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hwpShush!
Im stuck!
Get back.
Mr Tweedy?
What is that chicken doing outside the fence?
Ooh! I dont know, luv, I...
Just deal with it.
Now!
Ill teach you to make a fool out of me.
Ugh!
Now let that be a lesson to the lot of you!
No chicken escapes from Tweedys farm!
Stop!
Come on!
Oh!
Both: Huh?
Morning, Ginger.
Back from holiday?
I wasnt on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement.
Its nice to get a bit of time to yourself, isnt it?
Roll call!
Come along. Youll be late for parade.
Pip, pip. Quick march.
Left right, left right, left right!
- Come on, smarten up! - Ow!
Discipline! Back in my RAF days,
when the senior officer called for a scramble,
youd hop in the old crate and tally-ho! Chocks away!
Give over, you old fool! They just want to count us.
How dare you talk back to a senior ranking officer.
Why, back in my RAF days...
Fowler, theyre coming. Back in line.
- Right!
Therell be a stern reprimand for you, lad. Youre grounded.
Atten... tion!
Welcome back. Is there a new plan?
I thought we tried going under.
Ah, over. Right.
Hows the egg count?
Ive laid five eggs this morning. Five! Well chuffed, I was.
Shush!
Ginger: Oh, no!
Ginger: Edwina!
Why didnt you give her some of yours?
I would have. She didnt tell me.
She didnt tell anyone.
Ooh! Is Edwina off on holiday?
Weve got to get out of here.
Ginger? Are we still on?
Oh, were on, all right. Spread the word, Mac.
Meeting tonight in hut .
Oh!
Male voice: You called?
- Nick and... - Fetcher
at your service.
Over here.
We need some more things.
Right you are, miss.
How about this quality hand-crafted tea set?
This necklace and pendant?
Or this, all the rage in the fashionable chicken coops of Paris?
Simply pop it on, and as the French hens say, "voil"!
That is French.
Thats two hats in one, miss. For parties.
For weddings. Oh, madame!
You look like a vision. Like a dream.
Like a duck.
Ginger: No, thank you.
Were making this. We need "these" things.
- Can you get them? - Oh...
This is a big job, miss.
Bigger than the others. This is gonna cost.
Same as always. One bag of seed.
- You call this pay? - Its chicken feed.
- What else could we give you? - Eggs.
- Eggs? - Eggs.
No. Our eggs are too valuable.
And so are we.
After you, Fetcher.
After I what?
Move!
Hmm!
Mrs Tweedy: and nine.
shillings and thruppence.
Seven and sixpence times three.
Two and nine.
Fourpence hapenny.
Oh! Stupid, worthless creatures!
Im sick and tired of making minuscule profits.
Hmm...
Hmm!
Mr Tweedy: Oh, yes.
Those chickens are up to summat.
Quiet. Im onto something.
Theyre organised, I know it.
I said quiet.
That ginger one,
I reckon shes their leader.
Mr Tweedy!
I may finally have found a way to make us some real money,
and what are you on about?
Ridiculous notions of escaping chickens.
B-B-But...!
Its all in your head, Mr Tweedy. Say it.
Its all in me head. Its all in me head.
You keep telling yourself that,
because I dont want to hear another word about it.
Is that clear?
Yes, luv.
But you know that ginger one...?
Theyre chickens, you dolt! Apart from you,
theyre the most stupid creatures on this planet!
They dont plot, they dont scheme, and they are not organised!
Order! Order!
Quiet, everyone!
Settle down.
I would like to call to order... Oh, please!
Fowler: Quiet there!
Lets have some discipline, what, what?
Thank you.
In my RAF days, we had no time for unnecessary chitchat.
Yes, thank you, Fowler.
I...
Right.
Carry on.
Now, I know our last escape attempt
was a bit of a fiasco.
But Mac and I have come up with a brand new plan.
- Show em, Mac. - Right.
We tried going under the wire and that didnae work.
So the plan is, we go over it.
This is us, right?
We get in like this,
wind her up,
and let her go!
Good grief! The turnips bought it.
The farmers coming!
Operation Cover-Up!
Whee!
Ouch!
Huh?
Mrs Tweedy: Mr Tweedy!
Ooh! Ouch!
Where are you?
Its all in your head. Its all in your head.
Think, everyone, think. What havent we tried yet?
We havent tried not trying to escape.
Hmm. That might work.
What about Edwina?
How many more empty nests will it take?
It wouldnt be empty if shed spent more time laying,
- And less time escaping. - So, laying eggs all your life,
then getting plucked and roasted is good enough for you?
Its a living.
The problem is the fences arent just round the farm,
theyre up here in your heads.
There is a better place out there.
Somewhere beyond that hill.
It has wide-open spaces and lots of trees. And grass.
Can you imagine that?
Cool, green grass.
- Who feeds us? - We feed ourselves.
- Wheres the farm? - There is no farm.
- Where does the farmer live? - There is no farmer.
Is he on holiday?
He isnt anywhere. Dont you get it?
Theres no egg count, no farmers, no dogs and coops
and keys, and no fences!
In all my life, Ive never heard such a fantastic
Ioad of tripe!
Face the facts, ducks.
The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.
Then theres still a chance.
Oh, no, oh, no! What am I doing? Who are you trying to fool?
You cant lead t
