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December was the cruelest month. November never could've predicted the hellhole I was thrown into during the preceding month. The girl I loved for almost two years had found a new boy. She was never really mine; I know that much. I thought she would never leave me; I never thought my own friend would take her away from me. Countless nights were spent talking to her via Snapchat and Instagram; I never thought those days would end so soon. However, I'm constantly reminded of the end of that era when I see her walking down the halls in the arms of the very guy that split us up. But for some reason, I cannot blame him. I have tried time and time again to blame him for our falling out. I've tried to place all the blame on him to no avail! He has no fault in this mess. It is his fault he fell in love with her. But I refuse to believe he forced her to leave me, much less to purposefully break up a friendship he KNEW meant so much to both sides. I place the blame fully on her: the girl who wasted almost two years of my life, the girl who I fully depended on. My life had revolved around her; I had no time to develop any other relationships when I was with her. I had fallen too deep into the rabbit hole that is a friendship with [redacted]. I loved her so much that I still struggle to find the proper words to describe the adoration I held towards her. [redacted] had been the light of my life, my confidant, best friend, and so much more. No remnants of our friendship are left aside from the text messages I refuse to delete because I don't want to appear as immature and I still need to communicate with her about everything Migrations related. I have deleted all of our conversations apart from the aforementioned. Every and any trace of her from my Snapchat memories are gone, but it was in no way the easiest thing to do. I've done 80 curl-ups and over 60 laps in the oh-so-dreaded PACER test that increased my heartbeat tenfold by hearing a split second of the audio. It's February now, almost three months since my last real conversation with her. I never realized how toxic I had become to myself when I was with her. No disrespect to her, but I blindly followed everything she said. Leah? [redacted] hated her until something changed. I never had anything towards Leah, but I knew she wasn't perfect. Most of us aren't perfect, so who can really speak for that? While I was aware I was blindly following what she said (thanks, Nick), I rejected any form of slander towards Maritza. How could I? Maritza had been my friend longer than I knew of [redacted]’s existence. See, Maritza had been the one that introduced me to [redacted] and allowed a relationship to between [redacted] and me to bloom. I will always be in debt to Maritza for giving me the wonderful experience of knowing the enigma [redacted] was. [redacted] had so much to say about everyone around her and I knew no better than to listen and agree. Despite her telling me I didn't have to agree with everything she said whenever we had mild disagreements or I wasn't versed well enough on a topic, I continued. I don't want to continue to throw her under the bus, so I'll move on. From a creative mind to an eccentric writer, you exemplified everything I want to be. I idolized you for all the wrong reasons, despite me saying I didn't. Looking back at our relationship, I should've listened to Nick. I know she doesn't like him, but he certainly had much merit to his words. Perhaps I could've avoided the pain of losing you if I had listened to Nick and distanced myself. I'm grateful our relationship is over. I don't know how I could've realized the toxicity of my actions if I hadn't taken a step back. I deserve this break from you. I'm sorry you feel as if though you have no friends after our split. You only have yourself to blame for that one, darling. Losing my friendship was no one's fault but yours. [redacted], I'm sorry for any pain I've caused you during that last phone call we had months ago. But there is no way in hell that I will regret that action. I will never forget the day I knew it was over between us. It was during lunch when we were in Strong's room. [redacted] had you wrapped around his stupid, little finger and I could do nothing but watch. I was sick on watching! I did the only thing I could think of: leave. There was so much pent up resentment towards you in that instance that the only thing I could do was cry. It was the most embarrassing thing I had ever been through. And to think you were my best friend who could NEVER cause any pain to me. You said you cared about me. You told me [redacted] meant NOTHING to you. You said you would break things off with him for the last time! These were all lies, of course. How could you give up a guy that gave you attention no one else could? In a way, I understand. But you're a senior, you're leaving in a few months? How long do you think this thing with [redacted] will last? I've heard the things he's said to you and you are not the only one to have heard those words from him. He's a hurt boy who's struggled with life in more ways that either of us has. I don't blame him for falling for the one person I loved more than anything in the world. I just wish you had learned how to use your time. If you knew how to handle more than one relationship at a time I would still be by your side. I wouldn't be stuck writing this damn essay on my laptop if you had simply listened to me and made time for the one person that loved you beyond anything in the world. I hope this is something to think about.

Every day on my way to second period I see a girl I thought could never not love me. I was wrong, of course. She found a new guy and I was out of the picture in no time. Still, I speak highly of her. In an essay I wrote not too long ago (“Champagne for my Real Friends, Real Pain for my Sham Friends”), I addressed her as an eccentric writer, a creative mind, and an enigma. Those were only positives, meant to rid me of any sort of backlash for speaking ill of a friend to many. But what’s the truth without some negatives? I can call [redacted] and enigma all I want to cover up my truths, but that doesn’t do her justice. She’s not perfect and no less human than I. However, the bitter qualities she exemplified throughout my extended time with her were more than visible. Somewhat, I feel responsible, like I owe her something for being such a trustworthy confidant. [redacted] was, in essence, the love of my life.

too much time  in speeding cars and red hair dye rock n roll red like the bottle says more rock n roll like the boy in the driver seat late night speeding down a highway i can’t be bothered to remember  adrenaline rushing  hearts pumping just trying to get back home to f*** up some more now threes a crowd and we’re cooped up in a bathroom bleach in my hair pink hair dye in his she’s just watching laughing rock n roll red is in with the bottle half empty sid vicious would laugh if he saw me fake punk wannabe emo kid 2004 myspace would be proud he’s sitting on a closed toilet seat she’s across from him holding his hand so gently painting his nails alternating colors every 35 seconds

the foolish boy decided it was okay to fall in love with his best friend for the second time. one boyfriend and another two crushes later, that dumbass still had feelings for his best friend. but there was something about waiting at that stoplight in the hot austin weather and laughing uncontrollably over a fat pigeon photo, his face a few inches from the boy in the driver’s seat. or maybe it was sitting in the parking lot of an in n out where i complained about a pulsating headache and you nagged me to hit your dab pen to which i ignored because i didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you. you put your arm behind my seat and i turned to face you, thinking it was time to finally kiss you, but i didn’t. you looked at me and i stared at your face, my heartbeat picking up. i can’t remember what we were talking about, which is probably for the best, and all i can remember is your hand brushing my hair out of my face. my short, bleached blonde hair in the grasp of your fingers. your tattoo fully visible and i stared at it when i couldn’t handle looking into your eyes anymore. it’d be a terrible, yet poetic lie to say that was the moment when i fell in love with you for a second time. but, i don’t think i fell out of love with you. in the letter i wrote you, i forgave you for going on a date with miriam when both of you knew i had feelings for you. the first day we hung out again you brought it to me, telling me about how it made you laugh and how you loved the letter. the letter which you still carry in the glovebox of your car. the letter, still in its envelope, i see every time you reach over my knees to open the compartment to get your weed out. i don’t know how many more times i’m gonna see you this summer, but i want to make you a promise here tonight.

You think you're funny right? Calling me drunk when it's too late at night Telling me truths that you know all are lies Yeah, you think you're funny right You think you're super sly Flirting with them but telling me you're mine Building me up, but buttercup you lied Now I'm gonna ruin your life 'Cause I've gotten tired of the games that you play When you tell me you love me then you throw me away So cry me a river till you drown in the lake 'Cause you may think you're winning but checkmate Yeah you may think you're winning but checkmate Now this is getting fun I saw you kissing someone else's tongue You said that I'm the only one you love Baby this is getting fun I'll let you think you won Date in the park I'll play it super dumb Holding your hand but in the other one I'm holding a loaded gun Yeah baby you should really run 'Cause I've gotten tired of the games that you play When you tell me you love me then you throw me away So cry me a river till you drown in the lake 'Cause you may think you're winning but checkmate Yeah you may think you're winning but check And I'm gonna get you gone Can't play me like your pawn Set fire to your lawn Just like you did to my heart And I'mma wreck your car (and I'mma wreck your car) And max your credit cards (and max your credit cards) A lover on the large (a lover on the large) You're gonna wish you never harmed me Cause I've gotten tired of the games that you play When you tell me you love me then you throw me away So cry me a river till you drown in the lake 'Cause you may think you're winning but checkmate And you did some damage so I'm making you pay And no one's ever gonna love you anyways 'Cause you're just a narcissist who's totally fake Yeah you may think you're winning this heartbreak But you aren't gonna win it 'cause checkmate

my cat had babies guys, im a great grandparent cause the cat that gave birth is the child of my first cat. there's five of them and idk what to name them so.

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oh my dear gods, i just joined this site yesterday and the few profiles i've encountered are horrendous and i love it

       I just did 100 crunches. I can feel the aftermath of it right now. I am trying to get into the habit of doing crunches or sit-ups every single day. I was going to just stop eating as much, but I don't want to stop eating. I have grown to love eating. I have no problem with my body except my protruding stomach. I love my big ass and my big boobs. I just want my stomach to be flat. I have gotten super basic with my selfies lately because of my size. I don't usually get too creative with them anymore. When I was skinny as f*** I could pull off any photo. I was skinny as f*** and pretty as f***. I don't feel as good about myself as I did when I weighed 118 pounds. It's hard for me to get into the habit of working out because my whole life I was skinny and never needed too. Back then I didn't really gain weight either. I had a hard time gaining much weight most my life. Now that I gained weight I can't seem to get the pounds off. It f***ing sucks which is why I am now trying to do crunches every single day. Once it gets too easy, I will have to up the amount I do a day.       I am almost done with the dishes! I have maybe like 2 or 3 more loads to soak and do. It's a good feeling to get something done. I can't stand it when the house is a mess. I really want it to look completely spotless, but I know that won't happen any time soon unless Kenny helps me clean. I've been doing really good at checking off everything that I need to do lately. I have been on a role. I am so sick of sitting at home its not even funny. I really want a job so I can buy sh*t and not have to hear it from my boyfriend when I ask him for money. Now I will be able to pay for my sh*t without Kenny helping me out all the time. I miss being able to have money to spend. It's not much, but it's still money.        I wonder when Kenny is going to be back. He has been gone for awhile. I am super f***ing bored. I don't want to drink though. I want to get high. Besides, smoking weed is way better for you than getting drunk. Weed you can't get addicted too. Alcohol on the other hand, you can. Every time you get super f***ing drunk you are risking getting alcohol poisoning, risking a mean hang over the next day, and risk throwing up depending on how much you choose to drink. None of that type of sh*t happens when you smoke weed. If anything, it has more of a positive effect on your body than harmful. No one has ever died from smoking weed. People have died from drinking too much. I really want to f***ing grow so that I never have to spend a single dime on pot ever again. I can't though until my boyfriend is off papers.        My confidence has really been up and down lately. I really need to stop comparing myself to other girls that are skinnier or prettier, and do something about it. Going back to me mentioning that I am going to be working out just my stomach. I am hoping that once my stomach fat is gone, then maybe my confidence will come back full force. I hate feeling like this. I know every single girl goes through this sh*t no matter what she looks like, but ya know. Ya can't really avoid it.       I hope Kenny gets home soon. I really want to hang out with him. I will prob work on cleaning my room aka our room, and do some dishes. It's something to pass the time. I find myself bored a lot of the time lately. I really need a job so I can get back to enjoying the little things like watching TV or reading a book. It gets old doing the same sh*t over and over again. I feel lonely. I hate not being able to hang out with people whenever the f*** I please. I haven't seen Korri in a long time. I have no idea why. Maybe she is finally stepping up to the plate and spending time with her kid. I have no idea what shes been up to. We talk once in awhile, but not very often.        

Think about your SENIOR year in High School. The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be:20071. Did you know your current love? Yes. He was my crush2. Type of car?Didn't have one3. What kind of job did you have?House keeping at the vista 4. Where did you live? With my mom & dad5. Were you popular? Probably not, idc lol 6. Were you in choir? No7. Ever get suspended from school? No8. If you could would you go back?Yes!9. Still talk to the person that you went to prom with? No10. Did you skip school? Yes11. Go to all the football games?Yes12. Favorite subject? Math & Early Childhood Education 13. Do you still have your yearbooks? I have 2 right now 14. Did you follow the career path? Kinda lol im a mom now. 15.Do you have a class ring?Nope16. Still close with your best friend?Yes 17. Who was your favorite teacher?  Lori Adkins 18. What was your style?Comfy19. Favorite shoes? Whatever I had. Idk20. Favorite thing to eat in cafeteria?  Pizza21. Favorite band? B5, 2XL2. High school hair? Either straight or perm23. What kind of perfume/cologne? Vanilla 24. How old when you graduated? 1725. Did you play a sport?Tried track didn't like it Ok, it’s your turn! 😆(Press finger, copy & paste to your status, change the answers & pass it on)

Heyzz.. I don't like 2 talk anout my feelings online.. but I rlly rlly wish I had sum emo/scene friendz irl. I hav 1 but we r the only ones around that we know of. I would love to get a group of people together a take over Ross Park Mall. (a mall near where I live). Would anyone b down for this???

       I am drunk as hell right now. I am jamming to Phil Collins like a boss. I love him in all the Tarzan songs. The Tarzan songs were my favorite Disney movie music. I'm jamming to it right now. I love him OMG! I am a huge Phil Collins fan haha! I can thank my dad for that haha! I like a lot of music because of my dad. I grew up listening to Alice Cooper, Twisted Sister, Queen, Pink Floyd, and so on.        I am on live video right now too. Not on here obviously. I am on meet me live haha! People love watching me live. I am a pretty colorful person haha! I AM SNOOKI! As for Phil ColliI ns, hes f***ing awesome. My favorite music are from the Disney movies that has Phil Collins doing all of the music. The movies he sings the songs to are Tarzan and Brother Bear. He is an amazing artist. Has been sense he existed back in the day. My adoptive father loves him. I pretty much like any rock star that my adoptive dad likes. I love Queen and me and my family went to go see the new Queen movie and we all loved it. Even my brother Anthony said the movie was really good.        I really want to go see famous rock stars in concert with my dad. It is something on my bucket list. I am going to call him from my phone as soon as my boyfriend gets home with my phone. I have been having issues with it charging. As long as I am home I can call people but if not, I am screwed.        I gotta go I f***ed up lol. 

Heyzz! So I've decided that I am going to make a new YouTube channel soon. I'm gonna post what it is soon if yall would still be interested in it. :) 

basically.. my brain f***in' hurts and i haven't ate today. why? i'm fat. duh.

Now, where to begin? How 'bout, "Once upon a time"? How many times have you heard that to begin a story? Let's do somethin' else. I got it, I got it, here we go. Here's how to open a movie! No, I don't think so. It sounds familiar. Doesn't it, to you? Oh, no, no, not the book. How many have seen "opening the book" before? Close the book. We're not doing that. Here's what we're gonna do. Why don't I just go back to the day things took a turn for the worse? Run for your lives! Everyone run for cover! SOS! Mayday! Mayday! Code red! Duck and cover! You're all in danger! Run for cover! Run for your lives! Emergency! Emergency! Look out! Take cover! Run for cover! Chicken Little! What is it? What's going on? The sky is falling! The sky is falling! - The sky is falling? - Are you crazy? No, no, no! It's true! Come with me! No. Son? What? It happened under the old oak tree! I'm not making this up. I know it's here. There's a piece of the sky somewhere... ...somewhere on the ground here. It was shaped like that! - Like a stop sign? - Yes! Only it doesn't say "stop" and it's blue and it has a cloud on it. And it hit me on the head! - It looked like a stop sign. - Wait! What's that? - Son, is this what hit you? - What? No, Dad. It was definitely a piece of the sky! Piece of the sky. It's OK, everyone! - Dad, no. - There's been, like, a little mistake. It was just an acorn that hit my son. A little acorn. - No! Dad, no. - Quiet, son. This is embarrassing enough already. Chicken Little! What were you thinkin'? Why put your town's safety in jeopardy? How could you mistake a stop sign for an acorn? - But it... a big acorn level fluh. - What did he say? - A big acorn level fluh... - It was a big acorn? - It was an ape throwing coleslaw? - A big acorn level fluh... Gesundheit! Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish, - gibberish of an insane person. - Come on, Buck! Your kid went and scared us all half to death! Well, what can I tell you, folks, my son, you know... Kids do crazy stuff. You have kids. It's... No, Dad. It wasn't an acorn. It was... it was a piece of the sky. Really, it was. You gotta believe me. A movie. A movie. They're makin' a movie. When? When will everybody forget your big mistake? First it was all over the papers, then they wrote a book about it, then the book on tape, then the board game, the spoons with your face on it... ...the Web site, the commemorative plates. - You saw them, right? - I saw them. Can't eat off 'em. - They're not microwave-safe. - You saw the billboards? I saw them. There's a bumper sticker. I knew it was only a matter of time. Billboards I could live with. Posters I could even live with. But a bumper sticker. It's... it's like glued on forever. It doesn't matter. You know why? Because I've got a plan. Yeah, about that. Well, remember how I told you it would be better for you to lay low, don't call attention to yourself? - Yes, but I... - See, it's like a game. Yeah, a game of hide-and-seek, except the goal is never to be found, ever! Great! Now, we've got a plan, right? I'll see ya later! Remember, lay low. Yeah. OK. Bye. Look, Mama! There's the crazy chicken! Yes, it is! Crazy chicken. You're so smart. We don't make eye contact. Bye! That's it. Today is a new day. It was a recipe for disaster A four-course meal of "No sirree" It seemed that happily ever after Was happy everyone was after me It was a cup of good intentions A tablespoon of one big mess A dash of overreaction And I assume you know the rest One little slip One little slip It was a fusion of confusion With a few confounding things I guess I probably took the wrong direction Well I admit I might've missed a sign or two I took a right turn at confusion A left when I should've gone straight on through I ran ahead with my assumptions And we all know what that can do One little slip One little slip It was a fusion of confusion And a few confounding things I get the feeling in this town I'll never live 'til I live down The one mistake that seems to follow me around But they'll forget about the sky When they all realize This guy's about to try to learn to fly Or hit the ground How's it going? It was a cup of good intentions A tablespoon of one big mess A dash of overreaction And I assume you know the rest One little slip One little slip It was a humble little stumble With a big ungraceful One little slip One little slip It was a fusion of confusion with a few confounding things Very well. Foxy Loxy. - Present, pretty and punctual. - Goosey Loosey. Master Runt of the Litter. Present and accounted for, Mr. Woolensworth. Dropped my pencil! - Loser! - Henny Penny. - Here. - Ducky Lucky. - Here. - Fuzzy Wuzzy. - Here. - Morkubine Porcupine. - Yo. - Fish Out of Water. Quite. Abby Mallard. Ugly duckling. Class! I will not tolerate rude behavior - at the expense of a fellow... - Hey, no worries, Mr. Woolensworth. You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly... Abby. - Where was I? - Ugly duckling. Oh, yes. Chicken Little. - Tardy again. - Tardy again. Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in Mutton. He. She. They. We. OK, everyone. Listen up! OK, everyone. Listen up! I don't wanna hear any quacks, tweets, oinks, whinnies or cocklee-doodle-doos when I say... dodgeball. Oh, man. Pump it up! Pump it, pump it, pump it! Split into two teams. Popular versus unpopular. - Coach? - Yeah, unpopular? Shouldn't we review safety guidelines? Sure! Hit the pig, kids! Look out! Calm down, Runt. Just... Just do what Fish is doing. Everybody dance now - Tough morning? - A run-in with my old nemesis. - Gum in the crosswalk? - He won. Your old foe! - Incoming on your right. - Thank you. Yeah, I heard about the movie. Tough break. - Yeah. - Maybe it'll just go straight to video. That's the least of my problems. This morning... this morning my dad told me I should basically disappear. But that's not gonna get me down. I've got a plan. You want to hear about it? No, no, no! This one's good. Look, one moment destroyed my life, right? One moment. - Warthog at 3:00! - I see him! - Yes! - So I figure all I need is a chance... All I need is a chance to do something great to make everyone forget the "sky falling" thing once and for all. Then my dad'll finally have a reason to be proud of me. Time out! Nurse! - Hi, Tiffany! - Hey, man, what's goin' on? So, what do you think? OK, listen. You said the sky was falling. - Your dad didn't support you. - I... And you have been hurting inside ever since, right? - It's hurt. It stung. OK? - It's hurt, but... Yes. - That's the nutshell. - Yes, but... - No... - But, it's... What's got to happen now is the nut needs to be cracked open. And not one little chip at a time, but... bam! Smash! Bits of emotion flying everywhere! Anger! Frustration! Denial! Fear! Deep depression, in fact! You see what I'm saying? All right, forget the nut part. Here's the main thing. You have got to stop messing around, and deal with the problem. - But... - Here's the real solution. You and your dad talk-talk-talking... closure! - Closure? - Closure, talking about something until it's resolved. Wait! Hold on! See? Look. There's a whole section about it in this month's Modern Mallard. - Incredibly appropriate! - I told you, I have a plan. Yeah, but according to Cosmo Duck, you should "stop the squawk and try the talk." Beautiful Duckling says, "Avoiding closure with your parents can cause early molting." See? Closure. Come on, repeat after me. You, your dad, talk-talk... Abby, Abby, Abby, listen! Talking's a waste of time. I got to do something great so my dad doesn't think I'm a loser. Come on. You are not a loser. You're inventive and resourceful and funny and cute and... What? Yeah... Runt! Should Chicken Little have a good talk with his dad and clear the air or keep searching for Band-Aid solutions and never deal with the problem? Band-Aid solutions! - Runt! - Well, I'm sorry! I'm very bad at reading facial cues. Fish, help me out here. Men. 'Twas beauty that killed the beast. I guess only girls are good at honest communication and sensitivity. That does it! We were in a time-out, Foxy! Prepare to hurt. And I don't mean emotionally, like I do. We will save you! Fall back! Mad goose! Chicken Little! Not showing up for class, inappropriate school attire, Not showing up for class, inappropriate school attire, picking fights in gym class and the fire alarm? Ever since that "sky falling" incident, he's been nothing but trouble! Now look, Buck. You know I have the utmost respect for you. I mean, you were Buck "Ace" Cluck, our school baseball star. But let's face the facts. Your kid, he's nothing like you at all. OK. Thank you for talking to me. I'll take care of my son. I... Dad, it wasn't my fault. - It was Foxy. She's always... - All right. It's fine. You don't have to explain anything. Hey, Dad? I was thinkin'. Yeah, what if I? What if? What if I joined the baseball team? Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?! Sorry, there, buddy! Sorry, sorry. Baseball? Son, we talked about this. Yeah, right. But, you know, that was when I was small. I put on five ounces this year. I've really bulked up. Really, son? Baseball. Are you sure? Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, you know, hey, why not, right? - Yeah, why not, but why? - Well, Dad, you were such a big baseball star in high school. You could give me some pointers. But son, I'm just wondering... Maybe baseball isn't exactly your thing, you know? Have you considered the chess team or the glee club? And some teenagers, you know, they get quite a rush from stamp collecting. - No. - Wanna stop? We'll get stamps. - I don't like stamps. - Colors, colorful things... No, I was thinkin' baseball! I can't wait to see the look on your face when I smack that ball in for a touchdown! Dad... I'm kidding. That was a... that was a joke. Just do me one favor, son. Why, sure, Dad. Anything. Just please try not to get your hopes too high. Yeah, but Dad, I mean, I... I mean, I think I can... OK, Dad. I bruise you You bruise me We both bruise so Easily Too easily To let it show I love you And that's all I know Oh, Chloe. If only you were here. You'd know what to do. And all my plans Keep fallin' through All my plans, they Depend on you Depend on you To help them grow I love you - That's my boy! - Gee, thanks, Dad! And that's all It's really all I know It's all I know Come on. All I need is a chance. It's all I know Yeah Ohh I can't sit here while I go nowhere Chase my dreams through the polluted air Chase my dreams through the polluted air I'm walking on a wire I'm walking on a wire Running out of time There's no room in this ol' heart of mine Hungry minds just stare you in the eyes Spread it thick and lay the biggest lies Words jump off the pages Passion hits the street Anger's cooking in the city heat World's too crazy I can't take no more I won't stay here locked behind the door Got to stir it up I got to break it up now When I think about tomorrow Ooh, I can't wait to Stir it up Got to shake it up now If I have to beg or borrow I'm not gonna take it anymore Oh-oh oh-ohh-oh oh-ohh-oh Come on Oh-oh oh-ohh-oh oh-ohh-oh Come on So much pressure to keep holding on Whoa Pack my clothes up, baby I'll be gone Stir it up Got to break it up now When I think about tomorrow When I think about tomorrow I can't wait to Stir it up I can't wait to Stir it up I got to shake it up now I got to shake it up now If I have to beg or borrow If I have to beg or borrow I'm not gonna take it no more Lean to the left Lean to the right C'mon Acorns Fight, fight, fight! Go, Acorns! There's excitement in the air, ladies and gentlemen. It's been two decades since Oakey Oaks has beaten rivals the Spud Valley Taters. Down by only a single run, with a player in scoring position, we have a chance. This excitement isn't about the fun of baseball, the prize. It's about the gloating and rubbing their noses in it, the "Nah-nah-na-na-na! We beat you!" taunting - that comes with the winning. - Yeah! That's right. Oakey Oaks and Mayor Turkey Lurkey will finally have bragging rights again for one full year! This battle has taken a heavy toll on our hometown heroes. After nine grueling innings and several players out with injuries, the Acorns are scraping the bottom of the roster. Hopefully, there's just enough muscle on the bench to pull out a win. Up next... Chicken Little. Clearly a long shot, folks. Little hasn't been up to bat once since joining the team. - He's gonna lose the game for us! - But wait! If he can just get a walk and advance to first, that powerhouse, Foxy Loxy can step up and save us all. She's had a terrific game so far. A shoo-in for the MVP trophy. OK, kid, listen up. You have an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny strike zone. There's no way he can throw you out! Take the walk. Don't swing. - I have a good feeling... - Look at me. Don't swing. Take the walk. You hear me? Just take the walk! - But, coach, wait! - Don't swing! Nervous, gangly, barely able to hold the pine, Little advances to the box. He's going to bat from the right. Make it the left. No, the right. - The right. - Easy out! Looks like left field's found something better to do, center field's got a hunger pang in his second stomach - and right field's digging for grubs. - Play ball! Why him? Why now? I won't embarrass you, Dad. Not this time. Here's the wind-up, the pitch! It's a high cutter. Ball! Strike one! I'm not going to sugarcoat it. I've seen roadkill with faster reflexes. The catcher lays down the signals. Here's the pitch. Curve ball low and outside, he swings! Strike two! I said, don't swing! Don't swing! - No! - Batter up! Two in the hole! One more strike, it's a punch out, folks, and we're all going home. Today is a new day. Don't swing! Well, take away my squeaky toy! It's a hit! - A hit? - A hit? A hit? But wait! The batter is still at home plate. He's standing in a daze. Run, kid, run! Go, son! Run! Run! There he goes, headed the wrong way. - Wait, wait, wait! - No, no! Not that way! - Run the other way! - Turn around! Wait, wait! He's turned! I've never said these words before, but he's actually rounding home plate! - Goosey Loosey steps on home... - Today's a new day! We have a tie game! They're scrambling in the alley. Looks like Rodriguez has it. Nope, it's the center fielder! Mayhem in the outfield, as Rodriguez is fired to second. Catch is complete, but where's the ball? Little touches the bag and keeps going. A hunt for the rock. The fielders are having trouble. Commotion out there! - It's stuck! It's stuck! - Tip the cow! It's the old tip-the-cow play. The kid heads for the hot corner, a stand-up triple! - Yes! - Hold up! No! He's going for the whole enchilada! The ball of wax, kit and the caboodle! Go back! You're never gonna make it! He's trying to lighten his load! The outfield behind, Little's on all cylinders! He slides for the dish! It's going to be a photo finish at home! You're out! Oh, folks. Folks, what a heartbreaker. - Wait! - Wait, wait! Wait a cotton-picking second. Hold your horses, here, and horses hold your breath. This might not be over. He... He's... Safe! The runner is safe! It's all over, folks! The Acorns have done the impossible! For the first time in 20 years, we won the pennant! Mothers, kiss your babies! You've witnessed a miracle! Remember where you were at this moment. The smells! The sounds! There's a new winner in town and his name is Chicken Little! That was just a lucky hit! Yes, Chicken Little, it's all yours! The victory, the triumph, the glory! And getting doused with a sticky drink that soaks into your undies and chafes for hours! This is one memory you'll savor forever! Yeah! Yes, yes, yes! We won! We won! That's my boy out there! That's my boy! I am the champion, my friend And I'll keep on fightin' till the end I am the champion I am the champion But gone is the loser 'Cause I am the champion Of the world Here's the wind-up and the pitch! - A knuckleball! - He swings! - Crack! - It's going. - He rounds first, to second! - It hits high off the wall! He flies past third and heads for the plate! It's a scramble for the ball! It's gonna be close! He is safe! - The mighty Acorns win! - Yes! Acorns win! The mighty Acorns win! Geez, you know, I guess that puts the whole "sky is falling" incident behind us once and for all. Hey, kiddo? You bet, Dad. Unless you think we need... closure? Closure? What's to close here? Unless you think we need to close... - Not me. - It's closed! - I agree. Vacuum sealed. - Shut tight! OK, great, Dad. You... Closure, I dunno. All right. Enough fun. Good talk. Good talk, son. - Here, I'll give you a push. - Rock me a little. Help me. - OK. - OK, I'm up. Hey. Good night, Ace. Here's the wind-up... and the pitch! Thanks. Thanks for the chance. No! A piece of the sky?! Shaped like a stop sign?! Not again! Hey! Son! You all right? I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm comin' upstairs! - What's wrong? - Nothing. You sure? I thought I heard you yell. No. I fell out of bed. - How'd you get over there? - Over where? - There. There! - Where? How'd you get over there? Who're we talking about? Never mind. What's the difference? Look, the past is behind us, right? Tomorrow's gonna be a new day. Please be gone, please be gone, please be gone... Good. No. No. I gotta call Abby! Yo, I'll tell you what I want What I really really want Tell me what you want What you really really want I'll tell you what I want What I really really want So tell me what you want What you really really want I wanna, I wanna I wanna, I wanna Really really really wanna zigazig ah If you wanna be my lover You gotta get with my friends - Gotta get with my friends - Make it last forever Friendship never ends If you wanna be my lover You have got to give Taking is too easy - But that's the way it is - Hello! Mallard residence. Tell you what I want Runt! Quiet! I'm on the phone! I wanna, I wanna I wanna, I wanna - I wanna really... - Runt! Hey! Where are you? - We already started. We were just... - It opened up! What?! All right, guys. Watch this. Bizarre. OK. Lemme guess. You haven't told your dad yet. - Well... - I knew it! Why haven't you told him? There hasn't been - "you, your dad, talk-talk-talking." - There was talking. - There was definitely talking. - Really? What did he say? What? All right, that's it. We are doing an intervention! You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem! - She's right! - Abby, please. This is what fell on me the first time. There's no way I'm bringing this up again. - No, he's not. - Runt! Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper. OK. 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. I don't care. I want it out of my life, gone for good. Everything back to normal. 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. Yeah, that's right. It's frozen pee. Yeah. It's frozen pee. Pee, pee, pee, pee pee. - Could you stop saying that? - What? Pee? - Pee. - Tinkle? - Piddle? Wee-wee? - Whiz? OK, subject change. - Make pishee? - I don't care what it is! Are you gonna help me get rid of it or not? Flying Fish! Take cover! Fish! - No! - Fish! Come on, come on, come on! Wait, wait, whoa, son! Where's the fire here? Chicken Little has something to tell you! Tell him. He can handle it. Who're we talkin' about? Gotta go, Dad! Bye! You got to be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say. - Sit tight, Fish! - Fish! We will try to save you! I'm sorry! Wait! Sorry! Curb! Fish! Abby! Abby! Wake up! Come on! Let's get outta here! Oh, poor Fish! He's probably stuffed and mounted like an intergalactic trophy or... ...maybe he's a half-living host implanted with face-hugging babies. One thing's for sure, man. He's gone! - Gone, man! - Not yet! Oh, snap. Fish. Hey! What are you doing? Come on! Fish. Fish. Fish. Fish. Where are you, Fish?! I can't handle the pressure! Go on without me! - Runt. - You're just fine. I'll jeopardize the mission! Endanger us all! Throw me overboard while you still have a chance! Just leave me some ammo, little water, some chips if you have 'em. Calm. OK, all right. Listen. - Where's your bag? - Everything's OK. - Now breathe. - Breathe. - No, slowly. - Slowly. Slowly. OK. Now, just do the thing you do to relax. Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man No time to talk Stayin' alive, stayin' alive' Fish! Fish! Are you OK? Did they hurt you? Say something! Don't tap the glass. They hate it when you do that. All right, let's get out of here. Where's Runt? We're next. Run! OK! That's it! We're running back to your house. Tell your dad! OK! You're right, you're right! Stayin' alive, stayin' alive Stayin' alive Oh, Runt! Push! Push! No! - Runt! - No! Not pull! Push! We gotta get outta here right now! Come on... No! Come on, you guys! Hu... Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! OK, time out! So... have you been to the mall? Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy. I'm sorry. Tension makes me bloat. Come on, guys! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Look out! Thanks! Curse these genetically tiny legs! What's that noise? Sorry. Nervous eater. - Run! - Wait! Fish! The school bell! We've got to ring the school bell to warn everyone! Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Go! Go! It's locked! They're... they're comin'. I need a soda. Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy! - The corner's wrinkled! - Why are we doing this? Come on, take it, take it! Yes! Come on! Work! Work! Work! You work! What happened? I blacked out there for a second. The sky is falling! The sky is falling! It was just an acorn. A little acorn! I can't tell you how embarrassed I am, folks. Ring the bell! Come on, Chicken Little! Ring the bell! What? Let's check the weather with Riz. A cold front is moving in so... The alarm bell has been activated! Quick! Get a camera crew! Chicken Little! You better have a good explanation for this! There's, there's... It's a... You have to... D'oh! Doo wah! What did he say? There's... It's a... You have to... D'oh! Doo wah! Follow me! Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Aliens here! Aliens here! It's... it's happening again. Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Come on. Come on. You're about to see it! Quick! Quick! It's taking off! Come on! If you don't hurry, you're gonna miss it! Oh, look! A penny! - Guys! - Oh, right. Hurry! Hurry! Come on! Quick! It's taking off! Come on! Hurry up! Please! It's right in... - What are we lookin' for? - I don't know. Yeah. OK. I know this looks bad, but there's an invisible spaceship right there with aliens who are here to invade Earth! Let me show you. Bad throw. OK, let me try again. - Bad throw. - We all know I don't have a good arm, but there's these cloaking panels on the bottom. They make it disappear. One fell out of the sky and hit me right on the head. It's the acorn thing all over again. There's no story here. At least we can sell the video to Chickens Gone Wild. - I'm telling ya, it was here! - No, wait! There were aliens! It's true! They had eyes... They're glowing and then tentacles! And maps with planets with X's through them! Runt, that's enough! Don't make Mommy take away your Streisand collection! Mom? You leave Barbra out of this! Why can't you keep that child of yours under control? - What kind of parent are you? - Everybody, I'm telling the truth. Dad! Dad! I'm not making this up! You gotta believe me this time. No, son. I don't. I can't tell you how embarrassed I am, folks. I'm really sorry about this, everyone. Looks like this is just a big, crazy misunderstanding. Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash! Mr. Cluck, don't take it so hard. No one blames you. Emergency, emergency! Send help! Reports of panic and mayhem are pouring in after yet another Chicken Little incident last night. In one instance, a family of lemmings was sent running in fear, but unable to find a cliff, they instead began throwing themselves - from the nearest park bench. - Hello? I'm sorry. Hello? I apologize. Hello? Give me break! Hello? What? You were trampled? That's terrible. I thought rabbits' feet were supposed to be lucky. You have hate mail. - I'm truly sorry. That wasn't funny. - You have more hate mail. Hi. What are you saying, sir? Your hate mail box is full. Oh, yes. I do see the skywriting there. Thank goodness the cloud blocked the last letter. Hello? Hey, hey, hey! Watch your mouth. Yeah? Oh, yeah? Well, I'd like to see you try. OK, I love you too, Mom. Bye. Hello? Really. Well... If there was ever a time to talk to your dad, it's now. It's too late for that. It's too late, baby, now it's too late. Though they really did try to make it. Runt. Just think about it. Something inside has died and they just can't hide and they just can't fake it. Oh, no, no. Runt, I just really want to be alone right now. Abby! Runt! Fish! Look! There! Look there! Look there! - What is that thing?! - Look at that! - His name is Kirby? - They left him behind? Darth Vader is Luke's father? No, don't... Come on, come on, don't cry. We're here for you. We're gonna do whatever it takes to get you back home. Here, blow. OK. See, guys? He's cool. He was just freaked out. That's all. Run! Those are your parents? And they brought the galactic armada? - Watch out for the kid! Don't hit him! - There you are. Get in the car. - I gotta tell you something. - What? I know, I know! You were right! Alien invasion. I see that now. - Look up! There it is! - Dad, you know, about that... - It's actually just a rescue mission. - Rescue mission? This alien kid was left and they're coming back to get him! We have to help him, 'cause if we don't, who else will? What?! Forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyway. Son! Son, come back! Son! Chicken Little! Mr. Cluck! Wait! He's telling the truth! He is! Though, given his track record, we understand why you don't believe him! It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it Is there any sign of him? Negative. We'll have to send in the ground troops. And I feel fine It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it And I feel fine Watch out for the kid! No! Don't! Don't hit him! Don't hit... Look out! Chicken Little! What? Where's your head? We gotta get outta here! Come on! Come o... - You, with the running and the jumping! - Dad. No, wait. What are you guys doing? We gotta get outta here! It's like War of the Worlds out there! - Stop pulling! - Just listen to me for one second! - It's not dangerous! - We are under attack! Will you two stop messing around and deal with the problem? - You're never there for me! - What? OK, that's not what I had in mind, but... You're never there for me. I mean, you were when I won the game, but not when I thought the sky fell. And not at the ball field and not now! This is good! Keep going. Keep going! You've been ashamed since the acorn thing. We have to talk because Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting. I'm already small and I don't think I could handle being bald! I didn't... realize, son. I never meant to... The acorn, the sky, I mean, the whole... You're right. You're right. Your mom, she was... You know, she was always good with stuff like this. Me... ...l'm gonna need a lot of work. But you need to know that I love you, no matter what. And I'm sorry I... And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that was something... ...you had to earn. And we're good. Let's go. Let's go. OK, Dad. Now, all we gotta do is return helpless little Kirby. OK, Dad. Now, all we gotta do is return helpless little Kirby. Return this whatever it is? This is crazy! Crazy! Crazy wonderful! Just tell me what you need me to do. - Do you really mean it? - You bet! Anything, son. Come on, Dad. We've got a planet to save! Crazy supportive. That's me! This thing likes to nibble, doesn't it? By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive! Now that's closure. Wait! Wait! What's goin' on?! They've given her an alien mind-wipe! OK, son. What do we do now? OK. This is a piece of cake, Dad. All we have to do is take the kid down the street to the giant metal alien. We surrender! Here! Take the key to the city! Key to my car? Tic Tac? Forget plan A! OK, OK, what now, son? Who, by the way, I support 100 percent. - Plan B? - Of course! Plan B! What is plan B? What? You have to go to the bathroom? You want juice? A snack? Corn dog on a stick? Want to play some golf? What do you want?! I stink at this. I'm a horrible father. No, no, no, I am. I am. Is that your parents? That's it, Dad! Plan B! All we have to do is weave through traffic through town square while avoiding death rays from alien robots. We get to Town Hall, climb up to the roof and give the kid back to its parents. Yeah! Charge! Now that's what I call takin' out the trash! OK, son. Now what? Fire truck! Plan C! Runt, no! Turn around! - Go back to Town Hall! - But they'll vaporize us! - You want me to do what? - Runt, just do it! Lt'll work! We'll survive! I will survive? Brake, Abby! OK. Floor it! Deploy ladder, Fish! I'll survive I will survive Hey, hey Plan D. Thighs hurting. Drumsticks burning. But loving you! Full support! I can't get out! Come back, son! We can't go out this way! It's dangerous. - No, Dad, I can do this! - It's too dangerous. I can do this. I can. You gotta believe me this time. I... I do, son. OK, hang on tight. - Yes! - Here's your kid! Look over here! Here's your kid! He's OK! He's all right! Stop the invasion! Son! Son! - I'm here, son! - Dad! Look out! Get away from my boy! Get away! The mighty Acorns... Tic Tac? Why did you take our child? Just... Just hold on there, buddy! My son did not take your kid! You were the one that left him behind! That's bad parenting! And I should know! Silence! Release the child! - OK. - OK, OK. Sweetheart! Oh, Kirby, I'm so happy to see you! My darling! - That was close. - At least they're back together. They got their kid. You have violated intergalactic law 90210! A charge punishable by immediate particle disintegration! Oh, snap. What's that? I don't quite... Melvin, honey? He's saying they're telling the truth. It was just a misunderstanding. Well, then. This is awkward. - Yes, it is. - I suppose I should... - Put the big guns away? - Yes, yes. - Now put them down. - Of course. - And turn off your big voice. - But I don't... - Turn it off. - But... But I don't get to use the big voice very often! Melvin. Yes, dear. Hi. Anyone want to try the big voice? Again, I cannot tell you how sorry we are for this whole misunderstanding. Oh, dear goodness. We are so very sorry. We are. And if it hadn't been for your son there, well, we might have vaporized the whole planet. What? Goodness! What a shame that would have been. - Tell 'em! - Where would we pick acorns? We stop here on the way to the in-laws. - Every year. - Looked on all the other planets. - You only find them on Earth. - It says here. That caught our eyes. OK, everything's been put back to normal, except for this one, over here. Hi, y'all! Foxy? Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli lolli lolli Lollipop... She got her brainwaves scrambled during reconstitution. No worries! We can put her back the way she was. No! She's perfect. Lollipop! Lollipop! Scary. Darling! Look at the time! We better get a move on. All right, then. It was good meetin' ya. Sorry for the whole full-scale invasion thing. But, hey, I'm a dad. You know how it is with your kids. When they need ya, you do whatever it takes. There goes that panel again. Every year we come, this thing falls off. Seriously, honey, someday it's going to hit somebody on the head. - Nonsense! - You can't return the panel, can you? - Now that's ridiculous. - You threw away the receipt again. Silence! Melvin, did you just try and use the big voice on me? Who we talkin' about? So I'd like to see the movie they make about you now. So I'd like to see the movie they make about you now. I just hope they stay true to what really happened. Oh, son, these people are from Hollywood! One thing they'll never do... ...is mess with a good story. ...is mess with a good story. Red alert! Man your battle stations! Status report, Mr. Fish. Commander Little, the evil Foxloxian Army has broken through the planet's atmosphere. But that means... Yes, I know. The sky... is falling. Commander Little! No! Please... call me... ...Ace. Oh, Ace! No! I never intended to bring you into this... Abby. - Runt, do you copy? - Yes, commander? Runt, my friend, an alien fleet is about to invade Earth. Civilization as we know it depends on me and, to a lesser extent... you. So I've just got one question for you: Are you ready to rock? Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low... Ain't no mountain high enough Raise your pork shield, Runt. Prepare to engage. Stay on target. Stay on target! Give 'em a taste of the other white meat! Cap'n! Look out! Runt! Runt, are you all right? No, no. Ya gotta go on without me, commander. Just leave me some ammo, a little water, some chips if you have 'em. This is amazingly accurate. He was my good friend. Oh, Abby. At least I still have you... Abby. - Ace! - Abby. - Ace! - Abby. Ace! Good people of Oakey Oaks. Though at times it may feel like the sky is falling around you, never give up. For every day... is a new day! A new day! Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Oh, Ace! To keep me from you Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wild enough To keep me from you Ain't no mountain high enough Nothing can keep me Keep me from you Ain't no mountain high enough Nothing can keep me Keep me from you Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wild enough To keep me from you To keep me from you Nothing in this world Nothing in this world Can keep me from you, babe Just call my name Don't go breaking my heart I couldn't if I tried Oh, honey, if I get restless Baby, you're not that kind And nobody knows it - When I was down - I was your clown And nobody knows it Nobody knows