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Fowler?

Everyone, shut up!

Eh?

Fowler.

What exactly is the R.A.F.?

What do you mean, what is it?

The Royal Air Force is what.

Then what’s the ‘‘old crate’’?

There she is.

Gorgeous, isn’t she?

You mean, you flew in one of these?

Beautifully built. ln fact, there’s a bit of a story to that as well.

We were out on a ‘‘recce,’’ you see.

Ops had given the go-ahead, but the weather duffed up.

• Yes.

We might actually be able to pull this off.

• We’re still going to fly out of here. - What, what?

Fowler’s provided the answer.

l have?

Uh, yes, yes, yes. Of course l have.

Uh, how have l?

We’ll make…

a crate.

[ Ginger ] Mac,you’ll handle the engineering.

Babs, manufacturing.

Fowler will be chief aviation advisor.

Bunty, eggs.

• Eggs? - Eggs.

Right,just like the ones that rooster was gonna lay.

Only roosters don’t lay eggs, do they?

• Don’t they? - No, it’s a lady thing, apparently.

Ask your mum.

One egg for every item on the list. First payment in advance.

Right! When do we start?

Come on!

Hey.

• Oh! -

Huh?

What the dickens?

Oh, gnomes now.

• Voila!

• Give me.

Hmm?

Aah!

• Ohh! All right, here.

Eggs from heaven!

• No! From her bum!

Mmm?

• ldiot! - That was close.

Too close.

We can’t stop now. Come on, everyone! Go for it!

Really go for it! Go, go, go, go!

• Mac, we need those calculations quickly.

Agnes, that has to be really secure.

• Careful up there, Fowler! -

Bunty, give him a hand.

Well done, Babs. Keep it up.

No problem, doll face.

Oh, l’m the type of guy

That likes to roam around

l’m never in one place

l roam from town to town

And when l found myself fallin’ for some girl

l’d hop right in that car–

[ Radio Continues ] And travel ‘round the world

‘Cause I’m a wanderer

Yeah A wanderer

l roam around and ‘round Around and ‘round

‘Cause l’m a wanderer

Yeah, a wanderer

Oh, boy.

l roam around and ‘round Around and ‘round, around

Come on.

Please.

Oh, no. He’s fixed it.

Get the chickens.

Which ones?

All of them.

Me tools!

Why,you thieving little buggers!

What’s the plan?

• Attack!

Nice plan.

Mrs. Tweedy!

Aaaah! Mrs. Tweedy!

The chickens are revolting!

Finally, something we agree on.

Help! Mrs.–

Mmm– Mmm?

Under the hut.

• Come on!

• What have we done? - This is it, everyone.

We’re escaping.

• What, now? - Now!

• But, Ginger, she’s not ready. - Listen.

We’ll either die free chickens or die trying.

Are those the only choices?

• Let’s do it. - Scramble!

This way!

Mrs. Tweedy!

The exits are located here and here.

ln the quite likely event of an emergency,

put your head between your knees and–

Kiss your bum good-bye.

All right, Fowler, ready for takeoff.

Behind you all the way.

But you’re supposed to be up there.

You’re the pilot.

• Oh, don’t be ridiculous. l can’t fly this contraption.

Back in your day– the Royal Air Force–

6-4-4 Squadron, poultry division.

We were the mascots.

You mean you never actually flew the plane?

Good heavens, no.

• l’m a chicken.

The Royal Air Force doesn’t let chickens behind the controls of a complex aircraft.

• We’re all gonna die!

Fowler, you have to fly it.

You’re always talking about back in your day. Well, today is your day.

You can do it, you old sausage.

Wing Commander T.l. Fowler…

reporting for duty.

Well, come on. What are you waiting for?

We haven’t got all day. Let’s get this crate off the ground.

Fowler! Now!

Contact!

Cleared for takeoff!

Chocks away!

Chocks away!

Whoa!

• Full throttle! - Full throttle!