Fish.
- Where are you, Fish?! - Shh!
I can't handle the pressure! Go on without me!
- Runt. - You're just fine.
I'll jeopardize the mission! Endanger us all!
Throw me overboard while you still have a chance!
Just leave me some ammo, little water,
some chips if you have 'em.
Calm. OK, all right. Listen.
- Where's your bag? - Everything's OK.
- Now breathe. - Breathe.
- No, slowly. - Slowly.
Slowly.
OK. Now, just do the thing you do to relax.
Aaah!
Fish!
Fish! Are you OK?
Did they hurt you? Say something!
Don't tap the glass. They hate it when you do that.
All right, let's get out of here. Where's Runt?
We're next.
Run!
OK! That's it!
We're running back to your house. Tell your dad!
OK! You're right, you're right!
Oh, Runt!
Push! Push! No!
- Runt! - No! Not pull! Push!
We gotta get outta here right now! Come on...
No! Come on, you guys! Hu...
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
OK, time out!
So... have you been to the mall?
Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy.
I'm sorry.
Tension makes me bloat.
Come on, guys! Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Look out!
Thanks! Curse these genetically tiny legs!
Ohh! Aah!
What's that noise?
Sorry. Nervous eater.
- Run! - Wait! Fish!
The school bell! We've got to ring the school bell to warn everyone!
Come on!
Hurry! Hurry!
Go! Go!
Aaah!
It's locked!
They're... they're comin'.
I need a soda.
Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy!
- The corner's wrinkled! - Why are we doing this?
Come on, take it, take it!
Yes!
Come on! Work! Work!
Work! You work!
What happened? I blacked out there for a second.
Ah!
The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
It was just an acorn. A little acorn!
I can't tell you how embarrassed I am, folks.
Ring the bell!
Come on, Chicken Little! Ring the bell!
Huh? What? Oh!
Now the weather with Riz.
A cold front is moving in so...
The alarm bell has been activated! Quick! Get a camera crew!
Chicken Little! You better have a good explanation for this!
There's, there's... It's a... You have to... D'oh! Doo wah!
What did he say?
There's... It's a... You have to... D'oh... Doo wah.
Follow me! Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Aliens here!
Aliens here!
It's... it's happening again.
Come on! Hurry! Hurry!
Come on. Come on. You're about to see it!
Quick! It's taking off!
Come on! If you don't hurry, you're gonna miss it!
Oh, look! A penny!
- Guys! - Oh, right.
Hurry! Hurry!
Come on! Quick! It's taking off!
Come on! Hurry up! Please! It's right in...
What are we lookin' for?
I don't know.
Uh, yeah. OK. I know this looks bad,
but there's an invisible spaceship right there
with aliens who are here to invade Earth!
Let me show you.
Ooh, bad throw.
OK, let me try again.
- Bad throw. - We all know I don't have a good arm,
but there's these cloaking panels on the bottom.
They make it disappear. One fell out of the sky and hit me right on the head.
Oh, it's the acorn thing all over again.
Eh, there's no story here.
At least we can sell the video to Chickens Gone Wild.
- I'm telling ya, it was here! - No, wait! There were aliens!
It's true! They had eyes... They're glowing and then tentacles!
And maps with planets with X's through them! Aah!
Runt, that's enough!
Don't make Mommy take away your Streisand collection!
Mom? You leave Barbra out of this!
Why can't you keep that child of yours under control?
What kind of parent are you?
I'm telling the truth.
Dad! Dad! I'm not making this up!
You gotta believe me this time.
No, son. I don't.
I can't tell you how embarrassed I am, folks.
I'm really sorry about this, everyone.
Looks like this is just a big, crazy misunderstanding.
Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash!
Mr. Cluck, don't take it so hard. No one blames you.
Reports of panic and mayhem are pouring in
after yet another Chicken Little incident last night.
In one instance, a family of lemmings was sent running in fear,
but unable to find a cliff, they instead began throwing themselves
- From the nearest park bench. - Hello? I'm sorry.
Hello? I apologize. Hello? Give me a break!
What? You were trampled? That's terrible.
I thought rabbits' feet were supposed to be lucky.
- You have hate mail. - Sorry. That wasn't very funny.
- You have more hate mail. - Hi. What are you saying, sir?
Your hate mail box is full.
Oh, yes. I do see the skywriting there.
Thank goodness the cloud blocked the last letter. Hello?
Hey! Watch your mouth. Yeah?
Oh, yeah? Well, I'd like to see you try.
OK, I love you too, Mom. Bye.
Hello? Really. Well...
If there was ever a time to talk to your dad...
...it's now.
It's too late for that.
It's too late, baby, now it's too late.
Though they really did try to make it.
Runt.
Just think about it.
Something inside has died and they just can't hide
and they just can't fake it. Oh, no, no.
Runt, I really just want to be alone right now.
Oh! Abby! Runt! Fish!
Look! There! Look there! Look there!
- What is that thing?! - Look at that!
- His name is Kirby? - They left him behind?
Darth Vader is Luke's father?
No, don't... Come on, come on, don't cry.
We're here for you. We're gonna do whatever it takes to get you back home.
Here, blow.
OK.
See, guys? He's cool. He was just freaked out. That's all.
Ah-choo!
Whoa.
Run!
Those are your parents?
And they brought the galactic armada?
- Watch out for the kid! Don't hit him! - There you are. Get in the car.
- I gotta tell you something. - What?
I know, I know! You were right! Alien invasion. I see that now.
Look up! There it is!
Dad, you know, about that...
- It's actually a rescue mission. - Rescue mission?
This alien kid was left and they're coming back to get him!
We have to help him, 'cause if we don't, who else will?
What?!
Ugh!
Forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyway.
Son!
Son, come back! Son! Chicken Little!
Mr. Cluck! Wait! He's telling the truth!
He is!
Given his track record, we understand why you don't believe him!
Watch out for the kid! No! Don't! Don't hit him! Don't hit... Look out!
Whew!
Chicken Little!
What? Where's your head?
We gotta get outta here! Come on! Come...
- You, with the running and the jumping! - Dad. No, wait.
What are you guys doing? We gotta get outta here!
It's like War of the Worlds out there!
- Stop pulling! - Just listen to me for one second!
- It's not dangerous! - We are under attack!
Will you two stop messing around and deal with the problem?
- You're never there for me! - What?
OK, that's not what I had in mind, but...
You're never there for me. I mean,
you were when I won the game, but not when I thought the sky fell.
And not at the ball field and not now!
This is good! Keep going. Keep going!
You've been ashamed since the acorn thing.
We have to talk because Modern Mallard says avoiding closure
can lead to molting. I'm already small
and I don't think I could handle being bald!
I...
I... I didn't...
...realize, son.
I-I never meant to...
The acorn, the sky, I mean, the whole...
You're right. You're right.
Y... Your mom, she was...
You know, she was always good with stuff like this.
Me...
...I�m gonna need a lot of work.
But you need to know that I love you,
no matter what.
And I'm sorry I...
And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that was something...
...you had to earn.
Uh... uh...
And we're good. Let's go. Let's go.
OK, Dad.
All we gotta do is return helpless little Kirby.
Return this whatever it is?
This is crazy! Crazy!
Crazy wonderful!
Just tell me what you need me to do.
- Do you really mean it? - You bet! Anything, son.
Come on, Dad. We've got a planet to save!
Crazy supportive. That's me! Ohh!
This thing likes to nibble, doesn't it?
By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive!
Now that's closure.
Wait! Wait! What's goin' on?!
Oh, they've given her an alien mind-wipe!
Aaah!
OK, son. What do we do now?
Uh, OK. This is a piece of cake, Dad.
All we have to do is take the kid down the street to the giant metal alien.
We surrender! Here! Take the key to the city!
Key to my car?
Tic Tac?
Forget plan A!
Uh-oh.
OK, OK, what now, son?
Who, by the way, I support 100 percent.
- Uh, plan B? - Ha-ha! Of course! Plan B!
What is plan B?
What? You have to go to the bathroom? You want juice?
A snack? Corn dog on a stick?
Want to play some golf? What do you want?!
I stink at this. I'm a horrible father.
No, no, I am.
Poo-tee-tah.
Oh. Is that your parents?
Pooteetah, pooteetah.
That's it, Dad! Plan B!
All we have to do is weave through traffic through town square
while avoiding death rays from alien robots.
We get to Town Hall, climb up to the roof
and give the kid back to its parents.
Yeah!
Charge!
Wow!
A-ha!
Now that's what I call takin' out the trash!
OK, son. Now what?
Fire truck!
Plan C!
Runt, no! Turn around!
- Go back to Town Hall! - But they'll vaporize us!
- You want me to do what? - Runt, just do it! It'll work!
We'll survive!
I will survive?
Brake, Abby!
OK.
- Floor it! - Boink.
Deploy ladder, Fish!
- Plan D. - Plan D!
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Thighs hurting. Drumsticks burning.
But loving you!
Full support!
I can't get out! Come back, son!
We can't go out this way! It's dangerous.
- No, Dad, I can do this! - It's too dangerous.
I can do this. I can.
You gotta believe me this time.
I...
I do, son.
OK, hang on tight.
- Yes! - Here's your kid! Look over here!
Here's your kid!
He's OK!
He's all right! Stop the invasion!
Son! Son!
Aaaah!
- I'm here, son! - Dad! Look out!
Get away from my boy! Get away!
The mighty Acorns...
Tic Tac?
Why did you take our child?
Hey, hey! Just... Just hold on there, buddy!
My son did not take your kid!
You were the one that left him behind!
That's bad parenting! And I should know!
Silence!
Release the child!
- OK. - OK, OK.
Sweetheart! Oh, Kirby, I'm so happy to see you! My darling!
- That was close. - At least they're back together.
They got their kid.
You have violated intergalactic law 90210!
A charge punishable by immediate particle disintegration!
Oh, snap.
Hmm? What's that?
Hmm. I...
I don't quite...
Melvin, honey? He's saying they're telling the truth.
It was just a misunderstanding.
Well, then. This is awkward.
- Yes, it is. - I suppose I should...
- Put the big guns away? - Yes, yes.
- Now put them down. - Of course.
- And turn off your big voice. - But I don't...
- Turn it off. - But...
But I don't get to use the big voice very often!
Melvin.
Yes, dear.
Hi. Uh, anyone want to try the big voice?
Again, I cannot tell you how sorry we are
for this whole misunderstanding.
Oh, dear goodness. We are so very sorry.
We are. And if it hadn't been for your son there,
well, we might have vaporized the whole planet.
What?
Goodness! What a shame that would have been.
Where else would we pick our acorns?
- We stop on the way to the in-laws. - Every year.
Looked on all the other planets. You only find them on Earth.
Just as it says here on your primitive graphic display.
That caught our eyes.
OK, everything's been put back to normal,
except for this one, over here.
Hi, y'all!
Foxy?
She got her brainwaves scrambled during reconstitution.
No worries! We can put her back the way she was.
No! She's perfect.
- Scary. - Whoops!
Darling! Look at the time! We better get a move on.
All right, then. It was good meetin' ya.
Sorry for the whole full-scale invasion thing.
But, hey, I'm a dad. You know how it is with your kids.
When they need ya, you do whatever it takes.
There goes that panel again.
Every year we come, this thing falls off.
Someday it's going to hit somebody on the head.
Nonsense!
You can't return the panel.
- Now that's ridiculous. - You threw away the receipt again.
Silence!
Melvin, did you just try and use the big voice on me?
Um... uh...
Who we talkin' about?
So I'd like to see the movie they make about you now.
I just hope they stay true to what really happened.
Oh, son, these people are from Hollywood!
One thing they'll never do
is mess with a good story.
Is mess with a good story.
Red alert! Man your battle stations!
Status report, Mr. Fish.
Commander Little, the evil Foxloxian Army
has broken through the planet's atmosphere.
But that means...
Yes, I know. The sky... is falling.
Commander Little! No!
Please... call me...
...Ace.
Oh, Ace! No!
I never intended to bring you into this... Abby.
- Runt, do you copy? - Yes, commander?
Runt, my friend, an alien fleet is about to invade Earth.
Civilization as we know it depends on me
and, to a lesser extent... you.
So I've just got one question for you:
Are you ready to rock?
Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low...
Raise your pork shield, Runt. Prepare to engage.
Stay on target. Stay on target!
Give 'em a taste of the other white meat!
- Cap'n! Look out!
Runt!
Runt, are you all right?
No, no. Ya gotta go on without me, commander.
Just leave me some ammo, a little water,
some chips if you have 'em.
This is amazingly accurate.
He was my good friend.
Oh, Abby.
At least I still have you... Abby.
- Ace! - Abby.
Ace!
Good people of Oakey Oaks.
Though at times it may feel like the sky is falling around you,
never give up.
For every day... is a new day!
A new day!
Oh, Ace!
Come on, Runt. You can do it.
I won't go breaking your heart
You got to act quickly, Dad. Try this.
There you go!
There it is!
I'm having fun now!
That was great!
Let's sing it again!
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