Hatching Pete Page #7

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- Exactly.

- So...

Who Was In The Suit?

Come On, Guys.

I Cannot Tell You.

We Made A Promise.

Son, We're Talking Grand

Theft Automobile Here.

That's Gta-Mobile.

So You Better

Start Talking.

Mm, Not Until I Get That

Root Beer

I Asked For, Um...

About An Hour Ago.

- ( Scoffs )

- Well, Go Get It.

Yeah, Uncle Lou.

Hey, Jack.

- What's Up?

- Lou, Can You

Give Us A Minute Here?

- Sure, Jack.

- Thanks.

Well, Cleatus,

You Know, I Just--

I Wish I Understood

Why You Did It.

Dad, You Know What?

I'm Allergic To

The Chicken Suit, Okay?

I Mean, Every Time

I Put The Thing On,

I Go Into

A Sneezing Fit

And My Body

Gets All Itchy.

I Mean, I Didn't

Want To Quit.

I Think The Main

Thing Is-- Is That--

- I Just Didn't Want

To Let You Down.

- Yeah, Yeah.

Let Me Tell You

Something, Cleatus.

I Was Allergic

To The Chicken Suit Too.

( Chuckles )

Yeah. I Know.

It's-- It Was Rough.

I-- My Sinuses

Got All Stuffed Up.

My Eyes Watered.

My Fingers Swelled Up

Like Hot Dogs.

I Just-- You Know,

I Felt Like I Was Itching

My Way Through High School.

( Sighs )

I Didn't Want To Quit Either

For The Same Reasons.

I'm Proud Of You, Cleatus.

You Had The Guts To...

Fly The Coop

Like I Should Have Done.

Thanks, Dad.

But I Mean, You're Really Okay

With Me Not Being The Chicken?

I Know It's

The Family Legacy.

I'd Rather You Be

My Happy Son...

Than A Sneezing Chicken

Any Day.

Thanks, Dad.

Uh, Dad?

Yeah?

- I Think I'm Allergic To Math.

- Yeah, I'm Not Gonna

Be Okay With That.

Okay, Cool.

Science? No.

( Panting )

( Car Horn Honks )

- Hey, Pete.

- Hey, Angela.

Where Were You?

I Didn't See You

At The Parade.

- Oh No, I Was There.

- Oh, Float Turned

Out Great, Huh?

- Yeah.

- Good Work.

Aw, I Just Did A Little

Sawing And Hammering,

Clocked Some Twine Time.

( Laughs )

Hey, How About That

Whole Chicken Thing?

It's All Anybody

Can Talk About.

- Who Do You Think It Is?

- The Chicken?

Yeah.

I Don't Know.

I Mean, Do You

Really Want To Know?

No, I-- I Guess Not.

I Mean, Yes.

Well, I Mean...

Do You

Want To Know?

Yeah.

But I'm Afraid

Once The Mystery's Over...

So Is The Magic.

- It's Sure Getting Colder.

- Am I Crazy, Pete?

- What?

- I Think I Was Actually

Falling For A Guy

In A Chicken Suit.

( Giggles )

- Really?

- You Don't Know

How Relieved I Was

To Find Out

It Wasn't Poole.

- Oh, Really?

- Yeah.

Do You Think

The Chicken'll Come Back?

Probably Not,

So Long As Everyone Wants

To Know Who's In There.

Magic's In The Mystery,

Right?

You're Right.

Wait.

No, I'm Right.

Okay, We're Both Right.

( Both Laugh )

- Hey, Do You Want A Ride?

- No, I'm Just Gonna Walk.

It's Kinda My Exercise

For The Day.

( Chuckles )

Right.

- Bye, Pete.

- See Ya.

( Horn Honks )

See That, Pete?

We Made The Newspaper.

What Are You

Doing Here, Poole?

Look, Man, I'm

Sorry I Got Caught.

Dumb, I Know.

But, I Mean, We Gotta Talk,

Decide What To Do Next.

What You Mean Next?

I Stole The Sheriff's Car.

So? Dude, You Had No Choice.

You Were Being Chased By A Mob.

You're Legally Allowed

To Do Whatever You Want

When You're Being

Chased By A Mob.

- It's In The Constitution.

- Tell It To The Sheriff.

I, Uh, Already Did.

Oh, Great.

Did You Tell

Him Who I Am?

No, Pete.

I Was Slippery

Like A-- Like

An Oiled-Up Watermelon.

Okay, Here's

What We're Gonna Do.

We're Gonna Let

The Whole Thing Die, Right?

We're Gonna

Retire The Chicken

And Let The Myth Grow.

And Then Maybe

At Our 30th Reunion,

We Tell Everybody

It Was You Who Turned

The Chicken Into A Legend.

- I Don't Know.

- Me Either.

( Marching Band

Playing )

Crowd:

Chicken! Chicken!

Chicken!

Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!

Chicken!

Chicken! Chicken!

Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!

Chicken!

Chicken! Chicken!

Attaboy, Deputy.

- Crowd:
Chicken! Chicken!

- Ready, Okay!

Hey, Roosters!

Get To It!

We Know

You Can Do It!

Do You Think He'll Come?

I Wouldn't Count On It.

Well, Aren't You Just

Dying To Know Who He Is?

Um... No.

Not Really.

...Cock-A-Doodle-Do It.

Whoo!

Crowd

Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!

Oh, Yeah!

Go Roosters!

We Rule!

- ( Crowd Groaning )

- Man:
Come On!

Man:

We Want The Chicken!

- Girl:
Oh, Man!

- Man:
Oh, Where Is He?

Man:

Let's Cock-A-Doodle-Do It!

- Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!

Come On, Everybody.

- There's The Chicken.

Kids, The Chicken

Is Back! Whoo!

- Oh, The Cops.

- Get The Chicken!

I Got Him, Uncle Lou.

Law Enforcement At

Work Here, Folks.

- ( Chicken Whimpering )

- Let Me See.

- Please, I--

- ( Crowd Gasps )

Wait A Minute.

This Isn't The Real Chicken.

- It's A Fake.

- Sheriff:
We Got

A Copycat Here.

Everyone Stand Down.

Repeat, We Have A Copycat.

Sorry, Folks.

I Couldn't Resist.

I Just Wanted

Some Attention...

- ( Handcuffs Clicking )

- ...And Love.

- Come On.

- ( Crying )

Janitors.

Let's Go!

Huddle Up!

Well, If There's No Chicken,

I'm Gonna Get On Home

And Soak My Feet.

- Out Of My Way,

Dill Pickle.

- Watch It.

Out Of My-- You--

( Grumbling )

- Man:
Come On,

Let's Get Out Of Here!

- Come On! Where's Your Spirit?

Woman:

Let's Go Find

The Real Chicken!

- Poole.

- Tommy:
To Tip-Off We Go.

( Whistle Blows )

( Buzzer Sounds )

Whatever.

Come On, Let's Go.

- ( Whistle Blows )

- ( Buzzer Sounds )

Frank:

Friday Night's Game

Was The Biggest Crowd

In Rooster

Basketball History.

For The First

10 Minutes, Anyhow.

Seems To Me

People Only Come

To See The Chicken.

Hmmm, You Know,

I'm Pretty Sure

People Go To

Basketball Games

To Watch Basketball.

But Maybe You're Right,

Maybe They Just Want To See

A Chicken Act Like A Fool.

It's Becoming

An Economic Issue, Coach.

- ( Groans )

- There's Been A Substantial

Increase In The Sale

Of Game Tickets.

Most Importantly,

The Town's Pride Quotient

Has Increased

Significantly Friday Nights.

Now It's A Simple Question:

How Can We Get

The Chicken To Come Back?

Well, I Suspect

One Thing On His Mind

Is The Little Matter

Of The Sheriff's Car.

Well, I Spoke To Lou

And He's Willing To

Drop All Charges.

What? That's Not Fair,

He Stole The Sheriff's Car!

Come On, Corky,

Who Here Among Us

Has Never Stolen

A Sheriff's Car

When We Were Young?

Huh?

Anyhow, The Chicken--

Let's Not Forget

The Reason He Stole The Car

In The First Place

Was To Prevent Himself

From Being Unmasked.

We Need To Convince

That Chicken

That If He Shows Up Again,

He Won't Be Touched.

Well, How Are We

Gonna Do That?

Ah.

( Feedback )

So Our Objective

Is To Get The Chicken Back.

We're Certain That

He Is Here Among You

At This Very Moment.

Whoever You Are,

We Want To Assure You

That All Vehicular Theft

Charges Have Been Dropped

And That No One

Will Expose You.

Whoever Even Tries,

Will Be Given Double

Permanent Suspension.

And Endure

Eternal Misfortune

Which I Will

Personally Inflict!

Coach Mackey

Speaks For All Of Us.

We Need You Back, Chicken.

Come Back,

You Big Chicken!

We Love You!

And We Need You.

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