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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!]

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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. 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! Chicken Little: Run for cover! Chicken Little: Run for your lives! Chicken Little:

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Chicken Little: No, no, no! It's true! Come with me! Buck Cluck: No, son? What? 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 #

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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. 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 o

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Chicken Little: That's it. Today is a new day. Animal: How's it going? 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] 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! 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

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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.

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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? 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. In

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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. Chicken Little: Uh... Uh, Hey, Dad? I was thinking. Yeah, what if I...? What if...? What if I joined the baseball team? Man: Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?! Buck 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 ounce

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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] Chic

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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: Whoo-hoo! Thanks. Thanks for the chance. 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! 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

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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 s

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Abby Mallard: Sit tight, Fish! Runt of the Litter: Fish, we will try to save you! 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! Chicken Little: Oh, snap.

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Runt of the Litter: [yelling] <big>WHERE ARE YOU, FISH?!</big> Abby Mallard: Shh! Runt of the Litter: I can't handle the pressure!

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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!

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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!

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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! <big>AAHHH!!</big> 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: Wel

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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?!

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Chicken Little: Aaaaaaah! Abby! Runt! Fish! Chicken Little: Look! There! Look there! Look there! Runt of the Litter: AGH! What is that thing?! 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]

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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!

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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 a

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Chicken Little: Runt, just do it. It'll work. We'll survive! Runt of the Litter: I will survive? Brake, Abby! Abby Mallard: Okay.

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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.

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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. 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.

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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. 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. Both: Lollipop. Alien Cop: Scary. Melvin: Whoops. Darling, look at the time. We better can move on. All right, then.

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Ace: Are you ready to rock? Hollywood Runt: Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low.

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[to Hollywood Runt shooting alien spaceships] Give them a taste of the other white meat!

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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. Reporter #2: Wait, wait, wait, wait! What's that? Reporter #4: Ah, it's just a roll of toilet paper. Reporter #5: With legs?! Reporter #6: That's him! Reporter #7: He's trying to get away! Reporters: Chicken Little! Chicken Little! Chicken Little! 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! Reporter #1: Where'd he go? Reporter #3: There he is! Reporter #4: Get him! Reporter #5: Chicken Little, your action caused widespread panic, and subseq