Scene 1: A group of chickens are planning to escape Tweedy's Farm.
Mrs. Tweedy: Mr. Tweedy, what is that chicken doing outside the fence?
Mr. Tweedy: Ooh! Hehe. I don't know. I...
Mrs. Tweedy: Just deal with it, now!
Mr. Tweedy: (to the chickens) I'll teach you to make a fool out of me! Now let that be a lesson to the lot of ya! No chicken escapes from Tweedy's Farm!!
(In the coop.)
Ginger: Think everyone, think. What haven't we tried yet?
Bunty: We haven't tried not trying to escape.
Babs: Hmmm. That might work.
Ginger: What about Edwina? 1)How many more empty nests will it take?
Bunty: Well, perhaps it wouldn't be empty if she spent more time laying and less time escaping.
Ginger: So laying eggs all your life and then getting 2)plucked, stuffed and roasted is good enough for you, is it?
Babs: It's a living.
Ginger: You know what the problem is? The fences aren't just around the farm. they're up here, in your heads. There's a better place out there. Somewhere beyond that hill, and it has wide open spaces, and lots of trees and grass. Can you imagine that? Cool, green grass...
Hen 1: Who feeds us?
Ginger: We feed ourselves.
Hen 2: Well, where's the farm?
Ginger: There is no farm.
Babs: Then where does the farmer live?
Ginger: There is no farmer, Babs.
Babs: Is he on holiday?
Ginger: He isn't anywhere. Don't you get it? There's no morning egg count, no farmers, no dogs and coops and keys, and no fences.
Bunty: In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic load of 3)tripe! Oh face the facts, doks. The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.
Ginger: Then there's still a chance!
Scene 2: While Ginger is in desperation, however, some hope literally falls from the sky in the form of Rocky, an American rooster.
Rocky: Ah! Who are you? Where am I? What's going on? Ouch! What happened to my wing?
Ginger: You took a rather nasty fall.
Mac: And 4)sprained the anterior 5)tendon connecting your 6)radius to your humerus. I gave it a 7)wee bit of a 8)tweak, Jimmy, and wrapped her up.
Rocky: Was that English?
Ginger: She said you sprained your wing. She fixed it.
Babs: And I made the 9)bandage!
Hen 3: I carried you in!
(Chattering.)
Rocky: 10)Whoa. Whoa! Let's 11)back up and start from the top. Where am I?
Ginger: You're right. How rude of us. We're just very excited. This is a chicken farm.
Babs: And we're the chickens.
Rocky: Yeah, with you so far... chicken farm... chickens...
Fowler: I don't like the looks of this one. His eyes are too close together.
Ginger: Father, please!
Fowler: And he's a 12)Yank.
Rocky: Easy 13)Pops, cockfighting's illegal where I come from.
Hen 3: And where is that exactly?
Rocky: Oh, just a little place I call the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Hens: Scotland!
Rocky: No! America!
Chickens: Oh, America!
Fowler: 14)Poppycock! 15)Pushy Americans! Always showing up late for every war. Over-paid, over-sexed, and over here!
Rocky: Hey, what's eating grandpa?
Ginger: Oh don't mind him, Mr.... Mr....
Rocky: The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short.
Hen 3: Rocky Rhodes?
Rocky: 16)Catchy, ain't it?
Ginger: (showing him the poster) Mr. Rhodes, is this you?
Rocky: Uh, who wants to know?
Ginger: A group of rather desperate chickens. See if it is you, then you just might be the answer to our prayers.
Rocky: Well then, call me a miracle, doll-face, 'cuz that's me.
Babs: And what brings you to England, Mr. Rhodes?
Rocky: Why? All the beautiful English chicks, of course.
Fowler: Git over!
