All language subtitles for Rock-A-Doodle.1991. Engelsk

Once upon a time...

...back before I knew
how to tie my shoes...

...the sun came up.

Now, I know an everyday sunrise...

...may not seem
like such a big deal to some folks.

But imagine for a moment...

...if instead of rising up like this...

...one morning, where you lived...

...she took a look around
and decided to go back to sleep.

It happened once to us.

Let me tell you all about it.

Cockadoo

Whoa

Yodelay-hee

Cockadoo, what a day
The sun is shinin' brightly

Cockadoo, sunny day
Down here on the farm

Cockadoo, stay away
You big ol' wet ol' rain cloud

Or I'll crow out loud
With this voice of mine

This was our rooster, Chanticleer.

And though it was true
that he liked to horse around some...

...fact was, that boy could sing.

Sun do shine, sun do shine,
sun do shine

Well, my daddy taught me
How to sing

And that's why this voice
Means everything

We all had our jobs on the farm...

...and Chanticleer's
was to wake up the sun.

And when he crowed,
up she came.

- You better shine, you better shine
- You better shine

Hey, look,
here's me tying my shoes.

- Hi, Patou, what you doing?
- I'm trying to tie these doggone shoes.

- Again? Well, hi, ladies.
- Oh, he's so handsome!

He sings like a dream.

- He is a dream.
- And he's single too.

He maybe wasn't the smartest bird
that ever lived, but when he crowed...

...there was plenty
of peace and harmony.

Hey!

Well, plenty of harmony, anyway.

And lots of sunshine.

Well, my daddy taught me
How to sing

And that's why this voice
Means everything

- Sun do shine, you better shine
- You better shine

Well, the sun do shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

You better shine

Sun, you better shine

There was no doubt about it...

...old Chanticleer kept us animals
up and shining.

Good day, Mr. Chanticleer.

But all that was about to change.

One morning, before Chanticleer
was even awake...

- Hey, Chanticleer.
- ...a stranger snuck onto our farm...

...to stop Chanticleer from crowing.

Of course, Chanticleer wouldn't
give up without a fight.

But what he didn't know was that
this stranger had been sent...

...by the Grand Duke of owls.

Nasty fella.

The good news here was that
Chanticleer had won the fight.

The bad news
was the Grand Duke's bully...

...had done his dirty deed.

For in all the commotion,
Chanticleer had plum forgot to crow.

And the sun
was coming up without him.

When Chanticleer saw this,
it broke his heart.

He reckoned maybe his crow
never did raise the sun.

Look, it's coming up without him.

- You're a phony.
- He's a fake.

Hey, everybody,
cock-a-doodle-doo.

The Grand Duke's evil plan
had worked.

He had turned us against
our very best friend.

And without a reason to crow...

...poor Chanticleer left the farm
to look for work in the city.

Then came the rain...

...and our troubles with the Duke.

- Who's that, Mom?
- That's the Grand Duke.

He's the one who's causing
all the trouble.

He sent that mean old rooster
to Chanticleer's farm to pick a fight.

How come?

Because he didn't like Chanticleer...

...doing all that crowing
and bringing up the sun.

How come?

Well, like most owls...

...he likes the darkness
and the rain.

I'm not afraid of the dark.

Oh, it's you. You scared me.

Dory, we got big problems.
Have you looked out there?

If that rain doesn't stop,
we'll all float down the river.

This is my favorite part of the story.
His name is Edmond.

Of course, he didn't look quite
like this when I first met him.

Anyhow, we weren't the only folks
having our troubles.

Poor Edmond's family
was having their share too.

The river's rising too fast.
We gotta reinforce the sandbags.

- You think that'll work?
- We'll make it work. I'll get the boys.

- Me too.
- You stop right there.

- Oh, Mom, I'm one of the boys.
- He meant the big boys.

- I'm big enough.
- Not yet, you're not, darling.

The U.S. Weather Bureau
is expecting...

...yet another night
of massive downpour...

...in the areas worst hit
by this week's flooding.

- Scott, Mark, bring the truck.
- In a statement this evening...

...Governor Dale declared
a state of national emergency....

Guys, move it. I need some help.
We gotta get the animals inside.

So while Scott and Mark got to help
protect the house against the flood...

...poor Edmond was left behind
where he'd be safe and out of trouble.

It's my house too. I wanna help.

Well, then pray for the rain to stop,
and that will help.

- Dory, I can't find the flashlight!
- Coming.

Stay here where it's safe.
I'll help your father and I'll be back.

- Found it, Dad.
- Great, let's go.

They said on the radio
the National Guard might come.

I am too one of the big boys.

And without a reason to crow,
Chanticleer left the farm.

Then came the rain.

Mom, here.

- How is she, Frank?
- Just start the truck. She'll be okay.

Dory, hurry!

I know the answer.
We need Chanticleer.

- Mom!
- Boys, the levee's breaking!

Chanticleer!

Chanticleer!

Edmond had the right idea
to call for Chanticleer.

But he never could've guessed
who was gonna answer.

- Chanticleer?
- No.

It's not Chanticleer.

- Who are you?
- You put your finger...

...in the Duke's face, remember?

These are expensive, little brat.

But that is not why the Duke...

- ...is going to eat you.
- Eat me?

Oh, dear, now I've gone
and spoiled the surprise.

Always doing that.

But you see,
we creatures of the night...

...have worked very hard
to make absolutely sure...

...that that bird does not return.

And you....

You, with no regard for the feelings
of others, have the nerve...

...to call him back here by name.

And besides...

...I positively loathe...

...rock 'n' roll.

You're not gonna eat me!

And that's when the Duke
hit the ceiling.

If Edmond wanted to bring
Chanticleer back to raise the sun...

...the Duke was gonna have
something to say about it.

Kittens are more digestible.

Young Edmond was about to have
the most amazing adventure...

...he'd ever dreamed of.

Mom! Dad! Wake me up!

This is where I come in.

He's here.

You'll pay for this, Patou.
This does not concern you.

- It does if it's about Chanti--
- The light. The owls hate the light.

Hey, boy, we were this close.

Oh, that flashlight biz
was quick thinking on your part.

- What's your name, little fella?
- Edmond.

Is he gone?

Yeah, he's gone, but he'll be back,
and he won't be alone, the coward.

I would have whopped him
if I'd had my shoes tied.

But you know something, tying shoes
is harder than dry dog food.

- What you wearing shoes for?
- Bunions.

I got a load of bunions...

...and them shoes help my feet.

Here, let me show you how to tie it.

- Jeepers! I'm all furry.
- Well, kittens are furry.

But-- But I'm a little boy.

Did that come out of me?

I'm a cat.
He turned me into a cat.

Help me. Do something.
I can't be a cat. I'm a boy!

- Patou, what will I do?
- All right, steady, keep your pants on.

What am I doing? I'm licking myself.

Patou.

- Patou.
- I'm in here.

According to my calculations,
this can't possibly be the city.

Let's see, 36 by 7, southeast.

36 by 77, or is it 37 by 6?

It's okay, Peepers, it's Edmond.

- He's a nice kitty.
- I'm a boy.

And I almost ate a mouse.
I must be crazy.

You bet your sweet whiskers.

- There ain't no city around here.
- Oh, sadness.

- Hey, aren't you gonna tie my shoes?
- I can't.

I can't help anybody. I'm too little.

I'm a scrawny, fur-ball runt.

Mom and Dad
won't even recognize me.

Mom! Dad! Help!

- Oh, Chanticleer.
- What?

If he doesn't come back and crow,
the sun won't ever shine again.

And the rain will keep coming down.

And the water
will get higher and higher...

...till we all drown.

Are we close? Are we near the city?
Us magpies are just made for the city.

- Come on, hurry it up, Peepers.
- We're not looking for the city.

- We're looking for Chanticleer.
- Well, he's in the city, isn't he?

Then he is in the city.

Girls. They think
they know everything.

Why don't you run home,
be a mouse-wife, make cheese.

Snipes, you think
you're so superior.

- "Superior." Nice lisp.
- My lisp isolates and elevates me...

...and makes me a rare specimen.

This is flipping garbage.

- Pipe down, you two.
- The story is true.

- You all laughed and he went away.
- You're right, son.

We done wrong, and that's why
we're searching for the city.

- We got to find Chanti and apologize.
- So he'll forgive us.

- Come home.
- And raise the sun.

Well, I know where the city is.

- I've been there lots of times as a boy.
- A boy?

Before that big owl turned me
into a cat.

Owl? Owl?

Edmond, would you take us
to the city?

I can't. Look at me, I'm a cat.

No, a little kitty. What can I do?

I can do lots of things,
and I'm a lot smaller than you.

And furthermore,
I could forgive you...

...for being a cat
if you would take us to the city.

- Of course, if you're a fraidy cat--
- I'm not afraid.

- Hey, guys.
- Or a scaredy-cat.

- Me, scared?
- Hey, guys.

Lay off the boy.

Hey, guys.

Okay, okay,
I'm not afraid of anything.

I'll take you to the city
and find Chanticleer.

And bring him home
and save Dad...

- ...and Mom and the farm.
- Hooray!

Hope you can swim, guy.

Oh, no.

We don't have to swim.

We'll go by boat.

- This is serious.
- Peepers...

...you'll need this
if those owls return.

- Owls? Owls?
- Here.

- Owls?
- I'm sticking with you.

Well, fellas, this is it.

- The city.
- The light...

- ...the chicks, the food.
- Goodbye!

Good luck with the owls!

Owls?

Yep, owls.

While Edmond set our course
for the city in the USS Toy Box...

...the Duke and his owls
were back in their lair...

...storming up some
powerful nasty weather.

So he turns on the Duke.

And with what you suppose
he turns on the Duke?

- What, master?
- A flashlight.

What a horrible thing to do
What a horrible thing to do

Thing to do

But then, when my back is turned,
what four-legged, flea-bitten louse...

...comes sneaking
through the window...

...that has the nerve to bite me
on the leg?

Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?

- Who?
- Patou.

- No.
- Yes.

Patou

Destroy the farm.
Destroy the cat, the dog.

Or do you want the chicken back?

No, we hate the sun
The answer's no

And it'll make my leg feel
so much better...

...if that rooster never crows.

We hate the sun
That much we know

We hate the rooster
We'll never let him crow

- Never let him crow.
- We hate the sun

- From head to toe
- From head to toe.

We hate the rooster
We'll never let him crow

Never let him crow

Never let him crow.

Reverse engine!

Uncle Dukie. Uncle Dukie.

I wish you wouldn't do that.

Hunch, I told you never
to call me that.

Yes, sir. No, sir. Sir.

Guess what I just saw.

Patou the dog,
floating in a toy box down the river...

...and he has this cute little
white kitty with him.

My little pygmy nephew...

...come to uncle.

Meanwhile, bound for the city...

...Edmond steered us through
the perils of the flooded river.

- Starboard ho!
- Starboard who? Left or right?

Giant tree.
A hundred feet and closing!

Jumping Jehoshaphat!
We need wind power.

Forty feet!

Well, guys, I think I'm slowing you
down. Yeah. I'll see you later, guys.

Thirty feet!

Here, Patou, pull on this.

It works.

Turn now!

This is the right way, guys.

All right, you guys,
you heard the Duke:

Total and complete annihilation.

Bombs away!

Bombs away! Bombs away!

Edmond, grab ahold.

Gotcha.

Get my camera!

What does he want with a camera?

He said get his camera.

- I got you, kitty.
- Put me down.

Hold still.

Say cheese!

We got them.

- Oh, no.
- Get the lid.

An adequate pipe.

Let me out of here.

I can't breathe. Help, I need air.

- What's wrong with him?
- He's claustrophobic.

Teeny-weeny tight places
make him very, very nervous.

Get him away from the lid.

- Snipes.
- Out of my way. Help.

We're trapped.
We're trapped like rats.

We're trapped. We're trapped.
We're trapped like rats.

Come back here, you crazy bird.
Settle down. You're rocking the boat.

I can't breathe.

Don't make me
lose my temper, Snipes.

I need air.

I don't wanna swim. Mommy!
We're trapped. Mommy!

Settle down.

- Patou!
- Oh, no.

That was close.

- Mercy.
- Oh, no.

Abandon ship. Abandon ship.

- What's that smell?
- Garbage.

This is pathetic. I risk my life,
and what do I get? Garbage.

Why, I've never been so--

The city!

It's so beautiful.

Now all we got to do
is find Chanticleer.

And that's going to be like hunting
for a needle in a haystack.

- Oh, no.
- Uncle Dukie. Uncle Dukie. I got a--

If I kill my nephew,
would that be murder or charity?

I got them. I really got them.
No more kitty, sir.

Mission accomplished.

- And the dog?
- Gone. Wiped out, sir.

A total and complete annihilation.

Annihilation.

How did you do it?

- Adequately.
- What's that suppose to mean?

Well, uncle, we sucked them
into an adequate pipe.

- A what?
- That's what it said.

"Danger. Adequate pipe."

Dear Hunch....

Come to uncle.

You imbecile!
That's not an adequate pipe.

It's an aqueduct pipe!
It leads straight into the city.

The Duke gives you
one last chance, Hunch.

Them or you.

- Get to the city.
- Oh, not the city, sir.

Oh, no, it's too bright.
I'll go blind.

Oh, say it isn't so.

"Chamers. Chanta.
Chantilly. Chantz."

He's not in here.

Let's go.

You ever get that feeling
when you're looking for something...

...that it's right under your sniffer?
I know it seems crazy.

But it was almost like we could hear
his voice calling to us.

You know, like he was just waiting
for us to come and ask him back.

But we looked everywhere,
and we talked with everyone.

But nobody had heard
of Chanticleer, nobody.

Funny thing was...

...he was right under
our very nose the whole time.

Or should I say, we were under his.

No, Patou, that's not how it goes.
For the hundredth time...

...it's over, around...

...under and through.

That's how Patou ties his shoe.

Now you say it.

There you are.

Pilot to bombardier,
enemy target below.

I'm going in for a closer look.
Cover me.

What was that?

Complete "atrocitation."

All right, you guys,
we've rested long enough.

They're counting on us
back at the farm.

- Well, if you ask me--
- We didn't.

- Jumping Jehoshaphat!
- What?

- It's him.
- Who?

No wonder we couldn't find him.
He's changed his name.

- Chanticleer is the King?
- The King?

Your Highness.

Ladies and gentlemen, the King!

Old Chanticleer
may have stopped crowing...

...but he hadn't stopped
using that voice of his.

Let me be your rooster
And let me roost with you

Let me be your rooster
Let me hear your sweet voice coo

Girl, you've thrown me for a loop

Well, you're the number one chick
In this chicken coop

Chanticleer had become a star.

I wanna rock, rock, rock
Till the day is through

I wanna rock
Rock-a-doodle through the night

- I wanna rock
- Rock, rock till the morning light

Well, it ain't right to rock alone
It takes two, I do believe

- I wanna rock-a-doodle-doodle to you
- To you

Like you rock-a-doodle-doodle to me

I wanna rock-a-doodle-doodle to you
Like you rock-a-doodle-doodle to me

But not everybody liked the King.
Goldie here was jealous of him.

--less my manager's fee
of 60 percent.

But, Pinky,
I just have to know when.

Goldie, would you not bother me
with this right now.

- You gotta go on in two minutes.
- But I'm too good for the chorus.

- What's he got that I ain't got?
- A voice.

I wanna rock
Rock-a-doodle through the night

- I wanna rock
- Rock, rock till the morning light

Fortunately for us, Goldie was
a lot smarter than she sounded...

...and a lot nicer too.

She just didn't know it yet.

- Like you rock-a-doodle-doodle to me
- Rock-a-doodle, rock-a-doodle

Lookie, Goldie,
when I found him, he's a nobody.

Nobody wanted him.
Nobody cared about him.

But I picked him up out of the gutter,
and now look at him.

Well, it ain't bad to rock alone

Everybody starts
in the chorus, Goldie.

Of course,
you could give up show business.

Pinky!

I wanna rock-a-doodle-doodle to you

Just like you rock-a-doodle-doodle
To me

Rock-a-doodle-doodle to me

Thank you. Thank you very much.
I love you. I love you.

Now that we found him,
how are we gonna get in to see him?

Ladies and gentlemen,
the King is leaving the building.

Out of the way.

- Move it. Move it.
- Chanticleer!

- King! Over here!
- Don't touch the star.

Try, you won't get very far
We'll bounce you once

Bounce you twice if you get out of line
We're not very nice

We'll bounce
Bounce you all over the place

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
If we don't like your face

- Get away from the star.
- Move it.

Chanticleer was a star, all right.

But it's hard to be happy without
friends, even if you are famous.

I reckon he'd be awfully glad
to see us...

...if we could just figure a way
to get near him.

Aggravation.

You were fantastic tonight. Really.

What can I get for you, kid?
You name it, anything.

You want a beach house in Maui?
I'll buy you the whole island.

Cars. Yachts. What?
Name it, it's yours.

- Thanks.
- Say...

- ...what's eating you?
- Well, I--

Well, I just don't know.

- I guess I'm a little lonely, that's all.
- Lonely?

Are you crazy?

There's 20,000 people out there
screaming your name...

...and you're lonely?

- I love this guy.
- Yeah, but back on the farm....

Hey, you told me yourself
what they did to you on the farm.

They don't love you.

Murray, give us a roll.

See that?

We want King! We want King!

They love you!

You were incredible.

The King!
Murray, get us out of here.

Hello, Goldie? How would you like
to get out of the chorus?

Meanwhile, back on the farm:

She's fading fast.
How many more batteries we got?

- Just these two.
- Oh, sadness.

Sorry, ma'am. Who is it? Who is it?

What do you want? We've got
an emergency here. Yeah. Edmond?

- Anybody here named Edmond?
- I'm Edmond.

The little boy who--
I mean, the kitty. Who's this?

Stuey. Stuey the pig.
It's the kitty.

Stuey, our lights are going out.

Our lights are going out.

Kitty, we're running out of time.
We need Chanticleer, quick.

We'll be there as soon as we can.

Stuey.

Yeah, I hear you.
Sorry, kitty, gotta go. Goodbye.

Stuey, what about my family?
Are they all right?

Stuey.

Stuey.

Stuey!

Hello, kitty? It's the Duke.

I've some rather bad news,
I'm afraid.

When the batteries expire,
so will your friends.

Toodle-loo. Cheerio. Bye.

The number you have dialed
is no longer in service.

Oh, no.

- Tweedle-lee-dee
- Tweedle-lee-dee

- They're running out
- They're running out

- They're running out of batteries
- Of batteries

No batteries

Yeah? Oh, howdy, boss.
How are you?

Who?

You say a cat, a dog,
a bird and a mouse?

What is this?

Some kind of joke, huh?

I don't think it's funny, Pinky.

They want to bring Chanticleer
back to the farm.

You don't want that.
He makes you lots of money.

I don't want that.
He makes me miserable.

Right, boss.
What should I do about it?

Your chicken...

...thinks they don't want him
on the farm.

Well, that's good.
All you have to do...

...is make sure
he keeps thinking that.

It's not good that the kitty
and his friends...

...should talk to your chicken.

- Capeesh?
- Yeah, thanks a million.

This has been most enlightening.

Penguin suits. Two for a dollar.
You wanna see the King?

Remember, no dogs, cats,
birds or meeses.

"Dear Chanticleer:

We're sorry. Come home.

Your friends."

Here, guys, come on, sign this.

- Here.
- Must you bother me whilst I dine?

- Snipes, sign this.
- Oh, heaven.

Where have you been all my life?

- Lasagna à la pasta.
- Snipes, just sign it.

Excuse me, sir.

Would you please see
that the King gets this?

Yes, it's very important.

Oh, and, waiter,
we asked for a light cola.

This stuff weighs a ton.

Give me the boss.

It sounds bad, Pinky.

It's only a little bad, not a big bad.

Look, he's lonely.
He needs a friend.

And that bad little kitty
wants to steal him away.

You don't want that, do you?

Ladies and gentlemen,
Pinky's Palace proudly presents...

...the King!

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Would you look at that.
- Chanticleer?

Well, down into the low
I was so alone

I never had no money
I have no honey to call my own

That's why I'm treasure-hunting

- Treasure-hunting for my love
- He's treasure-hunting for his love

Well, I've been everywhere
Searching high and low

But I ain't found no rainbow yet
That has a pot of gold

You know, I think he dyed his hair.

- What are you doing, little fella?
- Something I learned in school.

- Cats don't go to school.
- But boys do.

Hey, you boys is dead meat.

Chanticleer!

Good King Neptune
He said he'd help me

Find my treasure
Far below the sea

Far below the sea

He introduced me
To every single pretty mermaid

Patou!

- You promise no one gets hurt?
- No one gets hurt.

You just do the number,
make him happy...

...and keep him away
from that bad little kitty.

- Treasure-hunting for my love
- He's treasure-hunting for his love

Hey, there's no lobsters
in this number.

Get them out of here!

Wait a minute,
don't spoil the show.

- That treasure's all I'm thinking of
- Thinking of

- Thinking of
- Thinking of

- Well, I got treasure-hunting fever
- Yeah, yeah

- Well, I got treasure-hunting fever
- Yeah, yeah

- Well, I got treasure-hunting fever
- Yeah, yeah

Well, I got treasure-hunting fever

- For love
- Got that treasure-hunting fever

Yeah, I got treasure-hunting fever

For love

Now.

Deep, deep
The trouble you're in

I'll throw you to the sharks
And you can't swim

Oh, no.

Well, you can take the rooster
out of the country...

...but you can't take the country
out of the rooster.

Old Chanticleer had found himself
a city perch sort of tailored...

...to remind him of the farm
he'd left behind.

Trouble was,
with Goldie on the scene...

...he wasn't feeling
so lonesome for us anymore...

...which was exactly the way
Pinky wanted it.

Because that was exactly the way
the Grand Duke wanted it.

There was just one problem
with their plan, of course.

Goldie was only supposed
to pretend...

...to fall in love with Chanticleer.

But she was falling in love for real.

And that can really change
a pheasant.

Love has said hello

You don't know

What that means
Really means to me

- I think we've lost him.
- What do you mean?

- He's right there.
- No, no, no, he ain't.

He's a thousand miles away.

Isn't it romantic?

When roosters fall in love,
they lose all reason.

- Enough mush, let's go eat.
- Eat?

How can you think of food
at a time like this?

Lasagna.

Chanticleer! Chanticleer!

- Oh, Goldie.
- Chanticleer!

When I left the farm,
I had such a big hole in my heart...

...you could've put
a John Deere tractor through there.

Oh, you poor thing.

My heart is so full, I could
just explode like a bloated lamb.

Oh, King...

- ...you say the nicest things.
- Chanticleer!

- This song is our treasure
- This song is our treasure

- That we'll share
- That we'll share

- Our whole life through
- Our whole life through

Chanticleer!

I'm sorry, little buddy,
but we're just no match...

- ...for that painted feather duster.
- Oh, yeah?

Hey, where you going?

Well, if I can't talk to him,
I'll talk to her.

- As I kiss and coo
- Kiss and coo

- Kiss, kiss and coo with you
- Kiss, kiss and coo with you

Kiss and coo with you

Read all about it!

Mysterious rains spreading!

Sun don't shine for farmers!

"Goldie Pheasant to costar
in King's new picture."

You know, I think I'm too little
to get over those gates.

Well, I'm not.

Hey, I think
that's her trailer over there.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Who are you?

Ma'am, I-- I--

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, you poor thing. There.

Now, what are you doing
in my dressing room?

Please, ma'am,
you're the only one who can help us.

We have to talk to Chanticleer.
I mean, the King.

There's a terrible flood.
If he doesn't come home and crow--

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You're the bad little kitty
Pinky told me about.

Bad? Me? I'm not bad.

You go away, or I'll scream.

Please, I just want to tell Chanti--

What happened?

- She's a woman.
- What?

That's the last straw.

- I've had it.
- I wasn't talking to you.

Well, well, well.

The dog, the cat,
the bird and the mouse.

We meet at last, eh?

Let us go!

Max, take them to my trailer.
Lock them up.

Make sure the King
doesn't get whiff of this.

Oh, no, what have I done?

No dogs, cats, birds or meeses.

Now, I got to admit, as bad guys go,
the Duke's nephew, Hunch...

...was more a hoot
than he was horrible.

Oh, boy.

But still, he was a nuisance.

And as we were tied up
at the moment...

...we weren't all that happy
to see him.

Oh, come on.

Nasty for the bad old mother

I will always think of you

Oh, Ma, I miss your apple pie

Ma, I miss your stew

But most of all, Ma

I miss you

Look at that. Oh, anticipation.

Just you wait
You and me together

- Two birds of a feather flying--
- Cut, cut, cut!

Murray, what's with the snow here?
Take five, everybody.

And Miss Pheasant,
how about a smile?

It's supposed to be summer,
for crying out loud.

- King, may I talk to you?
- Honey, don't pay no mind.

- You're gonna do just fine.
- Yeah, but--

- Now, now, no buts about it, honey.
- King, I've done something awful.

What is it, baby?

Patou, Snipes, Peepers.

- Goldie, where did you get this?
- From you.

- That night we first met.
- They were here?

They're still here.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because she wasn't supposed to.

Goldie, I'm disappointed in you.

I said to entertain him...

- ...not educate him.
- Entertain me?

What's this all about?

Calm down, kid.
Your friends are just fine.

No, they're not, King.
He's got them tied up in--

- Shut up!
- What--?

Where are they?
What have you done with them?

Don't hurt him, boys.
He's got a movie to make.

- I ain't making nothing with you.
- But, King...

...I've got a lot of money
tied up in this picture.

I don't wanna lose my money...

...and you don't wanna
lose your friends.

- That's blackmail.
- That's showbiz.

Makeup!

- Here, kitty, kitty.
- No way.

Exhilaration.

- Stand by.
- Stand by.

- Quiet on the set.
- Quiet on the set.

Hey, shut up.

King, I'm sorry.

- Don't talk to me, I'm thinking.
- Roll sound.

Speed.

- Where are they?
- They're in Pinky's trailer outside.

Mark it.

22A, take two.

Oh, yeah.

Action!

Hang on, honey.

That's not in the script.

Stop those birds!

Go! Go! Go!

There it is.

Annihilation. Abomination.

Hold still.

Watch out, King!

Oh, no, no. I've killed him.

- Chanticleer.
- Hi, fellas.

He's dead. He's dead.

- King!
- Hey, fellas...

- ...I'm sorry about this.
- Oh, my goodness.

Jumping Jehoshaphat!

He's not dead. Untie me.

Oh, no.

Let's get him out of here.

Through there.

Oh, no, not Pinky's Caddy.

- Can you drive a car?
- Piece of cake.

- Edmond, you steer.
- Steer? I can't.

- I've never driven a car.
- Edmond, do it.

- We'll crash.
- Don't be such a fraidy cat.

Edmond, open your eyes!

Look.

Abomination.

Come on, Edmond,
we're gonna lose that trailer.

- How? I'm a boy.
- Edmond, cats are climbers.

- Just climb down there and--
- What? I can't.

- Don't be such a sissy.
- I'll fall.

- You're a cat. You won't fall.
- I will.

Oh, I'll do it myself.
You're such a scaredy-cat.

All right, here we go.

Edmond!

Patou, help!

Hold on!

Help!

Peepers!

Of course, if you're a fraidy cat....
Fraidy cat....

I'm not afraid of anything.

- Hey, lay off the boy.
- Scaredy-cat. Scaredy-cat.

You're such a scaredy-cat.

No!

Stop!

Guys, we're gonna go back
and get her.

- So they wanna play chicken, eh?
- Don't worry, boss, I ain't turning.

Idiot, that's my car!

Snipes, the brake.

I think she landed up here.
Peepers!

Come on, we gotta find her.

Oh, my baby. My beautiful baby.

What are you looking at?
Get up there.

Peepers.

Oh, King, wake up.

My shoes!

Bozo.

- Snipes.
- We're trapped.

- We're trapped. We're trapped.
- Patou!

This is it, fellas, we're going down.

Snipes, do something.

Don't let go.

What a catch.
Bring them in, Murray.

Murray?

Murray? Who's Murray?

- Peepers.
- Edmond...

...let's have some help up here.
This is a Sikorsky X-62...

...and these things are crazy!

The King is gone, and I'm ruined!

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Gentlemen, go down
and invite our friends to dinner.

We are the creatures of the night

And we invite you all for dinner
There's plenty of food to go around

When the food is you

- Who, me?
- Yes, you.

We thought a picnic would be nice

And we're so pleased
That you could join us

We're glad you're home
Trick or treat

How sweet

Now's the time. Say your prayers.
Time's up.

How sweet

Let's eat

Please, pass the pork.

Over here.

Here. To me.

Excellent, gentlemen. Excellent.

All right, you owls, this is Edmond.
It's over for you.

We got Chanticleer.

Where's my mom and dad?
I can't see them.

Don't worry, we'll find them.

How is he, Goldie?

- I think he's waking up.
- Good.

- Let's go in for a landing.
- Hold on.

Annihilation.

She's going down.

Abandon ship. Abandon ship.

- Is it time for the show?
- King, you're heavy.

Show me the stage.
Give me that mike.

- Where am I?
- Chanti, you're home.

It feels like I've been hit
by a 800-pound mule.

- What's happened?
- There's no time to explain.

Chanticleer, you gotta crow,
and you gotta crow now.

- The owls could be here any second.
- Who are you?

- He's a friend. Now, please, crow.
- Oh, I can't. I don't know if I ever did.

- Of course you did.
- Chanti, we were wrong.

- It's your job to bring up the sun.
- It hasn't shined since you left.

Oh, but look:

Cockadoo....

Guys, it's no use.
All I do now is sing the blues.

- The King.
- We don't want the King.

We want Chanticleer.

The Duke.

I know it's frightfully impolite...

...to eavesdrop like this...

...but are you by any chance having
a little trouble with your throat?

Nothing to say?

Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Stop it!

Chanti, crow.

- Shut up, you.
- Come on, you guys...

- ...show him we believe.
- I told you to be quiet!

Chanticleer. Chanticleer.
Chanticleer. Chanticleer.

Duke, leave him alone.
It's me you want, not him.

Chanticleer.

Chanticleer.

Very stupid, Patou.

Chanticleer. Chanticleer.
Chanticleer.

No, no, no. Look here, quiet.

- Chanticleer. Chanticleer.
- Quiet, I said. Shut up!

Chanticleer! Chanticleer!
Chanticleer!

Fools, all of you, silence!

I'll give you Chanticleer.

Look, it's coming up without him.

You're a phony.

Are you by any chance having
a little trouble with your throat?

- You're a phony.
- It's coming up without him.

- It's your job to bring up the sun.
- It hasn't shined since you left.

- It's your job to bring up the sun.
- It hasn't shined since you left.

Chanticleer, you gotta crow,
and you gotta crow now.

Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Chanticleer, you gotta crow,
and you gotta crow now.

Cockadoo!

Cockadoo!

Cockadoo!

- Hunch, it's me, Uncle Dukie.
- Uncle Dukie.

- Come here.
- Hunch, no.

Animation. It's music to my ears.

Hold still, you little twerp.

Aggravation.
Abomination. Alienation.

Annihilation.
Anticipation. Altercation.

Well, our journey had finally
come to an end.

Old Chanticleer was back to stay...

...the sun was up,
the rain had stopped...

...and the owls were gone for good.

Everything seemed
to be turning out just fine.

Except for one thing:

Edmond.

We just didn't know how
to help him.

He was a little boy.

Oh, he was a handsome little boy.

Edmond.

Edmond.

Edmond.

Edmond.

Edmond.

Edmond.

Edmond, come on, honey, wake up.

Wake up, honey.

Mom. Mom!

Look, I'm not furry anymore.

- I'm a boy. Mom, I'm a boy.
- Lie down, sweetheart.

Mom, is that the sun?

Edmond. Edmond, get back into bed.

Okay, take a look.

Look, Mom,
Chanticleer raised the sun.

- Hi, Edmond. How you doing, son?
- Fine.

But what happened to Chanti
and the gang?

Mom, where are they?

Edmond, Chanticleer
is just a storybook.

Those characters
are only make-believe.

- Come on, let's get back into bed.
- No, Mom, they're not. I saw them.

I bet they're wondering
what happened to me.

- I wanna tell them I'm okay.
- Yes, honey, I'm sure they know.

You think so?

They'll be just fine.

Edmond's mom was right, of course,
but she didn't know why.

She also never knew
just what stopped the rain that night.

But that just goes to show you,
with a little help from your friends...

...you can do just about anything.

Welcome home, Chanticleer.

Thanks for bringing back the sun.

Cockadoo!

- Chanticleer!
- Hey, Edmond!

Cockadoo, what a day
The sun is shinin' brightly

Cockadoo, sunny day
Down here on the farm

Cockadoo, stay away
You big ol' wet ol' rain cloud

Or I'll crow out loud
With this voice of mine

Sun do shine

Sun do shine, sun do shine,
Sun do shine

Sun do shine

Sun do shine, sun do shine
Sun do shine

Sun do shine

Sun do shine, sun do shine
Sun do shine

Well, my daddy taught me
How to sing

And that's why this voice
Means everything

- Sun do shine, you better shine
- You better shine

Well, the sun do shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

Sun do shine

Sun do shine, sun do shine
Sun do shine

Sun do shine

Sun do shine, sun do shine
Sun do shine

Well, the sun do shine

Sun do shine, sun do shine
Sun do shine

Well, my daddy taught me
How to sing

And that's why this voice
Means everything

Sun do shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

Well, the sun do shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

- You better shine
- You better shine

You better shine

Sun, you better shine