Synopsis: Dusty Crophopper is a little cropduster plane with a fear of heights and a crazy dream of being a racer. While his friends need convincing, Dusty gets the training he needs from Skipper, a veteran fighter, and qualifies for the Wings Across the World race. In the event, Dusty finds competitors who soon learn that there is something special about this underdog as he is tested to his physical and emotional limits. In doing so, Dusty soon finds enemies, and more importantly friends, who are inspired by his dream. In the face of all obstacles, the winner of this air race will be anyone's guess.
Director(s): Klay Hall
Production: Walt Disney Pictures
  5 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
91 min



Look alive.

Contact appears to be heading

315 miles.

Speed 430, Angels.

Approximately 2,000.


What's taking this guy so long?

Is he really as good as they say he is?

No. Better.

Oh, yeah!

Whoa! Who was that?

Why, hello, ladies.

Are you ready to lose?

Last one to the water tower

buys a round of fuel.

Tell you what,

I'll give you guys a head start.

- You're going to need it.

- Later, loser.

One one-thousand, two one...

Oh, that's enough.

See ya, suckers!

Eat my...

- Dusty! (COUGHING)

- Oh! Aw...


Pay attention.

You're daydreaming again.

Me? No, no, no! No.

Okay, yes.

But, you know, come on, Leadbottom.

Really? How hard is this?

Fly straight, turn around.

Fly straight, turn around.

Are you disrespecting

the sweet science of aerial application?

Look, I am more than just a crop duster.

Don't go flap-jawing

about that Flings Around the Planet

air racing nonsense again.

Excuse me, it is called

the Wings Around the Globe Rally.

For the love of Peterbilt!

And it's not nonsense.

I've got a tight turn radius

and a high power-to-weight ratio.

- You know what else you got?

- What?

A screw loose!

I mean, why would you

want to give up crop-dusting?

Blue skies, no air traffic,

and that tangy scent of Vita-minamulch.


Just like Momma used to spray.


They say the sense of smell

is the first thing to go.

- You smell it?

- Quitting time!


A crop duster wanting to be a racer.

If you ask me, more racers

should want to be crop dusters.

I got some minamulch, yeah!



Yuck. Nowadays, they got soybean fuel,

switchgrass fuel, algae fuel. Come on!

- Oh, healthy! No tank you.

- Tell me about it.

- What's next, pistachio propane?

- What, are you nuts?

For my money, there's nothing like

good old-fashioned corn fuel.

- Oh, yeah, you betcha.

- I even made up a slogan.

Oh, slogans are good.


"Corn. It gives you gas."

Catchy. I like that.

Me, too. There you go, Sparky,

you're all set.

- Catch you later, Chug.

- Sure thing.

(OVER RADIO) This is

Dusty Crophopper to Chug. Over.

Uh, Chug isn't here.

Come on, use the new call sign.

Right, right, right.

This is, uh, Strut Jetstream

calling Turbo Coach Truck-zilla.

- Ready for practice?

- You betcha, Strut.

Ha-ha! Whoo!

Young punk.

All right, buddy,

I got you in sight.

Now let's start with

some corn-row sprints.

Drop and give me 20!


Come on, buddy, keep it going!

- Ooh, nice turn.

- What else you got?

Okay. Now, let's try

some treeline moguls.


All the way up and down.

Don't be dogging it.

- That's how you do it.

- Ooh, yeah!

- Looking good!

- Uh-huh.

Okay, adjust your angle of bank

with your alien irons!

- You mean "ailerons"?

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, great.

Oil lines and oil cooler

check out.


- AN-8 fittings look fine.

- Nice.

Wait a minute.

You've worn out your main oil-seal.

Huh. Really?

That kind of damage comes from

extremely high speeds.


Pushing the engine to the red line

for prolonged periods of time.

- That would be unwise.

- But that's not you.

You're a crop duster

and all you do is just dust crops

- at very low speeds.

- Yep, low and slow.

Unless you've been racing again!

No! What, me? No.

Oh, man, Duster, you were in the zone,

where a Saturn rocket

couldn't catch you!


We're talking light speed.

Light speed, here!

You're going to tear it up

at the qualifier this weekend.

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