Chicken Little (2005 film)

thumb|Today is a new day. Chicken Little is a 2005 American CGI-animated comic science fiction film produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and loosely based on the fable of the same name. Directed by Mark Dindal. Written by Steve Bencich, Ron J. Friedman, and Ron Anderson. This time, the sky really is falling. (taglines) Chicken Little Run for your lives! Everyone run for cover! SOS! Mayday! Mayday! Code red! Duck and cover! You're all in danger! Oh, no, Dad. It was definitely a piece of the sky! Hey, Dad? I was thinking. Yeah, what if I...? What if...? What if I joined the baseball team? We're next. [Runt squeals in fear and faints] Follow me! Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Aliens here! Aliens here! That's it. Today is a new day. Buck "Ace" Cluck There's been like a little mistake. It was just an acorn that-that hit my son. A little acorn. Son, is this what hit you? Master Runt of the Litter Well, I'm sorry! I'm very bad at reading facial cues. Abigail "Abby" Mallard Hey, hey, hey. No worries, Mr. Woolensworth. Others Firehouse Dog: [coughs] Chicken Little, what is it? What's going on? [Chicken Little: The sky is falling! The sky is falling!] Cougar: [sadly] Why him? Why now? [cries] Mama Runt: [angrily grabs Runt's ear] Runt, that's enough! Don't make Mommy take away from Streisand collection! [pulls Runt out of the scene] [Runt: Mom, you leave Barbra out of this!] Dialogue [first lines] Buck Cluck: [voice over; clears throat] Now, where to begin? [shows a light with magic dust as clicks tongue] How about, Once upon a time? [door slams and cuts to black] How many times have you heard that to begin a story? Let's do something else. [gasps] I got it. I got it. Here we go. Here's how to open a movie. [opening to The Lion King plays briefly, then dies out] No, I don't think so. It sounds familiar, doesn't it to you? [cuts to a Storybook Opening] Oh, no, no, not the book! How many have seen opening the book before? [tires screech] Close the book. [the storybook opening goes into rewind and goes black again] We're not doing that. [storybook closes awkwardly] Here's what we're gonna do. Why don't I just go back to the day things took a turn for the worst. [Text: “Walt Disney Pictures Presents” In a school bell tower, Chicken Little ringing the school to alert everyone in the town of Oakey Oaks that they are in danger] Chicken Little: Run for your lives! Everyone run for cover! SOS! Mayday! Mayday! Code red! Duck and cover! You're all in danger! Rabbit: Ah! [A terrified rabbit mother dragged her many babies out of the stroller while two dogs rush out of the restaurant, one of them digging a bone and burry it to the ground.] Chicken Little: Run for cover! [The scene cuts to all the animals running around the square] Chicken Little: Run for your lives! [A firefighter dog emerges on a fire truck out of the fire house drives down the street] Chicken Little: Emergency! Emergency! [The firefighter dog almost crushes into a car which sends him crashing into trash cans and the ladder on the fire truck caused a poodle's car to break the roof until she hits a fire hydrant which flies up and hits a water tower. It causes the tower to fall and roll through town] Both: Whoa! All: Aaah! [?] Chicken Little: [off-screen] Run for your lives! Female Citizen: Look out! Take cover! [The large sphere on the water tower continues to through the Oakey Oaks and into a movie theater where Raiders of the Lost Ark was playing then rolls up a tree smashing cars until it lands on the statue of Mayor Turkey Lurkey.] Chicken Little: Run for cover! [In all the chaos, the firefighter dog, who is calm enough, stopped the truck and calls out to Chicken Little] Firehouse Dog: [coughs] Chicken Little, what is it? What's going on? Chicken Little: The sky is falling! The sky is falling! Bunny: The sky is falling? Cheetah: Are you crazy? Chicken Little: No, no, no! It's true! Come with me! Buck Cluck: No, son? What? [All of the animals follow Chicken Little to the center of the oak tree] Chicken Little: It happened under the old oak tree! I'm not making this up. I know it's here. [stammering] There's a piece of the sky somewhere, somewhere on the ground. It was shaped just like that! Dog: It looks like a stop sign? Chicken Little: 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 looked like a stop sign. Person: Oh, wait! What's that? Buck Cluck: Son, is this what hit you? All: What? Chicken Little: Oh, no, Dad. It was definitely a piece of the sky! Buck Cluck: Piece of the sky. It's okay, everyone! Chicken Little: Dad, no. Buck Cluck: There's been like a little mistake. It was just an acorn that-that hit my son. A little acorn. Chicken Little: No! Dad, no. Buck Cluck: Quiet, son. This is embarrassing enough already. Reporter #1: Chicken Little! WHAT were you thinking? Reporter #2: Why would you put your town's safety in jeopardy? Reporter #3: How could you mistake a stop sign for an acorn? Chicken Little: But it... a big acorn level fluh. Reporter #1: What did he say? Chicken Little: A big acorn level fluh... Reporter #2: It was a big acorn? Reporter #3: An ape throwing coleslaw? Chicken Little: A big acorn level fluh... Man: Gesundheit! Don Bowwoser: Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish, gibberish of an insane person. Turkey Lurkey: Come on, Buck! Your kid went and scared us all half to death! Buck Cluck: Well, what can I tell you, folks, my son, you know... Kids do crazy stuff. You have kids. It's... Chicken Little: No, Dad. It wasn't an acorn. It was a piece of the sky. Really, it was. You gotta believe me. [One year later...] Buck Cluck: [chuckling] A movie, a movie. They're making 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 website, the commemorative plates. You saw them, right? Chicken Little: Yeah. I saw them. Buck Cluck: Can't eat off 'em, but they're there. Chicken Little: Well, they're not microwave-safe. Buck Cluck: You saw the billboards? Chicken Little: I saw them. [A stork comes by and slams his head at the window, instead of the door. A bull comes out of the store, wipes the window, then goes back inside] Buck Cluck: Ha! There's a bumper sticker. I knew it was only a matter of time. Billboards I could live with. Posters I could even live with. But a bumper sticker. It's like glued on forever. Chicken Little: It doesn't matter. You know why? Because I've got a plan. Buck Cluck: Yeah, about that. Well, remember how I told you it would be better for you to lay low, don't call attention to yourself? Chicken Little: Yes, but I... Buck Cluck: See, it's like a game. Yeah, a game of hide-and-seek, except the goal is never to be found, ever! [stammering] Buck: Great! [chuckles] Now, we've got a plan, right? I'll see ya later! Remember, lay low. [Chicken Little gets off the car] Chicken Little: Yeah, okay. Bye. [He waves goodbye] Puppy: Look, Mama! There's the crazy chicken! Poodle: Yes, it is! Crazy chicken. You're so smart. We don't make eye contact. Bye! [Chicken Little seemed speechless, but then he decided to do something that will fix his wrongdoings] Chicken Little: That's it. Today is a new day. [Barenaked Ladies music playing a song "One Little Slip". The bus stops by. Chicken Little is about to get on board but was trampled by a stampede of students. He picks himself up, gets his glasses on and runs off to chase after the bus. He stops at a level crossing where he climbs to the top using a flower and press the button. He was about to cross but he stepped on some gum. He pulled out a lollypop and sticks it to a car driving by, sending him flying. but however, the gum had taken his shorts on the road and was run over] Animal: How's it going? [He heads his way to school and to get to the window, he used a orange soda bottle to shake it and fizz up to the window, then the cheerleaders scream in terror. Heading to his locker, he grabbed a sheet of math paper and made them into new shorts] Mr. Woolensworth: [clears throat] Very well. Foxy Loxy. Foxy Loxy: Present, pretty, punctual. Mr. Woolensworth: Goosey Loosey. [Goosey honks] Master Runt of the Litter. Runt of the Litter: Present and accounted for, Mr. Woolensworth. [his pencils drops to the floor] Oop! Dropped my pencil. [tries to reach it, but falls] [The kids laugh] Foxy Loxy: Loser! Mr. Woolensworth: Henny Penny. Henny Penny: Here. Mr. Woolensworth: Ducky Lucky. Ducky Lucky: Here. Mr. Woolensworth: Fuzzy Wuzzy. Fuzzy Wuzzy: Here. Mr. Woolensworth: Morkubine Porcupine. Morkubine Porcupine: Yo. Mr. Woolensworth: Fish Out of Water. [Fish makes water sounds, sees, Mr. Woolensworth, pretends to press the button, and slowly dives] Quite. Abby Mallard. Foxy Loxy: [Fake cough] Ugly Duckling! [All the students laugh] Mr. Woolensworth: Class, I will not tolerate rude behavior at the expense of a fellow... Abby Mallard: Hey, hey, hey. No worries, Mr. Woolensworth. Mr. Woolensworth: Yaah! [honking sound effect] You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly– Uh, Abby. Now, where was I? Foxy Loxy: [fake cough] Ugly Duckling! Mr. Woolensworth: Yes, of course. Thank you. [Abby drums on her desk and blows a raspberry] Chicken Little. [Chicken Little's desk is empty] Foxy Loxy: [fake cough] Tardy again! Mr. Woolensworth: Tardy again. [crosses Chicken Little's name off] Hmm. Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. [clears thorat] He. Students: Baa! Mr. Woolensworth: She. Students: Baa! Mr. Woolensworth: They. Students: Baa! Mr. Woolensworth: We. Students: Baa! [Abby and Runt notice Little was not here and shared worried looks. Then they shrugged, figuring that he might come around. At gym class] Coach: [off-screen] Okay, everyone. Listen up! I don't wanna hear any quacks, tweets, oinks, whinnies or cocklee-doodle-doos when I say dodgeball. [Foxy cheers, but the other trio seemed quite disappointed] Runt of the Litter: Oh, man. Foxy Loxy: Pump it up! Pump it, pump it, pump it! Coach: Split into two teams. Popular versus unpopular. Runt of the Litter: Coach? Coach: Yeah, unpopular? Runt of the Litter: Shouldn't we review safety guidelines? Coach: Sure! Hit the pig, kids! Runt of the Litter: Aaah! [screaming] Look out! Abby Mallard: Calm down, Runt! Just do what Fish is doing. [C & C Music Factory: Gonna Make You Sweat] C & C Music Factory: Everybody dance now. Abby Mallard: Tough morning? Chicken Little: I had a run in with my old nemesis. Abby Mallard: Gum on the crosswalk? Chicken Little: He won this round. Abby Mallard: Your old foe. Chicken Little: Mmm-hmm. Abby Mallard: Incoming on your right. Chicken Little: Thank you. Abby Mallard: Yeah I heard about the movie tough great. [During a timeout at gym class] Chicken Little: So, what do you think? Abby Mallard: Okay, listen. Look, you said thought the sky was falling. Your dad didn't support you, and you have been hurting inside ever since. Chicken Little: Yeah, but... Abby Mallard: It's hurt. It's the nutshell. Chicken Little: Well, it's hurt, but... Abby Mallard: No, bup bup! Bup! Now what needs to happen now is the nut needs to be cracked open, and not one little chip at a time, but bam! Bits of emotion flying everywhere! Anger! Frustration! Denial! Fear! Deep depression, in fact! You see what I'm saying? [Pause] Runt of the Litter: Uh... Abby Mallard: Alright, forget the nut thing. Here's the main thing. You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem. Here's the real solution: You, your dad, talk-talk-talking, closure. Chicken Little: Closure? Abby Mallard: Closure. Talking about something until it's resolved. Wait. Look. [pulls out some magazines from her backpack] There's a whole section about in this month's Modern Mallard. Incredibly appropriate! Whew! Chicken Little: I told you, I have a plan. Abby Mallard: Yeah, but according to Cosmo Duck, you should stop the squawk and try the talk. And Beautiful Ducking says avoiding closure with your parents can cause early molting. See? Closure. [as they're talking, Fish Out of Water is building a tower out of her magazines] Just repeat after me. You, your dad, talk-talk... Chicken Little: Abby, Abby, Abby! Listen, talking's a waste of time. I got to do something great so my dad doesn't think I'm such a loser. Abby Mallard: Come on, you're not a loser. You're inventive and resourceful and funny and cute... Chicken Little: What? [Falls from the volleyball] Abby Mallard: Oh, you... [Chuckles nervously] Um... [Smiling broadly] Runt, should Chicken Little have a good talk with his dad and clean the air... [Winks then frowns] ...or keep searching for Band-Aid solutions and never deal with the problem? Runt of the Litter: Pfft! Band-Aid solutions! Abby Mallard: Runt! Runt of the Litter: Well, I'm sorry! I'm very bad at reading facial cues. Abby Mallard: Fish, help me out here. [eyes widen to see Fish has built the Empire State Building out of papers from magazines, and pretends to be King Kong while making paper airplanes, much to her annoyance. Fish pretends to get shot and falls off the building] Men. Runt of the Litter: [as the paper citizen] 'Twas Beauty that killed the Beast. Abby Mallard: I guess only girls are good at honest communication and sensitivity. [gets hit by the volleyball] [Foxy Loxy and the classmates laugh] Chicken Little: That does it! We were in a time-out, Foxy! Prepare to hurt! And I don't mean emotionally like I do! [Goose grabs Little by the comb] Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Whoa! [Chicken Little gets slingshot right at the window. All of the students laugh] Runt of the Litter: We will save you! Fall back! Mad goose! [The trio run away from the goose while Little falls back down. He accidentally activated the sprinklers alarm, causing the kids to scream in panic. The coach comes back in to see what was going on] Coach: [angry] Chicken Little! Principal Fetchit: [from inside his office] 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! [sighs] Now, look, Buck. You know I have the utmost respect for you. I mean you were Buck "Ace" Cluck, our school baseball star! [sighs] But let's face the facts. Your kid, he's nothing like you at all. Buck Cluck: [clears throat] Okay, thank you for talking to me. I'll take care of my son. Chicken Little: Dad, it wasn't my fault. It was Foxy. She's always... Buck Cluck: That's all right. It's fine. You don't have to explain anything. [They drive home] Chicken Little: Uh... Uh, Hey, Dad? I was thinking. Yeah, what if I...? What if...? What if I joined the baseball team? [Almost get hit by another car] Man: Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?! Buck Cluck: 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 Cluck: Really, son? Baseball? Are you sure? Chicken Little: Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, you know, hey, why not, right? Buck Cluck: 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 Cluck: 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! You wanna stop? We'll get some stamps... Chicken Little: No, I don't like stamps. Buck Cluck: Colors, colorful things... Chicken Little: No, I was thinking baseball! I can't wait to see the look on your face when I smash that ball in for a touchdown! Dad, um, I'm kidding. That was a joke. Buck Cluck: Just do me one favor, son. Chicken Little: Why, sure, Dad, anything. Buck Cluck: Just please try not to get your hopes too high. Chicken Little: Yeah, but Dad I mean. Yeah, I mean, I think I can...I...Okay, Dad. [Chicken Little enters the house through his tiny door which Buck entered through the big one. He looked at the picture of his late wife] Buck Cluck: Oh, Chloe. If only you were here. You'd know what to do. [Chicken Little is now on the roof and looked out to see a father dog and his son playing] Dog: That's my boy! Puppy: Gee, thanks, Dad! [Chicken Little looks up at the sky] Chicken Little: Come on. All I need is a chance. [?] Acorn Mascot: Lean to the left. Lean to the right. C'mon Acorns. Fight, fight, fight! Go, Acorns! [?] Don Bowwoser: There's excitement in the air, ladies 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. Crowd: Yeah! Don Bowwoser: That's right. Oakey Oaks and the Honorable Mayor Turkey Lurkey will finally have bragging rights again for one full year! [?] Don Bowwoser: 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. [?] Don Bowwoser: Clearly a long shot, folks. Little hasn't been up to bat once since joining the team. Cougar: He's gonna lose the game for us! Don Bowwoser: 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. Coach: Okay, kid. Listen 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. Chicken Little: Yeah. But, coach. I have a good feeling... Coach: Look. Look at me, look at me. Don't swing, take the walk, you hear me? Just take the walk. Chicken Little: But, coach, wait! Coach: Don't swing! Don Bowwoser: Nervous, gangly, barely able to hold the pine, Little advances to the box. He's going to bat from the right. Make it the left. No, the right. The right. Stork: Easy out! Don Bowwoser: 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. Horse: Play ball! Cougar: [sadly] Why him? Why now? [cries] Chicken Little: I won't embarrass you, Dad. Not this time. Don Bowwoser: Here's the wind-up, the pitch! It's a high cutter. Horse: Ball! [?] Horse: Uh... Strike one! [?] Don Bowwoser: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it; I've seen roadkill with faster reflexes. The catcher lays down the signals. Here's the pitch, urve ball low and outside, he swings! Horse: Stee-rike two! Turkey Lurkey: Ohh! Coach: I said, don't swing! Crowd: Don't swing! Morkubine Porcupine: No! Horse: Batter up! [Angry, Little fixes his helmet and then prepares to swing the bat again] Don Bowwoser: That's two in the hole! One more strike, it's a punch out, folks, and we're all going home. Chicken Little: [whispering] Today is a new day. [The stork tosses the ball] Coach: [slow-motion] Don't swing! [Little braced himself and then he smacked the ball, making him fall] Don Bowwoser: Well, take away my squeaky toy! It's a hit! Turkey Lurkey: A hit? Coach: A hit? Chicken Little: A hit? Crowd: A hit? Don Bowwoser: The batter is unbelievably at home plate. He's standing in a daze. Run, kid, run! Buck Cluck: Go, son! Run! Run! [The others all agree] Turkey Lurkey: Run! Don Bowwoser: There he goes, headed the wrong way. Wait, wait, wait! Buck Cluck: No, no, no! Not that way! Run the other way! Abby Mallard: Turn around! [Little goes the other way] Don Bowwoser: Wait, wait, wait! He's turned! I've never said these words before, but he's actually rounding home plate! Goosey steps on home and... Chicken Little: Today's new day! Today's new day! Don Bowwoser: We have a tie game! They're scrambling in the alley. Looks like Rodriguez has it. Nope, it's the center fielder! Mayhem in the outfield, as Rodriguez is fired to second. [blubbering] Don Bowwoser: 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! Cow: It's stuck! It's stuck! Taters: Tip the Cow! Tip the cow! Don Bowwoser: It's the old tip-the-cow play. He heads for the hot corner, a stand-up triple! Buck Cluck: Yes! Don Bowwoser: Hold up! No! Incredible! He's going for the whole enchilada! The ball of wax, kit and caboodle! Foxy Loxy: Go back! Go back! You're never gonna make it! [Cow mooing] Don Bowwoser: Look he tries to lighten his load! The outfield behind, Little's on all cylinders! He slides for the dish! It's going to be a photo finish at home! Umpire Donkey: You're out! Don Bowwoser: Oh, folks. Folks, what a heartbreaker. Umpire Donkey: Wait! Don Bowwoser: Wait, Wait! Wait a cotton-picking second. Hold your horses, here, and horses hold your breath. This might not be over. He... He's... Chicken Little: OK, great, Dad. You... Closure, I dunno. Buck Cluck: All right. Enough fun. Good talk. Good talk, son. Chicken Little: Here I'll give you a push. Buck Cluck: Rock me a little. OK, I'm up. Hey. Good night, Ace. Here's the wind-up... and the pitch! [Chicken Little cheers and leaped onto the window pane] Chicken Little: Whoo-hoo! Thanks. Thanks for the chance. [Strangely, Chicken Little thought that the star was shining. He adjusted his glasses and before he knew it, something crashed into his head, Chicken Little groaned and pulled himself up, rubbing his eyes. When he looked he gasped in horror and freaked out] Chicken Little: No! [BOOM!] A piece of the sky?! Shaped like a stop sign?! Not again! Buck Cluck: [muffled, "off-screen"] Hey, son! You all right? I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming upstairs! [Realizing that his dad is coming, he hit the piece under the blanket] Buck Cluck: What's wrong? Chicken Little: Nothing. Buck Cluck: You sure? I thought I heard you yell. Chicken Little: No. Uh, I, uh... I fell out of bed. Buck Cluck: Huh? How'd you get over there? Chicken Little: Over where? Buck Cluck: There. Chicken Little: Where? Buck Cluck: There! How'd you get over there?! Chicken Little: Who're we talking about? Buck Cluck: Never mind. What's the difference? Look, the past is behind us, right? Chicken Little: Mmm. Buck Cluck: Tomorrow's gonna be a new day. [chuckling] Chicken Little: [gasping] Please be gone, please be gone, please be gone... [?] Chicken Little: Good. [?] Chicken Little: Ah! [?] Chicken Little: No. [?] Chicken Little: No. I gotta call Abby! Chicken Little: All right, guys. Watch this. Abby Mallard: Bizarre. [Runt whimpers] Okay. Let me guess. You haven't told your dad yet. Chicken Little: Well... Abby Mallard: I knew it! Why haven't you told him? Because there hasn't been you, your dad, talk-talk-talking. Chicken Little: There was talking. There was...There was definitely talking. Abby Mallard: Oh, really? What did he say? [Chicken Little only making stammering things] What? Alright, that's it! We are doing an intervention, you have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem! Runt of the Litter: She's right! Chicken Little: Abby, please. This is exactly what fell on me the first time. There's no way I'm bringing this up again with him. Runt of the Litter: No, he's not! Abby Mallard: Runt! Runt of the Litter: Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper. Abby Mallard: Okay. I'm sure there's a simple, logical explanation. I mean, it could be a piece of weather balloon, or maybe it's part of some experimental communications satellite. Chicken Little: I don't care what it is. I want it out of my life, gone for good. Everything back to normal. Abby Mallard: 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. Runt of the Litter: Yeah, that's right. It's frozen pee. Yeah. It's frozen pee. [singing] Pee, pee, pee, pee pee. Chicken Little: Could you stop saying that? Runt of the Litter: What, pee? Chicken Little: Pee. Abby Mallard: How about tinkle? Runt of the Litter: Piddle? Abby Mallard: Whiz? [Fish gurgles] Runt of the Litter: Wee-wee? Chicken Little: Okay, subject change. Runt of the Litter: Make Phishee? Chicken Little: I don't care what it is! Now are you gonna help me get rid of it or not? [?] Runt of the Litter: Flying Fish! Take cover! Fish! Chicken Little: No! Runt of the Litter: Fish! [Chicken Little gasps and Runt screams] Chicken Little: Come on, come on, come on! Buck Cluck: Wait, wait, whoa, son! Where's the fire here? Abby Mallard: Chicken Little has something to tell you! Tell him. He can handle it. Chicken Little: Who're we talking about? [sighing] Buck Cluck: Uh... Chicken Little: Gotta go! Dad! Bye! Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say. Abby Mallard: Sit tight, Fish! Runt of the Litter: Fish, we will try to save you! [panting] Chicken Little: Yeah! [?] Runt of the Litter: I'm sorry! Wait! [?] Runt of the Litter: Sorry! Abby Mallard: Curb! Runt of the Litter: Ay! [?] Abby Mallard: Fish! [?] Chicken Little: Abby! Abby! Wake up! Come on! Let's get outta here! [?] Runt of the Litter: [sadly] Oh, poor Fish! He's probably stuffed and mounted like an intergalactic trophy or, maybe he's a half-living host implanted with their face-hugging embryo babies. One thing's for sure, man. He's gone! Gone, man! Abby Mallard: [gasping] Not yet! [tapping] [gurgling] Chicken Little: Oh, snap. Chicken Little: Fish? Abby Mallard: Fish! Chicken Little: Fish... Abby Mallard: Fish... Runt of the Litter: [yelling] WHERE ARE YOU, FISH?! Abby Mallard: Shh! Runt of the Litter: I can't handle the pressure! Dog: Now the weather with Riz. A cold front is moving in so... The alarm bell has been activated! Quick! Get a camera crew! [?] Coach: Chicken Little, you better have a good explanation for this! Chicken Little: There's...there's...it's a...you have to...D'oh...Doo-wah! Mountain Lion: What did he say? Turkey Lurkey: [reading a sign-holding dog's signs] "There's...there's...it's a...you have to...D'oh! Doo-wah!" Chicken Little: Follow me! Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Aliens here! Aliens here! Buck Cluck: It's happening again. Chicken Little: Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Come on. Come on. You're about to see it! [?] Chicken Little: Quick! It's taking off! Come on! If you don't hurry, you're gonna miss it! Turkey Lurkey: [stops a crowd] Hey, look, a penny. Chicken Little: [annoyed] Guys! Turkey Lurkey: Oh, right. Chicken Little: Hurry! Hurry! Dog: Now, let's check the weather with Riz. A cold front is moving in so... The alarm bell has been activated! Quick! Get a camera crew! Cameraman Rabbit: Eh, there's no story here. Cameraman Dog: At least we can sell the video of Chickens Gone Wild. Chicken Little: I'm telling ya everybody, it was here! Abby Mallard: No, wait! There were aliens! Runt of the Litter: It's true! They had eyes...They're glowing and then tentacles! And maps with planets with X's through them! AAHHH!! Runt's Mother: [angrily grabs Runt by his ear] Runt, that's enough! Don't make mommy take away your Streisand collection! [drags him away] Runt of the Litter: Mom, can you leave Barbra out of this! Principal Fetchit: Why can't you keep that child of yours under control?! Mama Vulture: What kind of parent are you?! Chicken Little: I'm telling you the truth! Dad! Dad! I am not making this up! You gotta believe me this time. Buck Cluck: [sighs, pauses] No, son. I don't. [chuckles] I can't tell you how embarrassed I am, folks. I'm really sorry about this, everyone. Looks like this is just a big, crazy misunderstanding. Turkey Lurkey: Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash! Foxy Loxy: Oh, Mr. Cluck, don't take it so hard. No one blames you. Abby Mallard: If there ever was a time to talk to your dad...it's now. Chicken Little: It's too late for that. Runt of the Litter: It's too late, baby, now it's too late. [sobbing] Though they really did try to make it. Abby Mallard: Runt, just think about it. Runt of the Litter: Something inside has died and they just can't hide and they just can't fake it. Oh, no, no. Chicken Little: Runt, I really just want to be alone right now. [Abby, Fish, and Runt leave. Then, Chicken Little sees Kirby next to him all alone. It winks at him.] Oh! Abby! Runt! Fish! Look! There! Look there! Look there! Runt of the Litter: What is that thing?! [He turned his head and saw the orange fuzz, that he found on the ship was on the ground. Chicken Little gasps. He slowly began to approach it until the orange fuzz bursts alive. It had three eyes, four arms and a mouth. It was a real alien!] Chicken Little: Aaaaaaah! Abby! Runt! Fish! [He screams made Abby, Runt and Fish return to the yard] Chicken Little: Look! There! Look there! Look there! Runt of the Litter: AGH! What is that thing?! [Fish shushes them up. He approached to the orange creature and gurgles. The alien started speaking alien language as Fish turns his head back to his friends and gurgles, which the gang began to understand what was going on] Chicken Little: His name is Kirby? Abby Mallard: They left him behind? Runt of the Litter: Darth Vader is Luke's father? Chicken Little: [Kirby starts sobbing] No, no, no, no. Come on, come on, don't cry. We're here for you. We're gonna do whatever it takes to get you back home, okay? Here, blow. [Kirby blows his nose. he tries to get it off, but wipes it off on the ground] See, guys? He's cool. He was just freaked out. That's all. [Kirby sneezes] Chicken Little: Watch out for the kid! Don't hit him! Buck Cluck: Son! There you are. Quick! Get in the car. We gotta go. Chicken Little: No, wait. Dad, I gotta tell you something. Buck Cluck: What? I know! I know! You were right! Alien invasion. I see that now. Look up! There it is! Chicken Little: Dad, you know, about that...It's actually just a rescue mission. Buck Cluck: Rescue mission? Chicken Little: You see, this alien kid was left and they're coming back to get him! So, we have to help him, 'cause if we don't, who else will? Buck Cluck: What? Chicken Little: Ugh! Forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyway. Buck Cluck: Son! Son, come back! Son! Chicken Little! Abby Mallard: Mr. Cluck, wait! He's telling the truth! Runt of the Litter: He is! Given his track record, we understand why you don't believe him! Buck Cluck: Chicken Little! [Kirby screams] What? Where's your head? We gotta get outta here! Come on! Come on... You, with the running and the jumping! Chicken Little: Dad, no, wait. Abby Mallard: What are you guys doing? We gotta get outta here! It's like... It's like War of the Worlds out there! Buck Cluck: Stop pulling! Chicken Little: Just listen to me for one second! It's not dangerous! Abby Mallard: We are under attack! Will you two stop messing around and deal with the problem? Chicken Little: [to Buck Cluck] You're never there for me! Buck Cluck: What? Abby Mallard: Okay, that's not what I had in mind, but... Chicken Little: You're never there for me. I mean, you were there when I won the game, but not when I thought the sky fell and not at the ball field and certainly not now! Abby Mallard: This is good! Keep going, keep going! Chicken Little: You've been ashamed since the acorn thing happened. We have to talk because Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting and I'm already small and on top of that, I don't think I could handle being bald! Buck Cluck: I... I didn't realize, son. I never meant to...The acorn, the sky, I mean, the whole... [sighs, chuckles] You're right. You're right. Your mom, she was...You know, she was always good with stuff like this. Me...I'm gonna need a lot of work. But you need to know that I love you, no matter what. And I'm sorry, I... And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that was something you had to earn. [Buck Cluck and Chicken Little hug] Abby Mallard: Uh... Uh... And we're good. Let's go. Let's go. Chicken Little: Okay, Dad. Now, all we gotta do is return helpless little Kirby. Buck Cluck: Return this whatever it is? This is crazy! Crazy! Crazy wonderful! Just tell me what you need me to do. Chicken Little: Do you really mean it? Buck Cluck: You bet! Anything, son. Chicken Little: Come on, Dad. We've got a planet to save. Buck Cluck: Crazy supportive. That's me! Ohh! This thing likes to nibble, doesn't it? Chicken Little: [to Abby] By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive. [kisses Abby] Abby Mallard: [giggles] Now that's closure. Runt of the Litter: Wait, wait, what's going on? Oh, they've given her an alien mind-wipe! [?] Buck Cluck: Okay, son. What do we do now? Chicken Little: Uh, okay. This is a piece of cake, Dad. All we have to do is take the kid down the street to the giant metal alien. [?] Turkey Lurkey: Oh. We surrender! Here! Take the key to the city! [?] Turkey Lurkey: Key to my car? [?] Turkey Lurkey: Tic Tac? [?] Chicken Little: Forget plan A! [?] Buck Cluck: Uh-oh. [?] Buck Cluck: Okay, okay, what now, son? Who, by the way, I support 100 percent. Chicken Little: Uh, plan B? Buck Cluck: Ha-ha! Of course! Plan B! What is plan B? [Kirby jabbering] Buck Cluck: 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 language] Buck Cluck: No, no, I am. Kirby: Poo-tee-tah. Chicken Little: Oh, is that your parents? Kirby: Pooteetah, pooteetah. [sputtering] Chicken Little: That's it, Dad! Plan B! All 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] [zapping] Buck: Yeah! Charge! Chicken Little: Runt, just do it. It'll work. We'll survive! [Intro to "I Will Survive" plays] Runt of the Litter: I will survive? Brake, Abby! Abby Mallard: Okay. Buck Cluck: What, what? You have to go to the bathroom? [Kirby shakes head] You want juice? [Kirby shakes head again] A snack? [Kirby shakes head again] Corndog? On a stick? [Kirby starts to lose temper] Want to play some golf? What do you want? Kirby: Pootita! Pootita! Buck Cluck: I stink at this...I'm a horrible father. No, no, no, I am, I am. Turkey Lurkey: Tia Tac. Melvin: Why did you take our child? Buck Cluck: Hey, hey! [gulps] Just hold on there, buddy! My son did not take your kid! You were the one that left him behind! That's bad parenting, and I should know! Melvin: Silence! Release the child! Buck Cluck: Okay. Chicken Little: Okay, okay. [Kirby returns to his mother] Tina: Sweetheart! Oh, Kirby, I'm so happy to see you! My darling! Buck Cluck: [sighs] That was close. Chicken Little: At least they're back together. They got their kid. Melvin: You have violated intergalactic law 90210! A charge punishable by immediate particle disintegration! Buck Cluck: [held at gunpoint alongside his son] Oh, snap. Melvin: Hmm what's that. Hmm I I don't quite. Tina: Melvin honey saying they're telling the truth. It was just a misunderstanding. Melvin: Well, then this is awkward. Alien Cop: Okay, everything's been put back to normal, except for this one over here. Foxy Loxy: [dressed in a pink dress and curls] Hi, y'all. [Everyone else gasps] Chicken Little: Foxy? Foxy Loxy: [singing in a girly manner] Lollipop, lollipop / Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli, lollipop... Alien Cop: She got her brainwaves a little scrambled during reconstitution, but, no worries! We can put her back the way she was. Runt of the Litter: No! She's perfect. [joins Foxy] Lollipop. [Popping sound] Both: Lollipop. Alien Cop: Scary. Melvin: Whoops. Darling, look at the time. We better can move on. All right, then. Ace: Are you ready to rock? Hollywood Runt: Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low. Ace: [to Hollywood Runt shooting alien spaceships] Give them a taste of the other white meat! Taglines This time, the sky really is falling. Cast Voice Cast Main Cast Zach Braff – Chicken Little Garry Marshall – Buck "Ace" Cluck Don Knotts – Mayor Turkey Lurkey Patrick Stewart – Mr. Woolensworth Amy Sedaris – Foxy Loxy Steve Zahn – Master Runt of the Litter Joan Cusack – Abigail "Abby" Mallard Wallace Shawn – Principal Fetchit Harry Shearer – Dog Announcer Fred Willard – Melvin - Alien Dad Catherine O'Hara – Tina - Alien Mom Patrick Warburton – Alien Cop Adam West – Ace (Hollywood Chicken Little) Deleted Scenes Holly Hunter – Chicken Little (as a girl) Estelle Harris – Chloe Cluck Additional Characters Mark Walton – Goosey Loosey Mark Dindal – Morkubine Porcupine, Coach Dan Molina – Fish Out of Water Joe Whyte – Rodriguez, Acorn Mascot, Umpire Sean ElmoreMatthew Michael JostonEvan Dunn – Kirby - Alien Kid Kellie Hoover – Mama Runt Will Finn – Hollywood Fish Dara McGarry – Hollywood Abby Mark Kennedy – Hollywood Runt Additional Voices Greg Berg – Buck Cluck (ADR) Julianne Buescher – Abby Mallard (ADR) David Cowgill – Donkey Paul Pape – Firehouse Dog Spencer Aste – Cougar Sheb Wooley – Anonymous Crowd Scream (Archive Sound) Teaser Trailer [The teaser trailer starts with the Walt Disney Pictures logo, then fades to reveal someone recording a camera with text reading, "In Theaters 2005", then pans down to Chicken Little's house] Reporter #1: It doesn't look like he's home. Reporter #2: Do you think he's in there? Reporter #3: Maybe he's still at school. [As the camera gets closer to the house, some tip-toeing footsteps can be heard] Reporter #2: Wait, wait, wait, wait! What's that? [The camera zooms in on an empty toilet paper roll] Reporter #4: Ah, it's just a roll of toilet paper. [The off-screen reporters moan until they see chicken legs burst out from underneath the roll, and sneak away] Reporter #5: With legs?! [The roll with legs springs up in shock] Reporter #6: That's him! [The toilet paper bumps into a metal trash can, revealing Chicken Little hiding under it] Reporter #7: He's trying to get away! Reporters: Chicken Little! Chicken Little! Chicken Little! [The camera rushes over to Chicken Little, with holding microphones surrounding the edges of the lens. Chicken Little runs on a trash lid to escape, only to run in place and fly away] Reporter #4: Did you actually think the sky was falling? Reporter #2: Did you know it was an acorn? Reporter #5: Why did your father think of this? Chicken Little: No comment! No comment! [stops at a fence, and tries to get it open] Reporter #4: Are you concerned about sky-falling copycats? Reporter #2: Aren't you even related to The Boy Who Cried Wolf? Reporter #5: Are you really a chicken? Chicken Little: [breathing heavily] I… Uh, uh, uh… [points] Look! Over there! [The camera turns left to a brown dog holding a baseball bat, and wearing a baseball mitt. Next to the dog is a gray bunny wearing a baseball mitt. Their faces are censored. The dog and bunny gasp upon seeing this as the bunny drops the baseball, and they look at each other. The camera turns back to the fence, seeing that Chicken Little has disappeared] Reporter #1: Where'd he go? [The camera whirls around to find Chicken Little running back to his house] Reporter #3: There he is! Reporter #4: Get him! [The camera chases after Chicken Little until he jumps into the door's mail slot, only to get stuck. The microphones surround him as he attempts to get out] Reporter #5: Chicken Little, your action caused widespread panic, and subsequently you were blamed and humiliated in front of your town, your father and everyone you know and love! [Chicken Little stops straining and is confused] Chicken Little: [sighs] Was there a question in there? Reporter #5: Uh, no. I just wanted to point that out. [As the off-screen reporters shout at one time, Chicken Little gets out of the mail slot] Chicken Little: Alright, that's enough. Reporter #6: One final question! Do you think you'll ever get to live this down? [The scene behind Chicken Little darkens as a heroic score plays in the background. A spotlight shines around Chicken Little as he responds his question boldly] Chicken Little: Yes. Yes, I will! Because I believe in second chances, and I will rise again like the mighty phoenix, and soon everyone will forget! [The background lightens up to its original state as the music stops] It's not like they're making a movie about it. [Chicken Little laughs and a black title card drops down into place and the film's title. A few seconds later, Chicken Little tears through the two title cards] Chicken Little: It was a simple mistake! People, please, please! I'm begging you! Let it go! [We cut to the black background with the early release date, "IN THEATERS 2005". Chicken Little enters from the left of the shot as he walks. He stops to look at the release date] Chicken Little: A movie? [sniffles and breaks into tears] The book on tape was bad enough. [Chicken Little cries as he exits right. Once he's out of view, the final film's title drops into place, reading "This time, the sky is falling", the screen fades to black as the music fades, ending the teaser trailer] About We had a long debate in the studio: What was Disney's legacy? Was it 2-D, pencil-drawn animation, or was it telling great stories with great characters? And Joe Grant, who passed away just this past year, that we dedicated the movie to...I think he was, at 94 years old, really the youngest voice in the room, saying to all of us, "Look, Walt Disney stood for cutting-edge technology. He stood for whatever tool you could assemble that would do the best job of telling your story. Don't get hung up on the technology and say, 'No, it's the pencil.'" He said, "Walt never would have locked in and said, 'You gotta stick with the pencil forever, no matter what happens with technology.'" So I think it was undeniable. I think of the top-ten grossing [animated movies], Lion King is the only one in there that's a 2-D movie. It's undeniable that there's a great public appetite, and it's because you just have such a rich palette. Like Buck Cluck's feathers--he has 250,000 feathers on his head and his arms that can all move to wind and gravity. Those are things that you could only dream of in a 2-D realm. Randy Fullmer in "MARK DINDAL & RANDY FULLMER on 'CHICKEN LITTLE'" by Michael J. Lee, RadioFree.com, October 16, 2005. 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