Original subtitles

Hi! I'm Andy! And this is the Band! Hit it!

Yeah!

with a cool, cool style

and our keyboard-playing star

on his favourite guitar

for you, you, you

Andy and The Band

OK, band, let's warm up for tonight's gig.

Time for a jam.

Moxy, hit it.

SPLAT!

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a sec.

I didn't mean actual JAM!

Whiff?

Yes?

What are you doing? Painting.

I have an artistic soul, you know.

I call this one Red Sky At Night.

But you're using jam instead of paint! What?

Oh, no wonder my breakfast toast tasted funny.

Ew!

CLUNK!

Oh, you stupid, sticky...

KLAXON BLARES

Oh, band! Incoming message from fanbase.

BLEEPING

Hello, loves.

Hi, Andy's mum!

Hi, Ruby. Hi, everyone.

Now, don't let me stop you getting to your gig,

but we've been sent an urgent message.

Andy, is that...jam?

Oh! Um...

Mucky pup!

Let Mummy sort it. Here we go.

Still eating your breakfast. There we are.

There we go.

No...

Much better!

She's not very good with technology.

Now, where was I? Egg box.

Oh, yes, thank you, Ruby.

You've been sent an urgent egg box!

One of your biggest fans,

Farmer Henny Feathers,

says her chickens won't lay any eggs.

That sounds tricky.

But we're on it. See you later.

Bye-bye, loves!

Mucky pup!

It could take quite a while to sort that out.

If they're delayed, they'll miss their gig

and I'll have to take over.

I'm a genius!

Whiff, are you talking to the toaster?

Er...yeah.

All right?

It likes you.

Right, band, we have an Odd Job.

Let's get the Rock And Roller on the...

Road!

I EGGS-pect this to be quite an adventure.

An EGGS-ceptional adventure.

I'm so EGG-cited. I like eggs.

Can we stop with the egg jokes now, please?

Don't you mean YOLKS?!

Best one yet, band.

Off the bus.

Oh, you're here!

Welcome to Eggy Farm.

I'm farmer Henny Feathers.

Hey, Henny. So, your chickens won't lay eggs? EGGS-actly!

And my famous egg hunt's today.

So I need eggs fast.

Egg hunt? It's not even Easter.

Proper egg fans do egg hunts all year,

and my egg hunt's the biggest and best in the world...

..till now.

Anyway, come on, follow me.

So here we are.

My chickens.

They're very happy.

And laying.

The problem is,

they're just not laying eggs.

Whoa!

That's definitely not an egg.

Here comes some more.

Hey there, chicken lovers, and welcome to Coop Chute!

Next down the chute is a rugby ball,

then we have a state-of-the-art smartphone,

one trainer and a cuddly toy.

TOY SQUEAKS

Don't worry, Henny.

We'll find out why your chickens are laying...weird stuff.

Right, let's hear some ideas.

Why don't we just ask the chickens? They'll know.

Yeah. Rio, cos someone's invented a chicken translator!

See? Told you!

You mean to say, using this, we can speak to my chickens?

How clever!

Thank you very much, Henny.

Ahem. You speak into the mouthpiece here,

press a button, and it translates your words into fluent chicken!

Oh-ho! Let's have a go.

Hi, I'm Andy, and I love to rock.

CLUCKING

That is fluent chicken...

..with a slight Essex accent.

I'll go and try it out.

And we can watch it here on my CCTV. CCTV.

Chicken Coop Television.

EGG-ceptional.

I... I'm Andy,

and I love to rock.

Tell me about your eggs.

CLUCKING

CHICKENS CLUCK

What did they say?

Auto-reverse translate.

Oh, strange rock man wants to know about eggs!

Oh, no! I scared them!

We need to think more chicken.

HE CLUCKS

Check this out!

Now we can talk to them.

As long as we don't CHICKEN out!

Well, if you're going to blend in, you can't just look like chickens.

You've got to act like chickens - feathers out,

head bounce, do the chicken bop.

THEY ALL CLUCK

All right, guys.

Good luck.

Beak cams on. Beak cams on.

I'll just set the CCTV to the beak cams' frequency.

I like being a chicken.

Hacking into beak cam now.

So the band are playing chicken with chickens.

I don't see what we can do to slow them down.

Oh...

SQUELCHING Oh!

Stupid sticky jam!

Rio, Roxy, we can see you.

If you can hear us, give us a claws-up.

Try to act more like chickens.

Peck at some grain, or something.

I prefer pancakes.

EGGS-ecuting plan A.

Now!

Hmm... I love grain.

CHICKENS CLUCK

That's Florence. She's my favourite chicken.

They're weird looking. They like grain, so they must be OK.

They think we're chickens! Tail bump!

BOOM!

Well done, guys.

Now, ask them why they stopped laying eggs.

Oh, let me try. Hi, guys.

Really good to see you. Nice place you have here. I love what you've

done with the straw. Rio, you forgot to change the setting. Oh...

HENS CLUCK

Auto-reverse translate.

Are you sure you're really chickens?

Prove it.

Lay us an egg!

HE GULPS

CAN they lay eggs?

Eh...

Probably not.

Still nothing?

No.

But I'm not...giving...up!

SHE STRAINS

Ohh!

EGGS-cellent.

Now to make things even worse for them.

Oh...

Ah!

Hacking into chicken translator machine.

Ahem.

Those two pretending to lay eggs aren't real chickens.

Send!

Ohh.

CHICKENS CLUCK

SHE STRAINS

What did you say? I didn't say anything.

We knew it! You're not real chickens.

THEY GASP

Oh-oh! They're on to us.

To the chicken coop!

Mission abandoned!

Mission well and truly scrambled.

HE CHUCKLES

Hold it! Hold it!

We give up! You're right.

They're not real chickens.

Tell us what you want!

We'll do anything!

We don't want to hurt you. We come in the spirit of love.

I think Florence wants to say something.

What's the matter, Florence?

SHE CLUCKS

We want more fun. We're tired of laying eggs all day.

We tried ordering eggs online instead,

but when you can only type with your beak,

you end up ordering some pretty strange stuff.

All that from one cluck!

That's where my computer went!

I see your problem.

Instead of ordering eggs,

you've just ordered 17 boxes of art stuff.

Has this episode just got really weird?

DOORBELL RINGS

17 boxes of art stuff!

Right, guys,

the chickens need to have fun

so they can start laying eggs again. How can we help them?

No. Uh-uh.

What do we do, Blu?

How about using 17 boxes of art stuff?

Oh, you're good, Blu!

It might work. Anything's possible when you're a chicken.

or over easy

omelette

to scramble

is lovely in my belly

than the eggy love I feel for you

cos they're well EGGS-citing

My love for eggs is super-sized

Hello?

Yes. About the gig tonight -

I think it might be cancelled.

Yes!

Oh...

Hi, Florence.

We got you a bunch of art stuff.

Pencils, paints, tissue paper, stickers.

Glow-in-the-dark planets.

They're so cool!

So now you can have more fun.

CHICKENS CLUCK

Eggs! Loads of them!

Not quite what I was expecting,

but very nicely decorated.

Perfect for your egg hunt, Henny.

Yes! Oh, my lovelies! You did it!

From now on, I'll make sure laying eggs is always fun for you.

Nice lady. She loves chickens. We love her.

Right, then, guys, time to get back.

Thank you, Odd Socks. How come you're dressed as a chicken?

I realised I don't just love chickens, I want to be a chicken!

SHE CLUCKS

Good for you, Henny.

Henny...

..I want you to have this. Thank you, Mark.

Ahem!

Odd Job complete.

Who's in the Odd Socks?

We are!

Grr-rr! That was an Odd Job.

Whiff, we're back and just in time for the gig. What?

No!

Are you OK, Whiff?

Has he gone to sleep?

No, I haven't.

Whoa! That jam IS sticky!

Maybe you should try eggs for breakfast instead.

Thank you, Rio. What a CRACKING idea.

Oh! Cracking!

Stupid egg puns!

TYRES SCREECH

for you, you, you