Goldbeak (老鹰抓小鸡)

No, no!

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

Breaking news.

The wreckage of the plane carrying Mayor Silverwing

and his family has been discovered.

Sadly, there were no survivors.

Silverwing's brother, Fluttercaw,

will be taking over as mayor.

Our investigation has revealed

that it was my brother's most trusted subordinate, Guru,

who was responsible for the plane crash.

What a despicable thing to do.

It's so shameful.

- Meanwhile, I vow to honor my brother's legacy

by leading Avian City to a bright future.

(gentle orchestral music continues)

- Hmm, you found an eagle?

- Just a baby. - Oh.

- An eagle, Biddy? - A tiny orphan.

Ah, oh.

Oh, be careful.

Slow down.

That was quite a tumble. (laughing)

You'll be fine, Goldbeak.

Now, pick yourself up.

Ratchet, watch your brother.

Yeah!

- (clearing throat) Need farm hands?

- Hmm? - Huh?

Nope.

Hi.

I'm just looking for a job, ma'am.

Here, Goldbeak.

I can't afford help.

- All I need's a safe place to sleep.

A barn would be fine.

Barn's broken.

I can fix it.

Really. I'm serious.

Piece of cake. (grunting)

I'm both skilled, and crafty.

- Fine. Go for it.

But first let's get you fixed up.

You're gonna need two working wings.

Hmmm.

It's done.

(laughing) Whoa.

- Roosters and hens, prepare to witness the impossible.

This will be like nothing you've seen,

for I am the amazing Goldbeak.

Right here in Peckington Roost, I'm soaring to new heights.

Easy, kid.

Maybe aim a little lower.

- (gasping) Hey there, what did I tell you?

Huh? (grunting)

(laughing) You see?

You're better off staying on the ground, little guy.

Uncle Shanks,

do you have any idea why I can't fly?

Where do I start, kid?

Why would you even wanna fly, huh?

- Because I'm an eagle - Oh really?

Think about it.

I'm a majestic eagle, but I can only run.

Hey. Running is

majestic. (laughing)

Then why laugh?

Who's laughing?

Listen, running is all you need in this town.

I mean it works just fine for the chickens, doesn't it?

I doubt they'd fly if they could.

You're part of the Peckington Roost community.

Try and act like it.

Be normal.

If you fly, it'll scare folks.

And if you crash, from high altitude,

that'll be curtains.

I'm just trying to look out for you, all right?

If something happened to you, your mom's heart would break.

Your sister would be devastated.

And as for myself,

your poor Uncle Shanks just wouldn't know how to go on.

- Lunch time. - It's lunch time, let's go.

- Something tells me this doesn't bode well.

Ah.

Oh!

- Come on, come on. - Ah.

You're gonna like this.

Hey, sugar.

So Momma Biddy is still trying to raise that eagle

as a chicken, is she?

She sure is.

And grown eagles are dangerous.

We should have a vote on it.

- Oh, yeah. (chuckling) - Hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, don't push your luck, kid.

There's no way you can fly without someone coaching you.

This will not work out.

Did you hear me?

You cannot fly.

Oh, yeah.

Watch out for the branch.

Yeah, watch out.

Ratchet?

It'll work this time, won't it?

What are you saying?

This time and every time.

Remember, my inventions are incredible.

It's just, if Momma finds out-

- Yeah, yeah, well who's telling her?

No one.

Here goes.

You're doing it.

Goldbeak!

(coughing) Stupid bird.

What's with you?

Uh, he wants to fly.

Hey, are you okay?

- (gasping) How dare you break my invention.

I think it stinks.

Your sister's a nutcase, and you're a freak,

just like that weirdo mother of yours.

- Let's get outta here. - Quick.

Run for it.

Goldbeak's gone crazy.

What now?

- Help me. - Well, I'll be-

- Goldbeak is crazy. - Look.

Biddy's kid.

He's going crazy.

- I knew he'd give in to his eagle nature eventually.

- I'd almost forgotten the kid was an eagle.

Scary.

Knock it off.

Goldbeak.

Goldbeak, let go of Chet.

Oh, Momma.

I'm sorry.

- I don't care if he's an orphan, you adopted an eagle.

He's dangerous.

Have you thought about what happens when he gets older,

and starts flying around town?

- Yes, the boy's mother certainly has a point.

- Sis, today, I did something bad, didn't I?

No, Chet had it coming.

- But I made things worse, because I don't belong here,

and I caused trouble for Momma.

- Stop. That's enough.

Don't worry about what Chet says.

Mmm.

- I want him gone if he makes trouble again.

Okay, let's go home.

- Momma, I didn't mean to. - Mm-hmm, I know.

No.

It was my fault.

- I'm sorry. - Let's go home.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

Momma?

Am I really a freak?

No.

They were yelling.

I heard what they said.

I'm not like the other kids.

All I ever think about is flying.

- Listen, you don't have to be like everyone else.

Although, perhaps, you'd have an easier time fitting in

if you acted like a chicken.

And you know, chickens can't fly.

Okay.