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.


