Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget

Hey. How you doin' in there?

You sitting comfortably? All settled in? Okay, good.

Now, listen.

I'm gonna tell you a story.

It's all about the time we escaped from a chicken farm.

There was this farmer, see?

And she absolutely hated chickens.

Kept them locked up like prisoners.

I guess you could say she had a real axe to grind.

Got herself a machine that turned chickens into pies.

We mustn't panic!

But what she didn't plan on was going toe to toe

with a certain freedom-fighting chick.

She was fierce, fearless, and wanted one thing and one thing only.

Freedom.

She pulled us all together...

...and gave us the wings to fly right outta that hen-hole.

She got every chicken out of there.

And got rid of that wicked farmer to boot.

Huh?

Bye-bye.

And you know who that freedom-fighting chicken was?

Your very own mom.

Rocky, don't you think bedtime stories might be a bit premature?

Well... I mean, you're never too young to learn where you came from.

But those days are over, thank goodness.

We've got our happy ending.

We're living in it.

Your way, Mac.

More fruit coming, Bunty.

Oh! Oh, thanks, Mac, 'cause I'm working up a thirst here.

Good work, Bunty. Keep it up.

You know what?

I think it's time to put the past behind us.

- Turned out nice again. - Ooh, yeah. Lovely.

Past?

What past?

That past, behind us.

But these, these are our glory days.

That's who we are.

It's who we were.

We went through all that so our baby doesn't have to.

Y'know, you are right.

From now on, our only mission is to keep our baby safe.

Don't you worry. Ol' Rocky here is on the case.

What do I do? What do I do?

- Whoo-hoo! - It's hopping!

Just grab it!

Whee!

Oh no!

Whoops!

Egg's up!

Good grief. A live shell.

Clear the area!

- Whoo-hoo! - Oh! Get it!

- Watch out! - Huh?

No!

Would you look at that.

We've got ourselves a family.

Huh?

Oh, look at her, Rocky.

She's perfect.

Welcome to the world.

- Molly. - Mm.

Ah, what a bonny wee hen.

Oh, she's got her father's spindly little legs.

We need to build them up, what, what.

When I was in the RAF, we did 50 squats before breakfast.

Ah. Oh.

That's gone.

- I made her a bicycle. - Really?

Mm-hmm.

Oh. You knitted one.

What a lovely... thought.

Thank you, Babs.

Y'know, I'd say our little island paradise just got a little more

"paradisier."

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Coochie-coo.

Huh?

Whoops.

Molly! No, no, no, no! Stop that pram!

- That's my brave little girl. - Yes! You're doing great!

- Ooh. No, no, no, no. - No, no, no!

Molly, that's a bit too brave.

Careful up there, sweetheart. Hold on to the sides.

- Hold on to it. - Ah.

Huh?

- Whee! - Oh no! No, no, no!

Aw.

Mm.

- Anyone for tea? - Ooh, yeah. Cuppa tea.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, boys. Welcome back.

We have got some quality old junk for you today, Rocky, mate.

- Here you go. - Molly, hold on to this for Daddy.

- All right. Well, nice to see ya. - See you next month.

- Hiya, hen. - Huh?

Mm, bye-bye.

- Mutt. - Ah.

No, you cheater! Cheater!

See you later.

- Hello! - Morning.

- Hello! Morning! - Morning!

- Hiya! - Morning, pet!

Hmm.

Hi, Mum.

- Oh. Hello, darling. - Hi, Dad!

Uncle Nick! Uncle Fetcher!

She just called me "uncle."

Steady, mate. Steady.

But I've never had a family of me own.

Me neither.

Mum, I was thinking. Can we go over there?

Where, love?

The other side of the water.

Oh, we've spoken about this, Molly.

There's nothing over there for us.

What about stuff Uncle Nick and Fetch bring?

Isn't that for us?

Hey. What's up, Ginge?

Rocky.

Molly's asking about going off the island.

Oh, right.

Oh, right.

Hey, Molly.

Do you wanna see the world's coolest invention?

Hmm.

Okay.

What is it, Dad?

Only the answer to all of life's problems.

Popcorn.

Mm!

Is that the best thing ever or what?

- Mm! It is good. - "Good"?

This is great !

Life, my girl, doesn't get better than this.

- Mum, what is it? - It's nothing to worry about, Molly.

Nothing at all.

Well, it was only a matter of time before the humans showed up.

It looks like they're taking them to some kind of chicken farm.

Uh-oh.

I haven't seen that look in a long while.

You can't right all the world's wrongs, duck.

Meeting tonight. Spread the word.

Here we go again.

What's going on, Mum?

Why can't I go up my tree anymore? What's this meeting about?

It's nothing, Molly.

It's, um, just...

There's some quite big wasps up there this year.

Really?

Besides, I need someone to stay here and look after your dad.

Don't worry. I'm good.

Okay.

Maybe while you're out, he can tell me a story.

Good idea.

Good night, my big, brave girl.

Good night, Ginge. Good luck.

Okay, Mollypod. What do you wanna do?

Well, I thought you could tell me about... this.

Oh!

Uh, uh, uh, that... that is... not me.

Okay. Yes, it's me. But it was a long time ago.

And?

And,

actually,

it's a... it's a pretty good story.

It's not just eggs they want from us.

Ginger has that look about her.

I reckon she'll have us charging right into the fray.

I don't want to charge into any frays.

I... I'm fray-phobic.

- All right, everyone! Please, quiet! - Wait. She's starting.

- Quiet! - Shut your beak.

Now, we all know about the new road.

And the trucks taking chickens to what looks like some kind of farm.

A farm?

No, it's all right, Beryl. Listen. Listen.

We know from experience what that can mean.

It's something we just can't ignore.

We really only have one choice.

I don't want to hear it.

We've got to do something.

We have to hide.

- Ah? - Huh?

Hide?

Yes. Hide!

You mean, pretend we're not here?

Exactly.

Operation Lie Low. Jolly good.

Ooh! I like lilos. Especially the stripy ones.