Chicken Little Page #4

Looks like this is just a big, crazy misunderstanding.

Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash!

Mr. Cluck, don't take it so hard. No one blames you.

Reports of panic and mayhem are pouring in after yet another Chicken Little incident last night.

In one instance, a family of lemmings was sent running in fear, but unable to find a cliff, they instead began throwing themselves

- From the nearest park bench. Hello? I'm sorry.

Hello? I apologize. Hello? Give me a break!

What? You were trampled? That's terrible.

I thought rabbits' feet were supposed to be lucky.

- You have hate mail. Sorry. That wasn't very funny.

- You have more hate mail. Hi. What are you saying, sir?

Your hate mail box is full.

Oh, yes. I do see the skywriting there.

Thank goodness the cloud blocked the last letter. Hello?

Hey! Watch your mouth. Yeah?

Oh, yeah? Well, I'd like to see you try.

OK, I love you too, Mom. Bye.

Hello? Really. Well...

If there was ever a time to talk to your dad...

...it's now.

It's too late for that.

It's too late, baby, now it's too late.

Though they really did try to make it.

Runt.

Just think about it.

Something inside has died and they just can't hide and they just can't fake it. Oh, no, no.

Runt, I really just want to be alone right now.

Oh! Abby! Runt! Fish!

Look! There! Look there! Look there!

What is that thing?! Look at that!

His name is Kirby? They left him behind?

Darth Vader is Luke's father?

No, don't... Come on, come on, don't cry.

We're here for you. We're gonna do whatever it takes to get you back home.

Here, blow.

OK.

See, guys? He's cool. He was just freaked out. That's all.

Ah-choo!

Whoa.

Run!

Those are your parents?

And they brought the galactic armada?

Watch out for the kid! Don't hit him! There you are. Get in the car.

I gotta tell you something. What?

I know, I know! You were right! Alien invasion. I see that now.

Look up! There it is!

Dad, you know, about that...

It's actually a rescue mission. Rescue mission?

This alien kid was left and they're coming back to get him!

We have to help him, 'cause if we don't, who else will?

What?!

Ugh!

Forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyway.

Son!

Son, come back! Son! Chicken Little!

Mr. Cluck! Wait! He's telling the truth!

He is!

Given his track record, we understand why you don't believe him!

Watch out for the kid! No! Don't! Don't hit him! Don't hit... Look out!

Whew!

Chicken Little!

Chicken Little!

What? Where's your head?

We gotta get outta here! Come on! Come...

You, with the running and the jumping! Dad. No, wait.

What are you guys doing? We gotta get outta here!

It's like War of the Worlds out there!

Stop pulling! Just listen to me for one second!

It's not dangerous! We are under attack!

Will you two stop messing around and deal with the problem?

You're never there for me! What?

OK, that's not what I had in mind, but...

You're never there for me. I mean, you were when I won the game, but not when I thought the sky fell.

And not at the ball field and not now!

This is good! Keep going. Keep going!

You've been ashamed since the acorn thing.

We have to talk because Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting. I'm already small and I don't think I could handle being bald!

I...

I... I didn't...

...realize, son.

I-I never meant to...

The acorn, the sky, I mean, the whole...

You're right. You're right.

Y... 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.

Uh... uh...

And we're good. Let's go. Let's go.

OK, Dad.

All we gotta do is return helpless little Kirby.

All we gotta do is return helpless little Kirby.

Return this whatever it is?

This is crazy! Crazy!

Crazy wonderful!

Just tell me what you need me to do.

Do you really mean it? You bet! Anything, son.

Come on, Dad. We've got a planet to save!

Crazy supportive. That's me! Ohh!

This thing likes to nibble, doesn't it?

By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive!

Now that's closure.

Wait! Wait! What's goin' on?!

Oh, they've given her an alien mind-wipe!

Aaah!

OK, son. What do we do now?

Uh, OK. This is a piece of cake, Dad.

All we have to do is take the kid down the street to the giant metal alien.

We surrender! Here! Take the key to the city!

Key to my car?

Tic Tac?

Forget plan A!

Uh-oh.

OK, OK, what now, son?

Who, by the way, I support 100 percent.

Uh, plan B? Ha-ha! Of course! Plan B!

What is plan B?

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.

No, no, I am.

Poo-tee-tah.

Oh. Is that your parents?

Pooteetah, pooteetah.

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.

Yeah!

Charge!

Wow!

A-ha!

Now that's what I call takin' out the trash!

OK, son. Now what?

Fire truck!

Plan C!

Runt, no! Turn around!

Go back to Town Hall! But they'll vaporize us!

You want me to do what? Runt, just do it! It'll work!

We'll survive!

I will survive?

Brake, Abby!

OK.

Floor it! Boink.

Deploy ladder, Fish!

Plan D. Plan D!

Yeah! Yeah!

Thighs hurting. Drumsticks burning.

But loving you!

Full support!

I can't get out! Come back, son!

We can't go out this way! It's dangerous.

No, Dad, I can do this! It's too dangerous.

I can do this. I can.

You gotta believe me this time.

I...

I do, son.

OK, hang on tight.

Yes! Here's your kid! Look over here!

Here's your kid!

He's OK!

He's all right! Stop the invasion!

Son! Son!

Aaaah!

I'm here, son! Dad! Look out!

Get away from my boy! Get away!

The mighty Acorns...

Tic Tac?

Why did you take our child?

Hey, hey! Just... 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!

Silence!

Release the child!

OK. OK, OK.

Sweetheart! Oh, Kirby, I'm so happy to see you! My darling!

That was close. At least they're back together.

They got their kid.

You have violated intergalactic law 90210!

A charge punishable by immediate particle disintegration!

Oh, snap.

Hmm? What's that?

Hmm. I...

I don't quite...

Melvin, honey? He's saying they're telling the truth.

It was just a misunderstanding.

Well, then. This is awkward.

Yes, it is. I suppose I should...

Put the big guns away? Yes, yes.

Now put them down. Of course.

And turn off your big voice. But I don't...

Turn it off. But...

But I don't get to use the big voice very often!

Melvin.

Yes, dear.

Hi. Uh, anyone want to try the big voice?

Again, I cannot tell you how sorry we are for this whole misunderstanding.

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