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Chicken Little (2005 film)

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Chicken Little is a 2005 American CGI-animated comic science fiction film 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.
This time, the sky really is falling. (taglines)


Dialogue

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[opening scene]
Buck Cluck: [narrates] 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 plays briefly, then dies out] 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]
Chicken Little: Run for cover!
[steer bellows]
Chicken Little: Run for your lives!
[squealing]
[ringing]
[siren wails]
Chicken Little: Emergency! Emergency!
[screaming]
Both: Whoa!
All: 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: The sky is falling?
Cheetah: Are you crazy?
Mr. Woolensworth: [clears throat] Very well. Foxy Loxy.
Foxy: Present, pretty, punctual.
Mr. Woolensworth: Goosey Loosey. Master Runt of the Litter.
Runt: Present and accounted for, Mr. Woolensworth. Oop! Dropped my pencil!
Foxy: Loser!
Mr. Woolensworth: Henny Penny.
Henny: Here.
Mr. Woolensworth: Ducky Lucky.
Ducky: Here.
Mr. Woolensworth: Fuzzy Wuzzy.
Fuzzy: Here.
Mr. Woolensworth: Morkubine Porcupine.
Morkubine: Yo.
Mr. Woolensworth: Fish Out of Water. 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! [Abby honks] You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly– Uh, 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] 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?
[pause]
Runt of the Litter: 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 Abby and Chicken Little are talking, Fish Out of Water is building a tower out of Abby's magazines]
Abby: 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: What?
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.
Abby: Men.
Runt: 'Twas Beauty that killed the Beast.
Abby: I guess only girls are good at honest communication and sensitivity.
Chicken Little: That does it! We were in a time-out Foxy! Prepare to hurt. And I don't mean emotionally, like I do.
Principal Fetchit: Not showing up for class, inappropriate school attire, picking fights in gym class, and a fire drill? 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! [sighs] But let's face the facts. Your kid, he's nothing like you at all.
Buck Cluck: [clears throat] Okay, thank you for talking to me. I'll take care of my son.
Chicken Little: Dad, it wasn't my fault. It was Foxy. She's always...
Buck Cluck: That's all right. It's fine. You don't have to explain anything.
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' baseball! I can't wait to see the look on your face when I smash that ball in for a touchdown! Dad… Um, I'm kidding. That was a joke.
Buck Cluck: Just do me one favor, son.
Chicken Little: Why, sure, Dad, anything.
Buck Cluck: Just please try not to get your hopes too high.
Chicken Little: Yeah, but Dad I mean, yeah, I mean I think I can.
Coach: Okay, kid, listen up. You have an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny strike zone. It's no way he can throw up! Just take the walk and don't swing.
Chicken Little: Yeah. But, coach. I have a good feeling at...
Coach: Look. Look at me, look at me. Don't swing, take the walk, do you hear me? Just take the walk.
Chicken Little: But, coach! Wait!
Coach: Don't swing!
Don Bowwoser: Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish. Gibberish of an insane person.
Don Bowwoser: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it; I've seen roadkill with faster reflexes.
Chicken Little: All right, guys. Watch this.
Abby: Bizarre. [Runt whimpers] 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?
Chicken Little: Fish?
Abby: Fish!
Chicken Little: Fish…
Abby: Fish…
Runt: [yelling] WHERE ARE YOU, FISH?!
Abby: Shh!
Runt: I can't handle the pressure!
Dog: Now, let's check the weather with Riz. A cold front is moving in so... The alarm bell has been activated! Quick! Get a camera crew!
Cameraman Rabbit: Eh, there's no story here.
Cameraman Dog: 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! [screams]
Mama Runt: [grabs Runt's ear] Runt, that's enough! Don't make mummy take away your Streisand collection!
Runt: Mom, you leave Barbra out of this!
Fetchit: Why can't you keep that child of yours under control?
Mama Vulture: What kind of parent are you?!
Chicken Little: I'm telling you the truth. Dad! Dad! I am not making this up! You gotta believe me this time.
[Buck Cluck sighs, pauses]
Buck Cluck: No, son. I don't. I can't tell you how embarrassed I am folks.
Abby: If there ever was a time to talk to your dad... it's now.
Chicken Little: It's too late for that.
Runt: It's too late, baby, now it's too late. [sobbing] Though they really did try to make it.
Abby: Runt. Just think about it.
Runt: Something inside has died and they just can't hide and they just can't fake it. Oh, no, no.
Chicken Little: Runt, I really just want to be alone right now. Oh! Abby Runt! Fish! Look! There! Look there! Look there!
Runt: What is that thing?!
Chicken Little: His name is Kirby?
Abby: They left him behind?
Runt: Darth Vader's Luke's father?
Chicken Little: Watch out for the kid. Don't hit him.
Buck Cluck: Son! There you are. Quick! Get in the car. We gotta go.
Chicken Little: No, wait. Dad, I gotta tell you something.
Buck Cluck: What? I know! I know! You were right! Alien invasion. I see that now. Look up! There it is!
Chicken Little: Dad, you know, about that... It's actually just a rescue mission.
Buck Cluck: Rescue mission?
Chicken Little: You see, this alien kid was left and they're coming back to get him! So, we have to help him, 'cause if we don't, who else will?
Buck Cluck: What?
Chicken Little: Ugh! Forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyway.
Buck Cluck: Son! Son, come back! Son! Chicken Little!
Abby: Mr. Cluck, wait! He's telling the truth!
Runt: He is! Given his track record, we understand why you don't believe him!
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: Chicken Little! What? Where's your head? We gotta get outta here! Come on! You, with the running and the jumping!
Chicken Little: Dad, no, wait.
Abby: What are you guys doing? We gotta get outta here! It's like War of the Worlds out there!
Buck Cluck: Stop pulling!
Chicken Little: Just listen to me for one second! It's not dangerous!
Abby: We are under attack! Will you two stop messing around and deal with the problem?
Chicken Little: [to Buck Cluck] You're never there for me!
Buck Cluck: What?
Abby: OK, that's not what I had in mind, but...
Chicken Little: You're never there for me. I mean, you were there when I won the game, but not when I thought the sky fell and not at the ball field and certainly not now!
Abby: This is good! Keep going, keep going!
Chicken Little: You've been ashamed since the acorn thing happened. We have to talk because Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting and I'm already small and on top of that, I don't think I could handle being bald!
Buck Cluck: I... I... I didn't realize, son. I-I never meant to... The acorn, the sky, I mean, the whole... [sighs, chuckles] You're right. You're right. 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 if I ever made you feel like that was something you had to earn. [Buck Cluck and Chicken Little hug]
Abby: And we're good. Let's go. Let's go.
Chicken Little: OK, Dad. Now, all we gotta do is return helpless little Kirby.
Buck Cluck: Return this whatever it is? This is crazy! Crazy! Crazy wonderful! Just tell me what you need me to do.
Chicken Little: Do you really mean it?
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 likes to nibble, doesn't it?
Chicken Little: [to Abby] By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive. [he kisses Abby]
Abby: Now that's closure.
Runt: Wait! Wait! What's going on? Oh, they've given her an alien mind-wipe! Aaah!
Chicken Little: Runt, just do it. It'll work. We'll survive!
[intro to "I Will Survive" plays]
Runt: I will survive? Brake, Abby!
Buck Cluck: What, what? You have to go to the bathroom? [Alien kid shakes head] You want juice? [kid shakes head again] A snack? [kid shakes head again] Corndog? On a stick? [Kirby starts to lose temper] Want to play some golf? What do you want?
Kirby: [makes irritated noises]
Buck Cluck: I stink at this... I'm a horrible father. No, no, no, I am, I am.
Melvin: Why did you take our child?
Buck Cluck: 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 Cluck: Okay.
Chicken Little: Okay, okay.
[Kirby returns to his mother]
Tina: Sweetheart! Oh, Kirby, I'm so happy to see you! My darling!
Buck Cluck: [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 Cluck: [held at gunpoint alongside his son] 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.
[popping sound]
Both: Lollipop.
Alien Cop: Scary.
Melvin: Whoops. Darling look at the time. We better can move on.
Ace: Are you ready to rock?
Hollywood Runt: Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low.
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.
Buck Cluck: Uh…
Chicken Little: Gotta go! Dad! Bye!
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Coach: Chicken Little. You better have a good explanation for this!
Chicken Little: There's... there's... it's a... you 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... it's a... you 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.

Taglines

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  • This time, the sky really is falling.

Cast

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Voice Cast

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Main Cast

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Deleted Scenes

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Additional Characters

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  • 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

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Teaser Trailer

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[The teaser trailer starts with the Walt Disney Pictures logo, then fades to reveal someone recording a camera with text reading, "In Theaters 2005", then pans down to Chicken Little's house]
Reporter #1: It doesn't look like he's home.
Reporter #2: Do you think he's in there?
Reporter #3: Maybe he's still at school.
[As the camera gets closer to the house, some tip-toeing footsteps can be heard]
Reporter #2: Wait, wait, wait, wait! What's that?
[The camera zooms in on an empty toilet paper roll]
Reporter #4: Ah, it's just a roll of toilet paper.
[The off-screen reporters moan until they see chicken legs burst out from underneath the roll, and sneak away]
Reporter #5: With legs?!
[The roll with legs springs up in shock]
Reporter #6: That's him!
[The toilet paper bumps into a metal trash can, revealing Chicken Little hiding under it]
Reporter #7: He's trying to get away!
Reporters: Chicken Little! Chicken Little! Chicken Little!
[The camera rushes over to Chicken Little, with holding microphones surrounding the edges of the lens. Chicken Little runs on a trash lid to escape, only to run in place and fly away]
Reporter #4: Did you actually think the sky was falling?
Reporter #2: Did you know it was an acorn?
Reporter #5: Why did your father think of this?
Chicken Little: No comment! No comment! [stops at a fence, and tries to get it open]
Reporter #4: Are you concerned about sky-falling copycats?
Reporter #2: Aren't you even related to The Boy Who Cried Wolf?
Reporter #5: Are you really a chicken?
Chicken Little: [breathing heavily] I… Uh, uh, uh… [points] Look! Over there!
[The camera turns left to a brown dog holding a baseball bat, and wearing a baseball mitt. Next to the dog is a gray bunny wearing a baseball mitt. Their faces are censored. The dog and bunny gasp upon seeing this as the bunny drops the baseball, and they look at each other. The camera turns back to the fence, seeing that Chicken Little has disappeared]
Reporter #1: Where'd he go?
[The camera whirls around to find Chicken Little running back to his house]
Reporter #3: There he is!
Reporter #4: Get him!
[The camera chases after Chicken Little until he jumps into the door's mail slot, only to get stuck. The microphones surround him as he attempts to get out]
Reporter #5: Chicken Little, your action caused widespread panic, and subsequently you were blamed and humiliated in front of your town, your father and everyone you know and love!
[Chicken Little stops straining and is confused]
Chicken Little: [sighs] Was there a question in there?
Reporter #5: Uh, no. I just wanted to point that out.
[As the off-screen reporters shout at one time, Chicken Little gets out of the mail slot]
Chicken Little: Alright, that's enough.
Reporter #6: One final question! Do you think you'll ever get to live this down?
[The scene behind Chicken Little darkens as a heroic score plays in the background. A spotlight shines around Chicken Little as he responds his question boldly]
Chicken Little: Yes. Yes, I will! Because I believe in second chances, and I will rise again like the mighty phoenix, and soon everyone will forget! [The background lightens up to its original state as the music stops] It's not like they're making a movie about it.
[Chicken Little laughs and a black title card drops down into place and the film's title. A few seconds later, Chicken Little tears through the two title cards]
Chicken Little: It was a simple mistake! People, please, please! I'm begging you! Let it go!
[We cut to the black background with the early release date, "IN THEATERS 2005". Chicken Little enters from the left of the shot as he walks. He stops to look at the release date]
Chicken Little: A movie? [sniffles and breaks into tears] The book on tape was bad enough.
[Chicken Little cries as he exits right. Once he's out of view, the final film's title drops into place, reading "This time, the sky is falling", the screen fades to black as the music fades, ending the teaser trailer]

About Chicken Little (2005 film)

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  • We had a long debate in the studio: What was Disney's legacy? 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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