melvin: AII right, then. It was good meetin' ya. Sorry for the whole full-scale invasion thing. But, hey, I'm a dad. You know how it is with your kids. When they need ya, you do whatever it takes.
*Tina: [sighs] There goes that panel again.
*tina: Every year we come, this thing falls off. Seriously, honey. Someday it's going to hit somebody on the head.
*All: [gasping]
*Melvin: Nonsense!
*Tina: You can't return the panel.
*Melvin: Now that's ridiculous.
*Tina: You threw away the receipt again.
*Melvin: [echoing] Silence!
*Tina: Melvin, did you just try and use the big voice on me?
*Melvin: Um... uh... Who we talkin' about?
*Buck: So I'd Iike to see the movie they make about you now.
*Chicken Little: I just hope they stay true to what really happened.
*'Buck: Oh, son, these people are from Hollywood! One thing they'II never do is mess with a good story.
*Ace: Red alert! Man your battle stations! Status report, Mr. Fish.
*Fish: Commander Little, the evil Foxloxian Army has broken through the planet's atmosphere.
*Abby: [gasps] But that means...
*Ace: Yes, I know. The sky... is falling.
*Abby: Commander Little! No!
*Ace: PIease... call me... ...Ace.
*Abby: Oh, Ace! No!
*Ace: I never intended to bring you into this... Abby. Runt, do you copy?
*Runt: Yes, commander?
*Ace: Runt, my friend, an alien fleet is about to invade Earth. Civilization as we know it depends on me and, to a Iesser extent... you. So I've just got one question for you: Are you ready to rock? 
*Crowd: (Cheers) 
----
*Chicken Little: Uh, Dad... reporters are blocking the door. 
*Buck: Again? It's been a year since "the incident". I'll tell them to leave. Watch your old man in action. 
*Chicken Little: I don't think it'll work, Dad. They're chanting "Heck no, we won't go." 
*Buck: Now, don't worry about it, son. I'll drive you to the bus stop.
*Chciken Little: We can't take the car. The garage door's stuck, remember?
*Buck: Well, why didn't you say so... I'll go find my tool belt. Now, where did I leave it? Maybe the basement. 
*Chicken Little: I need to reset the fuse box switches in the attic to get the door working. I better do it before Dad tries repairing the garage door again and sets his feathers on fire! My yoyo! I've been looking everywhere for this! I bet it'll cime in real handy. Almost there. Now to reset all the fuse switches and et that garage door open! Hopefully before Dad finds his tool belt. It didn't work! 
*Buck: There you are. Have you seen my tools?
*Chciken Little: Uh... no, Dad. 
*Buck: It's the strangest thing. I can't find them. Doesn't matter. I'll use a rock for a hammer. And for my wrench... a spatula, err, maybe a different rock... I'll just keep looking.
*Chicken Little: Heh, heh... sounds great, Dad. I need to press all the reset switches before the garage will work. And I gotta hurry before Dad goes "This Old Hen House" up here. I did it! I mean... look, Dad, the garage door's fixed.
*Buck: Just as well, kiddo. I couldn't find any rocks. It's like someone hid those too. 
*Chicken Little: Heh, heh. Say, Dad? What about the reporters. They'll try to stop us from leaving.
*Buck: Oh, that. Ha, ha. Most of them are deer, I'll just high-beam them with the car and they'll be caught in the headlights. Now, how about we stop off for some drive-through. 
*Chicken Little: Sounds great, Dad. It's been a year and everyone's still hounding me about "the incident." Even Dad's embarrassed about it. But I know what I saw... a piece of the sky fell and hit me on the head! It wasn't my fault half the town burned down during the panic. Okay... well maybe it was, but the sky did fall! And it wasn't an acorn! And... and... wait... Who am I talking to? I better stop talking to myself before people really think I'm crazy. Too late. Everyone thinks I'm nuts alraedy. Sigh... I need to change the way people look at me... That's it! Since one little moment destroyed my life, I need a second moment to do something great and make everyone forget the first moment. And I'll start right now! Wait... was that my bus? Okay, maybe I'll start after I walk to school. Phew, made it! Hope I'm not late for Gym Class. 
*Foxy: Oh look... the egghead lost his yoyo. Or did the yoyo lose his egghead I can't tell which came first, the chicken or the egghead.
*Chicken Little: Give it back, Foxy.
*Foxy: I wouldn't give it back to you even if you were the sorriest loser on the planet. Oh, wait. You ARE the sorriest loser on the planet. 
*Chicken Little: Then you leave me no choice. I challenge you to a game of dodgeball!
*Foxy: Wow. You are so brave to challenge me...NOT. Bring it on, Chicken Loser. When I win, I'm keeping the yoyo. 
*Chicken Little: And if you lose?
*Foxy: What? Oh... I guess I never thought about the impossible. Okay. If you win, you get your pathetic yoyo back. No fair. Your hideious face and poor fashion sense blinded me. 
*Chicken Little: You promised, Foxy.
*Foxy: And a liady always keeps her word. Espeically someone as beautiful, and as intelligent, as me. here... take your yoyo before I catch nerd from it. 
*Chicken Little: I won!
*Abby: You were great! Soooo... do you want to go to see a movie later? If you don't that's fine. I understand. I actually have other things to do. Okay then, I guess we'll talk later. Bye. 
*Chicken Little: Abby, wait. I'd... I'd like to see a movie with you.
*Abby: You mean it? Okay. We can go after school, or maybe after the baseball game? 
*Chicken Little: Sounds great. Just you watch, Dad. I'm sure coach will let me play today. 
*Buck: That's... that's great, son. But y'know, even if you don't play, that's good too. Keeping the benches warm, that's just as important. 
*Chicken Little: You watch, Dad. I'm going to make you proud.
*Buck: Well, okay then. I'm going to find a seat. Better hurry, son, game's about to start.
*Chicken Little: I better get to the dugout before the game starts. I'm in the lineup and I'm gonna play today! 
*Foxy: So what. Coach may have put you in the lineup, but you're dead last. 
*Chicken Little: Go me, go me! It's my birthday! 
*Foxy: You're even after Simon Sloth, and he's at home sick!
*Chicken Little: A chance is all I need.
*Ace: Commander's Log, Stardate... some time after lunch. Had some bad potato salad. It didn't agree with me. Wait! Stomach clenching! Vision swooning! Abby...I love you! Pain passing... never mind, false alarm. I'm currently aboard the alien space vessel, trying to find the shipment of the stolen Atomic Acorns. I must stop the aliens from doing this again! Yes, Fish. I read you five by five. 
*Fish: Commander Litte, have you located the Atomic Acorns yet? 
*Ace: Not yet. But it's only a matter of time! 
*Fish: Better hurry, Commander. The citizens of Oakey Oaks II are going to need the Atomic Acorns if they're going to fight that outbreak of... Acorn Fever.
*Ace: First Disco Fever, and now this! Will it never end! Well, old chum. I'm on a flatbed elevator heading up. We'll see who's behind this fiendish plot once and for all. 
*Fish: Be careful, COmmander Little. I'm picking up a tachyon field.
*Ace: A tachyon field? So they want to play rough, eh?
*Fish: Commander, something's approaching your ... skrrt ... posit ... qzzz ... 
*Ace: Fish... Fish! His transmission's dead!
*Fish: Commander! Are you all right? I lost contact with you. 
*Ace: I'm fine. I was just fighting one of the alien generals. He was big, and he was ugly. But I prevailed... naturally. 
*Fish: Did you find the Atomic Acorns?
*Ace: Negative. I'm progessing deeper into the alien vessel.
*Fish: Understood. Good luck, Commander. All of Oakey Oaks II is counting on you.
*Buck: The game-winning run... I'm proud of you, kiddo. 
*Chicken Little: Thanks, Dad.
*Buck: Well, I'll leave you guys alone... don't have too much fun. Heh, heh. My boy, Baseball superstar. 
*Abby: Bye, Mr. Little.
*Runt: Woohoo! Let's party. I got the new Spice Girlrillas album.
*Fish: (Bulbs)
*Runt: They are NOT passe.
*Chicken Little: Guys, no. I called you over because... a piece of the sky fell and hit me in the head. It fell through my window and -- what? I'm serious!
*Abby: Have you told your dad?
*Chicken Little': Well... no...
*Abby: Uh-oh! I was afraid this would happen. Teen Quack says closure is the key! 
*Chicken Little: No, no, look. I just want this to go away. 
*Runt: Is this it?
*Chicken Little: No, Runt. That's an acorn.
*Abby: You may get your wish.
*Chicken Little: Yeah, why?
*Abby: Because it's flying off with fish on it!
*Chicken Little: Fish! He's flying out the window! Catch him!
*Runt: Fish!!! NOOOO!!
*Fish: (Bulbs) (Oooooh) 
*Chicken Little: Quick, after him! Fish! You're okay! 
*Fish: (Blubs) (Vrooms)
*Runt: Fish, you're alright. Have the aliens implanted you with their fiendish mind control devices?
*Fish: (Blubs)
*Runt: Whew. Can we pleeeeeease lave now? Please, please, please, please.
*Abby: Runt is right. We better leave before those things come back!
*Fish: (Bulb ?)
*Chicken Little: No. No more rides. We're getting out of here. I think we're safe. 
*Fish: (Bulbs)
*Runt: No, I don't want to go back on the ship.
*Abby: Wait. What's that sound?
*Alien: (Gibberish)
*Runt: AAARRRGH!! Aliens! RUN!
*Abby: They found us! 
*Runt: I'm allergic to extraatterestrial tentacles! RUN!! 
*Kirby: Boogle-ruggle-ruggle.
*Chicken Little: The school bell. The last time I rang the bell, a piece of the sky hit me, but... nobody believed me. 
*Abby: Uh, Chicken Little, you can ring the bell now?
*Chicken Little: People were running and screaming.
*Runt: We're doomed, man! We're doooooomed!!! 
*Abby: Runt! Stop that! 
*Fush: (Bulbs)
*Chicken Little: Even my own father didn't believe me. If my own father doesn't believe me, who will?
*Abby: Help, Chicken Little! The aliens are here. Ring the bell.
*Runt: Ring the bell! Ring the bell now for the love of chocolate covered corn dogs, RING THE BELL! 
*Chicken Little: What? The aliens are here? Why didn't anyone say anything? 
*Runt: WE DID!
*Abby: WE DID!
*Fish: (Bulb, Bulb!)
*Chicken Little: Sorry, my bad. Ringing the bell, now! 
*Buck: Oh no, not another "incident"! 
*Chicken Little: No, Dad, wait, I can explain. 
*Buck: What's with the bell ringing and the throwing everyone into a panic fo rnothing?
*Chicken Little: No, there were... and they... and you hafta... and Fish...vroom!... flying stop sign! I mean... the ship! You saw the invisible ship in the baseball field, right? No wait, that didn't sound right. 
*Buck: So, there was nothing out there. We looked. No ship, no aliens. I... I don't knowwhat to do anymore. 
*Chicken Little: Dad, wait. You do believe me, don't you dad? Dad?... Why won't Dad believe me? I mean... AAAAAH! 
*Kirby: AAAAAH! 
*Chicken Little: Wait... you're that thing I found on the alien ship.
*Kirby: Bwooga, boo daga Swooooosh.
*Chicken Little: Swoosh? What went swoooosh? Oh! Your ship left without you? Well, do you know where they went?
*Kirby: Dabada.
*Chicken Little: Why are you pointing up? Oh no! It's the invasion fleet!
*Buck: Run, it's an invasion fleet!
*Chicken Little: Dad, wait.
*Buck: No, no. Waiting can wait. You were right, I was wrong. Silly me. Run now. Apology later!
*Chicken Little: No, Dad. I think they're here for the baby--
*Buck: They're here for our babies? Well, no sir. They can't have you. Well, sure, I mean you look like a toddler, but you're my son! Let's go, kiddo! We have toddler, but you're my son! Let's go, kiddo! We have somewhere else to be! 
*Chicken Little: No, wait... 
*Buck: Hah! Safe at last. We made it home. There's no place like home, eh son! Wait. Oh no... I drove in a circle! 
*Chicken Little: No Dad, it's okay. Look.
*Buck: Ahhh! Orange dust bunny!
*Kirby: Ahhh! Buggle-uggle!!!!!
*Chicken Little: Wait, Dad. It's only a baby. I think those aliens are looking for the little guy. See... he's not bad. 
*Buck: Hey... You're right, kiddo. And, heh... I guess you've been right all along. I should have believed you. I'm sorry, son.
*Chicken Little: It's okay, Dad. Thanks. Now... let's get this baby back to his mom and dad. 
*Runt: Commander? Dis is Runt.
*Ace: Reading you loud and clear my... portly friend. 
*Runt: Scans indicate hostiles inbound on your location. Expect heavier resistance as you move deeper into that der ship. 
*Ace: So they're pulling out the big guns, eh? Guess they figured out they were dealing with none other than... Commander Ace. 
*Runt: Yeah, well, that's sort if stenciled in on the nose of our ship here.
*Ace: Right, old chum. But I figure it's only... fair warning. 
*Runt: Commander...dis Runt again. Fish says the AI controlling the enemy ship is near by. Not much further. 
*Ace: Well, my friend. I think it's time the enemy had a little chat... 
*Runt: Commander?
*Ace: ...with my Atomizer. Tell Abby... I'm coming home soon. No... it's not... possible. The Atomic Acorns aren't... here!
*Fish: Don't despair, Commander Little. We still have time to save Oakey Oaks II. I'm hacking the alien ship's AI. Commander Little! I know exactly where they're keeping Atomic Acorn shipment. 
*Ace: Then that can only mean one thing... it's time to rock! 
*Buck: So, what's the plan, son?
*Chicken Little: We need to show the aliens that their baby is okay.
*Buck: Right! Why is that again?
*Chicken Little: Sigh. So they'll leave us alone. We need to climb to the highest point in Oakey Oaks and show them their baby's okay. We have to take him to the Town Hall. 
*Buck: Let's do it, son, who I support 100%! 
*Chicken Little: Town Hall! We made it.
*Buck: Get inside, quickly.
*Chicken Little: Too late! They see us! 
*Buck: Don't worry, son. If it's a fight they want, it's a... 
*Chicken Little: Dad... where are you? There's nobody else here. I better find Dad before he gets himself in more trouble. 
*Voice: SILENCE!
*Chicken Little: I, uh, didn't say anything.
*Voice: SORRY, I WAS ON THE OTHER LINE.
*Chicken Little: Where's my dad?
*Voice: SILENCE! FOR ABDUCTING THE CHILD, YOUR PUNISHMENT IS IMMEDIATE DISINTIGRATION! WOULD YOU PREFER To BE POACHED, SCRAMBLED OR HARD-BOILED? 
*Chicken Little: One... I'm not an egg, and two... give me back my dad!
*Voice: OW! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU POKED ME IN THE EYES!
*Tina: Uh, Mek, honey, junior has something he wants to say. And maybe stop with the big voice. 
*Kirby: Bwagga-goo-dwana. 
*Melvin: You followed them out of the spaceship? We thought you were kidnapped. Oh... well... this is embarrassing, ha, ha. Ahem. How can we make it up to you? 
*Chicken Little: Well... I want my dad back.
*Tina: We'll do more than that, won't we, honey? We'll even clean up this mess we made and rebuild your town.
*Melvin: Uhm, well yes, of course. It's the least we can do. Again... so sorry about the misunderstanding. 
*Chicken Little: Dad!
*Buck: There you are, kiddo. You know... I don't think I've ever been more proud of you.
*Chicken Little: Gee, thanks Dad.
*Buck: No, no. No thanks necessary. You deserve it, what with "the incident" and all. I'd say we can finally put all that behind us.
*Runt: There he is!
*Chicken Little: Runt! Fish! You're okay!
*Fish: (Bloops)
*Runt: Wow, you're a hero, Chicken. I bet they'll make a movie about all this. Oo, oo... maybe I can sing the theme song for it. 
*Chicken Little: No, no, no... no singing please.
*Abby: I'm so happy you finally got closure with your, Dad! I mean... 
*Chicken Little: Abby, in the spirit of closure, I would like to say that I have alawys found you particularly attractive. (Smooches) 
*Abby: You... you just kissed me. I... you... we... they... 
*Chicken Little: Are you all right? 
*Abby: Oh, yeah... Fantastic! 
*Chciken Little: Alright then, let's go catch the end of my movie, I want to see how I got to save the world again. 
----
*(police burst in with guns)
*Policewoman number 1: hands up!
*(Colonel Sanders holds his hands up)
*Policewoman no:1:Are you Colonel Sanders?
*Colonel Sanders:(sarcastically) no I'm Barney the dinosaur of course I'm him
*Policewoman no:1:(grabs his collar) don't play games with me sonny I'm not in the mood, I'm arresting you for the murder of Foghorn Leghorn *(She handcuffs him)
*Colonel Sanders:but he's a chicken, this is a fried chicken place.
*Policewoman no:1:that is no excuse now come along quietly sunny Jim
*Colonel Sanders:My name's not sunny Jim
*Policewoman no:1:I know but I've always wanted to say that (She hits him on the head with a truncheon).
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