Chicken Little (2005 film)

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Chicken Little is a 2005 American 3D computer-animated comic science fiction produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and loosely based on the fable of the same name.

Directed by Mark Dindal. Written by Steve Bencich, Ron J. Friedman, and Ron Anderson.


[first lines]
Buck Cluck: [voice over] Now, where to begin? [shaft of light and pixie dust] How about "Once upon a time…"? [screen suddenly goes black] How many times have you heard that to begin a story? Let's do something else. [gasps] I got it. I got it. Here we go. Here's how to open a movie. [opening to The Lion King] No, I don't think so. It sounds familiar, doesn't it to you? [a storybook] 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 worst?

Chicken Little: Run for your lives! Everyone run for cover! SOS! Mayday, mayday! Code red! Duck and cover! You're all in danger! [babies crying; grunting] Run for cover! [steer bellows] Run for your lives! [squealing; ringing; siren wails] Emergency, emergency!
Bunny: Whoa!
Pedestrians: Whoa! Aaah!
[Babies crying]
Chicken Little: Run for your lives!
Female Citizen: Look out! Take cover!
[Raiders of the Lost Ark theme]
[Car horns honking, screaming]
Chicken Little: Run for cover!
Dog: [coughs] Chicken Little! What is it?! What's going on?!
Chicken Little: The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
Bunny: [confused] The sky is falling?
Cheetah: Are you crazy?!

Mr. Woolensworth: Ahem. Very well. Foxy Loxy.
Foxy Loxy: Present, pretty, punctual.
Mr. Woolensworth: Goosey Loosey. [Goosey squeals] Master Runt of the Litter.
Runt: [standing up, his body is stuck to the desk]Present and accounted for, Mr. Woolensworth. [his pencil falls onto the floor] Oop! Dropped my pencil. [tries to reach it, but falls down, much to the students' amusement in laughter]
Student: Loser!
Mr. Woolensworth: Henny Penny.
Henny Penny: Here.
Mr. Woolensworth: Ducky Lucky.
Ducky Lucky: Here.
Mr. Woolensworth: Fuzzy Wuzzy.
Fuzzy Wuzzy: Here.
Mr. Woolensworth: Morkubine Porcupine.
Morkubine Porcupine: Yo.
Mr. Woolensworth: Fish Out of Water. [Fish stands next to him, then pretends to eject and sinks below] Quite. Abby Mallard.
Foxy: [fake cough] Ugly Duckling!
[All the students laugh]
Mr. Woolensworth: Class, I will not tolerate rude behavior at the expense of a fellow...
Abby: Hey, hey, hey. No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.
Mr. Woolensworth: Yaah! [car horn honks in the background] You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly– Er, Abby. Now, where was I?
Foxy: [fake cough] Ugly Duckling!
Mr. Woolensworth: Yes, of course. Thank you.
[Abby drums on her desk and blows a raspberry]
Mr. Woolensworth: Chicken Little.
[Chicken Little's desk is empty]
Foxy: [fake cough] Tardy again!
Mr. Woolensworth: Tardy again. [crosses Chicken Little's name off] Hmm. Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. He.
Students: Baa!
Mr. Woolensworth: She.
Students: Baa!
Mr. Woolensworth: They.
Students: Baa!
Mr. Woolensworth: We.
Students: Baa!

Abby: Calm down, Runt! Just...Just do what Fish is doing.
[C & C Music Factory: Gonna Make You Sweat]
C & C Music Factory: Everybody dance now.

Abby: Tough morning?
Chicken Little: I had a run in with my old nemesis.
Abby: Gum on the crosswalk?
Chicken Little: He won this round.
Abby: Your old foe.
Chicken Little: Mmm-hmm.
Abby: Incoming on your right.

[During a timeout at gym class]
Chicken Little: So, uh, what do you think?
Abby: Okay, listen. Look, you said thought the sky was falling. Your dad didn't support you, and you have been hurting inside ever since.
Chicken Little: Yeah, but...
Abby: It's hurt. It's the nutshell.
Chicken Little: Well, it's hurt, but...
Abby: No, bup bup! Bup! Now what needs to happen now is the nut needs to be cracked open, and not one little chip at a time, but bam! Bits of emotion flying everywhere! Anger! Frustration! Denial! Fear! Deep depression, in fact! You see what I'm saying?
Runt: [pauses] Uh...
Abby: Alright, forget the nut thing. Here's the main thing. You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem. Here's the real solution: You, your dad, talk-talk-talking, closure.
Chicken Little: Closure?
Abby: Closure. Talking about something until it's resolved. Wait. Look. [pulls out some magazines from her backpack] There's a whole section about in this month's Modern Mallard. Incredibly appropriate! Whew!
Chicken Little: I told you, I have a plan.
Abby: Yeah, but according to Cosmo Duck, you should stop the squawk and try the talk. And Beautiful Ducking says avoiding closure with your parents can cause early molting. See? Closure. [as she and Chicken Little are talking, Fish is building a tower out of Abby's magazines] Just repeat after me. You, your dad, talk-talk...
Chicken Little: Abby, Abby, 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.
Abby: Come on, you're not a loser. You're inventive and resourceful and funny and cute...
Chicken Little: [leans on the dodgeball] What? [falls off as it rolls away]
Abby: Oh, you... [chuckles nervously] Um... [smiling broadly] Runt, should Chicken Little have a good talk with his dad and clean the air... [winks then frowns] ...Or keep searching for Band-Aid solutions and never deal with the problem?
Runt: Pfft! Band-Aid solutions!
Abby: Runt!
Runt: Well, I'm sorry! I'm very bad at reading facial cues.
Abby: Fish, help me out here. [notices that Fish had built the Empire State Building out of her magazines, and pretended to be like King Kong. He flew paper airplanes, flying around, and pretended to be shot and falls to the ground] Men.
Runt: 'Twas Beauty that killed the Beast.
Abby: I guess only girls are good at honest communication and sensitivity. [gets hit by the dodgeball]
[Foxy, Goosey, and the other students laugh]
Chicken Little: That does it! We were in a time-out Foxy! Prepare to hurt! And I don't mean emotionally, like I do!
[Foxy snaps her finger. Abby gasps]

Buck Cluck: Yeah, why not, but why?
Chicken Little: Well, Dad, you were such a big baseball star in high school. You could give me some pointers.
Buck Cluck: 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! You wanna stop? We'll get some stamps...
Chicken Little: No, I don't like stamps.
Buck Cluck: Colors, colorful things...
Chicken Little: No, I was thinkin', I was thinkin' baseball! I can't wait to see the look on your face when I smash that ball in for a touchdown! [Buck sighs] Dad...Um, I'm kidding. That was a… that was a joke.

Don Bowwowser: This excitement isn't just about the fun of baseball. It's not about the prize. It's about the gloating and rubbing their noses in it. The "Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah, we beat you" taunting if you will, that comes with the winning.

Coach: Okay, kid. Listen up. You have an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny strike zone. There's no way he can throw you out! Just take the walk and don't swing.
Chicken Little: Yeah. But, coach. I have a good feeling about...
Coach: Look. Look at me, look at me. Don't swing, take the walk, you hear me? Just take the walk.
Chicken Little: But, coach! Wait!
Coach: Don't swing!

Chicken Little: All right, guys. Watch this. [using this strange device to camouflage his face in front of his friends]
Abby: [bewildered] Bizarre. Okay. Lemme guess. You haven't told your dad yet.
Chicken Little: Well...
Abby: I knew it! Why haven't you told him? Because there hasn't been you, your dad, talk-talk-talking.
Chicken Little: There was talking. There was...There was definitely talking.
Abby: Oh, really? What did he say? [Chicken Little only making stammering things] What? Alright, that's it! We are doing an intervention! You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem!
Runt: She's right!
Chicken Little: Abby, please. This is exactly what fell on me the first time. There's no way I'm bringing this up again with him.
Runt: No, he's not!
Abby: Runt!
Runt: Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper.
Abby: Okay. 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.
Chicken Little: I don't care what it is! I want it out of my life, gone for good. Everything back to normal.
Abby: 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.
Runt: Yeah, that's right. It's frozen pee. Yeah. It's frozen pee. [singing] Pee, pee, pee, pee pee.
Chicken Little: Could you stop saying that?
Runt: What, pee?
Chicken Little: Pee.
Abby: How 'bout Tinkle
Runt: Piddle?
Abby: Whiz? [Fish gurgles]
Runt: Wee-wee?
Chicken Little: Okay, subject change.
Runt: Make Phishee?
Chicken Little: I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS! Now are you gonna help me get rid of it or not?

Runt: Oh, Poor Fish! He's probably stuffed and mounted like an intergalactic trophy; or been forcibly implanted with their face-hugging embryo babies! One thing's for sure, man: he's gone! [hugs Chicken Little] He's gone, man!
Abby: [gasps] Not yet!
[Points at the spaceship where Fish is waving inside]
Chicken Little: Oh, snap.

Chicken Little: [whispers] Fish?
Abby: [whispers] Fish!
Chicken Little: [whispers] Fish...
Abby: [whispers] Fish...
[The wires make disturbing shocks, scaring Runt who screamed]
Runt: [screams and panics] WHERE ARE YOU, FISH?!
Abby: Shh!
Runt: I can't handle the pressure! Go on without me!
Abby: Runt.
Chicken Little: You're just fine.
Runt: 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 them.

Both: Fish! Are you OK?
Abby: Did they hurt you?! Say something!
Chicken Little: Don't tap the glass. They hate it when you do that.
Abby: All right, let's get out of here! [gasps and realizes Runt is not here] Where's Runt?!
[Fish points at Runt who is scared and sees the map with planets with X's including the earth]
Chicken Little: We're next...

Dog: Now, let's check the weather with Riz. A cold front is moving in so... [hearing the school bell] The alarm bell has been activated! Quick! Get a camera crew!

[After the aliens escaped Earth]
Chicken Little: 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. [throws rock]
Reporter: Ooh, bad throw.
Chicken Little: Okay, let me try again. [throws another rock]
All: Ooh, bad throw.
Chicken Little: Okay. Well, we all know I don't have a very good arm, but you see, there's these cloaking panels on the bottom. They make it disappear. And I know this because one fell out of the sky and hit me right on the head.
Reporter: Oh, it's the acorn thing all over again!
Camera crew Rabbit: Eh, there's no story here.
Cameraman Dog: Well, At least we can sell the video of Chickens Gone Wild.
Chicken Little: I'm telling ya everybody, it was here!
Abby: No, wait! There were aliens!
Runt: It's true! They had eyes...They're glowing and then tentacles! And maps with planets with X's through them! AAAAHHHH!
Mama Runt: [angrily snatches Runt by his ear] Runt, that's enough! Don't make Mommy take away your Streisand collection! [drags him away]
Runt: Mom, you leave Barbra out of this!
Principal Fetchit: [angrily to Buck] Why can't you keep that child of yours under control?!
Chicken Little: I'm telling you the truth. Dad! Dad! I'm not making this up. You gotta believe me this time.
Buck: [pauses, sighs] No, son. I don't. [Chicken Little became shocked] [chuckles] I can't tell you how embarrassed I am folks. [everyone began to walk away in disbelief] I'm really sorry about this everyone. Looks like this is just a big crazy misunderstanding. I...
Mayor Turkey Lurkey: Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash! [leaves]
Foxy: Oh, Mr. Cluck, don't take it so hard. No one blames you.
[Chicken Little became sad about this]

Chicken Little: Runt, I really just want to be alone right now.
[After discovering a little orange alien child named Kirby]
Chicken Little: Oh! Abby! Runt! Fish! Look! There! Look there! Look there!
Runt: What is that thing?!
Abby: Look at that!
[Kirby speaks in alien language]
Chicken Little: His name is Kirby?
Abby: They left him behind?
Runt: Darth Vader's Luke's father?
[Everyone glared at him; Kirby began to cry]
Chicken Little: [comforting him] No, don't. Come on, come on, don't cry, don't cry. We're here for you. We're gonna do whatever it takes to get you back home, okay. Here, blow. Okay. See, guys? He's cool. He was just freaked out. That's all.
Kirby: Ah-choo!

Mayor Turkey Lurkey: [to an alien robot] Oh, we surrender! Here, take the key to the city! [alien bot zaps the key; holds up another key] Key to my car? [robot zaps key and car at the same time; holds a box of Tic Tacs] Tic Tac? [bot zaps Lurkey]

Buck Cluck: You bet! Anything, son.
Chicken Little: Come on, Dad. We've got a planet to save!
Buck Cluck: Crazy supportive. That's me! Ohh! This thing like to nibble, doesn't it?
Chicken Little: [to Abby] By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive. [kisses Abby before leaving]
Abby: [giggles] Now that's closure.

Kirby: [pointing at his parents] Pootita! Pootita!
Buck: What, what? You have to go to the bathroom? [Kirby shakes head] You want juice? [Kirby shakes head again] A snack? [Kirby shakes head again] Corndog? On a stick? [Kirby starts to lose temper] Want to play some golf? What do you want?
Kirby: Pootita!
Buck: I stink at this...

Chicken Little: Runt, just do it. It'll work. We'll survive!
[Intro to "I Will Survive" plays]
Runt: I will survive? Brake, Abby!

Melvin: Why did you take our child?!
Buck: Hey, hey! Just... [gulps] 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!
Melvin: Silence, silence, silence, silence! Release the child!
Buck: Okay.
Chicken Little: Okay, okay.
[Kirby returns to his mother]
Tina: Sweetheart! Oh, Kirby, I'm so happy to see you! My darling!
Buck: [sighs] That was close.
Chicken Little: At least they're back together. They got their kid.
Melvin: You have violated intergalatic law 90210! A charge punishable by immediate particle disintegration!
Buck: [while being aimed at with particle disintegration alongside Chicken Little] Oh, snap.

Alien Cop: Okay, everything's been put back to normal, except for this one over here.
Foxy Loxy: [dressed in a pink dress and curls] Hi, y'all.
[Everyone else gasps]
Chicken Little: Foxy?
Foxy Loxy: [singing in a girly manner] Lollipop, lollipop / Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli, lollipop...
Alien Cop: She got her brainwaves a little scrambled during reconstitution, but, no worries! We can put her back the way she was.
Runt: No! She's perfect. [joins Foxy] Lollipop.
Both: [popping sound] Lollipop.
Alien Cop: Scary.
Melvin: Whoops! Darling! Look at the time! We better get a move on. All right then.

Ace: Are you ready to rock?
Hollywood Runt: Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low.

Don Bowwowser: Hold your horses, here! And horses, hold your breath.

Ace: [to Hollywood Runt shooting alien spaceships] Give them a taste of the other white meat!

Mayor Lurkey: [stops a crowd] Oh, look, a penny.
Chicken Little: Guys!
Mayor Lurkey: Oh, right.

Buck: Where's the fire here?
Abby: Chicken Little has something to tell you! Tell him. He can handle it.
Chicken Little: Who're we talkin' about?
Buck: Uh…
Chicken Little: Gotta go, Dad! Bye!
Buck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.

Don Bowwowser: Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish. Gibberish of an insane person.

Don Bowwowser: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it; I've seen road kill with faster reflexes.

Chicken Little: There's...there''s have to...D'oh...Doo-wah!
Mountain Lion: What did he say?
Mayor Lurkey: [reading a sign-holding dog's signs] "There's...there''s have to...D'oh! Doo-wah!"
Chicken Little: Follow me! Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Aliens here! Aliens here!
Buck Cluck: It's… It's happening again.
Chicken Little: 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!


Voice Cast (in Order of Appearance)[edit]

Additional Characters[edit]

  • Mark Walton – Goosey Loosey
  • Mark Dindal – Morkubine Porcupine, Coach
  • Dan Molina – Fish Out of Water
  • Joe Whyte – Rodriguez, Acorn Mascot, Umpire
  • Sean Elmore
    Matthew Michael Joston
    Evan Dunn – Kirby - Alien Kid
  • Kellie Hoover – Mama Runt
  • Will Finn – Hollywood Fish
  • Dara McGarry – Hollywood Abby
  • Mark Kennedy – Hollywood Runt

Additional Voices[edit]

About Chicken Little (2005 film)[edit]

  • We had a long debate in the studio: what was the legacy of Disney? Was it 2-D, pencil-drawn animation, or was it telling great stories with great characters? And Joe Grant, who passed away just this past year, that we dedicated the movie to...I think he was, at 94 years old, really the youngest voice in the room, saying to all of us, "Look, Walt Disney stood for cutting-edge technology. He stood for whatever tool you could assemble that would do the best job of telling your story. Don't get hung up on the technology and say, 'No, it's the pencil.'" He said, "Walt never would have locked in and said, 'You gotta stick with the pencil forever, no matter what happens with technology.'" So I think it was undeniable. I think of the top ten grossing [animated movies], Lion King is the only one in there that's a 2-D movie. It's undeniable that there's a great public appetite, and it's because you just have such a rich palette. Like Buck Cluck's feathers- he has 250,000 feathers on his head and his arms that can all move to wind and gravity. Those are things that you could only dream of in a 2-D realm.

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