Chicken Run Page #3

egg collection and minuscule profits.

No more eggs?

But we've always been egg farmers.

Me father and his father and all

their fathers. They was always...

Poor! Worthless.

Nothings.

But all that's about to change.

This will take Tweedy's farm

out of the dark ages...

and into full-scale

automated production.

- Melisha Tweedy will be poor no longer.

Ooh!

I'll put it together

then, shall I?

This isn't good, Mac.

Whatever's in those boxes is for us,

and I don't think it's softer hay.

Aye, hen. And I hate

to be the voice of doom,

but I've been calculating my figures,

and I just don't think

we're built for flyin'.

But I saw him.

He flew in over that fence.

Aye, aye, I believe you,

but if we could

just see it for ourselves,

that may answer some questions.

You're right. I'm sorry.

We've been at this all week,

and we're getting nowhere.

If his wing were better, he could...

Oh! I'll have a word with him.

Where is he?

They didn't give me this medal

for being a Yank nanny.

A simple "I don't know"

would suffice.

Beware of that one,

young Ginger.

That Yank is not

to be trusted.

That Yank is our ticket

out of here.

And the pig says to the horse,

"Hey, fella, why the long face?"

Oh, oh, look, look.

Oh. Cocktail!

Give over!

So, um, anyway...

Remember those flying tips tomorrow.

They're very important.

Keep thinking

those flighty thoughts.

Oh, yeah.

They're swell chicks.

They really are.

Look at what Babs made me.

A beak warmer. Isn't that the cutest?

And that Bunty. She really packs a punch.

Is there a problem here?

- Have we flown over that fence?

- Not quite.

- Then there's a problem.

- Good things come to those

who wait, doll face.

Ginger!

- Okay, how long did it take you?

- To do what?

To learn how to fly.

Apples and oranges, baby doll.

I'm gifted. They're not.

You can't compare

the two, okay?

The point is,

these things take time.

Which we are rapidly

running out of.

- We haven't even lifted

off the ground. Why?

- Thrust.

I went over my calculations,

and I figured the key element

we're missing is thrust.

L-I didn't get

a word of that.

Thrust! Other birds like ducks

and geese, when they take off,

what do they have? Thrust.

I swear she ain't

usin' real words.

- She said we need more thrust.

- Oh, thrust.

Well, of course, we need thrust.

Thrust and flying are like this.

That's flying and that's thrust.

- Would you excuse us?

- Aye.

Ah, the wing,

the wing, the wing.

If we don't see some results

by tomorrow, the deal is off,

and you're on your own.

No more hiding.

The farmers will find you,

and it's back to the circus, flyboy.

You're the first chick I ever met

with the shell still on.

Sleep tight, angel face. The Rock's

on the case.

Ginger!

Whew!

Cock-a-doodle-doo! What, what.

- Oh, it was a beaut, guv'nor.

- Hmm?

A fine piece of work,

if I do say so meself.

- I say so meself too.

- I wish I could have seen it.

We slipped into the farmer's room,

all quiet like.

- Like a fish.

- Yeah, and we...

"Like a fish"?

You stupid Norbert.

Anyway, guv, here it is.

- El merchandiso.

- That's Spanish.

- What are these two crooks doing here?

- So, you know each other.

She don't think

we're valuable.

Guys, you are

without a doubt the sneakiest,

most light-fingered

thieving parasites I've ever met.

- Oh, don't, don't. Stop it.

- I've gone bright red.

So, uh, how about them eggs?

- Eggs? Don't tell me

you promised them...

- Yep!

Promised them every egg

I lay this month.

And when can we expect

the first installment?

I'm brewing one up as we speak, guys.

I'll keep you posted.

Pleasure doing business

with you, sir.

Sucker.

- What?

- You've lied to them.

I didn't lie, doll face.

I just... omitted certain truths.

I'll give them exactly

what I promised.

- Which is nothing.

- Which is what I'll give them.

And what

will you give us?

Thrust!

You okay, sweetheart? Good, good.

Now this is just

a little helper.

Something to get you going.

It's a thrust exercise.

- The tension's killing me.

- It's gonna kill her!

- Release!

- Whoa!

Come on! Flap!

You can do it.

Flap, flap, flap!

Yes, yes, yes!

Is that your first offense?

- Oops. -

Roll call!

I haven't laid any eggs.

- Hide me.

- Three days and not one.

- Oh, no!

- Why didn't you tell us, Babs?

- Hide me!

We've been so busy

with the flying...

- They're coming!

- Hide me!

Hide yourself!

Oh!

Double their food rations,

Mr. Tweedy.

I want them all

as fat as this one.

Oh!

All of me life flashed

before me eyes!

It was really borin'.

Chicken feed.

My favorite!

Wait. Wait.

Ooh!

No. Wait!

Babs, please! Bunty!

Stop it! Wait!

Stop!

Stop it!

Something is wrong here.

Can't you see that?

Strange boxes

arrive in the barn.

Babs stops laying, but they

don't take her to the chop,

and now they're giving us

extra food.

Don't you see what's happening?

They're fattening us up.

- They're going to kill us all.

Whoa, whoa! Heavy alert.

- She didn't mean that, gals.

- Do you mind?

Keep eating.

Save some for me.

What are you doing?

How dare you! Let go of me!

Listen. I've met some

hard-boiled eggs in my day,

but I'd say you're about 20 minutes.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means you got to lighten up.

Over in America,

we have this rule.

If you want to motivate someone,

don't mention death.

Funny. Over here, the rule is:

Always tell the truth.

That's been working like

a real charm, hasn't it?

Here's some free advice.

You want them to perform?

Tell them what they wanna hear.

You mean lie.

Here we go again.

You know what your problem is?

You're... difficult.

Why? Because I'm honest?

I care about what happens to them,

something I wouldn't expect a lone

free ranger to know anything about.

If this is the way you show it,

I hope you never care about me.

- I can assure you, I never will.

- Good!

- Fine!

What's all this?

Well, here she is.

Ask and you shall receive.

- That's biblical.

- That's real craftsmanship

is what it is.

- Solid as a rock.

- Ooh!

- It's supposed to do that.

- It's perfect, guys.

- And how's that egg coming?

This is a double yolker.

- I don't see what this has to do with...

You will.

We've been workin' too hard.

Time to kick back a bit,

shake those tail feathers.

Look at him.

Nellypodging around like a...

Oh, good heavens.

What's happenin'?

That's called a beat, sister.

Feel it pulsing through your body?

Oh, yes. Pulsing.

Fancy that.

Hey, well,

then go with it, baby.

Oh, my. Look!

I'm going with it!

Bunty, what's got into you?

Same thing that's got

into you apparently.

Flip, flop, fly

- I don't care if I die

- Just go with the flow, gal!

- Flip, flop, fly

- Let it go!

I don't care if I die

Don't ever leave me

Don't ever say good-bye

Now, see here. I don't

recall authorizing a hop.

Oh, shut up and dance.

- Oh! Oh!

- What are you sobbing about, you nancy?

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