Don't panic! Those newts are on their last legs!
[checks up on the newts] What's wrong?
NMrs. Newt
Our baby's dying.
NMr. Newt
If we don't find water soon, we'll all die.
FMr. Fieldmouse
I can face it! Tell me, are we all going to die, Fox?
Probably! Ahahahaha! Want to take bets on it?
Perhaps we should go back.
Mrs. Hare
Do you think we should?
No one's going back. There's nothing to go back for.
[to his dog Bruno] Right, Bruno, now's your chance to save your skin. Guard that door. And guard it well. Because if that fox escapes, you'll be as dead as this bird. [he holds up a dead Mrs. Pheasant]
[to Fox] You wait 'till I'm reloading my gun, Fox. I'll get my own back on you, you see if I don't.
[Tom Briggs takes a dead Mrs. Pheasant]
I'm afraid your wife's going to be the farmer's dinner, Pheasant.
[cries] Where? Where is she?
Mrs. Hare
Poor Pheasant, no wonder you were so scared all the time.
Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean they're not out to get you! Ahahaha!
[hears Bruno growling] It must be some way out. [hears Bruno panting] Owl?
This is going to take some thinking about. [closes her eyes]
Mum, she's fallen asleep.
Shhh... [Bruno growls at the barn door and whines]
Gaah! [goes back to the house and closes the door] That fox is done for this time!
BGBetsy Griggs
He'll keep. Your dinner won't. [puts down the plate of chicken drumstick and boiled vegetables]
Oh! [closes his shotgun] Women!
Psst... Adder. Psst! Adder! UGHHH!
[He witnesses what's left of his cooked wife cooling on the windowsill, and he starts crying really hard, and he is bursting into tears. Then Bruno hears Mr. Pheasant crying]
Psssst! PHEASSSANT! GET OUT OF SSSIGHT!
I can't see anything! Where are you, Adder?
Never mind you seeing me! Don't let the farmer see you! Whoops! [she hides]
[Moments later, he is shot off-screen and killed by Tom Griggs. Then the animals hear a gunshot and the scared rooks caw, flying]
Mrs. Hare
If that's Pheasant, I'll never forgive myself.
Need another volunteer, Fox?
Owl, I'd be grateful if you were a little less critical and a little more helpful.
You could offer to go back for Adder.
[yawning] I suppose I could.
Well, it's almost night and wings are faster than the fleetest of foot. So I suppose I might as well volunteer. [takes off flying] See you soon!
[Badger hears a rook cawing]
What happened to Pheasant?
Mrs. Hare
I knew it! Poor Pheasant! And I was so unkind to him...
Now he's got something to cry about.
Mrs. Hare
That's just it - he'll never cry anymore! [sobbing]
I should never have let him go.
[Kestrel has informed the animals of a motorway up ahead]
When there is no way forward, the only way is back.
[A hunting horn is heard in the distance back from where they came]
The hunt! We can't go back!
Mrs. Hare
Yes we could. You're just being selfish.
HOW DARE YOU! After all Fox has done for us! Why he could have stayed with Vixen and left us to our fate, but he came back didn't he? And why? Because we animals stick together.
Kestrel, can you see them?
They're coming this way! I think they're on your scent!
Can we vote on it please?
Sometimes fear of one evil overcomes the fear of another.
In other words, let's scarper!
HMrs. Hedgehog
Come on, dear!
Whatever you do...dearest...don't...curl up!
[Both Mr. and Mrs. Hedgehog are curled up into a ball, and they get run over by a lorry, crushing and killing them.]
[about the hedgehogs] ...She wouldn't leave him.
Mrs. Hare
Why didn't they run?
Instincts got the better of them. And instincts can be very strong, matey. I should know.
[flying nearby] Kee! Kee!
Everyone else either has been carried or has run over the road.
Or, has been run over! I've got eyes to see!
Those cowering hedgehogs just curled up and died.
Well, I've no desire to commit suicide.