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[male voice clears throat]

Now, where to begin? [clicks tongue]

How 'bout, "Once upon a time"?

[door slams]

How many times have you heard

that to begin a story?

Let's do somethin' else.

[gasps] I got it, I got it,

here we go.

Here's how to open a movie!

[singing in African language]

No, I don't think so.

It sounds familiar. Doesn't it, to you?

Oh, no, no, not the book.

How many have seen

"opening the book" before?

- [brakes screech]

- Close the book. We're not doing that.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Why don't I just go back to the day

things took a turn for the worse?

Run for your Iives!

Everyone run for cover!

SOS! Mayday! Mayday!

Code red! Duck and cover!

You're all in danger!

- Ah!

- [babies crying]

[grunting]

[Chicken Little] Run for cover!

[steer bellows]

- Run for your Iives!

- [squealing]

- [ringing]

- [siren wails]

Emergency! Emergency!

[woman shrieks]

Whoa!

- Whoa!

- Aaah!

[babies crying]

Woman: Look out! Take cover! Aah! Ahh! [shrieks]

[Raiders of the Lost Ark Theme]

[car horns honking]

[screaming]

[Chicken Little] Run for cover!

[coughs] Chicken Little!

What is it? What's going on?

The sky is falling!

The sky is falling!

- The sky is falling?

- Are you crazy?

No, no, no!

It's true! Come with me!

No. Son? What?

It happened under the old oak tree!

I'm not making this up. It's here.

[stammering] There's a piece

of the sky somewhere...

...somewhere on the ground.

It was shaped Iike that!

- It Iooks Iike a stop sign?

- Yes!

Only it doesn't say "stop"

and it's blue and it has a cloud on it.

And it hit me on the head!

- It Iooked Iike a stop sign.

- Wait! What's that?

- Son, is this what hit you?

- What?

Oh, no, Dad. It was

definitely a piece of the sky!

Piece of the sky. It's OK, everyone!

- Dad, no.

- There's been, Iike, a Iittle mistake.

It was just an acorn that-that

hit my son. A Iittle acorn.

- No! Dad, no.

- Quiet, son.

This is embarrassing enough already.

Chicken Little! What were you thinkin'?

Why put your town's safety in jeopardy?

How could you mistake

a stop sign for an acorn?

- But it... a big acorn Ievel fluh.

- What did he say?

- A big acorn Ievel fluh...

- [reporter 2] It was a big acorn?

- [reporter 3] An ape throwing coleslaw?

- A big acorn Ievel fluh...

[man] Gesundheit!

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's just gibberish,

- gibberish of an insane person.

- Come on, Buck!

Your kid went

and scared us all half to death!

Well, what can I tell you,

folks, my son,

you know... Kids do crazy stuff.

You have kids. It's...

No, Dad. It wasn't an acorn.

It was... it was a piece of the sky.

Really, it was.

You gotta believe me.

[chuckling] A movie. A movie.

They're makin' a movie.

When? When will everybody

forget your big mistake?

First it was all over the papers,

then they wrote a book about it,

then the book on tape,

then the board game,

the spoons with your face on it...

...and the Web site,

the commemorative plates.

- You saw them, right?

- Yeah. I saw them.

Can't eat off 'em.

- They're not microwave-safe.

- You saw the billboards?

I saw them.

Ha! There's a bumper sticker.

I knew it was only a matter of time.

Billboards I could Iive with.

Posters I could even Iive with.

But a bumper sticker.

It's... it's Iike glued on forever.

It doesn't matter. You know why?

Because I've got a plan.

Yeah, about that.

Well, remember how I told you

it would be better for you to Iay Iow,

don't call attention to yourself?

- Yes, but I...

- See, it's Iike a game.

Yeah, a game of hide-and-seek,

except the goal

is never to be found, ever!

- [stammering]

- Great!

[chuckles] Now, we've got a plan, right?

I'II see ya Iater! Remember, Iay Iow.

Yeah. OK.

Bye.

Look, Mama! There's the crazy chicken!

Yes, it is! Crazy chicken. You're so

smart. We don't make eye contact. Bye!

That's it. Today is a new day.

- [brakes squeaking]

- [honks horn]

[Iaughing and cheering]

[Barenaked Ladies: One Little Slip]

[horn honking]

[snorts]

[school bell ringing]

How's it going?

[screaming]

- [rattling]

- [banging]

[Chicken Little sighing]

[scraping]

- [bell ringing]

- [students chattering]

Ahem.

- Very well. Foxy Loxy.

- Present, pretty, punctual.

- Goosey Loosey.

- [squeals]

Master Runt of the Litter.

Present and accounted for,

Mr. Woolensworth.

Oop! Dropped my pencil!

[straining] Whoa! Ahh!

- Loser!

- Henny Penny.

- Here.

- Ducky Lucky.

- Here.

- Fuzzy Wuzzy.

- Here.

- Morkubine Porcupine.

- Yo.

- Fish Out of Water.

[bubbling]

[muffled reply]

[clicks tongue]

Quite. Abby Mallard.

Ugly duckling.

[Iaughing]

CIass! I will not tolerate rude behavior

- at the expense of a fellow...

- [Abby] No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.

- Yah!

- [horn honks]

You mustn't sneak up on me,

Ugly... uh, Abby.

- Where was I?

- Ugly duckling.

Oh, yes.

- Chicken Little.

- [squeals]

[Woolensworth] Hmm.

- [coughing] Tardy again.

- Tardy again. Hmm.

CIass, turn to page 62

and translate each word in Mutton.

- [clears throat] He.

- [class] Baa.

- She.

- Baa.

- They.

- Baa.

- We.

- Baa.

- [coach blows whistling]

- [animals talking]

[male voice] OK, everyone. Listen up!

I don't wanna hear any quacks,

tweets, oinks, whinnies

or cocklee-doodle-doos

when I say... dodgeball.

[cheering]

Oh, man.

Pump it up! Pump it, pump it, pump it!

Split into two teams.

Popular versus unpopular.

- Coach?

- Yeah, unpopular?

Shouldn't we review safety guidelines?

Sure! Hit the pig, kids!

Aaah!

[screaming] Look out!

Calm down, Runt. Just...

Just do what Fish is doing.

[C & C Music Factory:

Gonna Make You Sweat]

- [footsteps]

- Whew!

- Tough morning?

- A run-in with my old nemesis.

- Gum in the crosswalk?

- He won this round.

- Your old foe!

- Mm-hmm.

- Incoming on your right.

- Thank you!

[braying]

Aah! [Iaughing]

[blubbering]

Yeah, I heard about

the movie. Tough break.

- Yeah.

- Maybe it'II just go straight to video.

That's the Ieast of my problems.

This morning... this morning my dad

told me I should basically disappear.

But that's not gonna get me down.

I've got a plan.

You want to hear about it?

- Uh-oh.

- No, no, no! This one's good.

Look, one moment destroyed

my Iife, right? One moment.

- Warthog at 3':00!

- I see him!

- [ball thumps]

- [warthog squeals]

- Yes!

- So I figure all I need is a chance...

AII I need is a chance

to do something great

to make everyone forget the

"sky falling" thing once and for all.

And then my dad'II finally

have a reason to be proud of me.

[coach] Time out!

[snickering]

Nurse!

[dialing]

- Hi, Tiffany!

- Hey, man, what's goin' on?

So, what do you think?

OK, Iisten.

You said the sky was falling.

- Your dad didn't support you.

- I...

And you have been hurting

inside ever since, right?

- It's hurt. It stung. OK?

- It's hurt, but... Yes.

- That's the nutshell.

- OK. Yes, but...

- No. Buh-buh...

- But, it's...

What's got to happen now

is the nut needs to be cracked open.

And not one Iittle chip

at a time, but... bam!

Smash! Bits of emotion flying

everywhere! Anger! Frustration!

Denial! Fear!

Deep depression, in fact!

You see what I'm saying?

Uh...

AII right, forget the nut part.

Here's the main thing.

You have got to stop messing around,

and deal with the problem.

- OK, yes, but...

- Here's the real solution.

You and your dad

talk-talk-talking... closure!

- CIosure?

- CIosure,

talking about something

until it's resolved.

Wait! Hold on! See? Look.

There's a whole section about it

in this month's Modern Mallard.

- Incredibly appropriate!

- I told you, I have a plan.

Yeah, but according to Cosmo Duck,

you should

"stop the squawk and try the talk."

Beautiful Duckling says,

"Avoiding closure with your parents

can cause early molting."

- See? CIosure.

- [sighing]

[Abby] Repeat after me.

You, your dad, talk-talk...

[Chicken Little]

Abby, Iisten! Talking's a waste of time.

I got to do something great so my dad

doesn't think I'm such a Ioser.

Come on. You are not a Ioser.

You're inventive and resourceful

and funny and cute and...

What?

[chuckling, stammering]

Yeah... uh, Runt!

Should Chicken Little have a good talk

with his dad and clear the air

or keep searching for Band-Aid solutions

and never deal with the problem?

Band-Aid solutions!

- Runt!

- Well, I'm sorry!

I'm very bad at reading facial cues.

[sighs] Fish, help me out here.

- [muffled yells]

- [water sloshing]

Men.

'Twas beauty that killed the beast.

I guess only girls are good at

honest communication and sensitivity.

[class Iaughing]

That does it!

We were in a time-out, Foxy!

Prepare to hurt.

And I don't mean emotionally, Iike I do.

- [snaps]

- [gasps]

[honks]

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!

- Whoa!

- [class gasping]

[class Iaughing]

- [gasping]

- We will save you!

Fall back! Mad goose!

- [fire alarm ringing]

- [gasping]

[coach] Chicken Little!

[principal] Not showing up for class,

inappropriate school attire,

picking fights in gym class

and the fire alarm?

Ever since that "sky falling" incident,

he's been nothing but trouble!

[sighing] Now Iook, Buck.

You know I have

the utmost respect for you.

I mean, you were Buck "Ace" CIuck,

- our school baseball star.

- [bat hits ball, faintly]

[sighs] But Iet's face the facts.

Your kid, he's nothing Iike you at all.

[Buck] OK.

Thank you for talking to me.

I'II take care of my son.

I... Dad, it wasn't my fault.

- It was Foxy. She's always...

- AII right. It's fine.

You don't have to explain anything.

Uh...

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?!

Sorry, there, buddy! Sorry, sorry.

Baseball? Son, we talked about this.

Yeah, right. But, you know,

that was when I was small.

I put on five ounces this year.

I've really bulked up.

Really, son? Baseball. Are you sure?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean,

you know, hey, why not, right?

- Yeah, why not, but why?

- Well, Dad,

you were such a big

baseball star in high school.

You could give me some pointers.

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.

- No.

- Wanna stop? We'II get some stamps.

- I don't Iike stamps.

- Colors, colorful things...

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]

- [sighing]

Dad... Um, I'm kidding.

That was a... that was a joke.

- [chuckles]

- [chuckles]

Just do me one favor, son.

Why, sure, Dad. Anything.

Just please try not

to get your hopes too high.

Yeah, but Dad, I mean, I...

I mean, I think I can...

[grunts, Iaughs]

I...

[stammering]

OK, Dad.

[Five for Fighting: All I Know]

[sighing]

Oh, Chloe. If only you were here.

You'd know what to do.

[Iaughter]

- That's my boy!

- Gee, thanks, Dad!

Come on. AII I need is a chance.

- [bat cracks]

- [crowd cheering]

[Patti LaBelle

and Joss Stone: Stir It Up]

Lean to the left

Lean to the right

C'mon Acorns

Fight, fight, fight! Go, Acorns!

[gurgling, screaming]

[announcer] 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.

This excitement isn't about the fun

of baseball, it's not about the prize.

It's about gloating

and rubbing their noses in it,

the "Nah-nah-na-na-na!

We beat you!" taunting, if you will,

- that comes with the winning.

- Yeah!

That's right. Oakey Oaks

and the Honorable Mayor Turkey Lurkey

will finally have bragging rights

again for one full year!

[chuckling, muttering]

But this battle has taken

a heavy toll on our hometown heroes.

After nine grueling innings

and several players out with injuries,

the Acorns are scraping

the bottom of the roster.

Hopefully, there's just enough muscle

on the bench to pull out a win.

Up next... [shuddering] Chicken Little.

- [crowd groaning]

- [crying]

[announcer] CIearly a Iong shot, folks.

Little hasn't been up to bat

once since joining the team.

- He's gonna Iose the game for us!

- [announcer] Wait!

If he can get a walk

and advance to first, that powerhouse

Foxy Loxy can step up and save us all.

She's had a terrific game so far.

A shoo-in for the MVP trophy.

OK, kid, Iisten up.

You have an itty-bitty,

teeny-tiny strike zone.

There's no way he can throw you out!

Take the walk. Don't swing.

- I have a good feeling...

- Look at me. Don't swing.

Take the walk. You hear me?

Just take the walk!

- But, coach, wait!

- Don't swing!

[announcer] Nervous, gangly,

barely able to hold the pine,

Little advances to the box.

He's going to bat from the right.

Make it the Ieft. No, the right.

- The right.

- Easy out!

[announcer] Left field's

found something better to do,

center field's got a hunger pang

in his second stomach

- and right field's digging for grubs.

- PIay ball!

[cheetah] Why him?

Why now? [sobbing]

I won't embarrass you, Dad.

Not this time.

[announcer] Here's the wind-up,

the pitch! It's a high cutter.

- Ball!

- [grunting]

- [gasping]

- [groaning]

Uh... Strike one!

[Iaughing]

I'm not going to sugarcoat it.

I've seen roadkill with faster reflexes.

The catcher Iays down

the signals. Here's the pitch.

Curve ball Iow and outside, he swings!

Stee-rike two!

Ohh!

I said, don't swing!

[crowd] Don't swing!

- No!

- Batter up!

[crowd yelling]

That's two in the hole!

One more strike,

it's a punch out, folks,

and we're all going home.

[whispering] Today is a new day.

[slow-motion] Don't swing!

- [gasping]

- [gasping]

Well, take away my squeaky toy!

It's a hit!

- A hit?

- A hit?

[crowd] A hit?

[announcer] The batter

is unbelievably at home plate.

He's standing in a daze. Run, kid, run!

Go, son! Run! Run!

[crowd yelling]

Run!

[announcer] There he goes,

the wrong way.

- Wait, wait, wait!

- No, no! Not that way!

- Run the other way!

- Turn around!

[announcer] He's turned!

I've never said these words before,

but he's actually

rounding home plate!

- Goosey steps on home...

- [Chicken Little] A new day!

[announcer] A tie game!

They're scrambling in the alley.

Looks Iike Rodriguez has it.

Nope, it's the center fielder!

Mayhem in the outfield,

as Rodriguez is fired to second.

[blubbering]

Catch is complete, but where's the ball?

Little touches the bag

and keeps going. A hunt for the rock.

The fielders are having trouble.

Commotion out there!

- It's stuck! It's stuck!

- Tip the cow!

[announcer] It's the old

tip-the-cow play.

He heads for the hot corner,

a stand-up triple!

- Yes!

- [announcer] Hold up! No!

He's going for the whole enchilada!

The ball of wax, kit and caboodle!

Go back! You're never gonna make it!

- [mooing]

- [announcer] Tries to Iighten his Ioad!

The outfield behind,

Little's on all cylinders!

He slides for the dish!

It's going to be

a photo finish at home!

[gasping]

[coughing]

[bellows]

[umpire] You're out!

[gasping]

[bubbling]

[announcer] Oh, folks.

Folks, what a heartbreaker.

- [umpire] Wait!

- [announcer] Wait!

Wait a cotton-picking second.

Hold your horses, here,

and horses hold your breath.

This might not be over. He...

He's...

Safe! The runner is safe!

[announcer] It's all over, folks!

The Acorns have done the impossible!

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!

That was just a Iucky 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!

[gurgling]

[Abby] Yeah!

- [Abby] Yeah!

- [Runt] Yeah!

Yes, yes, yes! We won! We won!

That's my boy out there!

That's my boy!

[imitating guitar riff]

- [car alarms blaring]

- Yow!

- [knock on door]

- Here's the wind-up and the pitch!

- A knuckleball!

- He swings!

- Crack!

- It's going.

- He rounds first, to second!

- Hits high off the wall!

He flies past third

and heads for the plate!

It's a scramble for the ball!

It's gonna be close!

- He is safe!

- [both cheering]

- The mighty Acorns win!

- Yes! Acorns win!

The mighty Acorns win!

- Yeah!

- [whooping]

- [Iaughing]

- [chuckling]

- [sighing]

- [yawning]

Jeez, you know,

I guess that puts the whole

"sky is falling" incident

behind us once and for all. Hey, kiddo?

You bet, Dad.

I... [clears throat]

Unless you think we need... closure?

CIosure? What's to close here?

Unless you think we need to close...

- Not me.

- It's closed!

- I agree. Vacuum sealed.

- Shut tight!

OK, great, Dad. You... CIosure, I dunno.

AII right. Enough fun.

Good talk. Good talk, son.

[straining]

- Here, I'II give you a push.

- Rock me a Iittle. Help me.

- OK.

- OK, I'm up.

Hey.

Good night, Ace.

[clicks tongue]

Here's the wind-up... and the pitch!

Whoo-hoo!

[cheering, Iaughing]

[sighs]

Thanks.

Thanks for the chance.

[whirring]

[gasping]

[grunting]

Oh...

[gasping]

[whimpering]

[Chicken Little] No!

A piece of the sky?!

Shaped Iike a stop sign?! Not again!

[Buck] Hey! Son!

You all right? I'm coming!

I'm coming! I'm comin' upstairs!

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

You sure? I thought I heard you yell.

No.

Uh, I, uh...

I fell out of bed.

[Buck] Huh?

- How'd you get over there?

- Over where?

- There. There!

- Where?

How'd you get over there?

Who're we talking about?

Never mind. What's the difference?

Look, the past is behind us, right?

- Mmm.

- Tomorrow's gonna be a new day.

[chuckling]

[gasping] PIease be gone,

please be gone, please be gone...

[gasping]

[gasping]

Good.

- [humming]

- Ah!

[panting]

[shuddering]

No.

[humming]

[gasping]

- [grunting]

- [humming]

[humming]

No.

I gotta call Abby!

[Wannabe]

- [Abby] Uh-huh.

- [Runt] Uh-huh.

[telephone ringing]

Hello! Mallard residence.

Runt! Quiet!

I'm on the phone!

Runt!

Oh...

[clapping, gurgling]

Hey! Where are you?

- We already started. We were...

- [Chicken Little] It opened up!

What?!

[Chicken Little] AII right, guys.

Watch this.

- Bizarre.

- [Runt whimpering]

OK. Lemme guess.

You haven't told your dad yet.

- Well...

- I knew it!

Why haven't you told him?

There hasn't been

- "you, your dad, talk-talk-talking."

- There was talking.

- There was definitely talking.

- Really? What did he say?

Uh...

[mumbles gibberish]

What?

AII right, that's it.

We are doing an intervention!

You have got to stop messing around

and deal with the problem!

- She's right!

- Abby, please.

This is exactly what

fell on me the first time.

There's no way I'm

bringing this up again.

- No, he's not.

- Runt!

Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper.

OK. I'm sure there's

a simple, Iogical explanation.

I mean, it could be

a piece of weather balloon,

or maybe it's part of some

experimental communications satellite.

I don't care. I want it

out of my Iife, gone for good.

Everything back to normal.

Hey, remember when

that icy blue stuff fell from the sky?

Everybody thought it was

from space and stuff?

And it just turned out to be

frozen pee from a jet airplane.

Yeah, that's right. It's frozen pee.

Yeah. It's frozen pee.

Pee, pee, pee, pee pee.

- Could you stop saying that?

- What? Pee?

- Pee.

- Tinkle?

- Piddle? Wee-wee?

- Whiz?

OK, subject change.

- Make pishee?

- I don't care what it is!

- [humming]

- [gurgling]

[Chicken Little] Are you gonna

help me get rid of it or not?

- [humming, beeping]

- [gurgling]

- [humming]

- [explosion]

- [electric humming]

- [gurgling]

FIying Fish! Take cover!

Fish!

- No!

- Fish!

- [gasping]

- [gurgling]

- [gasping]

- Aaah!

Come on, come on, come on!

Wait, wait, whoa, son!

Where's the fire here?

Chicken Little has something

to tell you! Tell him. He can handle it.

Who're we talkin' about?

- [sighing]

- Uh...

Gotta go, Dad! Bye!

Ha! You got to be ready

to Iisten to your children,

even if they have nothing to say.

- [Abby] Sit tight, Fish!

- Fish! We will try to save you!

- [panting]

- Yeah!

[grunting]

[grunting, mumbling]

I'm sorry! Wait!

[panting]

- [horn honks]

- Sorry!

- Curb!

- Ay!

[panting]

[all panting]

Fish!

[Runt wheezing, gulping]

[rumbling]

[electrical fizzling]

[winds gusting]

[thunderclap]

[humming]

[screaming]

Abby!

Abby! Wake up!

Come on! Let's get outta here!

[beeping]

[gasping]

[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!

- [gasping] Not yet!

- [tapping]

- [gurgling]

- [howling]

- [burping]

Oh, snap.

[electrical crackling]

[Abby] Fish.

[gulping, muffled burp]

[squeaking]

[gasping]

Hey! What are you doing? Come on!

Fish.

Fish.

Fish.

- Fish.

- [electric buzzing]

- Where are you, Fish?!

- Shh!

I can't handle the pressure!

Go on without me!

- Runt.

- You're just fine.

I'II jeopardize the mission!

Endanger us all!

Throw me overboard

while you still have a chance!

Just Ieave me some ammo, Iittle water,

some chips if you have 'em.

Calm. OK, all right. Listen.

- Where's your bag?

- Everything's OK.

- [Abby] Now breathe.

- [Chicken Little] Breathe.

- No, slowly.

- SIowly.

SIowly.

OK. Now, just do the thing

you do to relax.

Aaah!

- [gurgling]

- [gasping]

[gurgling]

[all] Fish!

[both] Fish! Are you OK?

Did they hurt you? Say something!

Don't tap the glass.

They hate it when you do that.

AII right, Iet's get out of here.

Where's Runt?

[whimpering]

[Runt whimpering]

[all gasp]

We're next.

[squealing]

[Chicken Little] Run!

OK! That's it!

We're running back

to your house. Tell your dad!

OK! You're right, you're right!

[electronic beeping]

[screaming, garbled Ianguage]

[screaming]

- Oh, Runt!

- [screaming]

[Runt] Push! Push! No!

- Runt!

- No! Not pull! Push!

We gotta get outta here

right now! Come on...

No! Come on, you guys! Hu...

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

OK, time out!

So... [Iaughs] have

you been to the mall?

Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy.

I'm sorry.

Tension makes me bloat.

[gasping]

Come on, guys! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

[gasping]

- [whimpering]

- [panting]

[Chicken Little] Look out!

Thanks! Curse these

genetically tiny Iegs!

Ohh! Aah! [burping]

[Runt burping]

[electronic beeping]

[Runt whimpering]

[beeping]

[buzzing]

What's that noise?

[buzzing]

Sorry. Nervous eater.

- [Chicken Little] Run!

- Wait! Fish!

The school bell! We've got to ring

the school bell to warn everyone!

Come on!

[panting]

[Chicken Little] Hurry! Hurry!

[Abby] Go! Go!

- Aaah!

- [panting]

- [rustling]

- [Runt whimpering]

[grunting]

It's Iocked!

[breathless squeal]

They're... they're comin'.

I need a soda.

[gasping]

Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy!

- The corner's wrinkled!

- Why are we doing this?

- Come on, take it, take it!

- [dings]

Yes!

Come on! Work! Work!

Work! You work!

What happened?

I blacked out there for a second.

Ah!

The sky is falling!

The sky is falling!

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!

[electronic beeping]

- [grunting]

- [ringing]

[panting, groaning]

[chuckling] Huh? What?

[stammering] Oh!

[on TV] Now the weather with Riz.

A cold front is moving in so...

The alarm bell has been activated!

Quick! Get a camera crew!

- [bell ringing]

- [crowd chattering]

[electronic beeping]

Chicken Little! You better have

a good explanation for this!

There's, there's... It's a...

You have to... D'oh! Doo wah!

What did he say?

There's... It's a...

You have to... D'oh... Doo wah.

Follow me! Come on!

Hurry! Hurry! AIiens here!

AIiens here!

It's... it's happening again.

Come on! Hurry! Hurry!

Come on. Come on.

You're about to see it!

[humming]

[gasping] Quick! It's taking off!

Come on! If you don't hurry,

you're gonna miss it!

Oh, Iook! A penny!

- Guys!

- Oh, right.

[all yelling]

- [chuckling]

- Hurry! Hurry!

Come on! Quick! It's taking off!

Come on! Hurry up!

PIease! It's right in...

[reporter 1] What are we Iookin' for?

- [reporter 2] I don't know.

- [camera Iens buzzing]

Uh, yeah. OK.

I know this Iooks bad,

but there's an invisible

spaceship right there

with aliens

who are here to invade Earth!

Let me show you. [grunting]

Ooh, bad throw.

OK, Iet me try again.

- [all] Bad throw.

- We all know I don't have a good arm,

but there's these

cloaking panels on the bottom.

They make it disappear. One fell out

of the sky and hit me right on the head.

Oh, it's the acorn thing all over again.

- [Runt] Barbra Streisand stage.

- [Runt's Mom] Runt.

Eh, there's no story here.

At Ieast we can sell the video

to Chickens Gone Wild.

- I'm telling ya, it was here!

- No, wait! There were aliens!

It's true! They had eyes...

They're glowing and then tentacles!

And maps with planets

with X's through them! Aah!

Runt, that's enough!

Don't make Mommy take away

your Streisand collection!

Mom? You Ieave Barbra out of this!

Why can't you keep

that child of yours under control?

What kind of parent are you?

[Chicken Little] I'm telling the truth.

Dad! Dad! I'm not making this up!

You gotta believe me this time.

[exhales]

No, son. I don't.

[chuckling] I can't tell you

how embarrassed I am, folks.

I'm really sorry about this, everyone.

Looks Iike this is just

a big, crazy misunderstanding.

Well, other than the penny,

this whole evening was a wash!

Mr. CIuck, don't take it

so hard. No one blames you.

[gasping, panting]

[sniffling, whimpers]

- [rustling]

- [gasping]

[speaking alien Ianguage]

[panting]

[sputtering]

[speaking alien Ianguage]

[reporter] Reports of panic

and mayhem are pouring in

after yet another Chicken Little

incident last night.

In one instance, a family

of lemmings was sent running in fear,

but unable to find a cliff, they

instead began throwing themselves

[phone rings]

- from the nearest park bench.

- Hello? I'm sorry.

Hello? I apologize.

Hello? Give me a break!

What? You were trampled?

That's terrible.

I thought rabbits' feet

were supposed to be Iucky.

- [on computer] You have hate mail.

- Sorry. That wasn't very funny.

- [computer] You have more hate mail.

- Hi. What are you saying, sir?

Your hate mail box is full.

Oh, yes. I do see the skywriting there.

Thank goodness the cloud

blocked the Iast Ietter. Hello?

- Hey! Watch your mouth. Yeah?

- [woman speaking on phone]

Oh, yeah? Well,

I'd Iike to see you try.

OK, I Iove you too, Mom. Bye.

- [phone rings]

- Hello? Really. Well...

[sighs]

[rustling]

[rustling]

If there was ever a time

to talk to your dad...

...it's now.

[sighs]

It's too Iate for that.

[Runt sobbing]

It's too Iate, baby, now it's too Iate.

[sobbing] Though they

really did try to make it.

- Runt.

- [sobbing]

Just think about it.

Something inside has died

and they just can't hide

and they just can't fake it. Oh, no, no.

[alien sniffling]

Runt, I really just want

to be alone right now.

[sputtering]

[sobbing]

- [screaming]

- Oh! Abby! Runt! Fish!

Look! There!

Look there! Look there!

- What is that thing?!

- Look at that!

[all screaming]

- [gurgles]

- [screaming stops]

- [gurgling]

- [gibberish]

- His name is Kirby?

- They Ieft him behind?

Darth Vader is Luke's father?

[Kirby sniffling]

No, don't...

Come on, come on, don't cry.

We're here for you. We're gonna do

whatever it takes to get you back home.

- Here, blow.

- [horn honks]

OK. [chuckling]

[stammering]

See, guys? He's cool.

He was just freaked out. That's all.

Ah-choo!

- [speaks alien Ianguage]

- [rumbling]

- [speaks alien Ianguage]

- [rumbling]

[cracking]

- [cracking]

- [electrical crackling]

[tires screeching]

[humming]

Whoa.

Run!

[screaming]

[Kirby gasping]

[speaking alien Ianguage]

- Those are your parents?

- [Fish gurgling]

And they brought the galactic armada?

[Kirby speaking alien Ianguage]

- Watch out for the kid! Don't hit him!

- There you are. Get in the car.

- I gotta tell you something.

- What?

I know, I know! You were right!

AIien invasion. I see that now.

Look up! There it is!

Dad, you know, about that...

[chuckling]

- It's actually a rescue mission.

- Rescue mission?

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?

What?!

Ugh!

Forget it.

You wouldn't believe me anyway.

Son!

Son, come back! Son! Chicken Little!

Mr. CIuck! Wait! He's telling the truth!

He is! [gasping]

Given his track record, we understand

why you don't believe him!

[R.E.M.: It's The End

Of The World As We Know It]

[speaking alien Ianguage]

[alarm buzzing]

[zapping]

[screaming]

Watch out for the kid! No! Don't!

Don't hit him! Don't hit... Look out!

[gasping]

- [gasping]

- [horn honking]

- [grunting]

- [sputtering]

Whew!

- [Buck] Chicken Little!

- [screaming]

What? Where's your head?

We gotta get outta here!

Come on! Come...

- You, with the running and the jumping!

- Dad. No, wait.

What are you guys doing?

We gotta get outta here!

It's Iike War of the Worlds out there!

- Stop pulling!

- Just Iisten to me for one second!

- It's not dangerous!

- We are under attack!

Will you two stop messing around

and deal with the problem?

[panting]

- You're never there for me!

- What?

OK, that's not

what I had in mind, but...

You're never there for me. I mean,

you were when I won the game,

but not when I thought the sky fell.

And not at the ball field and not now!

This is good! Keep going. Keep going!

You've been ashamed

since the acorn thing.

We have to talk because

Modern Mallard says avoiding closure

can Iead to molting. I'm already small

and I don't think

I could handle being bald!

I...

I... I didn't...

...realize, son.

I-I never meant to...

The acorn, the sky, I mean, the whole...

[sighs]

You're right. You're right.

[sighing, chuckling]

Y... Your mom, she was...

You know, she was always good

with stuff Iike this.

[sighing]

Me... [chuckles]

...I'm gonna need a Iot of work.

[Buck sighs]

But you need to know that I Iove you,

no matter what.

And I'm sorry I...

And I'm sorry if I ever made

you feel Iike that was something...

...you had to earn.

- [screaming]

- [Turkey Lurkey] Run for your lives!

- [chuckling]

- [rumbling]

Uh... uh...

[stammering]

And we're good. Let's go. Let's go.

OK, Dad.

AII we gotta do

is return helpless Iittle Kirby.

[squeaks]

[Iaughing]

Return this whatever it is?

This is crazy! Crazy!

Crazy wonderful!

Just tell me what you need me to do.

- Do you really mean it?

- You bet! Anything, son.

Come on, Dad.

We've got a planet to save!

Crazy supportive. That's me! Ohh!

This thing Iikes to nibble,

doesn't it? [chuckling]

By the way, I'd Iike to say I've

always found you extremely attractive!

[chuckling] Now that's closure.

[screaming]

Wait! Wait! What's goin' on?!

[chuckling]

[gasping]

Oh, they've given her

an alien mind-wipe!

Aaah!

OK, son. What do we do now?

Uh, OK. This is a piece of cake, Dad.

AII we have to do is take the kid down

the street to the giant metal alien.

- [tires screeching]

- [horn honking]

We surrender! Here!

Take the key to the city!

- [zapping]

- Key to my car?

- [zapping]

- Tic Tac?

- [zapping]

- [gasping]

- [Kirby babbling]

- Forget plan A!

[Kirby squeaking]

- [electronic beeping]

- Uh-oh.

[buzzing]

- [zapping]

- [sirens wailing]

OK, OK, what now, son?

Who, by the way, I support 1 00 percent.

- Uh, plan B?

- Ha-ha! Of course! PIan B!

- What is plan B?

- [Kirby jabbering]

What? You have to go

to the bathroom? You want juice?

A snack? Corn dog on a stick?

Want to play some golf?

What do you want?!

I stink at this. I'm a horrible father.

- [Kirby speaks alien Ianguage]

- No, no, I am.

Poo-tee-tah.

Oh. Is that your parents?

Pooteetah, pooteetah. [sputtering]

That's it, Dad! PIan B!

AII we have to do is weave

through traffic through town square

while avoiding death rays

from alien robots.

We get to Town Hall,

climb up to the roof

and give the kid back to its parents.

- [girl screaming]

- [crashing]

Yeah!

Charge!

[zapping]

Wow! [jabbering]

[zapping]

[electronic droning]

[zapping]

- [clanging]

- [Buck] A-ha!

Now that's what I call

takin' out the trash!

[rumbling]

[gasping]

- OK, son. Now what?

- [siren wails]

Fire truck!

- [siren wailing]

- [Iaughing]

[both] PIan C!

[gurgling]

Runt, no! Turn around!

- Go back to Town Hall!

- But they'II vaporize us!

[gurgling]

- You want me to do what?

- Runt, just do it! It'II work!

[Chicken Little] We'II survive!

I will survive?

Brake, Abby!

- [I Will Survive]

- OK.

- FIoor it!

- [giggles] Boink.

[zapping]

Deploy Iadder, Fish!

[ringing]

- [Buck] PIan D.

- [Kirby] PIan D!

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

[panting] Thighs hurting.

Drumsticks burning.

But Ioving you! [groaning]

Full support!

[Kirby squeaks]

[grunting]

I can't get out! Come back, son!

We can't go out this way!

It's dangerous.

- No, Dad, I can do this!

- It's too dangerous.

I can do this. I can.

You gotta believe me this time.

I...

I do, son.

OK, hang on tight.

- Yes!

- Here's your kid! Look over here!

Here's your kid!

He's OK!

- [jabbering]

- [electronic droning]

[Chicken Little] He's all right!

Stop the invasion!

Son! Son!

Aaaah!

[chuckling]

- I'm here, son!

- Dad! Look out!

Get away from my boy! Get away!

- [both] The mighty Acorns...

- [zapping]

[both yelling]

- [sucking]

- [gasping]

[gasping]

Tic Tac?

Why did you take our child?

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!

Silence! [echoing]

Release the child!

- OK.

- OK, OK.

[sputtering]

Sweetheart! Oh, Kirby,

I'm so happy to see you! My darling!

- [sighs] That was close.

- At Ieast they're back together.

They got their kid.

You have violated

intergalactic Iaw 9021 0!

A charge punishable

by immediate particle disintegration!

Oh, snap.

[jabbering]

- Hmm? What's that?

- [jabbering]

Hmm. I...

I don't quite...

Melvin, honey?

He's saying they're telling the truth.

It was just a misunderstanding.

[Kirby jabbering]

Well, then. This is awkward.

- Yes, it is.

- I suppose I should...

- Put the big guns away?

- Yes, yes.

- Now put them down.

- Of course.

- And turn off your big voice.

- But I don't...

- Turn it off.

- But...

But I don't get to use

the big voice very often!

Melvin.

Yes, dear.

Hi. Uh, anyone want

to try the big voice?

[Melvin Iaughing] Again,

I cannot tell you how sorry we are

for this whole misunderstanding.

Oh, dear goodness.

We are so very sorry.

We are. And if it hadn't

been for your son there,

well, we might have

vaporized the whole planet.

- What?

- [gasping]

Goodness! What a shame

that would have been.

Where else would we pick our acorns?

- We stop on the way to the in-Iaws.

- Every year.

Looked on all the other planets.

You only find them on Earth.

Just as it says here

on your primitive graphic display.

- That caught our eyes.

- [police siren]

OK, everything's been

put back to normal,

except for this one, over here.

- Hi, y'all!

- [gasping]

Foxy?

She got her brainwaves

scrambled during reconstitution.

No worries! We can put

her back the way she was.

No! She's perfect.

- Scary.

- Whoops!

Darling! Look at the time!

We better get a move on.

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.

[sighs] There goes that panel again.

Every year we come,

this thing falls off.

Someday it's going

to hit somebody on the head.

- [gasping]

- Nonsense!

You can't return the panel.

- Now that's ridiculous.

- You threw away the receipt again.

[echoing] Silence!

Melvin, did you just try

and use the big voice on me?

[Melvin] Um... uh...

Who we talkin' about?

So I'd Iike to see the movie

they make about you now.

I just hope they stay true

to what really happened.

Oh, son, these people

are from Hollywood!

One thing they'II never do

is mess with a good story.

[alarm buzzing]

Red alert!

Man your battle stations!

Status report, Mr. Fish.

Commander Little,

the evil Foxloxian Army

has broken through

the planet's atmosphere.

[gasps] But that means...

Yes, I know. The sky... is falling.

Commander Little! No!

PIease... call me...

...Ace.

Oh, Ace! No!

I never intended to

bring you into this... Abby.

- Runt, do you copy?

- Yes, commander?

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?

Ain't no mountain high enough,

ain't no valley Iow...

[Diana Ross:

Ain't No Mountain High Enough]

[Little] Raise your pork shield,

Runt. Prepare to engage.

[Little] Stay on target. Stay on target!

Give 'em a taste

of the other white meat!

- [Runt] Cap'n! Look out!

- [audience gasps]

[Little] Runt!

Runt, are you all right?

[Runt] No, no. Ya gotta

go on without me, commander.

[panting]

Just leave me some ammo, a little water,

some chips if you have 'em.

- This is amazingly accurate.

- [gurgles]

[Commander Little crying]

He was my good friend.

Oh, Abby.

At least I still have you... Abby.

- [Abby] Ace!

- [Little] Abby.

- Ace!

- Abby.

Ace!

Good people of Oakey Oaks.

Though at times it may feel

like the sky is falling around you,

never give up.

For every day... is a new day!

[crowd] A new day!

Oh, Ace!

[whistling]

[cheering]

- [cheering]

- [applause]

[Don't Go Breaking My Heart]

[gurgling in tune]

Baa.

Baa.

[panting]

You got to act quickly, Dad. Try this.

There you go!

There it is!

- [Kirby, Morkubine beatboxing]

- I'm having fun now!

That was great!

Let's sing it again!