♪♪♪
- And that kids, is how you milk a bear!
(Bear groans)
- Uh... that's not how I do it.
- Then you're doing it wrong.
Now feel free to patrol the mobile petting zoo.
Go ahead and pet anything you want.
The gator's a real softie, but uh,
be careful with the chicken. He's a bad hombre.
- (Clucks)
All: Awesome. Yesss. Yay!
- (Groans)
Beth: Whoa, someone is not flossing.
- Huh. I've never seen a chicken without alfredo sauce.
Hi there, friend!
- (Angry cluck) - Ow. I said friend.
Ow. Ow. Ow!
Why are you doing this?
I hope I don't get mad chicken disease! Ow.
- Hey, smarten up,
or you're gonna be swimming with the noodles.
- (Clucks) - Oh ya, chicken?!
You wanna dance with the deepfryer?
- Ooh, this cocoon is amazing.
Nice one arachnai friends.
- (Squealing) - Bacon, come back!
- (Gasp) No, no, do not climb into his mouth.
- How else am I supposed to fill this nasty cavity?
Duh...
- Gators aren't sleeping bags.
- Who's a good wolverine? Who's a good wolverine?
- Hey there chicken dude.
- (Clucks)
(Happy cluck)
♪♪♪
♪ La, la, la
La, la, la ♪
- I thought so.
You're not bad, you're just misunderstood.
- Wow, check out the chicken whisperer.
- I have a pink pony! Yeeeee-haw!
- Okay kids, say thank you to the nice zookeeper lady
and let's head on inside.
All: Thank you zookeeper lady.
- Animals! Truck! Now!
- Aw, you're so sweet.
Gimme some wing up top, bud.
(High five slap)
Check you later.
(Sad music, and sad clucks)
- Now everybody go wash your hands extra well before lunch
because animals are dirty, dirty creatures.
(Door slams, engine rumbles)
- Now everybody wash up extra well before we leave
because children are dirty, dirty creatures.
- Cody, stop sucking your thumb.
You were just petting a wolverine!
- Halt! You wolverine germs shall not pass!
Ahhhh! (Snarling)
(Hisses, growls)
- (Chuckles) Kids.
- Blahhh. - Ewww!
- Blahnh. - Blahhh.
- Whoa. (Landing thud)
- Lunch. The most second meal of the day.
Oh hey, chicken.
Whoa. Chicken?
What are you doing in there?
- (Clucks) - No. I can't keep you here.
Chef'll see you and flip out.
- (Clucks)
- Hide you using a variety of disguises?
Hmmm. That might work.
Ready when you are, chicken.
Yee-naw.
Too accusatory.
Kind of farmy.
Not spacey enough.
Yes! That's the one!
I should probably go put on my backup clothes.
I never had a dog or a cat or anything,
but I'm ready to be a pet owner
and is there any bond greater than a boy and his chicken?
Nun-uh. I'm gonna take good care of you.
I feel weird calling you chicken,
'cause people eat chicken.
I know, I'll call you, Nugget!
- (Clucks)
- Let's go explore the daycare... "new student"!
Wink!
♪♪♪
- I'm seeing chickens!
My vision book says that means I'm afraid of commitment.
Well, I am not afraid to commit anymore.
Beverly? It's Chef.
No more renting, I'm gonna buy that tuba!
- Ever since that petting zoo,
I've been feeling kinda weird. Almost like...
(Coughs up a hairball)
I don't remember eating all this hair.
- Aw... I'm gonna call him Nestor.
Oh, and you're turning into a werewolf!
- Nah.
- What? Huh?
All right, who's taking my--
Hey! Give that ba-spppffft!
(Splashing)
- (Clucks)
- Whoa-ho. Courtney, lunch goes in your mouth.
- I was making sure none of my food groups
were touching when your chicken did this to me!
- Well, if your lunch had chicken in it
maybe Nugget was trying to rescue it.
- It. Was. Tuna!
You've got a bad chicken, Jude.
Now what am I gonna eat for lunch?
- Take mine. (Splats)
Don't tell Nugget about the egg salad.
(Flames whoosh)
(Sinister music)
- What a city! Hard work,
but Harold town was totally worth it.
Stay back chicken!
N-no! (Resounding booms)
That's-that's city hall!
Not the opera house.
(Stomping)
Noooo! That's the secret ninja headquarters!
(Loud squawk)
Harold: Noooooooooooo! (Echoes)
(Crying)
(Angry growl)
Stop fowl creature!
(Gasps)
(Punching thud) Ow! Ow!
Ahhhh!
(Whimpering)
Where did you train?
- Hey, Harold. You seen-- - Your feathered fiend?
Yes! It just went chickzilla all over Harold town!
- (Snarling)
(Growling)
- I'm sure it was an accident.
- No. He was looking right at me.
That bird is a bully!
Your chicken is bad, Jude. Bad!
(Rock music plays, flames roar)
- (Cluck) - Stay back, vile creature!
- Nugget and I do not appreciate your judgy,
judgemental, judging. C'mon buddy.
♪ The cat chases mice while my grandma makes rice ♪
♪ And they close the school cause there's an outbreak ♪
♪ ...of lice
- Uh, Owen.
Did you just turn into an angry chicken? Haha.
Why am I asking him that in English
when I speak fluent chicken?
(Clucks)
Eeeeeeeeee!
What? How could this have been my fault?!
- Nugget must've thought your skipping rope
was a giant worm and wanted to eat it.
- You can't skip rope with a worm, Jude.
You have to tie several worms together to make it long enough.
Ha. Trust me, I once tried to do that--
- We were skipping rope with a worm? Coooool!
- Your chicken, is... I'm gonna use a bad word here, okay?
Mean!
- Izzy is right,
which is something I never thought I'd say.
- Yep, your bad chicken has to go.
- C'mon guys. Nugget isn't mean or bad, he's just...
misunderstood.
And look how generous Nugget is?
He laid all these eggs.
- She! The females lay the eggs.
- Well, I don't know about that,
but not everyone is against Nugget.
- (Giggles)
- Bridgette, you like Nugget, right?
- (Squawking)
(Nunchucks whoosh) - Ahhh!
- Nuh! Oooh!
Why do you have nunchucks?
Why Nugget?
(Hitting thud, pained grunt) Why?!
Are you okay? It's over now.
Or it's not.
(Eggs whoosh)
- Ahhh! (Splat)
- Now do you see, Jude?
Bridgette just got scrambled.
- (Sighs)
Can someone please tell me what just happened?
- Dudes, I was so wrong.
My chicken is totally whack!
How could something so cute and fluffy be so evil?
- We need to get rid of it before it attacks again.
- Nugget is my chicken.
I'll do it.
They say if you love something,
you have to set it free.
And if that something is a violent psycho chicken
with anger issues,
then it should be in the wild where it belongs.
Which is where you belong, Nugget.
So be free, my friend!
- (Clucks)
- I know you want to stay with me.
I know, but you can't, Nugget,
you can't.
Now fly! Fly away!
- Um, can chickens fly?
- No. No they can't.
- (Clucks)
- Wow. Nugget sure can fly fast.
He's already in the clouds!
- Actually-- - Probably best to say nothing.
- (Clucks) - Bye, little buddy!
- (Boings!) (Clucks)
♪♪♪
(Nunchucks whoosh)
- (Snarling)
(Skids to a halt)
- (Gulps)
- (Chomp) - (Clucks)
- I'm sorry you had to let your friend go loose, Jude.
- I learned a valuable lesson from all this.
Egg salad makes me- (Farts)
- Ahhh!
(Gagging) Ew!
- The more important lesson is:
you can't keep a violent, wild animal in a daycare!
- You can't?
Hurry, Suzanne! Hide in here.
(Glass shatters) Chef: Ah. No!
(Objects clatter) Bad gator. Shoo!
Ahhh! My tuba!