Now, where to begin?
How 'bout, "Once upon a time"?
How many times have you heard that to begin a story?
Let's do somethin' else. I got it, I got it,
here we go. Here's how to open a movie!
No, I don't think so. It sounds familiar. Doesn't it, to you?
Oh, no, no, not the book.
How many have seen "opening the book" before?
- Close the book. We're not doing that.
Here's what we're gonna do.
Why don't I just go back to the day
things took a turn for the worse?
Run for your lives! Everyone run for cover!
SOS! Mayday! Mayday!
Code red! Duck and cover!
You're all in danger!
Ah!
Run for cover!
Run for your lives!
Emergency! Emergency!
Whoa!
- Whoa! - Aaah!
Look out! Take cover!
Run for cover!
Chicken Little! What is it? What's going on?
The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
- The sky is falling? - Are you crazy?
No, no, no! It's true! Come with me!
No. Son? What?
It happened under the old oak tree!
I'm not making this up. It's here.
There's a piece of the sky somewhere...
...somewhere on the ground.
It was shaped like that!
- It looks like a stop sign? - Yes!
Only it doesn't say "stop" and it's blue and it has a cloud on it.
And it hit me on the head!
- It looked like a stop sign. - Wait! What's that?
- Son, is this what hit you? - What?
Oh, no, Dad. It was definitely a piece of the sky!
Piece of the sky. It's OK, everyone!
- Dad, no. - There's been, like, a little mistake.
It was just an acorn that-that hit my son. A little acorn.
- No! Dad, no. - Quiet, son.
This is embarrassing enough already.
Chicken Little! What were you thinkin'?
Why put your town's safety in jeopardy?
How could you mistake a stop sign for an acorn?
- But it... a big acorn level fluh. - What did he say?
- A big acorn level fluh... - It was a big acorn?
- An ape throwing coleslaw? - A big acorn level fluh...
Gesundheit!
Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish,
- gibberish of an insane person. - Come on, Buck!
Your kid went and scared us all half to death!
Well, what can I tell you, folks, my son,
you know... Kids do crazy stuff. You have kids. It's...
No, Dad. It wasn't an acorn.
It was... it was a piece of the sky. Really, it was.
You gotta believe me.
A movie. A movie.
They're makin' a movie.
When? When will everybody forget your big mistake?
First it was all over the papers, then they wrote a book about it,
then the book on tape, then the board game,
the spoons with your face on it...
...and the Web site, the commemorative plates.
- You saw them, right? - Yeah. I saw them.
Can't eat off 'em.
- They're not microwave-safe. - You saw the billboards?
I saw them.
Ha! There's a bumper sticker. I knew it was only a matter of time.
Billboards I could live with. Posters I could even live with.
But a bumper sticker. It's... it's like glued on forever.
It doesn't matter. You know why? Because I've got a plan.
Yeah, about that. Well, remember how I told you
it would be better for you to lay low,
don't call attention to yourself?
- Yes, but I... - See, it's like a game.
Yeah, a game of hide-and-seek,
except the goal is never to be found, ever!
Great!
Now, we've got a plan, right?
I'll see ya later! Remember, lay low.
Yeah. OK.
Bye.
Look, Mama! There's the crazy chicken!
Yes, it is! Crazy chicken. You're so smart. We don't make eye contact. Bye!
That's it. Today is a new day.
How's it going?
Ahem.
- Very well. Foxy Loxy. - Present, pretty, punctual.
Goosey Loosey.
Master Runt of the Litter.
Present and accounted for, Mr. Woolensworth.
Oop! Dropped my pencil!
Whoa! Ahh!
- Loser! - Henny Penny.
- Here. - Ducky Lucky.
- Here. - Fuzzy Wuzzy.
- Here. - Morkubine Porcupine.
- Yo. - Fish Out of Water.
Quite. Abby Mallard.
Ugly duckling.
Class! I will not tolerate rude behavior
- at the expense of a fellow... - No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.
Yah!
You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly... uh, Abby.
- Where was I? - Ugly duckling.
Oh, yes.
Chicken Little.
Hmm.
- Tardy again. - Tardy again. Hmm.
Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in Mutton.
- He. - Baa.
- She. - Baa.
- They. - Baa.
- We. - Baa.
OK, everyone. Listen up!
I don't wanna hear any quacks, tweets, oinks, whinnies
or cocklee-doodle-doos when I say... dodgeball.
Oh, man.
Pump it up! Pump it, pump it, pump it!
Split into two teams. Popular versus unpopular.
- Coach? - Yeah, unpopular?
Shouldn't we review safety guidelines?
Sure! Hit the pig, kids!
Aaah!
Look out!
Calm down, Runt. Just...
Just do what Fish is doing.
Whew!
- Tough morning? - A run-in with my old nemesis.
- Gum in the crosswalk? - He won this round.
- Your old foe! - Mm-hmm.
- Incoming on your right. - Thank you!
Aah!
Yeah, I heard about the movie. Tough break.
- Yeah. - Maybe it'll just go straight to video.
That's the least of my problems.
This morning... this morning my dad told me I should basically disappear.
But that's not gonna get me down.
I've got a plan. You want to hear about it?
- Uh-oh. - No, no, no! This one's good.
Look, one moment destroyed my life, right? One moment.
- Warthog at 3:00! - I see him!
- Yes! - So I figure all I need is a chance...
All I need is a chance to do something great
to make everyone forget the "sky falling" thing once and for all.
And then my dad'll finally have a reason to be proud of me.
Time out!
Nurse!
- Hi, Tiffany! - Hey, man, what's goin' on?
So, what do you think?
OK, listen.
You said the sky was falling.
- Your dad didn't support you. - I...
And you have been hurting inside ever since, right?
- It's hurt. It stung. OK? - It's hurt, but... Yes.
- That's the nutshell. - OK. Yes, but...
- No. Buh-buh... - But, it's...
What's got to happen now is the nut needs to be cracked open.
And not one little chip at a time, but... bam!
Smash! Bits of emotion flying everywhere! Anger! Frustration!
Denial! Fear! Deep depression, in fact!
You see what I'm saying?
Uh...
All right, forget the nut part. Here's the main thing.
You have got to stop messing around, and deal with the problem.
- OK, yes, but... - Here's the real solution.
You and your dad talk-talk-talking... closure!
- Closure? - Closure,
talking about something until it's resolved.
Wait! Hold on! See? Look.
There's a whole section about it in this month's Modern Mallard.
- Incredibly appropriate! - I told you, I have a plan.
Yeah, but according to Cosmo Duck,
you should "stop the squawk and try the talk."
Beautiful Duckling says,
"Avoiding closure with your parents can cause early molting."
See? Closure.
Repeat after me. You, your dad, talk-talk...
Abby, listen! Talking's a waste of time.
I got to do something great so my dad doesn't think I'm such a loser.
Come on. You are not a loser.
You're inventive and resourceful and funny and cute and...
What?
Yeah... uh, Runt!
Should Chicken Little have a good talk with his dad and clear the air
or keep searching for Band-Aid solutions and never deal with the problem?
Band-Aid solutions!
- Runt! - Well, I'm sorry!
I'm very bad at reading facial cues.
Fish, help me out here.
Men.
'T was beauty that killed the beast.
I guess only girls are good at honest communication and sensitivity.
That does it! We were in a time-out, Foxy!
Prepare to hurt. And I don't mean emotionally, like I do.
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!
Whoa!
We will save you!
Fall back! Mad goose!
Chicken Little!
Not showing up for class, inappropriate school attire,
picking fights in gym class and the fire alarm?
Ever since that "sky falling" incident, he's been nothing but trouble!
Now look, Buck.
You know I have the utmost respect for you.
I mean, you were Buck "Ace" Cluck,
our school baseball star.
But let's face the facts.
Your kid, he's nothing like you at all.
OK.
Thank you for talking to me. I'll take care of my son.
I... Dad, it wasn't my fault.
- It was Foxy. She's always... - All right. It's fine.
You don't have to explain anything.
Uh...
Uh... Hey, Dad?
I was thinkin'. Yeah, what if I?
What if?
What if I joined the baseball team?
Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?!
Sorry, there, buddy! Sorry, sorry.
Baseball? Son, we talked about this.
Yeah, right. But, you know, that was when I was small.
I put on five ounces this year. I've really bulked up.
Really, son? Baseball. Are you sure?
Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, you know, hey, why not, right?
- Yeah, why not, but why? - Well, Dad,
you were such a big baseball star in high school.
You could give me some pointers.
But, son, you know, I'm just wondering...
Maybe baseball isn't exactly your thing, you know?
Have you considered the chess team or the glee club?
And some teenagers, you know, they get quite a rush from stamp collecting.
- No. - Wanna stop? We'll get some stamps.
- I don't like stamps. - Colors, colorful things...
No, I was thinkin' baseball!
I can't wait to see the look on your face
when I smack that ball in for a touchdown!
Dad... Um, I'm kidding.
That was a... that was a joke.
Just do me one favor, son.
Why, sure, Dad. Anything.
Just please try not to get your hopes too high.
Yeah, but Dad, I mean, I...
I mean, I think I can...
I...
OK, Dad.
Oh, Chloe. If only you were here.
You'd know what to do.
- That's my boy! - Gee, thanks, Dad!
Come on. All I need is a chance.
Lean to the left Lean to the right
C'mon Acorns Fight, fight, fight! Go, Acorns!
There's excitement in the air, ladies and gentlemen.
It's been two decades since Oakey Oaks has beaten rivals
the Spud Valley Taters.
Down by only a single run, and with a player in scoring position,
we finally have a chance again.
This excitement isn't about the fun of baseball, it's not about the prize.
It's about gloating and rubbing their noses in it,
the "Nah-nah-na-na-na! We beat you!" taunting, if you will,
- that comes with the winning. - Yeah!
That's right. Oakey Oaks and the Honorable Mayor Turkey Lurkey
will finally have bragging rights again for one full year!
But this battle has taken a heavy toll on our hometown heroes.
After nine grueling innings and several players out with injuries,
the Acorns are scraping the bottom of the roster.
Hopefully, there's just enough muscle on the bench to pull out a win.
Up next... Chicken Little.
Clearly a long shot, folks.
Little hasn't been up to bat once since joining the team.
- He's gonna lose the game for us! - Wait!
If he can get a walk and advance to first, that powerhouse
Foxy Loxy can step up and save us all.
She's had a terrific game so far. A shoo-in for the MVP trophy.
OK, kid, listen up.
You have an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny strike zone.
There's no way he can throw you out! Take the walk. Don't swing.
- I have a good feeling... - Look at me. Don't swing.
Take the walk. You hear me? Just take the walk!
- But, coach, wait! - Don't swing!
Nervous, gangly, barely able to hold the pine,
Little advances to the box. He's going to bat from the right.
Make it the left. No, the right.
- The right. - Easy out!
Left field's found something better to do,
center field's got a hunger pang in his second stomach
- and right field's digging for grubs. - Play ball!
Why him?
Why now?
I won't embarrass you, Dad. Not this time.
Here's the wind-up, the pitch! It's a high cutter.
Ball!
Uh... Strike one!
I'm not going to sugarcoat it. I've seen roadkill with faster reflexes.
The catcher lays down the signals. Here's the pitch.
Curve ball low and outside, he swings!
Stee-rike two!
Ohh!
I said, don't swing!
Don't swing!
- No! - Batter up!
That's two in the hole!
One more strike, it's a punch out, folks,
and we're all going home.
Today is a new day.
Don't swing!
Well, take away my squeaky toy! It's a hit!
- A hit? - A hit?
A hit?
The batter is unbelievably at home plate.
He's standing in a daze. Run, kid, run!
Go, son! Run! Run!
Run!
There he goes, the wrong way.
- Wait, wait, wait! - No, no! Not that way!
- Run the other way! - Turn around!
He's turned! I've never said these words before,
but he's actually rounding home plate!
- Goosey steps on home... - A new day!
A tie game! They're scrambling in the alley.
Looks like Rodriguez has it. Nope, it's the center fielder!
Mayhem in the outfield, as Rodriguez is fired to second.
Catch is complete, but where's the ball?
Little touches the bag and keeps going. A hunt for the rock.
The fielders are having trouble. Commotion out there!
- It's stuck! It's stuck! - Tip the cow!
It's the old tip-the-cow play.
He heads for the hot corner, a stand-up triple!
- Yes! - Hold up! No!
He's going for the whole enchilada!
The ball of wax, kit and caboodle!
Go back! You're never gonna make it!
Tries to lighten his load!
The outfield behind, Little's on all cylinders!
He slides for the dish!
It's going to be a photo finish at home!
You're out!
Oh, folks. Folks, what a heartbreaker.
- Wait! - Wait!
Wait a cotton-picking second. Hold your horses, here,
and horses hold your breath. This might not be over. He...
He's...
Safe! The runner is safe!
It's all over, folks!
The Acorns have done the impossible!
For the first time in 20 years, we won the pennant!
Mothers, kiss your babies! You've witnessed a miracle!
Remember where you were at this moment. The smells! The sounds!
There's a new winner in town and his name is Chicken Little!
That was just a lucky hit!
Yes, Chicken Little, it's all yours!
The victory, the triumph, the glory!
And getting doused with a sticky drink that soaks into your undies
and chafes for hours!
This is one memory you'll savor forever!
Yeah!
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Yes, yes, yes! We won! We won! That's my boy out there!
That's my boy!
Yow!
Here's the wind-up and the pitch!
- A knuckleball! - He swings!
- Crack! - It's going.
- He rounds first, to second! - Hits high off the wall!
He flies past third and heads for the plate!
It's a scramble for the ball! It's gonna be close!
He is safe!
- The mighty Acorns win! - Yes! Acorns win!
The mighty Acorns win!
Yeah!
Jeez, you know,
I guess that puts the whole "sky is falling" incident
behind us once and for all. Hey, kiddo?
You bet, Dad.
I...
Unless you think we need... closure?
Closure? What's to close here?
Unless you think we need to close...
- Not me. - It's closed!
- I agree. Vacuum sealed. - Shut tight!
OK, great, Dad. You... Closure, I dunno.
All right. Enough fun.
Good talk. Good talk, son.
- Here, I'll give you a push. - Rock me a little. Help me.
- OK. - OK, I'm up.
Hey.
Good night, Ace.
Here's the wind-up... and the pitch!
Whoo-hoo!
Thanks.
Thanks for the chance.
Oh...
No!
A piece of the sky?!
Shaped like a stop sign?! Not again!
Hey! Son! You all right? I'm coming!
I'm coming! I'm comin' upstairs!
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
You sure? I thought I heard you yell.
No.
Uh, I, uh...
I fell out of bed.
Huh?
- How'd you get over there? - Over where?
- There. There! - Where?
How'd you get over there?
Who're we talking about?
Never mind. What's the difference? Look, the past is behind us, right?
- Mmm. - Tomorrow's gonna be a new day.
Please be gone, please be gone, please be gone...
Good.
Ah!
No.
I gotta call Abby!
- Uh-huh. - Uh-huh.
Hello! Mallard residence.
Runt! Quiet! I'm on the phone!
Runt!
Oh...
Hey! Where are you?
- We already started. We were... - It opened up!
What?!
All right, guys.
Watch this.
Bizarre.
OK. Lemme guess. You haven't told your dad yet.
- Well... - I knew it!
Why haven't you told him? There hasn't been
- "you, your dad, talk-talk-talking." - There was talking.
- There was definitely talking. - Really? What did he say?
Uh...
What?
All right, that's it. We are doing an intervention!
You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem!
- She's right! - Abby, please.
This is exactly what fell on me the first time.
There's no way I'm bringing this up again.
- No, he's not. - Runt!
Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper.
OK. I'm sure there's a simple, logical explanation.
I mean, it could be a piece of weather balloon,
or maybe it's part of some experimental communications satellite.
I don't care. I want it out of my life, gone for good.
Everything back to normal.
Hey, remember when that icy blue stuff fell from the sky?
Everybody thought it was from space and stuff?
And it just turned out to be frozen pee from a jet airplane.
Yeah, that's right. It's frozen pee.
Yeah. It's frozen pee. Pee, pee, pee, pee pee.
- Could you stop saying that? - What? Pee?
- Pee. - Tinkle?
- Piddle? Wee-wee? - Whiz?
OK, subject change.
- Make pishee? - I don't care what it is!
Are you gonna help me get rid of it or not?
Flying Fish! Take cover!
Fish!
- No! - Fish!
Aaah!
Come on, come on, come on!
Wait, wait, whoa, son! Where's the fire here?
Chicken Little has something to tell you! Tell him. He can handle it.
Who're we talkin' about?
Uh...
Gotta go, Dad! Bye!
Ha! You got to be ready to listen to your children,
even if they have nothing to say.
- Sit tight, Fish! - Fish! We will try to save you!
Yeah!
I'm sorry! Wait!
Sorry!
- Curb! - Ay!
Fish!
Abby!
Abby! Wake up!
Come on! Let's get outta here!
Oh, poor Fish!
He's probably stuffed and mounted like an intergalactic trophy or...
...maybe he's a half-living host
implanted with their face-hugging embryo babies.
One thing's for sure, man. He's gone!
- Gone, man! - Not yet!
Oh, snap.
Fish.
Hey! What are you doing? Come on!
Fish.