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After ruining his reputation with the town, a courageous chicken must come to the rescue of his fellow citizens when aliens start an invasion.
Mayor Turkey Lurkey: [to an alien] Oh, we surrender! Here, take the key to the city! [alien zaps the key] Mayor Turkey Lurkey: [holds up another key] Key to my car? [alien zaps key and car at the same time] Mayor Turkey Lurkey: [holds a box of Tic Tacs] Tic Tac? [alien zaps Lurkey]
[repeated line] Chicken Little: Who are we talking about?
Mama Runt: Runt, that's enough! Don't make Mommy take away your Streisand collection! Runt of the Litter: Mom! You leave Barbra out of this!
Chicken Little: His name is Kirby? Abby Mallard: They left him behind? Runt of the Litter: Darth Vader's Luke's father?
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. Pee, pee, pee, pee, pee... Chicken Little: Could you stop saying that? Runt of the Litter: What, pee? Chicken Little: Pee. Abby Mallard: How 'bout tinkle? Runt of the Litter: Piddle? Abby Mallard: Whiz? [Fish gurgles] Runt of the Litter: Wee-wee? Chicken Little: Okay, subject change. [pause] Runt of the Litter: Make pishee? Chicken Little: I don't care what it is!
Chicken Little: I put on five ounces this year. I've really bulked up.
Runt of the Litter: Just leave me some ammo, a little water, some chips if you have 'em.
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] Runt of the Litter: Lollipop. [popping sound] Foxy Loxy, Runt of the Litter: Lollipop. Alien Cop: Scary.
Chicken Little: [to the aliens] So... have you been to the mall?
Mr. Woolensworth: Abby Mallard. Foxy Loxy: [fake cough] Ugly Duckling! [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! You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly - er, Abby.
Chicken Little: [to Abby] By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive. [he kisses her] Abby Mallard: Now THAT'S closure.
[first lines] Buck Cluck: [voice over] Now, where to begin? [shaft of light and pixie dust] Buck Cluck: How about "Once upon a time"? [screen suddenly goes black] Buck Cluck: How many times have you heard that to begin a story? Let's do something else. [gasps] Buck Cluck: I got it. I got it. Here we go. Here's how to open a movie. [opening to The Lion King] Buck Cluck: No, I don't think so. It sounds familiar, doesn't it to you? [a storybook] Buck Cluck: Oh, no, no, not the book! How many have seen "opening the book" before? Close the book. We're not doing that. Here's what we're gonna do. Why don't I just go back to the day things took a turn for the worst.
Chicken Little: Don't tap the glass, they hate it when you do that.
Ace - Hollywood Chicken Little: Are you ready to rock? Hollywood Runt: Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low.
Mr. Woolensworth: Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. He. Students: Baa! Mr. Woolensworth: She. Students: Baa! Mr. Woolensworth: They. Students: Baa! Mr. Woolensworth: We. Students: Baa!
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.
Mayor Turkey Lurkey: Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
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!
Dog Announcer: This excitement isn't just about the fun of baseball. It's not about the prize. It's about the gloating and rubbing their noses in it. The "Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah! We beat you!" taunting if you will, that comes with the winning.
Ace - Hollywood Chicken Little: Runt! Are you all right? Hollywood Runt: No, no. You gotta go on without me, Commander. Just leave me some ammo, a little water, some chips if you have them. Runt of the Litter: This is amazingly accurate.
[after Abby gets hit by a dodgeball] Chicken Little: That does it! We were in a time-out, Foxey. Prepare to hurt, and I don't mean emotionally like I do!
Dog Announcer: Hold your horses, here! And horses, hold your breath.
Mr. Woolensworth: Morkubine Porcupine? Morkubine Porcupine: Yo.
Abby Mallard: [smiling broadly] Runt, should Chicken Little have a good talk with his dad and clear the air... [winks then frowns] Abby Mallard: 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.
Mayor Turkey Lurkey: [stops a crowd] Oh, look, a penny.
Ace - Hollywood Chicken Little: [to Hollywood Runt shooting alien spaceships] Give them a taste of the other white meat!
Tina - Alien Mom: Seriously, honey, someday it's gonna hit somebody on the head. Melvin - Alien Dad: Ah, nonsense. Tina - Alien Mom: Uh-huh. You can't return the panel, can ya? Melvin - Alien Dad: Now-now that's ridiculous. Tina - Alien Mom: Uh-huh, you threw away the receipt again. Melvin - Alien Dad: [using the big voice] Silence! Tina - Alien Mom: Melvin, did you just try and use the big voice on me? Melvin - Alien Dad: Umm... mm... umm... Who're we talkin' about?
Chicken Little: There's... there's... it's a... you have to... D'oh... Doo-wah! Dog: What did he say? Mayor Turkey Lurkey: [reading a sign-holding dog's signs] There's... there's... it's a... you have to... D'oh... Doo-wah!
Runt of the Litter: Curse these genetically tiny legs!
Buck Cluck: I'd like to see the movie they make about you now. Chicken Little: I just hope they stay true to what really happened? Buck Cluck: Oh, son. These people are from Hollywood. The one thing they will never do is mess with a good story.
Dog: Well, at least we can sell the video to "Chickens Gone Wild."
Abby Mallard: What's that noise? [the noise is Runt nibbling on an ear of corn] Runt of the Litter: Sorry. Nervous eater.
Runt of the Litter: 'Twas Beauty that killed the Beast.
Dog Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it; I've seen road kill with faster reflexes.
Buck Cluck: 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: The commemorative plates. Chicken Little: Yeah, yeah. Buck Cluck: You know, you saw them, right? Chicken Little: Yeah, I saw them. Buck Cluck: You can't eat off 'em, but they're there. Chicken Little: Well, they're not microwave safe.
Chicken Little: A piece of the sky? Shaped like a stop sign? Not again!
Dog Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish. Gibberish of an insane person.
Buck Cluck: Oh, yes, I do see the skywriting there. Thank goodness the cloud blocked the last letter.
Buck Cluck: [while being aimed at with particle disintegrators alongside Chicken Little] Oh, snap...
Chicken Little: Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting, and I'm already small and on top of that I don't think I can handle being bald!
Buck Cluck: What, what? You have to go to the bathroom? [Alien kid shakes head] Buck Cluck: You want juice? [kid shakes head again] Buck Cluck: A Snack? [kid shakes head again] Buck Cluck: Corndog? On a stick? [kid starts to lose temper] Buck Cluck: Want to play some golf? What do you want? Kirby - Alien Kid: [makes irritated noises] Buck Cluck: I stink at this...