Chicken Little Page #2

Band-Aid solutions!

Runt! Well, I'm sorry!

I'm very bad at reading facial cues.

Fish, help me out here.

Men.

'T was beauty that killed the beast.

I guess only girls are good at honest communication and sensitivity.

That does it! We were in a time-out, Foxy!

Prepare to hurt. And I don't mean emotionally, like I do.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!

Whoa!

We will save you!

Fall back! Mad goose!

Chicken Little!

Not showing up for class, inappropriate school attire, 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!

Now look, Buck.

You know I have the utmost respect for you.

I mean, you were Buck "Ace" Cluck, our school baseball star.

But let's face the facts.

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

OK.

Thank you for talking to me. I'll take care of my son.

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

It was Foxy. She's always... All right. It's fine.

You don't have to explain anything.

Uh...

Uh... Hey, Dad?

I was thinkin'. Yeah, what if I?

What if?

What if I joined the baseball team?

Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?!

Sorry, there, buddy! Sorry, sorry.

Baseball? Son, we talked about this.

Yeah, right. But, you know, that was when I was small.

I put on five ounces this year. I've really bulked up.

Really, son? Baseball. Are you sure?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, you know, hey, why not, right?

Yeah, why not, but why? Well, Dad, you were such a big baseball star in high school.

You could give me some pointers.

But, son, you know, I'm just wondering...

Maybe baseball isn't exactly your thing, you know?

Have you considered the chess team or the glee club?

And some teenagers, you know, they get quite a rush from stamp collecting.

No. Wanna stop? We'll get some stamps.

I don't like stamps. Colors, colorful things...

No, I was thinkin' baseball!

I can't wait to see the look on your face when I smack that ball in for a touchdown!

Dad... Um, I'm kidding.

That was a... that was a joke.

Just do me one favor, son.

Why, sure, Dad. Anything.

Just please try not to get your hopes too high.

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

I mean, I think I can...

I...

OK, Dad.

Oh, Chloe. If only you were here.

You'd know what to do.

That's my boy! Gee, thanks, Dad!

Come on. All I need is a chance.

Lean to the left Lean to the right C'mon Acorns Fight, fight, fight! Go, Acorns!

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. Yeah!

That's right. Oakey Oaks and the Honorable Mayor Turkey Lurkey will finally have bragging rights again for one full year!

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... Chicken Little.

Clearly a long shot, folks.

Little hasn't been up to bat once since joining the team.

He's gonna lose the game for us! Wait!

If he can get a walk and advance to first, that powerhouse Foxy Loxy can step up and save us all.

She's had a terrific game so far. A shoo-in for the MVP trophy.

OK, kid, 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.

I have a good feeling... Look at me. Don't swing.

Take the walk. You hear me? Just take the walk!

But, coach, wait! Don't swing!

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. Easy out!

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. Play ball!

Why him?

Why now?

I won't embarrass you, Dad. Not this time.

Here's the wind-up, the pitch! It's a high cutter.

Ball!

Uh... Strike one!

I'm not going to sugarcoat it. I've seen roadkill with faster reflexes.

The catcher lays down the signals. Here's the pitch.

Curve ball low and outside, he swings!

Stee-rike two!

Ohh!

I said, don't swing!

Don't swing!

No! Batter up!

That's two in the hole!

One more strike, it's a punch out, folks, and we're all going home.

Today is a new day.

Don't swing!

Well, take away my squeaky toy! It's a hit!

A hit? A hit?

A hit?

The batter is unbelievably at home plate.

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

Go, son! Run! Run!

Run!

There he goes, the wrong way.

Wait, wait, wait! No, no! Not that way!

Run the other way! Turn around!

He's turned! I've never said these words before, but he's actually rounding home plate!

Goosey steps on home... A new day!

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.

Catch is complete, but where's the ball?

Little touches the bag and keeps going. A hunt for the rock.

The fielders are having trouble. Commotion out there!

It's stuck! It's stuck! Tip the cow!

It's the old tip-the-cow play.

He heads for the hot corner, a stand-up triple!

Yes! Hold up! No!

He's going for the whole enchilada!

The ball of wax, kit and caboodle!

Go back! You're never gonna make it!

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!

You're out!

Oh, folks. Folks, what a heartbreaker.

Wait! Wait!

Wait a cotton-picking second. Hold your horses, here, and horses hold your breath. This might not be over. He...

He's...

Safe! The runner is safe!

It's all over, folks!

The Acorns have done the impossible!

For the first time in 20 years, we won the pennant!

Mothers, kiss your babies! You've witnessed a miracle!

Remember where you were at this moment. The smells! The sounds!

There's a new winner in town and his name is Chicken Little!

That was just a lucky hit!

Yes, Chicken Little, it's all yours!

The victory, the triumph, the glory!

And getting doused with a sticky drink that soaks into your undies and chafes for hours!

This is one memory you'll savor forever!

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yes, yes, yes! We won! We won! That's my boy out there!

That's my boy!

Yow!

Here's the wind-up and the pitch!

A knuckleball! He swings!

Crack! It's going.

He rounds first, to second! Hits high off the wall!

He flies past third and heads for the plate!

It's a scramble for the ball! It's gonna be close!

He is safe!

The mighty Acorns win! Yes! Acorns win!

The mighty Acorns win!

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