Chicken Run
- Shush!
I'm stuck!
- Get back.
- Hmm!
- Mr. Tweedy.
- Eh?
What is that chicken
doing outside the fence?
Oh! I don't know, love. L...
Just deal with it.
Now!
I'll teach you to make
a fool out of me.
Now let that be a lesson
to the lot of ya!
No chicken escapes
from Tweedy's farm!
Oh!
Morning, Ginger.
Back from holiday?
I wasn't on holiday,
Babs.
I was in
solitary confinement.
Oh, it's nice to get a bit
of time to yourself, isn't it?
Roll call!
Come along now.
You'll be late for parade.
Pip, pip. Quick march.
Left, right, left, right.
- Left, right, left, right!
Come on. Smarten up.
- Ooh!
Discipline! Order!
Back in my R.A.F. Days when the
senior officer called for a scramble,
you'd hop in the old crate
and tallyho.
- Chocks away!
- Give over, you old fool.
They just want to count us.
Oh, how dare you talk back
- Why, back in my R.A.F. Days...
- Fowler, they're coming. Back in line.
- Oh, right, right.
- Oh!
There will be a stern reprimand
for you, lad. You're grounded.
Attention!
Welcome back, hen.
Is there a new plan?
I thought we tried
goin' under.
Ah! Over. Right.
How's the egg count?
I've laid five eggs
this morning. Five!
- Well-chuffed with that, I was...
- Shush!
Oh, no. Edwina.
Bunty, why didn't you
give her some of yours?
I would have. She didn't tell me.
She didn't tell anyone.
Oh, is Edwina
off on holiday?
We've got to get out of here.
Ginger!
Are we still on?
Oh, we're on, all right.
Spread the word, Mac.
Meeting tonight in hut 17.
Oh!
You called? Nick and...
- Fetcher.
- At your service.
Over here.
We need some
more things.
Right you are, miss.
- How about this quality
handcrafted tea set?
- Uh, no.
- Or this lovely necklace and pendant?
- It's love...
Or this beautiful little number,
all the rage in the fashionable
chicken coops of Paris.
Simply pop it on like so,
and as the French hens say,
"Voila!"
That's French.
That's two hats in one, miss.
For parties, for weddings.
Oh, but madame, this makes you
look like a vision, like a dream.
- Like a duck.
- No, thank you.
We're making this. We need these things.
Can you get them?
Oh, oh, oh,
this is a big job, miss.
Oh, bigger than the others.
No, no. This is gonna cost.
Same as always.
One bag of seed.
- You call this pay?
- It's chicken feed.
- What else could we give you?
- Eggs.
- Eggs?
- Eggs.
- We can't give you our eggs.
They're too valuable.
- And so are we.
After you, Fetcher.
After I what?
- Move!
- Ooh!
Hmm.
Twenty-two and nine.
Fourteen shillings
and threepence.
Seven and sixpence times three.
Two and nine.
Fourpence halfpenny.
D-oh! Stupid,
worthless creatures!
I'm sick and tired of
making minuscule profits.
Hmm.
Hmm!
Oh, yes.
Those chickens
are up to something.
Quiet.
I'm onto something.
They're organized. I know it.
- I said, quiet.
- That ginger one.
- Mr. Tweedy!
I may finally have found a way
to make us some real money around here,
and what are you on about?
Ridiculous notions
of escaping chickens.
- But... But...
- It's all in your head,
Mr. Tweedy. Say it!
It's all in me head.
It's all in me head.
Now, you keep telling
yourself that,
because I don't want to hear
another word about it.
- Is that clear?
- Yes, love.
But you know that ginger one...
They're chickens,
you dolt!
Apart from you, they're the most
stupid creatures on this planet.
They don't plot, they don't scheme,
and they are not organized!
- Order! Order!
- Quiet, everyone. Settle down.
I would like to call to order...
Please, if you could just settle...
Let's have some discipline
in the ranks! What, what!
- Thank you, Fowler.
- In my R.A.F. Days,
we were never allowed to waste time
with unnecessary chitchat.
Yes, thank you, Fowler.
L...
Right!
Carry on.
Now, I know our last escape
attempt was a bit of a fiasco,
but Mac and I have come up
with a brand-new plan.
- Show 'em, Mac.
the wire and that didn't work.
So, the plan is,
we go over it.
- This is us, right?
We get in like this.
Wind her up
and... let her go!
Good grief!
The turnip's bought it!
Farmer's coming!
Operation Cover-up!
Whee!
Ouch!
Hmm.
Huh?
- Mr. Tweedy!
- Ooh. Ouch.
- Where are you?
- Ooh. It's all in your head.
It's all in your head.
It's all in your head.
Think, everyone, think.
What haven't we tried yet?
Uh...
We haven't tried
not trying to escape.
Hmm. That might work.
What about Edwina?
How many more empty nests
will it take?
Perhaps it wouldn't be empty
if she'd spent more time layin'
and less time escapin'.
So laying eggs
all your life...
and then getting plucked, stuffed
and roasted is good enough for you?
It's a livin'.
You know what the problem is?
The fences aren't just round the farm.
They're up here in your heads.
There's a better place out there
somewhere beyond that hill,
and it has wide open spaces
and lots of trees...
and grass.
Can you imagine that?
Cool, green grass.
- Who feeds us?
- We feed ourselves.
- Well, where's the farm?
- There is no farm.
- Then where does the farmer live?
- There is no farmer, Babs.
- Is he on holiday?
- He isn't anywhere. Don't you get it?
There's no morning head count, no
farmers, no dogs and coops and keys...
and no fences.
In all my life I've never
heard such a fantastic...
load of tripe!
Oh, face the facts, ducks.
The chances of us gettin' out of here
are a million to one.
Then there's still a chance.
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.
What am I doing?
Who are you trying to fool?
You can't lead this bunch of...
Oh, heaven help us.
Freedom!
Huh?
Whoa!
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
You've been a wonderful audience.
- Ouch!
- Oh, yes.
- That's it.
Get him inside quickly.
This is our way out of here.
We'll make posters?
No. What's on the poster, Babs.
What's on the poster. We'll fly out!
He must be very important
to have his picture taken.
What do you suppose he does?
Isn't it obvious?
He's a professional flying rooster.
He flies from farm to farm,
giving demonstrations.
- Do you suppose?
- Oh, absolutely.
Not in the dark, no.
No, not in there. No.
Get out. Good.
Gotta get...
Who are you?
Where am I? What's goin' on?
Ouch! What happened
to my wing?
And sprained the anterior tendon
connecting your radius to your humerus.
I gave it a wee bit of a tweak,
Jimmy, and wrapped her up.
- Was that English?
- She said you sprained your wing.
She fixed it.
- I made the bandage.
- L-I carried you in.
- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa! Whoa.
Let's back up
and start from the top. Where am I?
You're right. How rude of us.
We're just very excit...
This is a chicken farm.
And we're the chickens.
Yeah, with you so far.
Chicken farm, chickens...
I don't like the look of this one.
His eyes are too close together.
- Father, please.
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