Chicken Run

Chicken Run is a 2000 British clay animation film produced by DreamWorks Animation, Aardman and Pathé and distributed by DreamWorks Pictures, This is a story about a band of chickens who seek escape from their coop before their owners, mild-mannered egg farmer Mr. Tweedy and his overbearing wife, make them all into chicken pot pies. Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget was a sequel in 2023. Directed and written by Peter Lord and Nick Park. Music by Harry Gregson-Williams and John Powell. This Ain't No Chick Flick! taglines thumb|"Let's face the facts, ducks. The chances of us getting out of here are 1,000,000 to 1.""Then there's still a chance." thumb|"You hear that? That's the open road calling my name, and I was born to answer that call. Bye!""He must have very good hearing." thumb|"MRS. TWEEDY! THE CHICKENS ARE REVOLTING!""Finally, something we agree on." thumb|"You mean you never actually flew the plane?""Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of complex aircraft!" thumb|"You have to fly it. You're always talking about back in your day. Well, today is your day!" Dialogue [Mr. Willard Tweedy walks with the dogs by a flashlight, then shakes a lock, then continues walking with the dogs. A hen named Ginger has just dug a hole with a spoon to get under the fence. She signals Bunty, Babs, and three other chickens to come over to the fence. But they make a loud noise once they come to the fence] Bunty: [loud whispering] Shush! Babs: [whimpers] [Bunty tries to get under the fence. But she is too big. Willard Tweedy hears this and turns around.] Bunty: I'm stuck! [Ginger rolls her eyes and goes to help Bunty get under the fence. But Edwina, Babs and the other chickens are making too much noise trying to push Bunty under. Once Ginger arrives to the rescue, she puts her wing over Bunty's beak so that Willard Tweedy doesn't hear her. Unfortunately, the noise of Edwina, Babs, and the other chickens trying to push her under the fence attracts the attention of the dogs. Ginger hears the dogs and sees Willard Tweedy trying to hold them back] Ginger: Get back! [They all pull her out of the fence, with Ginger pushing, and then lie down. Ginger runs away from the dog, followed by Mr. Tweedy. The dog continues running at Ginger, then another dog runs at her, chasing her by the door. The dogs walk up the stairs and then touch a gnome. The dogs walk up. Ginger she grabs a garden gnome to fend them off. The dog bites the gnome's head off. Then suddenly the doors open. The dogs cower. Ginger spins around to find Melisha Tweedy, Mr. Tweedy's wife, her face icy and expressionless] Melisha Tweedy: [her first words] Mr. Tweedy. Willard Tweedy: Eh? Melisha Tweedy: What is that chicken doing outside the fence? Willard Tweedy: [his first words] Oh. [giggles] I don't know, love. Melisha Tweedy: Just deal with it. Now! [Melisha slams the door. She goes back to bed. Willard cowers and carries Ginger to an old coal bin near the side of the barn] Willard Tweedy: [to Ginger] I'll teach you to make a fool out of me. [He throws Ginger inside, then closes the top and turns to the other chickens] Now let that be a lesson to the lot of you! NO CHICKEN ESCAPES (clenches his right fist) FROM (with point) TWEEDY'S FARM! [He walks away & ready for bed] [Edwina has been sentenced to the chop after she fails to produce any more.] Ginger: Oh no. Edwina. Bunty, why didn't you give her some of yours? Bunty: I would have. She didn't tell me. She didn't tell anyone. [Bunty, Babs and another hen sneak towards Hut 17 with knitted masks over them. Bunty bangs the door, and Ginger lets them in when she sees who it is, except for Babs, who stands there. Ginger then pulls Babs in by her wing] Babs: Ohh! [Nick bangs the door, and Ginger looks to see who it is.] Nick: You called? Nick and-- Fetcher: Fetcher. Nick: At your service. [Ginger comes out the door. Suddenly, she hears dogs barking and sees Mr Tweedy looking out the farmhouse window] Ginger: Over here! [She leads Nick and Fetcher to a corner.] Ginger: We need some more things. Nick: Right you are, Miss! [opens a lunchbox and holds up a couple of thimbles] How about this quality, hand-crafted tea set? Ginger: Um, no... Fetcher: [holds up a drain plug on a chain] Or this lovely necklace and pendant? Ginger: Well, it's lovely... Nick: [holds up a badminton birdie] Or how about this little number that's all the rage in the most fashionable coops in Paris. Simply pop it on like so... [pops it on Ginger's head, feathers side up so that she looks like an Indian] And as the French hens say, "Voilà!" Fetcher: That IS French. Nick: And that's two hats in one, Miss. For parties... [turns the birdie over, making it look like a wedding veil] ...For weddings! Uh, madame! This makes you look like a vision, like a dream. Fetcher: Like a duck! [Nick glares at him] Ginger: No, thank you. [takes off the birdie and shows a diagram of a catapult] We're making this. We need these things. Can you get them? Nick: Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh, this is a big job, Miss. Uh, bigger than the other ones. No, no, this is gonna cost. Ginger: Same as always: one bag of seed. [hands Nick a bag of chicken feed] Nick: You call this pay?! Fetcher: It's chicken feed! Ginger: What else could we give you? Nick: Eggs. Ginger: Eggs?! Fetcher: Eggs. [holds up an egg cup and licks his lips] Ginger: We can't give you our eggs. They're too valuable. Nick: And so are we. [packs up to leave] After you, Fetcher. Fetcher: [pausely] After I what? Nick: Move! [Mr. Tweedy squints out the window and puts a pair of binoculars to his eyes. Continues to stare as he absently chews on a chicken drumstick. Past a half-eaten chicken carcass (most likely the remains of Edwina) on the dinner table to Mrs. Tweedy, seated at her corner desk, feverishly entering numbers on her hand-cranked adding machine.] Melisha Tweedy: [muttering under her breath] Fourteen shillings and threepence..seven and sixpence...two and nine...fourpence ha‘penny... DOH! [crumpling her paper] Stupid, worthless creatures. I'm sick and tired of making miniscule profits. [She glances down at the pile of mail on her desk. Beneath the pile, we see the top of a magazine. Mrs. Tweedy slowly slides the pile of mail away to reveal the rest of the magazine. Mrs. Tweedys eyes glimmer as she eyes the magazine and slowly lifts it to her face.] Willard Tweedy: Oh, yes. Those chickens are up to something. Melisha Tweedy: Quiet. I’m onto something. Willard Tweedy: They're organized. I know it. Melisha Tweedy: I said quiet. Willard Tweedy: [whispering] That ginger one - I reckon she's their leader. Melisha Tweedy: [She slams her fist down on the desk] Mr. Tweedy! Willard Tweedy: Ah! Melisha Tweedy: I may finally have found a way to make us some real money around here, and what are you on about? Ridiculous notions of escaping chickens. Willard Tweedy: B-b-but... Melisha Tweedy: It’s all in your head, Mr. Tweedy. Say it! Willard Tweedy: It’s all in me head, it’s all in me head... Melisha Tweedy: Now, you keep telling yourself that because I don’t want to hear another word about it. Is that clear? Willard Tweedy: Yes, luv. [on second thought] But you know that ginger one. Melisha Tweedy: THEY'RE CHICKENS, YOU DOLT! Apart from you, they're the most stupid creatures on this planet! They don't plot, they don't scheme, and they are not ORGANIZED!! [cut to Ginger, slamming the gavel three times] Ginger: [on microphone] Order! Order! Quiet, everyone! Settle down! I would like to order... Please, if you could just settle-- Fowler: Quiet here! [banging on the table] Let's have some discipline in the ranks! What, what! Ginger: Thank you, Fowler. Fowler: In my R.A.F days, we were never allowed to waste time on unnecessary chitchat. Ginger: Yes, thank you, Fowler. Fowler: I... [pause] Right! [chuckling, clears throat, and saluting] Carry on. Ginger: Now, our last escape attempt was a bit of a fiasco. But Mac and I have come up with a brand new plan. Show ‘em, Mac. Mac: Right. We’ve tried going under the wire and that didnae work. So, the plan is -- we go over it. This is us, right? [putting a turnip in the catapult] We get in like this- wind ‘er up and let ‘er go! [The turnip flies past Fowler and splats against the wall above his head. The chickens gasp and murmur.] Fowler: Good grief! The turnip's bought it! Ginger: Think everyone, think. What haven't we tried yet? Babs: Uh... Bunty: We haven't tried NOT trying to escape. Babs: [happily] Hmm. That might work. Ginger: What about Edwina? How many more empty nests will it take? Bunty: Well, perhaps it wouldn't be empty if she'd spent more time laying and less time escaping! Ginger: So laying eggs all your life and then getting plucked, stuffed and roasted is good enough for you; it is guilty? Babs: It's a living. Ginger: Do you know what the problem is? The fences aren't just around the farm; they're up here [Points to head]. There is a better place out there, beyond on the hill, outdoors, trees and grass. You imagine it. Cool grass green. Chicken: And who feeds us? Ginger: We feed ourselves. Chicken: Where is the farm? Ginger: There is no farm. Babs: Then where does the farmer live? Ginger: There is no farmer, Babs. Babs: Is he on holiday? Ginger: He isn't anywhere! Don't you get it? There's no morning head count, no farmers, no dogs, no coops and locks and keys, and no fences! Bunty: In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic... LOAD OF TRIPE. [The chickens start murmuring] Let's face the facts, ducks. The chances of US getting out of HERE are 1,000,000 (Million) to 1. Ginger: Then there's still a chance. [After everyone is yelling] Rocky: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Let's back up and start from the top. Where am I? Ginger: Uh, you're right, how rude of us. We're just very exci– [clears throat] This is a chicken farm. Babs: And we're the chickens. [winks] Rocky: Ah, I'm with you so far. Chicken farm, chickens… Fowler: [about Rocky] I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together. Ginger: Fowler, please! Fowler: And he's a yank! Rocky: Easy, pops. Cockfighting's illegal where I come from. Bunty: And where is that, exactly? Rocky: Ah, just a little place I call The Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave. Mac: Scotland! Rocky: No! America! Chickens: Oooh! America! Fowler: Poppycock! Pushy Americans, always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here! [exits Hut 17] Rocky: Hey, what's eatin' Grandpa? Ginger: Uh, don't mind him, mister… Mister…? Rocky: The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. "Rhodes" for short. Agnes: "Rocky Rhodes"? Rocky: Catchy, ain't it? Ginger: Um, Mr. Rhodes, is this you? Rocky: Uh... who wants to know? Ginger: A group of rather desperate chickens. You see, if it IS you, then you just might be the answer to our prayers. [Rocky nervously looks at the chickens, who giggle anxiously] Rocky: Well, then, call me a miracle, doll face, 'cause that's me. Chickens: Oooh! Ginger: [Off-screen] And what brings you to England, Mr. Rhodes? Rocky: Why, all the beautiful English chicks, of course. [Ginger makes a speech to the hens with Rocky behind her] Ginger: I knew it was possible. Rocky: Oh, it's possible, alright. Ginger: I knew the answer would come. Rocky: Amen! Ginger: We're all going to FLY over that fence, and Mr Rhodes is going to show us how, right? Rocky: That's r... W-w-what, did you say "fly"? Ginger: You can teach us. Rocky: No, I can't. [The other hens sigh in despair] Listen. Shh! You hear that? [silence] That's the open road calling my name, and I was born to answer that call. Bye! [dashes out the coop] Babs: ...He must have very good hearing. Ginger: So that's it. You're from the circus. Rocky: [alarmed] Shh! Ginger: You're on the run, aren't you? Rocky: [pulls Ginger behind Hut 17] You wanna keep it down?! I'm trying to lay low here! Ginger: I should turn you in right now! Rocky: You wouldn't… would you? Ginger: Give me one reason why I shouldn't. Rocky: Because I'm… cute? [Ginger stares at him and squawks loudly, he quickly clamps her beak shut] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What kind of crazy chick are you? Do you know what'll happen if he finds me?! Ginger: It's a cruel world. Rocky: I've just decided; I don't like you. Ginger: I've just decided, I don't care. Now show us how to fly. Rocky: With this wing?! Ginger: Teach us, then! Rocky: No! [Ginger squawks again] Melisha Tweedy: [Smiles] He's valuable, you say? Circus Man: Sure. Melisha Tweedy: [to Mr Tweedy] Get the torch. Rocky: [clamps her beak shut again] Now you listen here, sister. I'm not going back to that life! I'm a lone free ranger; emphasis on "free"! Ginger: And that's what we want - freedom! [Rocky notices the Tweedys approaching] Fancy that, they're coming this way. Rocky: Uh, no! Uh, no, they're after me! Ginger: Teach us to fly, and we'll hide you. Rocky: And if I don't...? [Ginger starts to squawk again when Rocky clamps her beak shut this instant she does] Was your father, by any chance, a vulture?! Ginger: Do we have a deal? [Offers her wing to seal the deal. Rocky reluctantly agrees, and Ginger pulls him behind Hut 17] Rocky: Time to make good on that deal, doll– Ginger: [grabs his beak] The name... is Ginger. [knocks on the wall of Hut 17. A hidden door opens, and two chickens grab her and Rocky and take them inside] [Fowler is forced to share his bunk in Hut 1 with Rocky] Fowler: Absolutely outrageous! Asking a senior officer to share his quarters! And with a non-commissioned Yank, no less! Why, back in my day, I'd never... Rocky Rhodes: Hey, you weren't exactly my first choice either. And scoot over! Your wing's on my side of the bunk. Fowler: Your side of the bunk!? The whole bunk is my side of the bunk! Rocky Rhodes: [snapping back] Just... What's that smell? Is that your breath? Fowler: [grumbling] It's absolutely outrageous. Rocky: So, you wanna fly? Well, it ain't gonna be easy, and it ain't gonna happen overnight either. You see, flying takes three things - hard work, perseverance and... hard work. Fowler: You said "hard work" twice! Rocky: That's because it takes twice as much work as perseverance. [licks a feather and shows it to the hens, making all of them except Ginger laugh] Fowler: Codswallop! [muttering] Cocky Yanks think that they know it all... [goes back into Hut 1] Ginger: I thought you were going to teach us how to fly. Rocky: That's what I'm doing. Ginger: [chuckles] Isn't there usually some flapping involved? Rocky: Hey, do I tell you how to lay eggs? Relax. We're making progress. Ginger: Really? I can't help feeling we're going round in circles. [points to the chickens, who are indeed, spinning around in circles] Rocky: What the...? Hey! Cut it out! You're making me dizzy! [The chickens stop, and start wobble around uneasily and toppling over] Yeah. I think they're ready to fly now. Ginger: Good, 'cause they certainly can't WALK anymore. [A tire iron wedges into a crate and pries the front off. Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy peer inside.] Willard Tweedy: Oooh, what's all this, then? Melisha Tweedy: [spins a circular saw blade, menacingly] This is our future, Mr. Tweedy. No more wastin’ time with petty egg collection and miniscule profits. Willard Tweedy: No more eggs? But...we've always been egg farmers. Me father, and his father, and all their fathers, they were always... Melisha Tweedy: Poor! Worthless! Nothings! But all that's about to change. [holding up the saw blade] This will take Tweedy’s farm out of the dark ages and into full-scale automated production. [As she clicks a switch. Knives shoot out from the blade in all directions.] Melisha Tweedy will be poor no longer. [shoves the manual into Mr. Tweedy's chest] Willard Tweedy: I'll put it together then, shall I? Nick: We slipped into the farmer's room, all quiet, like... Fetcher: [interrupting] Like a fish! Nick: Yeah, and we- [pauses] Like a FISH? You stupid Norbert. [Bunty dances with Fowler] Nick: [to Fetcher, sobbing] What are you sobbing about, you nancy? Fetcher: Little moments like this, mate. It's what makes the job all worthwhile. [to Nick, putting a red light in] Wanna dance? Nick: Yeah, all right. [The pie machine has been built and Mr and Mrs Tweedy looks at it] Willard Tweedy: Ooh! That's champion, that is. What is it? Melisha Tweedy: It's a pie machine, you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out. Willard Tweedy: Oh! What kind of pies? Melisha Tweedy: [sarcastically] Apple. Willard Tweedy: [excited] My favorite! Melisha Tweedy: [forcefully] Chicken pies, you great lummox! [calmly] Imagine it! In less than a fortnight, every grocer in the county will be stocked with box upon box of "Mrs Tweedy's Homemade Chicken Pies". Willard Tweedy: Just "Missus"? Melisha Tweedy: Woman's touch. Makes the public feel more comfortable. Willard Tweedy: Uh, right. How does it work? [about to pull the gearshift] Melisha Tweedy: [slaps Mr. Tweedy on the hand] Get me a chicken and I'll show you. Willard Tweedy: I know just the one. [He walks out to get Ginger] [The chickens are finding out on a poster that Rocky can't fly.] Mac: Oh, a cannon. Aye, that would give you thrust. Bunty: I knew he was fake all along. In fact, I'm not even certain he was American. Mac: So, what's the next plan, hen? Ginger: [sighs] Let's face it. The only way out of here is wrapped in pastry. Babs: Perhaps he just went on holiday. Bunty: Perhaps he just wanted to get away from your infernal knitting! [angrily snatches Babs' knitting and stamps it in the mud] Mac: You were always the one that was always hitting him. See how you like it! [pushes Bunty] Bunty Don't push me, four eyes! [They start fighting, but Fowler enters.] Fowler: Quiet there! Quiet, I say! Dissension in the ranks. Precisely what Jerry would have wanted. The old divide and conquer. A proper squadron works together, like we did in my R.A.F. days. Jocko at the stick, Flappy at the map, and old Whizzbang at the tail-end Charlie. WingCo would give the call, hop in the old crate, chocks away! Wizard show it was. [shows Bunty his air-force medal] That's how you get medals. Bunty: [enraged] Oh. Will you shut up about your STUPID, BLOOMING MEDALS?!?! [Bunty furiously slaps the air-force medal out of Fowler's hand and it lands in front of Ginger in the mud, the chickens gasp at it.] Fowler: HOW DARE YOU! [angrily hits Bunty with his cane, but then quickly retracts his actions, realising what he's done] Madam, forgive me. A-As an officer, I offer my most- [Bunty punches Fowler, and all the chickens start fighting in the mud. Ginger sees the Air Force medal and picks it up.] Ginger: Fowler. [turns to the chickens fighting in the mud] Everyone! SHUT UP! [All the chickens stop fighting, with Babs holding on the leg by the mouth, long pause] Ginger: [clears throat] Fowler, what exactly is the R.A.F.? Fowler: [pulls his face out of the mud] What do you mean, what is it? [salutes] The Royal Air Force is what! [chuckles] Ginger: Then what's the "old crate"? [Mr. Tweedy, sweating bullets, is once again trying to start the machine.] Willard Tweedy: [under his breath] C'mon. [groans] Please. Ginger: Oh no. He‘s fixed it. [Mr. Tweedy steps away from it, admiring his handiwork as the machine is now fully functioning.] Melisha Tweedy: [enters] Get the chickens. Willard Tweedy: Which ones? Melisha Tweedy: All of them. [switches to max level on the pie machine] [The chickens' plane-building has just been discovered by Mr. Tweedy.] Willard Tweedy: Me tools! Why, you thieving little buggers! Mac: [whispers] What's the plan? [Mr. Tweedy stares down Ginger for a few seconds.] Ginger: ATTACK!! [Cut to close up Mr. Tweedy] Bunty: [as Ginger is doing literally that] Nice plan! [the chickens looks as they drop their tools. Cut to all of them swarming Mr. Tweedy.] Willard Tweedy: [being attacked by the chickens] MRS. TWEEDY! AHH! MRS. TWEEDY, THE CHICKENS ARE REVOLTING! Melisha Tweedy: [sarcastically, not paying attention] Finally, something we agree on. Willard Tweedy: [still being attacked by the chickens] HELP! MRS.-- [muffled, falls down] Ginger: Under the hut! [The chickens shove him underneath a hut.] Ginger: Listen. We'll either die free chickens or die trying. Babs: Are those the only choices? Nick: [aboard the flying machine] The exits are located here and here. In the quite likely event of an emergency, put your head between your knees and- Fetcher: Kiss your bum goodbye! Ginger: Alright, Fowler! Ready for take-off! Fowler: Behind you all the way! Ginger: But... you're supposed to be up there! [points to the cockpit] You're the pilot! Fowler: Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption. Ginger: But... but back in your day. The Royal Air Force. Fowler: 644 Squadron, Poultry Division! We were the mascots. Ginger: You mean you never actually FLEW the plane!? Fowler: Good heavens, no! I'm a CHICKEN! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of complex aircraft! [The chickens hear this and start chattering in a panic.] Hen: We're all gonna die! Ginger: You have to fly it. You're always talking about back in your day. Well, today is your day! Bunty: You can do it, you old sausage. [Fowler pulls himself together, stands and salutes.] Fowler: Wing Commander T.I. Fowler reporting for duty. [The hens cheer; Fowler impatiently talks over them, heading for the cockpit.] Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's get this crate off the ground! Ginger: Fowler, NOW! Fowler: [manipulating levers] Roger! Contact! [Chickens start peddling and the propeller starts spinning, saluting] Cleared for take off! [Three chickens hoist a ramp into place just in front of the fence, then scamper back toward the plane, calling down] Chocks away! Chickens: Chocks away! [The plane lurches forward down the runway.] Fowler: Full throttle. Mac: Full throttle! [pulls a lever] [The wheels bounce along the rocky runway, lifting slightly, then touching back down. On the flying machine.] Fowler: We need more power! Mac: I cannae work miracles, Cap'n! We're giving her all she's got! [The plane continues, wheels bouncing, getting closer and closer to the ramp, picking up speed, when all of a sudden. Willard Tweedy kicks the ramp down.] Willard Tweedy: Gotcha! Fowler: Hard right! [The plane banks a hard right.] Willard Tweedy: Oh, mother! [But the tail knocks him in the head and knocks him to the ground. It’s now heading down the opposite direction on the runway.] Ginger: Turn it around. I'll get the ramp! [Ginger leaps off the plane, runs down the runway to the ramp. She struggles and strains to lift it.] Melisha Tweedy: [coldly] Put the ramp down. [ She swings her axe and it wedged into the ramp] You are going to be a pie! [hears a sound of a trike bell ringing] Huh? Ginger: [hears it too] Huh? [Ginger slaps Rocky] Ginger: THAT'S for leaving. [pulls him close] And THIS is for coming back. [Loud nose occurs, the crate is pulled down slightly and the chickens scream] Fowler: Great Scott! What was that?! Mac: A cling-on cap'n! And the engines can't take it! [Melisha Tweedy snarls Rocky and Ginger gasps] Ginger: Oh my goodness. Babs! Scissors! Babs:[rumages through her handbag, throwing out a knit, a toothbrush, a lipstick, before finding the scissors] Bingo! Ginger: Lower me down. Rocky: But... Ginger... Ginger: Just do it. Fowler: Increase velocity! Babs: What does that mean? Bunty: It means PEDAL YOUR FLIPPIN' GIBLETS OUT!! [Melisha Tweedy she climbs the lights] Ginger: LOWER! Rocky: I'm trying! [Melisha Tweedy she continue climbs the lights] Ginger: [billboard] FOWLER! LOOK OUT! Rocky: GINGER! [She raising her axe. But then Rocky starts firing eggs at Melisha Tweedy] Rocky: FIRE! FIRE! Fetcher: Oh, me eggs. [Ginger loses Babs' scissors] Rocky: MORE AMMO, HURRY! Nick: WE'VE GOT NO MORE EGGS! Rocky: GINGER! LOOK OUT! Melisha Tweedy: [Snarling. Melisha Tweedy breaks the wire with her axe, and seemingly beheads Ginger] Rocky: NOOOOO!!! [after a moment of silence, she ducks and cover Ginger looks up at Melisha Tweedy, completely unharmed] Melisha Tweedy: [Groans. Ginger reveals the severed Christmas lights in front of Melisha Tweedy] HUH?! Ginger: Bye-bye! [Melisha Tweedy screams after her side of the wire is lets go] Fowler: BOMBS AWAY! Melisha Tweedy: [her last words] MR TWEEDY!!! [All the chickens cheer for victory] Rocky: Oh, that was good, that was GOOD! Fowler: The Old Bird bought it! [laughing] Willard Tweedy: Mrs. Tweedy!, Mrs. Tweed-- [He then sees Melisha Tweedy shrieking and flailing in the blocked-up safety valve; inside, Melisha Tweedy sees the boiling gravy rising. As the machine begins malfunctioning, Willard Tweedy slowly backs away while closing the door, and the pie machine explodes in the distance, creating a mushroom cloud of gravy] Rocky and Ginger: WHOA! [Gravy leaks down the door, Willard Tweedy then opens the door to see Melissa Tweedy injured while the two guard dogs are happily licking up the spilt gravy] Willard Tweedy: [his last words] I told you they were organized. [Melisha Tweedy soon begins growling, and before she's about to reprimand him, she lets out a yelp as the now unsupported door falls flat on her.] [The chickens celebrate] Ginger: We did it, everyone. [The chickens continue to celebrate, Mac gives Fowler a big kiss on the cheek, Bunty hugs Babs, Nick tearfully hugs Fetcher, and Ginger grabs Rocky and finally gives him that big kiss. The pedalling chickens stop pedalling.] Fowler: KEEP PEDDLING! We’re not there yet! [The plane rises again and sails off toward the sunset] You can’t see paradise if you don’t pedal! Put your drumsticks into it. [hand-flying the plane through the air] That's what I told them, what what. We were losing altitude, you see, and heading for a fearful prang. Babs:[She push the swing] This is a lovely holiday. I’11l be sad to go back. Mac: Safety is at all times imperative. Now, wind her up and let her go. [Last lines] Nick: 'Ey, 'ey, here's a thought. Why don't we get an egg and start our own chicken farm? That way we'll have all the eggs we could eat. Fetcher: Right. We'll need a chicken then. Nick: No. No, we'll need an egg. You have the egg first. That's where you get the chicken from. Fetcher: No, that's cobblers. If you don't have a chicken, where are you gonna get an egg? Nick: From the chicken that comes from the egg. Fetcher: Yeah, but you have to have an egg to have a chicken. Nick: Yeah, but you gotta get the chicken first to get the egg, and then from the egg, you get the chicken out. Fetcher: Hang on. Let's go over this again. [The screen puts up, "The End", then the credits scene] [Very last lines, the screen puts up, "The End", then the bonus credits scene] Nick: The egg, obviously. Rollin' along happy as Larry, then, crack! Hatches into the first chicken. Fetcher: Yeah, but where'd the egg come from, then? Nick: What do you mean, where'd it come from? Fetcher: Egg comes rollin' along, happy as Larry. It's wonderin', where'd it come from? Without a chicken, you get no egg to come rollin' along. Nick: Well, conversely, without an egg to hatch into the chicken, there will be no chicken to lay the other egg that hatches into the chicken that lays the egg I mentioned in the first place. Fetcher: So we got two eggs now? Nick: No, we're still talking about the very first egg. Fetcher: But what happened to the very first chicken? Nick: He's in the very first egg! Aren't you listenin'? Rocky: Uh, guys. Guys? Tryin' to enjoy paradise over here. Nick: Oh, sorry, guv. Fetcher: Beg your pardon. Nick: Won't happen again. Rocky: Thanks. Nick: Gitface. Fetcher: Pillock. Nick: Thinks he's such a big shot 'cause he's got his name on a poster. These show biz folk are all the same. Fetcher: Yeah, the rats are the stars, carefully. Yeah, they are. Of course they are. Nick: Yeah, yeah, yeah, they are. Of course they are. We do all the work; he gets all the credits. Fetcher: But he does get all the birds. He gets everything. Nick: Yes, he does. Everything. Fetcher: You said it, mate. Nick: I know. Deleted Dialogues [Melisha Tweedy grabs the wire and both Rocky and Ginger walk slowly up to the rear] Ginger: Oh No. SHE'S GRABBED ON! Wally The Rooster: COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO! Taglines This Ain't No Chick Flick! Escape or Die Frying. A Few Good Hen. There's Nothing More Determined Than Poultry With A Plan. She's Poultry In Motion. Feathers Will Fly! The Lone Free Ranger. It's Chicken Impossible. A Chicken Will Rise! The Cluck Stops Here. Run, Don't Walk! Voice cast Julia Sawalha — Ginger the Hen Mel Gibson — Rocky the Rooster Lynn Ferguson — Mac Jane Horrocks — Babs Imelda Staunton — Bunty Benjamin Whitrow — Fowler Phil Daniels — Fetcher Timothy Spall — Nick Tony Haygarth — Willard Tweedy Miranda Richardson — Melisha Tweedy John Sharian — Ringmaster Jo Allen, Lisa Kay and Laura Strachan — Additional Chickens Rolleliste Rocky – Søren Pilmark Ginger – Annette Heick Mac – Jette Sievertsen Babs – Trine Pallesen Mr Tweedy – Per Pallesen Mrs Tweedy – Anne Marie Helger Fowler – John Hahn-Petersen Fetcher – Torben Zeller Nick – Claus Bue Bunty – Ellen Hillingsø I mindre roller Vibeke Dueholm Louise Engell Puk Scharbau Lars Thiesgaard Julian T. Kellermann Helene W. Moe Technical Credits Instruktør – Lars Thiesgaard Oversættelse – Hans Kristian Bang Producer – Svend Christiansen External links 0120630 Chicken Run chicken_run Chicken Run The official site Category:2000 American animated films Category:2000 British animated films Category:Stop-motion animated films Category:British children's animated adventure films Category:American children's animated adventure films Category:British children's animated comedy films Category:American children's animated comedy films Category:Prison films Category:Films about chickens Category:Films about animal rights Category:Chicken Run (franchise) Category:Films about farming