[The movie opens with the Netflix logo, followed by the Aardman logo. Then, as the opening credits roll, we hear Rocky's voice.]
ROCKY: (voiceover; to the viewers) Hey. How you doin’ in there? You sitting comfortably? All settled in? Okay, good.
[Fade open to a chicken farm in the middle of the fields. We enter a recap of the first Chicken Run as we see all of the chickens lined up.]
ROCKY: (voiceover; to the viewers) Now, listen. I’m gonna tell you a story. It’s all about the time we escaped from a chicken farm.
[A figure pushes the door open and steps in as the chickens stand in fear. It's Melisha Tweedy. She pulls out a measuring tape and the chickens gasp in horror.]
ROCKY: (voiceover; to the viewers) There was this farmer, see? And she absolutely hated chickens.
[We see dogs and Mr. Tweedy as obstacles before Mrs. Tweedy's hand grab an axe from a stump. Her shadow raises it up.]
ROCKY: (voiceover; to the viewers) Kept them locked up like prisoners. I guess you could say she had a real axe to grind.
[Cut to her pushing the door open as lightning flashes. Then cut to Mr. Tweedy standing before a big pie machine. She throws a pie at Mr. Tweedy, transitioning to her placing the sticker. "MRS. TWEEDY'S CHICKEN PIES."]
ROCKY: (voiceover; to the viewers) Got herself a machine that turned chickens into pies.
[A clip where Bunty says "We mustn't panic" and the chickens screaming in fear is shown. Then it shows Various clips of Ginger, fighting Mr Tweedy, and escaping the pie machine.]
ROCKY: (voiceover; to the viewers) 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.
GINGER: (confidently; to the chickens) Freedom.
[Cut to a montage of the chickens getting tools and pulling ropes.]
ROCKY: (voiceover; to the viewers) She pulled us all together… (the flying machine is revealed) …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.
[The last clip shows Ginger releasing the rope and letting Mrs. Tweedy fall. ?.]
ROCKY: (voiceover; to the viewers) And you know who that freedom-fighting chicken was? Your very own mom.
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GINGER: (to Rocky) Rocky...
[Transition to show the two in their hut, revealing that Rocky is telling the recap to their egg.]
GINGER: (to Rocky) Don’t you think bedtime stories might be a bit premature?
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Well… I mean, you’re never too young to learn where you came from.
[They both look over to their egg.]
GINGER: (to Rocky) But those days are over, thank goodness. We’ve got our happy ending. We’re living in it.
[?]
CHICKEN: (to Mac) Your way, Mac.
MAC: (to Bunty) More fruit coming, Bunty.
BUNTY: (to Mac) Oh! Oh, thanks, Mac, ’cause I’m working up a thirst here.
FOWLER: (to Bunty) Good work, Bunty. Keep it up.
GINGER: (to Rocky) You know what? I think it’s time to put the past behind us.
BABS: (to a chicken) Turned out nice again.
CHICKEN #2: (to Babs) Ooh, yeah. Lovely.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Past? What past?
GINGER: (to Rocky) That past, behind us.
[?]
ROCKY: (to Ginger) But these, these are our glory days. That’s who we are.
GINGER: (to Rocky) It’s who we were. We went through all that so our baby doesn’t have to.
ROCKY: (sighs; to Ginger) 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.
[Suddenly, the egg wobbles and two legs pop out.]
ROCKY: (screams; to Ginger) What do I do? What do I do?
[The egg hops off.]
ROCKY: (scared; to Ginger) It’s hopping!
GINGER: (to Rocky) Just grab it!
MAC: (?) Oh no!
[Bunty accidentally kicks the egg up in the air.]
BUNTY: (?) Whoops! Egg’s up!
FOWLER: (?) Good grief. A live shell. Clear the area!
[?]
ROCKY: (?) Oh! Get it!
GINGER: (?) Watch out!
GINGER: (gasps)
ROCKY: (scared) No!
[?]
ROCKY: (surprised; to Ginger) Would you look at that. We’ve got ourselves a family.
CHICK: (?) Huh?
GINGER: (softly; to Rocky) Oh, look at her, Rocky. (gasps) She’s perfect. (to the chick) Welcome to the world. Molly.
MAC: (to Molly) Ah, what a bonny wee hen.
BUNTY: (to Molly) Oh, she’s got her father’s spindly little legs.
FOWLER: (to Molly) We need to build them up, what, what. When I was in the RAF, we did 50 squats before breakfast. (tries to do one squat but hurts himself) That’s gone.
BABS: (to Ginger and Rocky) I made her a bicycle.
ROCKY: (to Babs) Really?
[Babs nods and holds up a bike made of yarn.]
GINGER: (to Babs) Oh. You knitted one. What a lovely… thought. Thank you, Babs.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Y’know, I’d say our little island paradise just got a little more “paradisier.” Cock-a-doodle-doo!
[His crow echoes through the island as the camera zooms back. The title, Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget appears. We then see Ginger rolling Molly in a stroller while Rocky shakes a toy at her.]
ROCKY: (to Molly) Coochie-coo.
[?]
ROCKY: (?) Huh?
GINGER: (?) Whoops.
GINGER: (gasps; to Molly) Molly! No, no, no, no! Stop that pram!
(The pram crashes and Molly started walking, much to the parent's amazement.)
GINGER: (to Molly) That’s my brave little girl.
ROCKY: (to Molly) Yes! You’re doing great!
GINGER: (to Molly) Ooh. No, no, no, no.
ROCKY: (to Molly) No, no, no!
GINGER: (to Molly) Molly, that’s a bit too brave.
ROCKY: (to Molly) Careful up there, sweetheart. Hold on to the sides. Hold on to it.
MOLLY: (?) Ah.
[laughs]
YOUNG MOLLY: (?) Huh? (jumps off) Whee!
MAC: (to Molly) Oh no! No, no, no!
FOWLER: (?) Outrageous!
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?: (?) Oh! (giggles)
[???]
BUNTY: (?) Aw.
[???]
ROCKY: (chuckles)
MOLLY: (?) Mm.
BABS: (to the others) Anyone for tea?
GINGER: (to Babs) Ooh, yeah. Cuppa tea.
BABS: (to the others) Mm-hmm.
[The hens notice Molly digging a hole with a spoon.]
ROCKY: (to the rats) Hey, boys. Welcome back.
NICK: (to Rocky) We have got some quality old junk for you today, Rocky, mate. Here you go.
ROCKY: (to Molly) Molly, hold on to this for Daddy.
[Molly nods as she holds the items with a cheep.]
ROCKY: (to the rats) All right. Well, nice to see ya.
NICK: (to Rocky) See you next month.
FETCHER: (offscreen; to Molly) Hiya, hen.
ROCKY: (confused; turns around) Huh?
[He spots Molly on the departing boat.]
YOUNG MOLLY: (to Rocky) Mm, bye-bye.
GINGER: (?) Mm.
MOLLY AND GINGER: (chuckle)
GINGER: (quietly; to Rocky) Mutt.
Ah.
[both laugh]
[???]
No, you cheater! Cheater!
[???]
MOLLY: (to Ginger and Rocky) See you later.
ROCKY: (shocked; compares sizes) Hmm? Hmm.
MOLLY: (to two chickens) Hello!
HENS: (to Molly) Morning.
MOLLY: (to another chicken) Hello! Morning!
HEN #1: (to Molly) Morning!
MOLLY: (to another chicken) Hiya!
HEN #2: (to Molly) Morning, pet!
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MOLLY: (grunts; to Ginger) Hi, Mum.
GINGER: (to Molly) Oh. Hello, darling.
MOLLY: (to the mice and Rocky) Hi, Dad! Uncle Nick! Uncle Fetcher!
FETCHER: (to Nick) She just called me “uncle.”
NICK: (to Fetcher) Steady, mate. Steady.
FETCHER: (voice breaking; to Nick) But I’ve never had a family of me own.
NICK: (to Fetcher) Me neither.
[They both begin to cry.]
ROCKY: (sighs)
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Mum, I was thinking. Can we go over there?
GINGER: (to Molly) Where, love?
MOLLY: (to Ginger) The other side of the water.
[Ginger looks over the side of the water, the horrible memory of being fenced in and Mrs Tweedy.]
GINGER: (to Molly) Oh, we’ve spoken about this, Molly. There’s nothing over there for us.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) What about stuff Uncle Nick and Fetch bring? Isn’t that for us?
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Hey. What’s up, Ginge?
GINGER: (to Rocky) Rocky. (takes a deep breath) Molly’s asking about going off the island.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Oh, right. Oh, right. (inhales; to Molly) Hey, Molly. Do you wanna see the world’s coolest invention?
MOLLY: (thinks; to Rocky) Hmm. Okay.
[A while later...]
MOLLY: (curiously; to Rocky) What is it, Dad?
ROCKY: (to Molly) Only the answer to all of life’s problems. Popcorn. (sighs) Is that the best thing ever or what?
GINGER: (to Rocky) Mm! It is good.
MOLLY: (scoffs; to Ginger) “Good”? This is great!
GINGER: (to Molly) Life, my girl, doesn’t get better than this.
[As they watched on the village, something shook. Ginger went over to the hill and saw trees being cut down.]
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Mum, what is it?
GINGER: (to Molly) It’s nothing to worry about, Molly. Nothing at all.
[Workmen cut down every tree and started making a road. Mac, Bunty, and Ginger watched as trucks drove down on the new road.]
MAC: (to Ginger) Well, it was only a matter of time before the humans showed up.
GINGER: (to the others) It looks like they’re taking them to some kind of chicken farm.
[Ginger stood up, firmly.]
BUNTY: (to Ginger) Uh-oh. I haven’t seen that look in a long while. You can’t right all the world’s wrongs, duck.
GINGER: (to the others) Meeting tonight. Spread the word.
BUNTY: (tuts) Here we go again.
[Later at sunset, Molly looked through the window to see the chickens gathering around.]
MOLLY: (bored; to Ginger) What’s going on, Mum? Why can’t I go up my tree anymore? What’s this meeting about?
GINGER: (to Molly) It’s nothing, Molly. It’s, um, just… There’s some quite big wasps up there this year.
MOLLY: (sighs; to Ginger) Really?
GINGER: (to Molly) Besides, I need someone to stay here and look after your dad.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Don’t worry. I’m good.
MOLLY: (giggles; to Ginger) Okay. Maybe while you’re out, he can tell me a story.
GINGER: (to Molly) Good idea. Good night, my big, brave girl.
[Ginger leaves, Molly went upstairs to get something.]
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Good night, Ginge. Good luck. (to Molly) Okay, Mollypod. What do you wanna do?
MOLLY: (to Rocky) Well, I thought you could tell me about… this. (pulls out the poster)
ROCKY: (to Molly) Oh! (chuckles sheepishly) Uh, uh, uh, that… that is… not me. (Molly looks at the poster before giving him a pleading look) Okay. Yes, it’s me. But it was a long time ago.
MOLLY: (to Rocky) And?
ROCKY: (to Molly) And, actually, it’s a… it’s a pretty good story.
[in the town hall stage, all the chickens had gathered around as Ginger went up to the stage.]
HEN #1: (?) It’s not just eggs they want from us.
BUNTY: (?) Ginger has that look about her. I reckon she’ll have us charging right into the fray.
BABS: (?) I don’t want to charge into any frays. I… I’m fray-phobic.
GINGER: (to the crowd) All right, everyone! Please, quiet!
HEN #2: (to the crowd) Wait. She’s starting.
GINGER: (to the crowd) Quiet!
HEN #2: (to the crowd) Shut your beak.
GINGER: (to the crowd) Now, we all know about the new road. And the trucks taking chickens to what looks like some kind of farm.
BERYL: (scared; to Ginger) A farm? (clucks nervously and lays an egg)
GINGER: (to Beryl) 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.
BABS: (shudders and buries her face into her knitting) I don’t want to hear it.
GINGER: (to the crowd) We’ve got to do something. We have to hide.
[All the chickens murmur in confusion.]
FOWLER: (to Ginger) Hide?
GINGER: (to Fowler) Yes. Hide!
HEN: (to Ginger) You mean, pretend we’re not here?
GINGER: (to the hen) Exactly.
[All the chickens cheer. Later, they leave the hut.]
FOWLER: (to Babs) Operation Lie Low. Jolly good.
BABS: (to Fowler) Ooh! I like lilos. Especially the stripy ones.
HEN: (to her friend) She’s right, you know. It’s really not our problem.
HEN #4: (laughs; to her friend) Oh, you!
MAC: (to Ginger) Are you all right, hen? It’s not like you to shy away from danger.
GINGER: (frowns; to Mac) I know, but I have Molly to think about now. And I… We can’t risk our freedom by venturing into a world that finds chickens so… delicious.
[Later that night, the chickens prepare the coverup.]
GINGER: (to the chickens) Lift!
[The chickens pull the cover over the trees.]
GINGER: (to the chickens) Right. All we have to do now is keep quiet and not draw attention to ourselves.
ROCKY: (loudly) Cock-a-doodle-doo!
[The chickens shut the doors.]
GINGER: (hushed; to Rocky) Rocky! Um, given our new situation, maybe you shouldn’t crow anymore.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Don’t crow? (chuckles) What? But that’s, like, my thing.
GINGER: (to Rocky) Maybe you could do a different thing. A quieter one?
MOLLY: (offscreen; amazed) Wow! Look at this!
[Ginger looked and saw Molly at the coverage.]
GINGER: (to Molly) Molly! Get away from that.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Ginge, can we talk about the whole…
FOWLER: (hiding in the bushes; to Rocky) She’s right, you know. Careless squawks cost lives. We have to lie low. I’m running a camouflage lesson at noon. If you can find me.
[He runs off.]
MOLLY: (to Ginger) What’s it for, Mum?
[Then Molly looked, she sees a truck that reads Funland Farms.]
Molly: (curiously; to Ginger) Oh! What is that? It’s got a chicken sitting in a bucket on it. It’s doing this. (giggles) Oh, that’s so funny.
GINGER: (to Molly) Uh, let’s go home.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Where are they going? (gasps) Can we go with them? It looks like a lot of fun.
GINGER: (to Molly) I’m sorry, Molly. You’re not ready to go off the island.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) But I…
GINGER: (to Rocky) Uh, Rocky? Little help?
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Maybe I could crow on weekends. Y’know?
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Why am I not ready? I’m a big, brave girl. You always say so.
GINGER: (to Molly) I know. But you’re still a child.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Says who?
GINGER: (to Molly) Says me and your dad. Right, Rocky?
ROCKY: (to Molly) Yeah, that’s right. That’s right. Yes. Listen to your mom, kiddo. (to Ginger) Oh! Oh. How about just half a crow? Like a “cock-a” or “doodle-doo”? Something that’s a little shorter.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Well, I’m going over to see those trucks because I am a Lone Free Ranger. Like Dad was. I’ve seen his poster. He used to live over there, and you did too.
ROCKY: (to Molly) Did I say that? I don’t… I don’t remember.
GINGER: (to Molly) That’s it. Molly, you are not leaving this island.
MOLLY: (angrily; to Ginger) You can’t make me stay here. You’re not the boss of me.
GINGER: (to Molly) Actually, I am. Look, Molly, you’ve got everything you want right here.
MOLLY: (angrily; to Ginger) Except for one thing.
GINGER: (to Molly) And what’s that?
MOLLY: (angrily; to Ginger) Freedom.
[Ginger gasps in surprise and Molly storms off.]
ROCKY: (to Ginger) You know, she is a lot like you.
[Later that night, a Funland Farms truck drives in and stops. Ginger pokes out of a bush and sneaks over to it. The door opens to reveal the menacing silhouette of Melisha Tweedy, wielding an axe.]
MRS. TWEEDY: (distorted; to Ginger) Your daughter is going to be delicious!
[She swings down her axe. Ginger screams and wakes up, for it was only a nightmare.]
ROCKY: [yelps] Not the face! Not the face!
[They then notice that Molly's gone.]
GINGER: [gasps] Molly?
[When they look, they saw that Molly was gone. They gasped. All over the down, all the chickens started calling out for Molly.]
HENS: (calling out) Molly?
HEN #1: (calling out) Come out, Molly!
HEN #2: (calling out) Molly!
HEN #3: (calling out) Molly?
BABS: (calling out) Molly?
BUNTY: (calling out) Molly!
FETCHER: (calling out) Molly!
GINGER: (calling out) Molly?
ROCKY: (calling out) Molly!
FOWLER: (calling out) Come out, Molly.
[Ginger and Rocky notice the coverage had been opened up with the twig, they ran down to the dock and saw at the other side was a spoon and a raft.]
GINGER: (horrified) No! She’s left the island.
[At the other side, Molly is all alone.]
MOLLY: (to herself) This isn’t so bad. Don’t know what Mum was worried about. [chuckles nervously] I’m big and I’m brave. Yeah, course I am. [shakily] I’m big… [whimpers] And… [gasps]…not very brave.
[She screams in fear and started to run as fast as she could and onto the street. Looking up, she thought she saw something approaching. Someone shoved her aside, to prevent from getting hit by the truck.]
CHICKEN: (to Molly) What were you doin’? Have you got a death wish?
MOLLY: (to the chicken) No. Wait, what’s a death wish?
CHICKEN: (to Molly) Isn’t it a bit late for you to be out, baby girl?
MOLLY: (to the chicken) I’m not a baby girl. I’m a… I’m a big, brave girl. And isn’t it a bit late for you to be out too?
CHICKEN: (chuckles; to Molly) Okay, I like it. Give as good as you get, eh? Well, I’m Frizzle. And you are?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Molly. (sighs) Although, it’s kind of a goofy name. So I’m thinking of changing it to…
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Zip it, kidda. It’s stoppin’. Now’s our chance. Are you comin’ or not?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Coming where?
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) To the happy chicken truck.
MOLLY: (gasps; to Frizzle) You’ve seen them too?
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Right. Wherever that truck’s goin’, it’s gonna be cooler than a penguin’s toenails.
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Uh, what’s a toenail? What’s a penguin?
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Oh! You have got so much to learn. Come on.
MOLLY: (sighs; to Frizzle) Wait for me!
[Molly follows after Frizzle. Ginger, Rocky, Fowler, Babs, Mac and Bunty had got onto the logs to swim to the other side as Rocky explained to Ginger.]
ROCKY: (to Ginger) I mean, so she found my poster, and I told her a story. I don’t think that’s such a big deal.
GINGER: (to Rocky) Oh no. It was perfectly sensible to encourage our daughter to be a Lone Free Ranger.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) You know, if you had it your way, she’d still be in her shell.
GINGER: (to Rocky) Well, better in her shell than out on the open road.
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) So, do you live on an island too?
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Nah. I was stuck on a boring old farm. Then the trucks came, and they said I was too small to go. But that’s not gonna stop me. You get to sit in a bucket. What chicken doesn’t want their own bucket?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) I want a bucket.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) The thing about us, Mol, is that we wanna go where we wanna go whenever we want.
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Yeah. With nobody telling us what we can and can’t do.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Me and you, kidda. All the way.
[Molly looked and noticed a gas station where the truck is.]
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Holy moly.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Hear that? It’s like a party in there.
[Molly gets startled when she noticed a human driver.]
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) What is that?
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) You’ve never seen a human before? We had them back at the farm. [quietly] They’re kinda stupid. They fed us and tidied up after us. They’re basically like waitin’ staff. (to the driver) Oi! Oi, you!
Driver: (to the chickens) Huh? How did you two get out here?
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) What do you say, Molly? Do you want to come on the adventure of a lifetime or not?
[The driver picks her up and then Molly before Ginger and Rocky arrive.]
ROCKY & GINGER: (scared) Oh no!
GINGER: (scared; to Molly) Molly!
[They run after the truck. Rocky gets on first.]
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Ginger!
[He helps Ginger up on the truck. Mac and the others arrive but they could not catch up. Looking over, Mac can see a wooden trolley. On the bumper, Rocky pushed Ginger up to the window. Inside there are hundreds of chickens.]
GINGER: Molly!
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) I know what you’re thinking. Where are the buckets? I bet they give ’em to us when we get there.
Hen: Are we nearly there yet?
GINGER: Molly!
[Ginger balls but was caught by Bunty.]
BABS: Hello.
[Rocky falls, sending Fowler flying and onto the window.]
FOWLER: [groans] There go the goujons!
ROCKY: (to Fowler) Hang on, Fowler!
FOWLER: (to Rocky) What do you think I’m doing?
[The truck moved aroudn the corner, sending the chickens falling.]
GINGER: [gasps] Molly!
[She runs off and notices a billboard of the Funland Farms.]
ROCKY: Well, hey. That doesn’t look so bad. Oh, that looks so bad.
[It was a massive factory, where a mount and gate circles around it.]
GUARD: (to the driver) Right. Stop here. Let’s have a look. Okay, all clear. On your way.
[The truck drives up the ramp and into the tunnels.]
BUNTY: (to the others) We mustn’t panic. No. No panicking.
BABS: (to the others) I don’t like it.
FOWLER: (to the others) It’s a perfect time to panic. The enemy has the upper hand.
MAC: We must keep our heads!
BABS: Where should we keep them?
ROCKY: [splutters] I’m trying to think here.
BUNTY: No panicking. No. I said no panicking!
MAC: (to Ginger) Ginger, what do you say?
GINGER: (to the others) What did I say? I say, last time, we broke out of a chicken farm. Well, this time, we’re breaking in.
[Babs faints. Inside the factory, Molly, Frizzle and the other chickens are brought inside.]
HENS: (amazed) Ooh!
HEN #1: (amazed) It smells funny.
HEN #2: (amazed) This is not what I expected.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) This is, uh… cool, isn’t it?
MAN: (to the chickens) That’s it, my lovelies. Come on down.
[Falling into the conveyor belt, Molly and Frizzle sees chickens getting collars placed onto their necks.]
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) I don’t fancy that. Come on. Over here.
[They leap down to the lower belt where they go sliding into a dark chute. They scream, clutching each other until they land on a hedge land path. They girls looked and saw that there was a grassy park.]
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Did I promise you the adventure of a lifetime or what? Come on. Let’s play.
[They rush off to have fun in the park.]
FRIZZLE: (excitedly) Whoo-hoo! [laughs]
MOLLY: (excitedly) Yeah!
Let’s go in the pool.
[We fade-transition to outside the factory.]
GINGER: (to the others) Listen, everyone. We can do this. We just need a really clever plan.
ROCKY: (to the others) Okay. I’ve got this. I’ve got this. [slowly] I’m gonna go in there, and I’m gonna bust Molly out.
BUNTY: (to Rocky) And just how the bloomin’ heck are you going to do that?
ROCKY: (to Bunty) Well, by, uh… uh, y’know, going in there and then… busting her out.
BUNTY: (to Rocky) That’s not a plan. That’s just saying what you wish would happen.
MAC: (to Rocky) Aye, and 12 herrings and a bagpipe are just a pile of mince if you havnae kent the rules.
ROCKY: (to Mac) You know, that sounded a little negative to me.
GINGER: (to Rocky) Mac’s right. We need more details. We only get one shot at this, so we need to make sure that every move we make is carefully thought through. We can’t just rush in and… Uh, Rocky? What are you doing?
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Sometimes you just gotta take a leap, Ginger. (to Fowler) You ready, Fowler?
FOWLER: (to Rocky) Ready.
ROCKY: (to Fowler) Fire.
GINGER: (to Rocky) Rocky.
ROCKY: (heroically) Cock-a-doodle…
[His foot gets snagged on the barb fire and swing into the electric fence. He hits the ground and mechanical moles pop out from the ground and fire. Rocky flees away from the darts and grabs the pole and went over the lake. The robot ducks aimed lasers at him. An explosion throws Rocky over the roof. He tumbled backwards off the wall and a vent sucks him into it.]
BABS: (smiles) Ooh, that went well.
MAC: (to Ginger) Well, one good thing. At least now we’ve got the details.
GINGER: [sighs; to the others] Right. We’re gonna need some backup.
[We cut to Nick and Fetcher.]
NICK: (to Ginger) No way. That place is impenetrable.
FETCHER: (to Ginger) Yeah, and you can’t get in neither.
NICK: (to Ginger) It’s an impossible mission.
FETCHER: (confused; to Nick) Uh, shouldn’t it be the other way around?
NICK: [sighs; to Fetcher] Don’t be a ‘nana, Fetch.
GINGER: (to the rats) I know it looks like a million-to-one shot but we know the layout, and Mac thinks there’s a way in.
[Mac had built herself the replica of the Fun land Farm factory.]
MAC: (explains; to the others) This is Fun Land Farm.
BABS: Oh! It’s much smaller than I expected.
MAC: (to Babs) Uh, thanks, Babs. (explains; to the others) There’s a wee side door in a blind spot. With a cheeky wee trick to open it.
NICK: So, only the small matter of this electric fence.
FETCHER: All these guards.
NICK: The camera-driven gun-toting moles.
FETCHER: And the laser-guided exploding ducks.
GINGER: (to the rats) Please. You’ve got to help us. Rocky’s in there.
FETCHER: (to Ginger) Ah, shame. I quite liked him.
GINGER: (to the rats) And so is Molly.
FETCHER: (to Ginger) Molly? Our little niece? [gasps]
NICK: (to Fetcher) Steady, mate. Stay strong.
GINGER: (to the rats) So you’re in?
NICK: [splutters; to Ginger] Just tell us what you need.
FETCHER: (to Ginger) Anything for our little Molly!
GINGER: (confident; to the others) We can do this, everyone. Bunty, with your strength, my love, we can move mountains. Mac, you’re the brains. Babs, you’re our… wool specialist. Nick and Fetch, you’re the sneakiest little toerags this side of the Dales.
NICK: (to Ginger) Oh. [sniffles] You’re too kind.
FETCHER: [chuckles; to Ginger] Flatterer.
GINGER: (to Fowler) And, Fowler, with your wisdom and vigilance… Fowler?
FOWLER: (to Ginger) Ooh. [splutters] And then the second wave of bombers approach the target, and that’s where I come in.
GINGER: (to Fowler) Actually, Fowler, we need to find something special for you.
FOWLER: (to Ginger) Ah, right.
GINGER: (to Fowler) How about… getaway man?
FOWLER: (to Ginger) Getaway man, eh? Hmm. [clicks tongue] Sounds important. I like it.
GINGER: (to the others) Right. Let’s gather what we need and hurry. Who knows what horrors Molly is dealing with in there.
[In the factory, Molly and Frizzle are riding on the egg cup ride.]
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) This place is fun!
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) It’s the most amazin’ place ever.
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) And my mum said that’s where we live.
FRIZZLE: [scoffs; to Molly] Yeah, right. Are the streets paved with marshmallows where you live? Can ya bounce on them?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) No! They’re paved with dirt.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Can you lie around doin’ nothin’ all day?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Actually, my dad can.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Well, everyone can do that here. [gasps] Wow. I’ve heard of this, but I never knew it actually existed.
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Cool. What is it?
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) All-you-can-eat buffet.
[She pecks a button and colorful corn pops up.]
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Cooler than a penguin’s toenails. [giggles]
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Right?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) It’s just, back home, I had jobs to do. I helped Mac with the harvester, helped Bunty pick carrots, made yarn with Babs. But here, it’s just play. And then more play. I wonder if they’re missing me.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) It’s great, innit? We’re free to do whatever we want. Come on!
[Molly slides down and knocks into a chicken.]
MOLLY: (apologetically; to the chicken) Sorry!
[Molly starts to take notice that most of the chickens are behaving strangely, dilated shrunken pupils, wide grins, and creepy laughter.]
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Frizzle! There’s actually something strange about this place.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) I’ll say. Ever seen anything like this before?
Man: Oh no, what’s this? You aren’t supposed to be back there, number… Hmm. You don’t have a number? We don’t want chickens making any trouble here. Especially not today.
GINGER: (to the others) Okay, everyone. It’s go time.
BABS: (to Ginger) It’s all right. I went before we left.
[Ginger gulps at the sight of the guards patrolling. A guard watched as a cake winds up in front of him. Looking around he examines the cake and tasted the icing. As he blows the candle, Ginger pops up and cuffs him. She leaps down out of the cake and lights the rockets hidden under the cake. They go off, sending him into a tree. Bunty cuts the tree, setting it to explode. A security guard inside notices the fireworks. In a cotton wooled cloud airship, Nick takes a picture, and Fetch hangs it in front of the camera. But he had it upside down.]
NICK: (to Fetcher) No, you mug. [quietly] It’s upside down.
FETCHER: (to Nick) Oh right.
[Fetcher rotates the picture. Ginger beckons the other hens over to the fence. Bunty inflates a rubber ring.]
GINGER: (to the others) Go! Go! Go!
[They went through and stab the ring with Babs' needle.]
GUARD: (?) All clear.
[Sneaking past, Ginger opened up scuba gear made out of plastic bottles and dive into the water. Swimming underwater, they invade the robot ducks and made it to the other side. Ginger catapults over to the wall and pulled the others up.]
GINGER: (to the others) Let’s go.
[They sneak across the compound while the rats parachute down using an umbrella. The chicken slide down a lamp post and dizzily ran to the door.]
NICK: [grunts] Perfect landin’. Right on the button.
FETCHER: (to Nick) Right on the button? Mm. Okay.
[Fetcher does so, and the umbrella closes down on the rats.]
NICK: Let me out!
[A vent sucks them in.]
MAC: The camera!
GINGER: (to Mac) I’ve got it.
[She runs to the camera and ducks into a dark place. She shoots a photo at the guard's face. She runs over to Mac and gave her the photo of the eye. Using a tape measure, Mac raised the photo up to the scanner. The door opens and they run in.]
FOWLER: “Getaway man,” she said. More like taxi driver for a couple of rats. [groans] There. Textbook landing. At ease, soldier. I reckon they think I’m too old for this caper. Some rambling old rooster who’s easily distracted. Hm. Oh, actually, there’s quite an amusing story about that. One time, I was out rambling… Well, on maneuvers, and…
[?]
ROCKY: All right. I’m inside.
[?]
ROCKY: [pained; to the rats] Get off of me.
FETCHER: (to Nick) Nick, uh, I don’t wanna worry you, but I think your bum just spoke.
ROCKY: (to the rats) Guys? What are you doin’ here?
BOTH: (overjoyed; to Rocky) Rocky!
FETCHER: (to Rocky) We’re with Ginger. Uh, we’ve come to rescue ya.
ROCKY: [chuckles; to the rats] Rescue me? No, no. I’m doing the rescuing. I’m not being rescued. I am rescuing Molly.
NICK: (to Rocky) How’s that going, then?
ROCKY: (to the rats) Well… [chuckles] Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but you guys are just gonna hold me back. I tend to work alone.
NICK: (to Rocky) Oh, yeah?
ROCKY: (to the rats) Yeah, the Lone Free Ranger. [chuckles] Right? And I am close. I can feel it. I’m gettin’ warm, boys. Really warm, actually.
FETCHER: [sniffs; to Nick and Rocky] Can anyone smell roast chicken?
ROCKY: (to the rats) I said you’d hold me back!
NICK: (to Fetcher and Rocky) Oh dear. [sighs] We actually planned that.
FETCHER: (to Nick) Did we?
ROCKY: Okay. I’ve gotta go find Molly.
FETCHER: [spluttering] Molly?
NICK: (to Fetcher) Hold it back, son. Hold it back.
[Molly is looking at one of the chicken's blank smiling faces and waved her hand to get her attention while Frizzle watched.]
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Look at them. It’s like they’re all a bit… brainless. Erm. I don’t think I like it here.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) Yeah. It’s not as much fun as it looked on the poster, is it?
MOLLY: [gasps; to Frizzle] Hey, Frizzle. Maybe we should try and find out what’s going on in this place.
FRIZZLE: [gasps; to Molly] Now, that sounds like a real adventure. Come on. Let’s investigate.
[As the two girl chickens sneak onto the platform, something throw Molly into the painted blue sky. A hatch had opened, and a figure emerge from the hatch.]
DR. FRY: (to Frizzle) Come on, now, you naughty little thing. [laughs] I’m just your big chicken friend who only wants you to be happy.
[Frizzle screams as Dr Fry grabs her. Once Molly got up, she takes the notice of Frizzle.]
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Frizzle! [she spots the giant chicken descending down before she climbs up the platform] What was that?
[When she turns around, Frizzle has wide eyes and a creepy grin. She now has the collar on.]
FRIZZLE: (brainwashed; to Molly) Hello. Who are you?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) What? [scoffs] It’s me. Molly.
FRIZZLE: [flatly; to Molly] Happy to meet you.
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Frizzle, what’s this?
[She struggles to get the collar off but falls.]
Molly: (to Frizzle) Come on, Frizzle. We’ve got to go.
[She tries to get her off the spring ride, but it was useless.]
FRIZZLE: (brainwashed; to Molly) But I’ve never been so happy. Whee!
[Gasping, Molly shrinks back as Frizzle blankly rode in the springy ride. Alone in the park, full of mindless chickens, Molly sniffled, tears leaking from her eyes.]
MOLLY: (to herself) No. [softly] I’m big… …and I’m brave.
[She heads to Frizzle]
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Frizzle. [quietly] Listen. I’m going to find out what’s going on here. Then I will be back. I promise.
[Finding a flap, she got underneath and got out of the park. She is in backstage area strung by cables and machines. She looked around in amazement and went though a vent. She hides behind some wooden boxes to see the mysterious man leave.]
Guard: (to Dr. Fry) Dr. Fry, your guest has arrived.
[He pulls out the card to show the words. "Sir Eats A Lot: Family Restaurants and the manager's name R. Smith.]
DR. FRY: [gasps] Sir Eat-a-Lot. Right. It’s showtime.
[Molly follows after Dr Fry. At the lobby, the doctor greets Mr. Smith.]
DR. FRY: (to Reginald) Ah, Sir Eat-a-Lot! Welcome. [chuckles] What an honor to have a knight of the realm with us.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Dr. Fry) Actually, Sir Eat-a-Lot is just the name of the restaurant. My name is… Oh.
[He notices that Dr Fry still had his chicken feet and glove on. He quickly takes off the glove.]
DR. FRY: [splutters; to Reginald] Here at Fun Land Farms, we do everything we can to make our chickens feel right at home.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Dr. Fry) Well, I must say, I’ve never seen a farm like this before, Dr. Fry. Is all this security really necessary?
DR. FRY: (to Reginald) Oh yes.
GINGER: Molly.
DR. FRY: (to Reginald) You see, behind these doors are secrets that will change the world of poultry technology forever.
GINGER: Come on.
[They follow after the humans but the doors are about to close.]
GINGER: [panting] No!
[Ginger makes it through, but Mac, Bunty and Babs were left in the lobby.]
Guard: (to the chickens) Oi, what are you lot doing?
All: Attack!
[The chickens begin to attack the guard. In the vent, Rocky and the two mice are lost.]
ROCKY: This place is a maze. How am I ever gonna find Molly in here?
FETCHER: (spots her; to Nick and Rocky) There she is.
[Looking down, they see Molly through the vent.]
ROCKY: Huh? Molly? Molly! Molly!
MOLLY: [panting]
DR. FRY: (to Reginald) And, um, how’s the restaurant business?
REGINALD SMITH: (to Dr. Fry) Actually, a little slow.
DR. FRY: [chuckling; to Reginald] Oh well, I think we can help you with that.
GINGER: Molly! [yells] No! No! Molly! Molly! Molly!
ROCKY: Ah. Ginger? Right. I’m gone.
FETCHER: Well, can’t we just take the lift?
[The two humans arrived at nice penthouse.]
REGINALD SMITH: (to Dr. Fry) All I can say, Dr. Fry, is this had better be… good.
DR. FRY: (to Reginald) My, uh, partner will be joining us shortly. In the meantime, we’ve prepared a little presentation. [chuckles] Please, be seated.
[Molly peeks herself from the briefcase as Dr Fry presses a button. The video begins to play. Getting underneath the table, Molly watched.]
NARRATOR: (voiceover; explains) This is an ordinary chicken. Plain, dull, and easily frightened. Like any simpleminded creature, its natural instincts, when faced with processing, is fear and panic. [Ginger emerges of the vent] When this occurs, the muscles tense, which cause the connective tissues to form knots. The result? Meat that is tough, dry, and flavorless.
LITTLE BOY: (on video; to his mother) Mummy, this meat is tough, dry, and flavorless. I hate you, Mummy.
GINGER: Molly.
NARRATOR: (voiceover; explains) Fear not, underappreciated mother. For what if science could change all that? For what if science could alter a chicken’s response to fear? What if it could make a chicken happy to be processed? Then you’d say, “Well done, science.”] Because a happy chicken is a tasty chicken.
[Ginger runs over and hides behind some stairs.]
LITTLE BOY: (on video; to his mother) This is the most delicious chicken in the whole wide world. I love you, Mummy.
MOTHER: (on video; joyfully) Thank you, science.
GINGER: [whispering] Molly.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Dr. Fry) That’s a clever little cartoon, Dr. Fry. But will you be able to do it?
???: [echoing; to Reginald] We already have.
GINGER: [gasps; recognizes the voice] That voice.
[Everyone looked as a woman stepped down the spiral stairs.]
DR. FRY: (to Reginald) Allow me to introduce my wife. Melisha Tweedy.
MRS. TWEEDY: (proudly; to Reginald) Welcome to the future.
[Ginger was horrified, recognizing that woman when she tried to kill her.]
GINGER: [gasps, horrified] It’s her.
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Darling, this is Sir Eat-a-Lot.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Mrs. Tweedy) The name is Reginald Smith. Sir Eat-a-Lot is just the name of the restaurant chain.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Reginald) Hello, Reginald. I see you’ve met my current husband, Dr. Fry. Was I attracted to his large inheritance and vast acres of land? No, it was his mind. You probably can’t tell by looking at him, but he’s a genius.
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) You flatter me, darling. [chuckles]
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Reginald) With degrees from Oxford and Cambridge in clinical neurology, behavioral psychology, genetic engineering…
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) And drama!
MRS. TWEEDY: [grunts]
DR. FRY: [yelps, thuds]
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Reginald) Now you’ve had the appetizer, time for the main course. Come.
GINGER: (to Molly) Molly, no. Get back.
[In the main lobby, the chickens had the guard tied up in Bab's knitting and looked through the monitors.]
GUARD: [grunting, muffled] Let me go!
MAC: Right. Try and find Molly.
BABS: Oh, look. Rocky and the rats are on telly. Looks like a real cliffhanger.
BUNTY: [grunts] Where is she?
DR. FRY: Oh, look. They like the new egg cup ride.
MOLLY: [quietly] Frizzle.
[Suddenly, she was pulled by Ginger.]
Molly: [to Ginger] Mum?
GINGER: (to Molly) Oh, Mollypod. Are you okay?
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Yes.
GINGER: (to Molly) Promise never to run away again. Did they hurt you?
MOLLY: (to Ginger) I’m fine, but I think they eat…
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Come on. Get on with it.
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Right you are, pumpkin. Behold. [dramatically] The remote control. And the other remote controls.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Dr. Fry) Why three?
DR. FRY: (to Reginald) Nobody knows.
MRS. TWEEDY: Let’s go with… that one.
[She presses the button, but it deactivated all the collars. The chickens snap back to reality.]
Hens: (confused) Huh?
Why am I playing golf?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Molly? Where are you, Molly?
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) What’s going on?
DR. FRY: [splutters] No, no, no. Wrong one, my angel. That’s the off button. [activates the button which makes the chickens mindless again] Allow me. [chuckles]
[He presses the button on 314. The collar on the chicken lights up.]
Chicken 314: [gasps; to the others] It’s me.
COLLARED CHICKENS: Whoa!
[A hill opens up to reveal a multicolored escalator.]
Hen 1: (to the others) She’s won the prize.
Frizzle: Oh wow.
All: What a lucky ducky!
Collared Hens: Ooh!
[The chicken stepped on which carried her up.]
GINGER: [quietly; to the chicken] No. Stop. Run, chicken! Run!
COLLARED CHICKENS: [to Chicken 314] Bye! Have a nice time!
[Once she's gone, the sound of saws can be heard.]
GINGER: (assuring; to Molly) Look at me, and do not look away.
[A bucket of steaming chicken nuggets popped up.]
MRS. TWEEDY: (proudly; to Reginald) Behold, the dawn of the nugget.
[Smith picks one nugget and eats it. He smiles dreamingly.]
REGINALD SMITH: (dreamingly) I love you, Mummy. (snaps back to attention) Um… Um, I… I… I mean, it’s delicious.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Reginald) Picture it. On every street, in every town. People on the go. Modern people in a modern world. They want their food, and they want it fast. And we will give it to them by the bucketful.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Fast food. I like it. This could be big.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Reginald) No. It will be huge. And Melisha Tweedy will have her revenge.
REGINALD SMITH: (confused; to Mrs. Tweedy) Revenge?
MRS. TWEEDY: (corrects; to Reginald) Revenue. That’s what I meant.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Mrs. Tweedy) I’ll send a truck to collect the first batch at dawn tomorrow.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Reginald) With my nuggets and your chain of restaurants, this is going to be a beautiful partnership.
DR. FRY: (to Reginald) Uh, shall I see you to your car, Your Sirness?
GINGER: (to Molly) Come on. Let’s get out of here.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) No, wait. We can’t go without Frizzle.
GINGER: (to Molly) Frizzle? Who’s Frizzle?
MOLLY: (to Ginger) She’s my friend. I can’t just leave her. I promised I’d come back.
GINGER: (to Molly) Please, Molly. You don’t understand.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) But you saw what happens. She’ll die.
GINGER: (to Molly) And if we don’t leave here now, then we will die too.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) I don’t care. I’m not leaving her here.
GINGER: (angrily; to Molly) You are just a child, and you have no idea who you’re dealing with.
[Unfortunately, their arguing has caught the attention of Mrs. Tweedy. Seeing Ginger brings back horrible memories of her defeat in the first movie. Then, she grows angry.]
MRS. TWEEDY: (angrily; to Ginger) You!
[Horrified, Ginger runs away]
MRS. TWEEDY: (angrily; to Ginger) Come back here!
[Ginger manages to hide, but Mrs. Tweedy caught her.]
MRS. TWEEDY: (angrily; to Ginger) Well now, the little escape artist. You won’t ruin this. Not again. (to Dr. Fry) Come back immediately, Doctor. And bring a collar. We’ve an unexpected guest.
[In the vents]
NICK: [weakly] Stop. You’re pushin’ us too hard, cuz.
FETCHER: I ain’t been this knackered since I took that hamster wheel for a test-drive.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Here she is.
ROCKY: (to the rats) Shh. Listen.
[Rocky looks through the vent and saw Ginger strapped the machine.]
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) The miserable, malcontented chicken that escaped Tweedy’s Farm and ruined my life.
BUNTY: What is this bloomin’ place?
MAC: Molly, where are you?
[When they look at the monitors, they saw Mrs. Tweedy laughing evilly. The chicken scream and Babs faint. They turned around and notice that the guard had been released.]
BABS: Ooh! He’s laddered me knitting.
MAC: Run!
[The chickens run away]
MRS. TWEEDY: (angrily; to Ginger) I gave you all a hen could want. A warm hut, all the feed you could eat. But you still weren’t happy. Well, I’m gonna make ya happy now.
[Dr. Fry snaps the collar on Ginger and turns the dial. Ginger tried to resist control.]
MOLLY: [gasps] Mum.
ROCKY: I’ve gotta get in there.
NICK: (to Rocky) Ah, I’ve got an idea. You’re the Lone Free Ranger, right?
ROCKY: (to Nick) Yeah.
NICK: (to Rocky) You used to get shot out of a cannon, right?
ROCKY: (to Nick) That is all… Why?
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) It’s not working. Turn up the power.
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) The equipment’s in good order, my love. I’ve just never seen a chicken so strong-willed.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) You don’t know the half of it. Turn it up to full power.
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Full power? But we’ve never tested it at that.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Must I do everything myself? Husbands and chickens, the bane of my life.
[She pulls up in full power. Ginger moans, her eyes dilating.]
ROCKY: (to the rats) Sure you can make this work?
NICK: (to Rocky) Oh yeah. There is nothing Fetch don’t know about electrics. He could chew through wiring before he could walk.
FETCHER: (to Rocky) Ready.
ROCKY: (to the rats) Great work, boys. I’m ready to fly.
NICK: (to Rocky) Goodbye, cuz. Or should I say, “au revoir.”
FETCHER: It’s more likely goodbye, to be honest.
[He activates the fan, sending Rocky flying and landing on Tweedy and Fry. Molly heads over and frees her mom.]
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Let’s go. Come on, Mum.
GINGER: (brainwashed; to Molly) Mum? Who’s Mum?
MOLLY: (to Ginger) You are. And we have to get out of here.
GINGER: [vacantly; to Molly] Why? I love it here. I’m so happy. [laughs]
MOLLY: [horrified] No.
ROCKY: [groans] Huh?
MOLLY: [exhales] Dad?
ROCKY: (to Molly) Molly.
[He faces Mrs. Tweedy and Dr. Fry.]
ROCKY: Right.
[Pulling up his arms, he started to dance to distract them.]
DR. FRY: [chuckles] He’s got some moves.
[Ginger leaps down into the chute.]
MOLLY: [quietly; to Ginger] Mum, wait.
[Molly goes after her down the chute.]
Rocky: (sings) We can’t fly, we are chickens!
MRS. TWEEDY: (to the guards) Get him.
[The guards started to chase Rocky, but he escapes to the elevator. Tweedy looks and notice Ginger was free.]
MRS. TWEEDY: (ordering; to the guards) Find those chickens!
GINGER: [deliriously; brainwashed] I’m H-A-P-P-Y! I’m H-A-P-P-Y! I know I am! I’m sure I am! I’m H-A-P-P-Y!
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Shush, Mum. We have to be quiet.
GINGER: (brainwashed; to Molly) But I want to sing!
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Shh! [whispering] Just follow me.
GINGER: (brainwashed; to Molly) Oh, goody. Are we going on holiday?
MOLLY: (to Ginger) No, we have to find Frizzle and Dad and get out of here.
GINGER: (brainwashed; to Molly) But why? [whines, and falls to the ground.]
MOLLY: [annoyed; to Ginger] Because I say so.
GINGER: (brainwashed; to Molly) Well, you’re not the boss of me. I can see my feet.
Guard 2: Where’d they go?
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Come on, Mum.
[She drags her mother by the feet.]
Guard 2: Come on!
Guard 2: This way!
GINGER: (brainwashed) Cooee!
Guard 3: Huh?
Wait up!
Come on. Let’s get a shimmy on.
[Molly bumps into Mac, Bunty, and Babs.]
BUNTY: (to Ginger) Ginger. Oh, thank heavens you escaped. I can’t believe we’re back up against that horrible woman.
GINGER: [brainwashed] What? Mrs. Tweedy’s the best. I love her.
MOLLY: [to Mac and Bunty] Bunty. Mac. It’s this collar. It’s making Mum act weird.
GINGER: (brainwashed) The bestest.
BOTH: Molly!
[The guard had caught up to them, but a vent knocks him out.]
NICK: Ha. Got him.
MOLLY: (to the rats) Uncle Nick? Uncle Fetch. How did you find us?
FETCHER: (to Molly) We just fell down the air vent.
NICK: (to Molly) Love, Molly. Love showed us the way.
GINGER: (brainwashed) Going up. [laughs] Cooee!
[They looked and notice Ginger had wandered off and on a silo tray, taking her up.]
BUNTY: (to Ginger) Ginger!
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Mum!
[They climb up the try after Ginger. Once they got up, Bunty tried to pull the collar off of Ginger.]
Ginger: (sings; brainwashed) I’m H-A-P-P-Y! I know I am! I’m sure I am!
BUNTY: It won’t budge.
MAC: (to Babs) Ooh. Babs, what’s in your bag?
BABS: (to Mac) Uh, not much, I’m afraid.
[She rummages through her purse until she pulls out a tool.]
MAC: Magic. The very dab.
[She grabs the tool and jabs it into the lock.]
GINGER: [laughs] That tickles.
[Mac finally gets the collar off and they fell into the silo filled with corn.]
BABS: It’s like being inside a giant biscuit tin. But without any biscuits.
MAC: I’ve lost my specs. I cannae see a sausage.
[Molly notices her mother unconscious.]
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Mum? Mum!
GINGER: [weakly; to Molly] Molly?
MOLLY: [gasps; to Ginger] You’re okay.
GINGER: (to Molly) Oh, Molly. What happened? Where are we?
Bunty: (to Ginger) Don’t know, but there’s no way out.
Ginger: (to Bunty) There’s never no way out. Where’s Rocky?
Molly: (to Ginger) I saw him back in that big room. [sighs] He saved us.
Ginger: (to Molly) He did?
Come on. We can do it this time.
I can’t hold this much longer.
Fetcher, quickly!
Find a ledge or a crack to grab hold of!
FETCHER: Righto.
Ooh! Not that crack.
BUNTY: [sighs; to Ginger] Face the facts, duck. We need a miracle to get out of here.
ROCKY: (calling out; to the others) Hey! Anyone down there?
GINGER: [gasps]
MOLLY: (to Rocky) Dad!
GINGER: (to Rocky) Rocky!
BUNTY: [laughs] Do not tell him he’s our miracle. There’ll be no living with him.
ROCKY: (to the others) Rocky is on the case.
Group: (calling out; to Rocky) No! Don’t jump!
ROCKY: (to the others) What? What’s that? I can’t hear you! Wait. I’m comin’ down!
Group: (calling out; to Rocky) Don’t jump!
[But Rocky leaps into the silo.]
ROCKY: (to the others) Oh! Family hug! Oh, I missed you guys. Okay. Well, let’s blow this henhouse and head home. That’s the way out, isn’t it? I am so sorry.
[Ginger takes the notice of Molly, who was crying.]
GINGER: (to Molly) Molly, what’s wrong?
MOLLY: (sadly; to Ginger) This is all my fault. I should have listened to you and done what I was told. Now everything is a mess.
GINGER: [sighs; to Molly] Hey, where’s my big, brave girl?
MOLLY: [sighs; to Ginger] That girl’s stupid. You were right. If we ever get home, I’ll just stay there and never leave. Ever.
ROCKY: (to Molly) Hey, no. Molly. This is my fault. I should not have told you all of that ridiculous Lone Free Ranger stuff.
GINGER: No, this is on me. I used to hate being fenced in. So why did I expect you to be any different? I guess I was afraid you were so much like me.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) What’s wrong with being like you?
ROCKY: Nothing. Because your mom is the best. And she always has a plan.
GINGER: Not this time.
[?]
MRS. TWEEDY: [sighs] He’s here. (to Dr. Fry) Are we ready to fry, Fry?
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Five minutes, pumpkin. [chuckles]
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Make it four. Where is she?
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Them runaway chickens, uh, have got themselves stuck in a corn silo.
MRS. TWEEDY: In the silo, you say? Excellent. I’ll go and greet our guest. Production starts in three minutes.
DR. FRY: [splutters; to Mrs. Tweedy] Three? [yelps]
MRS. TWEEDY: (evilly; to the chickens) Looks like you’ve just run out of cluck, little chickens.
[The grinder activates, making the chickens realize they are sinking down.]
BUNTY: I think there’s a grinder at the bottom of this thing.
MAC: On the plus side, though, we will all probably drown before we’re ground into tiny, wee pieces.
ROCKY: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Popcorn. [chuckles nervously] Popcorn, everyone. Look. Look, popcorn. [laughs]
GINGER: (to Rocky) Rocky, I don’t think this is the time to… (realizes) The answer to all life’s problems. Of course. Mac, we need heat. Lots of it.
MAC: Oh. Will this work? [grunts]
ROCKY: [grunts] Perfect. [grunts] Now, does anyone have a match?
NICK: (to Rocky) Yeah, you and a raving lunatic. You’ll blow us all to bits.
[Molly notices Mac's glasses and picks it up.]
GINGER: Besides, we’ve used the last one.
Oh no.
[A light shines on the fuse. Looking up, they see Molly holding the glasses to make the light reflect it.]
ROCKY: [gasps] That’s my girl.
NICK: Um, can I once again raise my health and safety concerns?
ROCKY: What is it?
All right.
BABS: Mm. That tastes nice. Is there any more?
[Popcorn bursts to life, covering everyone in it and lift them up in the air.]
FOWLER: (to the snail) But guess what? Just as Whizzbang Charlie thought we were back in Blighty, enemy fire at six o’clock. Ye gods. It’s raining popcorn? Good old British weather. Unpredictable. You never know what’s coming.
[Bunty lands on Fowler.]
FOWLER: Outrageous.
Get in there!
BABS: We made it.
BUNTY: Look.
FETCHER: Whoo-hoo!
BUNTY: Fowler’s only gone and set up our escape route. Well done, you old sausage.
FOWLER: Firm handshake will do, thank you.
ROCKY: [laughs] Mission accomplished. Now let’s fly this crazy coop, huh?
BABS: Oh yes.
[group chattering excitedly]
FETCHER: (to Nick) Oh, look, Nick.
Have we got snacks for the way home?
[Ginger notices Molly still sad about leaving Frizzle and looked at the island. Looking over, she sees a truck being pulled in.]
Guard: All right. On you go.
BUNTY: (to Ginger) Ginger, are you coming?
GINGER: (to Bunty) No, I’m not. I’m going back.
MOLLY: [gasps; to Ginger] For Frizzle?
GINGER: (to Molly) For Frizzle and all the chickens.
MOLLY: (joyfully) Yes!
GINGER: (to the others) Just because where we live is cut off from the world doesn’t mean we are too. No chicken is an island.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Hmm.
BUNTY: (to Ginger) We are with you, Ginger.
MAC: (to Ginger) Aye, me too.
BABS: (to Ginger) Me four.
NICK: (to Ginger) The rats are in.
MOLLY: (to Ginger) Right. What’s the plan, Mum?
GINGER: (to Molly) Oh, well, I didn’t think you… (to Rocky) Rocky.
ROCKY: (to Molly) Hey, Molly, um, are you sure you’re ready for this?
MOLLY: (determined; to Rocky) I was hatched ready, Dad.
GINGER: [sighs; to Rocky] She is a lot like me.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Dr. Fry! What was that noise up on the roof? Sounded like an explosion.
DR. FRY: [gasps, yelps; to Mrs. Tweedy] Looks like one of the silos has blown its top. Maybe you shouldn’t have put those chickens through the grinder, my love.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Don’t be ridiculous.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Melisha, all ready for the big day?
MRS. TWEEDY: [cheerfully; to Reginald] Oh yes, Reginald. Everything is tickety-boo.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Jolly good. My truck is ready to go.
GINGER: (explains; to the others) We’ve got to move fast. While Tweedy is busy with her guest outside, we sneak back in. Molly, you take Bunty, Babs and Mac to where all the chickens are. Stay out of sight and get ready to stop the chickens going up that staircase. Rocky, we’ve got to get hold of that button. And disable those collars. As soon as the collars are off, Molly’s team leads the chickens out of there. We bust our way out. Steal the truck, then we’re home free.
Well, what are we waiting for?
All right. Let’s do this.
We’re doing it today, are we?
FOWLER: (to the snail) So where was I? Ah, yes. Whizzbang Charlie had lost his undercarriage, and the old crate was catching fire…
[Back on the ground...]
REGINALD SMITH: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Actually, Melisha, I have a little something for our big day.
MRS. TWEEDY: [sweetly; to Reginald] Why, Reginald, this is all very sudden. Uh… Ketchup?
REGINALD SMITH: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Oh. No, no. Something completely new. I call it “the dip.”
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Reginald) It’s… sweet.
REGINALD SMITH: (to Mrs. Tweedy) And sour.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Reginald) Aren’t we all, Reginald?
MRS. TWEEDY: [on radio; to Dr. Fry] Dr. Fry?
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) Yes, my beloved? Say those words I am longing to hear.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Get on with it, you idiot.
DR. FRY: (to Mrs. Tweedy) It’s the funky chicken and the ginger one too. [gasps] Oh no, my wife will not be happy with this. Come on here now, you naughty little chickens! [yelps] [groans, muffled] Oh dear.
ROCKY: (to Dr. Fry) See you on the flip side, egghead. [laughs] You get it?
MRS. TWEEDY: [on radio; to Dr. Fry] Dr. Fry? What’s going on up there?
Quick. Come on.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Dr. Fry! Dr. Fry!
DR. FRY: Hello?
Dr. Fry!
DR. FRY: Anybody there?
Dr. Fry!
[bell dings]
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Dr. Fry) Dr. Fry! Where are my nuggets? Honestly, that man is about as much use as a headless… Chicken!
(?)
MRS. TWEEDY: Let’s make some nuggets.
GINGER: Oh no.
[Mrs. Tweedy activates all of the collars.]
HENS: Ah!
[Music started to play while Molly and the others poke their heads from the hedges.]
MOLLY: No. This is not good, Mac. Oh, Frizzle. Where are you?
[Molly looked and noticed her brainwashed friend stepping toward the escalator.]
FRIZZLE: (brainwashed) Ooh! My turn. Bye-bye.
MOLLY: (scared; to Frizzle) Frizzle!
FRIZZLE: (brainwashed) Lovely sunshine.
MOLLY: (scared; to Frizzle) No, wait.
MAC: Hold on to her.
[Mac gets to work to get the collar off of Frizzle.]
♪ We’re goin’ where the sea is blue ♪
MOLLY: (to Mac) Mac, hurry.
HENS: (brainwashed) Ooh!
[The hens started to approach the escalator.]
♪ We’ve seen it in the movies… ♪
ROCKY: [panting] I got it. I got it. [groans] I don’t got it!
GINGER: (to Rocky) Rocky.
♪ For me and you ♪
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Go, Ginger!
HENS: [singing along; brainwashed] We’re all goin’ on a summer holiday. No more workin’ for a week or two…
BABS: [cheerfully] Come on, everybody. We’re goin’ on holiday.
BUNTY: [to Babs] No, Babs. They’re going to turn everyone into nuggets.
♪ For a week or two ♪
[Fetcher was singing along.]
Fetcher: (sings) We’re going where the sun shines brightly…
NICK: (to Fetcher) Not now, mate.
[yelps]
♪ Where the sea is blue ♪
♪ We’ve seen it in the movies ♪
MOLLY: (desperately; to Mac) Please, Mac. Hurry.
MAC: (to Molly) Nearly done. Just one more bit of jiggery-pokery, and…
[Mac finally gets the collar off of Frizzle, who comes back to her senses.]
FRIZZLE: What happened? What’s goin’ on?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Frizzle, this isn’t the best place ever. You only get your own bucket when they’ve chopped you up and cooked you.
FRIZZLE: (to Molly) And you came back for me?
MOLLY: (to Frizzle) Of course. It’s me and you, kidda. All the way.
HENS: Time to go!
MAC: Try to push them back!
BUNTY: There’s too many!
BABS: Ooh! Is this one of the activities?
MOLLY: Mum!
ROCKY: [gasps] Ginger!
FRIZZLE: Look. There’s all the buckets!
MOLLY: The button! That’s it. Frizzle, get on Bunty’s shoulders.
FRIZZLE: What?
MOLLY: Trust me.
[strains] Up ya get.
Good goin’, Molly.
Good job, Molly!
ROCKY: Molly?
MOLLY: I got this, Dad. Help Mum.
[Ginger takes notice of Molly reaching for the remote. Mrs Tweedy notices the little hen.]
GINGER: Molly, watch out.
(Molly gets grabbed by Mrs Tweedy.)
MRS. TWEEDY: (to Molly) What have we here? A little you.
MOLLY: [groans; to Ginger] Mum, catch. [she tosses the remote to Ginger] They’re going over, Mum!
[The rest of the chickens were almost at the edge of the machine.]
BUNTY: (to Ginger) Ginger, we can’t hold them!
MOLLY: (to Ginger) You can’t wait, Mum. Do it now!
GINGER: (to Rocky) Sometimes… you’ve just got to take a leap.
(She presses the button, deactivating all the collars. All of the chickens snapped out of their mindless states.)
MRS. TWEEDY: (shocked) No!
ROCKY: (heroically) Cock-a-doodle-doo!
(Rocky swings in, but Mrs. Tweedy ducks down. Rocky then shakes the rope into pulling the axe from her hand. Then, Molly bites her hand. Tweedy exclaims in pain and throws Molly away. Molly nearly falls into the vat, but Ginger saves her.)
MRS. TWEEDY: (shocked) No! No! No!
(Now out of their brainwashed state, the chickens run away. Rocky swings and cuts off part of Tweedy's hair with the axe.)
ROCKY: (to Rocky) Ginger!
(He drops down and sees Ginger about to fall off, so he grabs her by the legs.)
ROCKY: (to Ginger and Molly) I got ya. I got ya.
MRS. TWEEDY: (to the three) Well, now. I suppose you three might make a bucketful.
(She prepares to stomp on them to drop them, but Ginger sees the axe coming in.)
GINGER: (smirks; to Mrs. Tweedy) Bye-bye. Again.
[The ax knocked Mrs Tweedy on the face. She stumbles and falls into the machine along with the ax. Rocky pulled his wife and daughter up.]
GINGER: (to Rocky and Molly) Come on.
[As they run off, we cut to Reginald waiting outside.]
REGINALD SMITH: (impatiently) Ugh. What’s taking so long? So much for fast food. (hears something) That’s funny. Sounds like a…
(The door bursts open to let out lots of chickens.)
REGINALD SMITH: (shouts)…stampede!
[The others lead the chickens into the truck.]
BUNTY: (to the chickens) Get your skates on.
MAC: (to the chickens) Move your tail feathers.
BABS: (to the chickens) Come on.
ROCKY: (to the chickens) Come on!
[Once they are in, they all get into the front driver's seat.]
FETCHER: (to Nick) You sure you know how this works?
NICK: (to Fetcher) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Go, stop, and a spare one?
GINGER: (to the rats) Come on! We have to go!
ROCKY: (to the rats) Full speed ahead!
[?]
GINGER: (to the rats) Wrong way!
NICK: (to Fetcher) What gear are you in?
FETCHER: (to Nick) Oh, I call this “smart casual.”
[They drive off and once they are gone, Mrs. Tweedy covered in breadcrumbs rolled out of the factory.]
REGINALD SMITH: (?; to Mrs. Tweedy) Ah, you there! What kind of crazy henhouse is this?
[Mrs Tweedy groans and stood up, breaking the crumbs off her arms.]
REGINALD SMITH: (hesitates; confused) Melisha? Why are you dressed like a nugget?
[?. Ginger and the others steer the truck down the compound.]
GINGER: (?; to the rats) There’s the exit!
[Tweedy slammed down the truck roof with the ax.]
GINGER: (?; to the rats) Get her off!
[They swerve the truck, trying to get her off. The gate slowly began to rise up. Mrs. Tweedy had chopped down the roof.]
FRIZZLE: (?) I think they’re gonna need a bigger bucket.
FOWLER: (offscreen; ?) Chocks away!
[Fowler comes zooming down and knocked Mrs. Tweedy down into the mount. Fowler bashes into a tree and drops to the ground once the truck stops.]
FOWLER: (?; to Ginger) T.I. Fowler, Getaway Division. Reporting for duty.
GINGER: (?; to Fowler) Where would we be without you, Fowler?
[Dr Fry came up with a ladder while the factory started smoking.]
DR. FRY: (panting; to Mrs. Tweedy) Darling! Darling!
[Mrs. Tweedy is wet and most of the crumbs had fallen off her.]
DR. FRY: (?; to Mrs. Tweedy) Darling! The processor is dangerously overheating. (he notices the robot ducks surrounding Tweedy) Pumpkin, watch out for the, uh…
[?. Firing noises occur offscreen. We see a burst of water as the truck drives away from Funland Farms. The factory explodes and crumbles apart.]
FETCHER: (offscreen; ?) Oh blast!
NICK: (offscreen; to Fetcher) What?
FETCHER: (offscreen; to Nick) I think I left my umbrella in there.
[???]
BABS: (to Bunty) Oh! The best thing about going on holiday is getting back home, isn’t it?
BUNTY: (chuckles; to Babs) Yes, it is. Isn’t it, Babs?
MAC: (to the others) All fixed. Just had a screw loose.
BUNTY: (to the others) Good to have a bucket or two handy in case you’re feeling peckish.
HEN: (to the others) Plenty for everyone.
NICK: (to Fetcher) This makes you happy and brainless, apparently.
FETCHER: (to Nick) Oh yeah, I feel it. (laughs, inhales) It’s amazin’.
NICK: (to Fetcher) Mate, I haven’t turned it on yet.
ROCKY: (to Ginger) Well, it looks like we’ve finally got our happy ending.
GINGER: (to Rocky) Ah, let’s just call this our happy beginning.
[???]
MOLLY: (?; to the others) Sergeant Molly, reporting from reconnaissance.
FRIZZLE: (?; to the others) Chicken farm, beyond the north field. Thirty birds to a cage. Poor little kiddas.
[???]
GINGER: (?; to the others) Right, everyone.
[???]
CHICKEN: (?; to the others) I don’t like this one bit.
[Cut back to Ginger and the crew. ?.]
GINGER: (?; to the others) It’s go time.
ROCKY: (?; to Ginger) I’ve just got one question. Is crowing back on the agenda?
GINGER: (?; to Rocky) Oh, definitely. (to the others) Ready, everyone?
GROUP: (?; to Ginger) Ready!
BABS: (?; to Ginger) Ready!
[Among the chickens, we see Wallace and Gromit baddie, Feathers McGraw, in his chicken disguise appearing before sneaking away.]
ALL: (heroically) Cock-a-doodle-doo!
[They all jump out and ?, ready for another mission. The movie ends on a freeze-frame before fading to black. Roll credits.]