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and you don't wanna lose your friends.

- That's blackmail!

- That's showbiz!

Make-up!

- Here, kitty, kitty.

Ohhoho, acceleration!

Ow!

(TV playing)

Aah!

- Stand by

- Stand by!

- Quiet on the set.

- Quiet on the set!

- Hey, shut up.

- King, I'm sorry.

- Don't talk to me, I'm thinkin'.

- Roll sound.

- Speed.

- Where are they?

- They're in Pinky's trailer outside.

- Mark it.

42A, take two.

(clack)

- Oh yeah!

Hang on, honey.

(engine revving)

That's not in the script.

- Stop those birds!

Get them back!

- Look, there it is!

- Hoohoho, annihilation, abominations.

Hold still, ow.

(screaming)

Watch out, King!

- Whoa!

- Oh no, no, I've killed him.

- Chanticleer!

- Hi, fellas.

- He's dead, he's dead,

he's dead, he's dead!

- Hey fellas, I'm sorry about this.

- Jumpin' Jehosaphat!

- He's not dead, untie me!

(engines roaring)

Oh no!

- Let's get him out of here.

- Who's there?

- Oh no, not Pinky's Caddy.

- Can you drive a car?

- Piece of cake.

Edmond, you steer.

- Steer?

I can't, I've n ever driven a car,

- Edmond, do it.

- We'll crash.

- Don't be such a fraidy-cat!

- Hey!

- Whoa!

- Edmond, open your eyes!

- Uh-oh, look!

- Abomination!

Oww!

- Come on, Edmond, we

gotta lose that trailer.

- How?

- Edmond, cats are climbers.

- I'm a boy!

- Just climb down there--

- What? I can't.

- Don't be such a sissy!

- I'll fall!

- You're a cat, you won't fall!

- I will!

- Oh, I'll do it myself.

You're such a scaredy-cat.

(screams)

Edmond!

- Patou, help!

Hold on!

(screams)

Help!

Peepers!

- Don't be a fraidy-cat.

Fraidy-cat...

- I'm not afraid of anything.

(voices overlapping)

- No!

Stop!

Guys, we're gonna go back and get her!

(tires screech)

(horn honking)

- Oh sure, they wanna play chicken, eh?

- Don't worry, boss, I ain't turnin'.

- Idiot, that's my car!

- Whoa!

- Snipes, the brake!

I think she landed up here.

Peepers!

Come on, we gotta find her!

- Ooh, my baby!

My beautiful baby.

What are you lookin' at?

Get up there!

- Peepers!

- Oh King, wake up.

Oh, my shoes!

(grunting)

- Bozo!

- Snipes!

- We're trapped, we're

trapped, we're trapped.

- Don't look down!

(metal creaking)

- This is it, fellas, we're goin' down.

- Snipes, do something!

- Don't let go!

(screaming)

- What a catch!

Bring 'em in, Murray.

Murray?

- Murray, who's Murray?

- Peepers!

- Edmond!

Let's have some help up

here, this is the Quirky X62

and these things are craaazy!

- The King, he's gone and I'm ruined!

- Oh no no no!

- Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Gentlemen, go down and

invite our friends to dinner.

- Hoo, hoo, hoo!

We are the creatures of the night

And we invite you all for dinner

There's plenty of food to go around

When the food is you

- Who, me?

Yes, you

We thought a picnic would be nice

And we're so pleased

that you could join us

We're glad you're home, trick or treat

Fa la la la la la

How sweet

Now's the time, say your prayers

Time's up

Fa la la la la la, how sweet

Fa la la la la, let's eat

- Please, pass the pork.

(laughing)

Excellent, gentlemen, excellent.

(screaming)

- Alright you owls, this is Edmond.

It's over for you, we've got Chanticleer!

(cheering)

Where's my mom and dad?

I can't see them.

- Don't worry, we'll find them.

(rotors whirring)

(screams)

- Ooh...

- How is he, Goldie?

(groaning)

- I think he's waking up.

- Good, let's go in for a landing.

- Hold on!

- Ta-da, annihilation!

- Oh!

(humming "Ride of the Valkyries")

- Aah!

- [Peepers] She's going down!

Abandon ship, abandon ship!

(laughing)

- Is it time for the show?

- King, you're heavy.

- Show me that stage, and gimme that mic.

Oooh, where am I?

- Chanti, you're home.

- Huh?

Ooh, I feel like I've been

hit by a 800-pound mule.

What's happening?

- There's no time to explain.

- Chanticleer, you gotta

crow and you gotta crow now.

- The owls could be here any second.

- Who are you?

- He's a friend, now please, crow!

- Oh, I can't, I don't know if I ever did.

- Of course you did!

- Chanti, we were wrong.

- It's your job to bring up the sun.

- It hasn't shined since you left.

- Ah, but look.

(wheezing)

Cock-a-doo...

Doo...

- Uh-oh.

- Aw, guys, it's no use.

All I do now is sing the blues.

Hmph, "the King."

- We don't want the King,

we want Chanticleer!

(gasping)

- The Duke!

(growls)

(laughing)

- I know it's frightfully

impolite to eavesdrop like this,

but are you by any chance

having trouble with your throat?

Nothing to say?

Cock-a-doodle-doo?

- Stop it!

Chanti, crow!

- Shut up, you!

- Come on, you guys!

Show him we believe.

- I told you to be quiet!

- Chanticleer, Chanticleer, Chanticleer,

Chanticleer, Chanticleer!

(choking)

- Duke, leave him alone,

it's me you want, not him.

(laughing)

- Chanticleer...

Chanticleer.

- Very stupid, Patou.

- Chanticleer, Chanticleer, Chanticleer.

- Look here, quiet!

- [All] Chanticleer,

Chanticleer, Chanticleer.

(all chanting)

- Fools, all of you.

Silence!

I'll give you Chanticleer!

- [All] Chanticleer,

Chanticleer, Chanticleer!

(maniacal laughter)

- Look, it's comin' up without him

- You're a phony.

- Are you by any chance having

a little trouble with your throat?

- You're a phony.

- It's coming up without him.

- It's your job to bring up the sun.

- It hasn't shined since you left.

(gasping)

- Chanticleer, you gotta

crow and you gotta crow now.

- Cock-a-dooooo,

Cock-a-dooooo,

Cock-a-dooooo.

(yelling)

(coughing)

- Hehehehe!

- Hunch, it's me, Uncle Dukey.

- Uncle Dukey?

Come here.

- Hunch, no!

(chuckling)

- Animation, it's music to my ears.

Hold still, you little twerp!

Aggravation, abomination, alienation.

(laughing)

- [Patou] Well, our journey

had finally come to an end.

Old Chanticleer was back

to stay, the sun was up,

the rain had stopped, and

the owls were gone for good.

Everything seemed to be

turning out just fine,

except for one thing, Edmond.

We just didn't know how to help him.

(gasps)

- He was a little boy.

- Oh, he was a handsome little boy.

Edmond, Edmond...

- Edmond, Edmond.

Edmond...

Edmond, Edmond, come on honey, wake up.

(whimpering)

Wake up, honey.

- Mom, Mom!

Look, I'm not furry anymore!

I'm a boy!

- Lie down, sweetheart.

- Mom, is that the sun?

- Mm-hmm.

Edmond, Edmond, get back into bed.

- Wow.

- Okay, take a look.

- Look, Mom, Chanticleer raised the sun.

- Hi Edmond, how you doing, son?

- Fine, but what happened

to Chanti and the gang?

Mom, where are they?

- Edmond, Chanticleer is just a storybook.

Those characters are only make-believe.

Now come on, let's get back to bed.

- No mom, no they're not, I saw them.

I bet they're wondering

what happened to me.

I wanna tell them I'm okay.

- I'm sure they know.

- Ypu think so?

- They'll be just fine.

- [Patou] Edmond's mom

was right, of course,

but she didn't know why.

She also never knew just what

stopped the rain that night,

but that just goes to show you,

with a little help from your friends,

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