Chicken Run Page #2

In all my life I've never

heard such a fantastic...

load of tripe!

Oh, face the facts, ducks.

The chances of us gettin' out of here

are a million to one.

Then there's still a chance.

Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.

What am I doing?

Who are you trying to fool?

You can't lead this bunch of...

Oh, heaven help us.

Freedom!

Huh?

Whoa!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

You've been a wonderful audience.

- Ouch!

- Oh, yes.

- That's it.

Get him inside quickly.

This is our way out of here.

We'll make posters?

No. What's on the poster, Babs.

What's on the poster. We'll fly out!

He must be very important

to have his picture taken.

What do you suppose he does?

Isn't it obvious?

He's a professional flying rooster.

He flies from farm to farm,

giving demonstrations.

- Do you suppose?

- Oh, absolutely.

Not in the dark, no.

No, not in there. No.

Get out. Good.

Gotta get...

Who are you?

Where am I? What's goin' on?

Ouch! What happened

to my wing?

You took a rather nasty fall.

And sprained the anterior tendon

connecting your radius to your humerus.

I gave it a wee bit of a tweak,

Jimmy, and wrapped her up.

- Was that English?

- She said you sprained your wing.

She fixed it.

- I made the bandage.

- L-I carried you in.

- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa! Whoa.

Let's back up

and start from the top. Where am I?

You're right. How rude of us.

We're just very excit...

This is a chicken farm.

And we're the chickens.

Yeah, with you so far.

Chicken farm, chickens...

I don't like the look of this one.

His eyes are too close together.

- Father, please.

- And he's a Yank!

Easy, Pops. Cockfighting's

illegal where I come from.

And where is that exactly?

Just a little place I call the land

of the free and the home of the brave.

- Scotland!

- No! America.

Oh! America.

Poppycock. Pushy Americans.

Always showing up late for every war.

Overpaid, oversexed

and over here!

What's eatin' Grandpa?

Oh, don't mind him,

Mister... Mister?

The name's Rocky. Rocky the

Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short.

- Rocky Rhodes?

- Catchy, ain't it?

Um, Mr. Rhodes,

is this you?

Uh, who wants to know?

A group of rather

desperate chickens.

You see, if it is you, then you just

might be the answer to our prayers.

Well, then, call me a miracle,

doll face, 'cause that's me.

And what brings you

to England, Mr. Rhodes?

Why, all the beautiful

English chicks, of course.

Give over!

You see, I'm

a traveler by nature.

I did that whole barnyard thing

for a while,

but I couldn't really get into it.

Hi. How are you? Nope.

The open road.

That's more my style.

Yep, just give me a pack on my back

and point me where the wind blows.

In fact, you know what

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