Chicken Little2005

Abby:
Okay. Lemme guess. You haven't told your dad yet.

Chicken Little:
Well...

Abby:
I knew it! Why haven't you told him? There hasn't been you, your dad, talk-talk-talking.

Chicken Little:
There was talking. There was... There was definitely talking.

Abby:
Oh, really? What did he say? [Chicken Little only making stammering things] What? Alright, that's it! We are doing an intervention! You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem!

Runt:
She's right!

Chicken Little:
Abby, please. This is exactly what fell on me the first time. There's no way I'm bringing this up again with him.

Runt:
No, he's not!

Abby:
Runt!

Runt:
Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper.

Abby:
Okay. I'm sure there's a simple, logical explanation. I mean, it could be a piece of weather balloon, or maybe it's part of some experimental communications satellite.

Chicken Little:
I don't care what it is. I want it out of my life, gone for good. Everything back to normal.

Abby:
Hey, remember when that icy blue stuff fell from the sky? Everybody thought it was from space and stuff? And it just turned out to be frozen pee from a jet airplane.

Runt:
Yeah, that's right. It's frozen pee. Yeah. It's frozen pee. [singing] Pee, pee, pee, pee pee.

Chicken Little:
Could you stop saying that?

Runt:
What, pee?

Chicken Little:
Pee.

Abby:
How 'bout Tinkle

Runt:
Piddle?

Abby:
Whiz? [Fish gurgles]

Runt:
Wee-wee?

Chicken Little:
Okay, subject change.

Runt:
Make Phishee?

Chicken Little:
I don't care what it is! Now are you gonna help me get rid of it or not?