Migration (2023) | Transcript

After a migrating duck family alights on their pond with thrilling tales of far-flung places, the Mallard family embarks on a family road trip, from New England, to New York City, to tropical Jamaica
Migration (2023)

Migration is a 2023 American animated comedy by Illumination, directed by Benjamin Renner and Guylo Homsy, and produced by Chris Meledandri. Written by Mike White, it stars voices like Kumail Nanjiani and Elizabeth Banks. The story follows a mallard family convincing their father to migrate from New England to Jamaica. Renner’s transition from traditional to computer animation marks a creative shift for Illumination. The film premiered in October 2023 at the VIEW Conference in Italy and was released in the U.S. on December 22.

Plot summary: In this captivating tale, set in a New England forest, Mack Mallard, an overprotective father, initially resists the idea of his family joining migrating ducks headed to Jamaica. Influenced by conversations with his Uncle Dan and his wife Pam’s insistence, he eventually allows the adventure. The Mallards’ journey is fraught with challenges, from a scary night spent with a heron couple to navigating the urban jungle of New York City, where they encounter a diverse array of birds including Chump, the pigeon leader, and Delroy, a caged macaw longing for freedom. Their mission to free Delroy leads them into unexpected danger, including a terrifying encounter with a chef intent on capturing them for his duck farm. The story climaxes with a thrilling rescue operation, where the family’s courage and ingenuity shine, and ends with the Mallards reaching Jamaica, where they meet old friends and new challenges, symbolized by a group of penguins aiming for the South Pole. This journey not only brings physical adventures but also emotional growth, particularly for Mack and his son Dax, as they learn the importance of bravery, freedom, and family bonds.

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(kazoo playing Universal theme over ukulele strumming)

(frog croaks)

(theme concludes)

(gasping breaths)

Ooh. Oohlala.


MACK: And now for a bedtime story.

(all sigh)

♪ ♪

(ducks quacking)

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful pond.

It was paradise.

Everyone was happy there.

(rhythmic quacking)

Well, not everyone.

For two ducklings were suffering from a strange condition.

They were bored.


(bird tweets)

And they were eager to discover what lay beyond

their cozy little pond.

Come on. Let’s have a look.

But Daddy says it’s dangerous to leave the pond.

(scoffs) We’re brave and strong.

We ain’t scared of nothing.

MACK: So they decided to go for it,

straight into the arms of…

(bird screeching)



(bird screeches)


They were surrounded, trapped.

(birds squawking)

But the ducklings were not afraid.

The tiny heroes attacked the predator, and… they died.

The end.

Uh, that’s all? They’re dead?

Oh, yeah. No survivors.

But how?

Oh, you want details? Okay.

So, first, the heron cut them in half…

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(chuckling): Wait a second here.

Your father got the story wrong again.

What really happened was:

The heron saw that they were lost,

so she offered to help them.

MACK: Pam, it’s a heron.

A psycho killer designed to eat ducklings.

(heron roaring)

PAM: All right, fine.

The heron was about to eat them.

But their parents arrived just in time and saved them.

MACK: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Their parents arrived, but it was too late.

Oh, Dax, don’t worry.

It’s going to be okay.

Really, Dad?

Yeah, sure.

Squished ducks, they can achieve great things, too.

As long as they stay in the pond far from the dangers of the world, such as herons and bears and wolves and storms and cyclones and tornadoes and crocodiles and poisonous mushrooms…

Okay. I really need to get to bed now.

MACK: …and sabertoothed tigers…

What happened to the other duckling?

Was she squished, too?

PAM: Oh, no, no, no.

Don’t worry, Gwen.

The ducklings were both safe.

They just went on their way right back to the pond.

But another predator came in and…

And wished them good day.

(chuckles) The end.

(muffled grunt)

That’s it.




(voice shaking): Good night, Mom.

Good night, Dad.

Good night.

(muffled chattering)



Every time you tell a story, Gwen wets her twig bed.

Does she? That’s great.

See? That means she’s learning, Pam.

Oh, learning what?

That she should never leave the pond?


Trust me, I’m teaching her very valuable fears.

I should know. I’ve lived with them my entire life.


So have we all.

Good night, honey.

Good night, sweetheart.


♪ ♪

Ready, set, go!

Come on, Gwenny! Come on!

Let’s go. Let’s go. Beat Daddy. Beat Daddy.

Go, go, go, go! Oh, yay!


Aw, I lost.

(Gwen laughs)

Whoo! Yes!

Whoo… (yelps)

(thunder crashes)

(Mack whimpers)





Huh? (gasps)



(laughter, whooping)

(yelling, laughter)





You’re the worst!

That’s mine!

Got a thousand of ’em!


Thanks, Dad!


(Dax and Gwen scream, grunt)

(whistling a tune)

Okay, guys.

Remember to pick the fresh leaves.

Okay, Dad.

GWEN: Is this one good, Dad?


Keep looking for more.

(grunts, gasps)


(duck squawking in distance)

PAM: Guys!

Guys, you have to see something.

It’s incredible. Come on, come on.

Everybody, come. Come on.

(ducks squawking)

(Pam gasps)

Whoo! Oh, look!

Oh, I told you.


PAM: Isn’t it beautiful?

DAX: This is awesome!

PAM: Oh! Have you ever seen ducks like that?

♪ ♪

Look at that.

They must be migrating.

(Gwen gulps)

(Mack scoffs)


They seem so mysterious and exotic.

I wonder where they flew in from.

Maybe we should go say hi.

(laughs) Should we?

No. Oh, look at these feathers.

No, I want to know.

Let’s go ask ’em. Mack, come on.

(chuckles) Yeah, no, I’m good.

Ugh. Come on.

We never meet anyone new.

Okay, fine. (sighs)

All right, kids, let’s go meet Mom’s new friends.


Kids? Kids?

Pretty good progress, huh?

Yeah. Got to love a tailwind.




Ah. Hello.

Welcome to the pond.

Thank you.

Hey there.

Oh, hi.

Nice feathers.

We shouldn’t be here, Dax.


Dad is gonna be mad.

Go back to the parents, Gwen.


Hey there.

Dax! (strains)

What are you doing?

I don’t want to be psychokilled!

Let me go, you little feathery wart!


Okay, I’m a feathery wart?

You don’t even know me.

No, no, no, no, no, no. She’s a feathery wart.

You’re a very nice wart.

II mean wart duck.

I mean…

I’m kidding.

Oh. Right.

(chuckles nervously)

(Gwen groans)

(laughs) Hi. I’m Kim.

Hi. I’m Dax.

Welcome to Moosehead Pond.

(mocking): “Welcome to nanana.”

You and your flock can stay here as long as you like.

I could show you around.


I mean, this is pretty much it, but…

Mmm. Thanks.

But we’re just passing by on our way down south.

We’re gonna spend the winter there.

Where are you guys going?

We spend winter here

to avoid psycho killers like your…

Sorry. Wart.

(Gwen yelling, sputtering)

Wait. So you don’t go anywhere for the winter?

Uh, nope.

(gasps) You should totally come with us.

What? Really?

(Gwen gasps, coughs)

Yes! Your flock could totally join ours.

Oh, my gosh, this will be so cool.

You will love migrating. The sun, the sand.

Wait. Do you like tropical food?

What’s your take on bananas?

Oh. I don’t…

Ah, you’re gonna love ’em!

You hold this. I’ll go ask my dad.

Dad! Dad!

What just happened?


I don’t know, but you’re in trouble.

MACK: Dax! Gwen!

Are you crazy? You can’t just take off like that.

He made me do it!


And he talked to a girl.

A girl?


Yeah, and he told her he wants to marry her.

What? I didn’t say that!

You said it with your eyes.

Dad, he’s hitting me! He’s hitting me!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Enough! Enough!

Sibling cruelty!


Okay. Hello.

Hi. Hi. Big hellos.

And we’re good. Let’s go.


What? I said hi.

I smiled. I made eye contact.

I checked all the boxes.

Hey there.

I hear you want to join our migration.


Oh, we’re going back to Jamaica.

Have you ever been?


Oh, it’s just magical.

I swear, there’s even a luminous lagoon

where the water glows.

Oh, wow. Oh, I really want to see that.

(chuckling): Well, then it is settled.

Your whole flock can join us.

This is gonna be great.

Oh, gosh. That’s…

(laughing): That’s just so nice of you.

Wait, wait, wait. (chuckles)

I think there’s a slight misunderstanding here.

Unfortunately, we’re just slammed this winter.

Aren’t we, Pam?

‘Cause we’ve got the thing, and then the… (stammering)

We got the thing after that. So, you know what? We can’t go.

But you guys go.

Have a great time.

And, you know, tell the glowing water we said hi.

Uh, well, maybe next year, then?

MACK: You got it. Next year!

Uh, well, I guess it’s time for us to go.

Uh, have a nice trip.

Thanks. (chuckles)

Have a nice… pond.

I’m so sorry you can’t have babies with her.

(ducks squawking in distance)

That was so… rude!

I know.

“Have a nice pond.”

Who says that?

That’s just poor parenting.

Not them. You.


Yes, you.

Okay. So I got a little carried away.

(chuckles): But migration?

What a stupid idea.

Ugh. Okay. You’re impossible.


Because I found a safe place for us to live

and we’re happy here?

You mean you’re happy here.


II want us to get out and see the world.

Me, too, Dad.


I want to go to Jamai… Jam… J…

where they make jam.

Youyou really want those things?

ALL: Yes.


ALL: Yes.

No home improvements?

PAM and DAX: No!

GWEN: Yes.

I mean… I mean no.

DDo you know what can happen on a trip that long?

What sort of father would I be

if I put my young fowl in harm’s way

for no reason except a chance at a Caribbean vacation?

A father who knows it’s important for his kids

to see other parts of the world.

Mack, I don’t want to miss out on life

because you’re afraid to leave this pond.

This isn’t about migration.

It’s about adventure.

Seeing what else life has to offer.

Is that a little scary? Sure.

But isn’t it worth it?

No, Pam.

Not really.

(Pam sighs)

You really need to open your eyes, Mack,

before you miss it all.

Come on, kids.

♪ ♪



Huh? Huh?



Uncle Dan, what are you doing here?


(groans) I don’t know.

I must have drifted from my nest again.


Be a good boy and get me back there.

Give me a little push.

(grunting): All right.

(muffled yelling, sputtering)

Thank you. (sighs)

I heard the little family tiff.

I got to say…

you’re right.

Wha… I am?

(scoffs) Please.

What’s all the travel talk?

I mean, why can’t we be satisfied

with what we already have?

Well, yeah.

I mean, you got food right here.

We got a pond right here. Right?

Yeah. Food, the pond.

Why go anywhere else?

Stick to your beliefs, kid.

Don’t change for anyone.


And you’ll end up just like me.





And totally alone!

Yeah! Wait, what?

That’s right.

You’ll be living the dream.

Whoa, that was exhausting.

I’m gonna just rest here.

Rise and shine, Mallards!

We’re burning daylight.

Up and at ’em.

Let’s go, go, go!

Here’s breakfast.

Dad, what are you doing?

Getting your sorry feathers out of bed.

Come on. We got to get ready.

Mack, ready for what?

Nothing. Just, you know,

for our big, super fun family migration!


Ha! Bet you didn’t see that coming.

Areare you serious?


An adventure into the totally unknown.

And I’m gonna love it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. IIs this real?

What do you mean, “Is this real?”

We’re really going?


On a migration?


To Jamaica?




Like, everyone?


Including you?

Yes! We are all going on a migration to Jamaica.

In which language should I tell you?

Thanks, Dad.

You’re welcome.

PAM: Oh!

I knew there was some adventure left in you.

(gulps) Wait, wait, wait!


(gasps) Uncle Dan, you’re coming, too!

Gwen, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

We’re going to Jamaica.

No. I don’t think so, kiddo.

Oh, please, Uncle Dan.


Oh, too bad he doesn’t want to come, honey.

We tried. What else can we do?

Let’s leave.

(Gwen grunts)

(inhales deeply)


(straining, holding word “please”)

(highpitched straining)

Pretty please?

Whoa. That did it.

I can’t refuse her.

Look at her. Look at how cute she is.

Yes! Uncle Dan is coming!

(chuckles) No, he’s not.

(chanting): Uncle Dan, Uncle Dan.

GWEN and UNCLE DAN: Uncle Dan, Uncle Dan…

Oh, for real?

(chanting continues)

Uncle Dan, Uncle Dan.

Uncle Dan, that’s me.

Uncle Dan, Uncle Dan.


MACK and PAM (reluctantly): Yay.

(Gwen giggles)

♪ ♪

Here we go. Let’s do the final check.

Tail feather torsion?


Wing deployment?


Heads in takeoff mode?


Let’s fly.

♪ ♪

Woohoo! Yeah!


Whoa! Whoo!




Okay, everyone, enough fooling around.

“V” formation.

Woohoo! Yeah!

Look at me!

Thanks, Dad!

Whoo! (laughs)

Yeah, this is awesome!

(chuckling): Well, better get used to it.

Huh. That’s weird.

My inner compass may be a little rusty,

but I’m sure we’re heading south.

Yeah, we are, but why are we

the only birds heading this way?

(thunder crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(Gwen whimpers)

Hey, kids, don’t worry.

We’re gonna be all right.

Here we are together.

We’re on an adventure.

I promised adventure, and this is exactly

what I promised, huh?

(thunder crashes, rumbles)

We’re not gonna make it, are we?

Uncle Dan!

You can tell me. I don’t mind.

I’m a big boy. I’m a big duck.

No, Uncle Dan, things are gonna be fine.

Isn’t that right, Mack?

(thunder crashes)

Uh, I, uh…

(grunts) I mean yes, Mom’s right.

This is fun.

This is the kind of thing we’ll remember for years to come.

We’ll look back and laugh.



(thunder rumbling)

(all gasp)

A heron.

The one from Dad’s story.

The ultimate duck killer.

Don’t panic.

(whispers): Herons can’t see their prey if you stay still.

Hello, little ducks.

She’s bluffing.

So, tell me, what’s a nice little family of mallards

doing down here all cold and wet?

Nothing. We’re good.

We’re enjoying it.

But you must be freezing here.

Oh, no, we’re not.


Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Come, come.

Let Erin take care of you in her comfy little nest.


(thunder crashes)

In you go. Hup, hup, hup.


Harry, look.

Look what I found.

A nice little family of traveling mallards.


(thunder crashes)

(all gasp)

Uh, okay. Nice meeting you all.


In a rush, are you?

Oh, we don’t want to be a bother.

(chuckling nervously): You look busy decaying.

You’re not bothering at all.

But maybe herons are not

good enough for you, mallards?

No, of course not.

(chuckling): We’re happy to stay.


Good! Let me get your bed ready.

What do they do, rip you apart, then eat you?

(Gwen gasps)


I don’t know how they do it. What’s the method?

Hey. Zip it.


Wake me up when it’s my turn to be eaten.


What are you doing, Pam?

Well, I don’t know. I just… I don’t want to offend them.

Can’t you see they want to eat us?

(gasps) I don’t want to be eaten!

Well, she can’t eat us.

She doesn’t have teeth.

Well, what if she cuts us into pieces first?

I don’t want to be cut into piece… (squeals)

III beg your pardon?

Oh, what’s that? No, no.

We were just saying your nest is just so charming.

Weren’t we, kids? (chuckles)

Oh, thank you.

We moved here a few years ago.

We used to migrate all the time like you.

Harry was such an adventurer.

Fierce predator, too.

He could catch any prey with a single swift peck.

(fly buzzing)

(erratic buzzing)

Those were the good old days.

Now Harry’s too old.

I’m the one who brings food back to the nest.

But, anyway, you must be exhausted.

Here’s your bed.

There’s no way we’re sleeping in that.

But it’s our finest bed.

And it is perfect.

Thank you. (chuckles)

Wow, huh?

Hey, feel this. Even comfier than our own nest.

Yeah, sure.

It’s greasier, too. Oh!

Looks like your last guest is still here.

And dead.

(Pam laughs)

Thank you.

You’re welcome, sweethearts.

Sleep tight.

Don’t let the bedbugs bite.

(snoring softly)

♪ ♪

(hushed): Okay. Storm is over.

Let’s go. Kids, kids, wake up.

Pam, we got to go right now.


Right now!


What about Uncle Dan?

It’s fine.

When they wake up, they’ll eat him.

That’ll give us more time to lose… (screams)


You’re awake.

Looking right at us, too.



You shouldn’t have gotten out of your beds.

Nighttime is when predators like to feed.

Stay away from my kids.

Let’s do this quick! (squawks)

Run, kids, run!

Let me get them!

(both gasp)

Harry, catch them!

(Gwen yelps)

Head for the door!

(Erin grunting)

(whimpering, yelling)


Go, go!


Hands off!

(Pam and Mack yell)

(gasping breaths)

It’s okay, kids.

Just hold still.

No, no, no, no, no.

(strained grunting)

Please don’t eat us.

We haven’t finished molting yet.

Pretty please?

I promise you this won’t hurt.

(Dax gasps)

(both whimper)





He was about to gulp you in one bite.

Bad fish.

Ooh, bad fish!

You… you saved them?

Oh. (chuckles)

It was nothing.

And we have breakfast for tomorrow.

Right, Harry?

(wheezy moan)

Into beddybyes now.

(Dax and Gwen panting rapidly)

(Pam chuckles nervously)


♪ ♪

ERIN: Are you sure you have to go already?

I’ll miss your kids so much.

They are so adorable.


(Gwen giggling)

Mmm. And you taste so good.

Maybe I’ll eat you.


I’m kidding.


(Mack sighs, chuckles)

Or am I?


It’s a joke!


It’s a joke. (laughs)

(Mack chuckles)

So funny.

(grunting): All right.

Time to go. Thanks for everything.

Oh, goodbye.

Uh, I haven’t kissed Harry goodbye!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Blow him a kiss.

MACK and GWEN: Mwah. Mwah.

(Harry chuckles)

No, no, no, no, you don’t have to walk closer.

You’re good there. Bye, Harry.

Thanks so much. Mwah.

Don’t forget, drop by on your way back.

Whew. (chuckles)

Wild night there, huh?

(chuckles) Yeah.


How about when she pulled out that pan, though?

Oh, my gosh! With the dead fish still in the pan?

The dead fish.


Right? Still, lovely birds.

Oh, lovely.

Lovely birds.


DAX: Guys! Come up!

You have to see this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

Dax, let’s keep the adventure where I can see you.

(Dax chuckles)

♪ ♪

(Pam and Gwen gasp)

DAX: Whoa!

(Gwen giggling)

(Dax whooping)

Woohoo! Come on!

Try it, Dad!

Okay, okay, this is pretty cool,

but we should probably get back on… (grunts)

(Pam laughs)

Don’t be such a stickinthemud.

(Gwen panting)


Woohoo! (yells)



(Gwen chuckling)

Ah, yeah!




(Gwen and Dax laugh)


(Gwen laughs)


Whoa! Dad!

(Mack chuckling)

(grunts, chuckles)

Ow. Hey, watch out.


Aha! Whoo!

(others yell)

Gotcha! Whoo!

(chuckling): That was fun.

Let’s go down before we lose our way.

Please, Dad, come on.

Just a bit more.

Please, Dad?

Okay, okay, just a little bit longer.

What is that?

♪ ♪

(electrical whirring)

(all gasping)


♪ ♪





(grunts, yelps)

(breathing heavily)

(all yelling)

(horns honking)

(people chattering, screaming)

(gasping, screaming)

(truck horn blasting)

(gasping, screaming)


(horn blasts)

(people gasping)

(people screaming, gasping)

(tires squealing)


(screaming, grunting)

(grunts, sputters)

Guys, you okay?

Yeah! What a ride.

Let’s do it again.


Your mother.

Where’s your mother?




That is not your mother.

PAM: Up here! Fly up.

(Mack gasps)

We can see so much better from up here.

Pam! Are you hurt somewhere?

Oh! What?

Do you feel pain?

II’m fine.

What’s your name? How many feathers am I holding up?

Hey. I’m fine.

(pants, sighs)

Thank goodness.

Okay. Come on, everyone.

Prepare for takeoff so we can get out of…


What is this place?

(chuckling): I… I don’t know.

We’ve never been this far before.

Uncle Dan, have you ever been here before?

Uncle Dan?

UNCLE DAN: Hello? Guys?


I don’t like heights.



(muffled yelling)


UNCLE DAN: Oh, whoa!

Whoa, whoa! Whoa!


Uncle Dan?

UNCLE DAN: Yeah, it’s me!

It’s Uncle Dan!

(Gwen gasps)

GWEN: Uncle Dan!

(Uncle Dan screams, grunts)

(Gwen gasps softly)

Well, he led a good life.

(grunts) What?

We’re coming for you, Uncle Dan!

He would have wanted us to go on without him.

Come on, he was kind like that.


(Uncle Dan grunting, muttering)



Oh. Well, hello there.

(grunting rhythmically)


(pigeon cooing)



Get away, get away!





(gasps, grunts)

GWEN: Uncle Dan!

DAX: Uncle Dan!

Uncle Dan!

Uncle Dan!

Uncle Dan, where are you?

Uncle Dan!

Uncle Dan?

What if something ate Uncle Dan?

Honey, I promise you, nothing would ever

want to eat Uncle Dan.

(Uncle Dan screaming)

Uncle Dan.

UNCLE DAN: (groans) Get off me!

GWEN: I’m coming!


Hey, wait! Wait!

Get away from me! Get away from me!

It’s my sandwich.

I licked it, I licked it!

You can’t touch it with duck spit on it.

GWEN: Uncle Dan!

Get your wings off my uncle!


Dax, Gwen, wait!

Stay away from my family!

Back away! Back away! Back away!

Get out of here, you trashy, trashy vermin!

(“vermin” echoing)

(all gasp)

PIGEON (from inside tunnel): Who said that?

I asked, “Who said that?”

(wind whistling)


♪ ♪

Come here, bumpkin.

Uh… Oh.


Say it again.

Uh, which part?

“Trashy, trashy vermin.”

Let the record reflect I just meant to say “trashy vermin.”


Which I’m not saying that’s good,

but I wasn’t doubling down on “trashy,” vermin.


You ducks make me sick, you know that?

You’re fed all day by the humans in the park,

but that’s not enough for you.

No, no, no.

You got to come to our territory.

You got to steal our food.

And then you insult us?

What? No, no, no, no, I wasn’t…


Uh, Mack.

Well, “Uh, Mack,” I’m the Chump,

and I’m the leader of this group of hardworking birds

you just called vermin.

(hawks, spits)

(pigeons hawk, spit)

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

So listen, Chump…

What did you just call me?

(pigeons gasp)

Sorry. I thought your name was Chump.

Yeah, Chump, yeah. That’s my name. Why?

Right. So listen, Chump…

What did you just call me?!

I’m sorry.

Is everyone else hearing “Chump” or…

What did… What?

Okay, okay.

I think there’s a slight misunderstanding here.

Excuse me. Will you excuse me?

Coming through. Uhhuh. Thank you.

Okay. Hi there. I’m Pam.

I’m sharing my life with him, so I’m painfully aware

of all the stupid things that come out of his mouth.


Oh, yeah, that’s true. She is.

But I assure you, he meant no harm.

And to show our gratitude

for your understanding in this matter,

how about we share the sandwich 5050?








You got yourself a deal.

Uncle Dan, cut the sandwich.


You don’t want to try 5050 again?

Uncle Dan!

All right, all right.

(pigeons clamoring)

You, I like.

Thank you, Chump.

Sorry for busting your bills over here, but, uh…

(sniffles) sometimes I get sensitive, is all.

Us pigeons, we got big hearts, too.

Ain’t that right, guys?

(clamoring quiets)

Oh, for sure.

We just want to be loved.

And respected.

(clamoring resumes)


So anything you need I mean anything

Chump’s got ya.

Oh, really? Because we are completely lost.

We’re trying to get to Jamaica.

Oh, yeah, yeah. That’s in Queens, right?

Uh, more south.

Uh, like, the Caribbean.

Oh, that Jamaica.

I got a buddy who knows that place

like the back of his wing.

Youyou think he’ll help us?

Yeah. I mean, it’s a bit of a sore subject for him,

but, uh, I’m sure it won’t be a problem.

Come on, lovebirds, we ain’t got all day.

It’s this way.

Wow. Mom, you rock.



(chuckles) 7030!


(chuckles) I didn’t know you could be so tough.

Really, Mack?! You didn’t know that?

Oh, no, I…

(Pam chuckles)


(laughs): I get it.

That’s good.

That’s very good.

(horns honking)

Okay, my little bumpkins,

let’s get a move on.

MACK: Whoa.

Are you kidding? We are not flying through

this crazy death trap of a city again.

Oh, come on. It’s nothing.

Just stick close to me,

and everything will be all right.

(horn blasts)


I’m okay. Yeah, no, I’m okay!

(joints crack)



(horn blasts)

I’m okay.

I’m still okay.

We can do this.

(horn blasts)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Haha! You missed, bus!

(bell jingles)


(Chump groaning)

Maybe don’t stick too close.

(Mack gulps)

♪ ♪





Here you go, my little princess.

(gasps) Thank you!


(Mack gasps)

Whoa, Gwen! I got you, Gwen.

I got you.

(gasps) Look! Look, there it is.

(chuckles) That’s Jamaica.

What? (yelps)


♪ ♪

Here we are.

Okay, so…

Wait, where’s our guy? (yells)

And what is that?

CHUMP: Huh? Oh, that?

Don’t worry about it.

But I should probably warn you,

Delroy’s owner is a chef.

AA chef?

Yeah. AA chef.

Like a predator except instead of eating you,

he feeds you to a group of much lazier predators.

(chuckles) Right this way.

After you.

(Mack groans)


(Mack straining)

(Uncle Dan grunts)

(loud clank)

Hey. Shh!

Coast is clear.


Hey, Delroy.

How’s it going? It’s been a while.

You look good. Slip me some feather.

I brought you a nice family of mallards.

They need to ask you something.

(Delroy groans)

Oh. Well, Mr. Delroy,

so nice to meet you. (chuckles nervously)

Do you know the way to Jamaica?

(Delroy sobs)

(Jamaican accent): Do I know the way to Jamaica?

CHUMP: Told ya.

He’s a little sensitive about it.

He was born and raised there.

What happened?

The chef snatched him up in the middle of the night.

Next day, old Del’s gone from free bird to jailbird.

Come on, D.

Just tell them how to get there.

(Delroy takes a deep breath)

Fly to the big green statue, fly due south for three miles,

then due east for one mile, due west for ten miles,

then you southwest for one mile,

southsoutheast for two miles…


…and southsouthwest for the rest of the way.

(crying): And don’t stop until you see that mist

dancing atop the beautiful blue mountains.

(sobbing): You can’t miss it.

(wailing sobs)

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No, don’t cry, Big Red.

It’s all right. We didn’t mean to upset you.

(sobbing): Jamaica!

I miss my family.


And likkle Donnie.

Dolores. Deedee.


That me cousin.

Dad, we’re not really gonna leave him here, are we?

He looks so cramped in that cage.

Come on, blow it out.



(blows harder)


There’s nothing we can do here, Dax.

(gasps) We could get the key.

No, kid. That’s impossible.

Why? Where is it?

Down there.

The chef keeps that key on him at all times.

And trust me, you don’t want to go

anywhere near that lunatic.

Him catch ya, him turn you into duck à l’orange.

What’s duck à l’orange?

It’s you with l’orange on top.

(Mack gulps)

You know what? Guys, don’t worry.

I’ll go get it.

Uh, what? No, no, no, no, no.

Dad, it’s okay. I’ve got this.

No, you don’t got this.

But just because you’re scared of everything in the world

doesn’t mean I have to be.

Okay. You know what?

I will go get the key.

Cool. I’m coming with you.

No. You stay.


Ahahah. Stay here.


♪ ♪


(chef snarls)

(servers whimpering)


(doors creaking slowly)



(laughs excitedly, gasps)

(low growling)

(dishes clinking)

(Mack whimpering)



(chef grunts angrily)



(snaps fingers)




♪ ♪






How’s it going?

(screams, babbles)

Shh! What are you doing here?

I told you to stay back there.

Oh, there’s no way I’m letting you have all the fun.

Let’s go.

♪ ♪

(gasps) There.


Grab my tail so I can get the key.



(snaps fingers)


Almost there.


(gasps) Pam.

Almost there.


A little closer.


Got it.


(both yell)

(Pam gasps)



Go, go, go, go, go!

(chef yells, grunts)


(cook yells)


(distorted grunt)

(distorted): Duck à l’orange!

(distorted yell)

(distorted growl)

(grunting, gasping)

(server yelping)

(jazzy tune playing)

(excited chatter)

(both gasping)

♪ Keep on surviving ♪

(patrons cheering)

(lively music playing)

(both gasping, whimpering)



Salsa Tuesdays.


♪ Now that you’re out of my life, I’m so much better ♪

♪ You thought that I’d be weak without you, but I’m stronger ♪

♪ You thought that I’d be broke without you… ♪

We’re doomed!

Don’t panic, Mack.

I can’t help it. It relaxes me.

Mack, we’re gonna make it, all right?

We have to be optimistic.

Optimistic? How can we be optimistic right now?

Well, I don’t know, but if we are panicking,

we’ll never find our way out!


That’s it.

What’s it?

Whatever you’re doing,

keep doing it.


You mean like this?

Yes, Mack. It’s working.

♪ ♪

♪ Sobreviviré, sobreviviré ♪

♪ No se puede apagar ♪

♪ La esperanza ♪


♪ Sobreviviré… ♪

(both chuckling)

Oh, we can do this, Mack.


(both laugh)

Okay, follow my lead.

♪ Yo sé ♪

♪ I’m a survivor ♪

(whooping, laughing)

♪ I’m not gon’ give up ♪

♪ Ya lo verás, voy a lograrlo ♪

♪ I’m a survivor ♪

♪ I’m gonna make it ♪

♪ Es la verdad, yo sobrevivo ♪

♪ I’m a survivor ♪

♪ I’m not gon’ give up ♪

♪ Ya lo verás, voy a lograrlo ♪

♪ I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it ♪

♪ Es la verdad, yo sobrevivo. ♪

(both panting)

(grunts, gasps)

(both gasp)

(grunts angrily)

♪ ♪

(both panting)

Dad, Mom, you were amazing.

Thank you, Gwenny, but we’re in a bit of a hurry right now.

Pam, key.


Okay. Let’s do this.

Hurry! Hurry!

No, more to the right. To the right, and twist.

No, no, no, no, no. My right, Dad.


Down, down.

No, push.

No, to the right.

That’s it!

Now, hold it and twist it.

No, Dad.

Come on!

Do I just have to do it?



Oh. What happened?

Wait, whwhere’s the k… Where’s the key?

I swallowed it.

Oh, that’s a bummer.

Spit it out. You need to spit it out!

I’m on it. I’m on it.

(forced retching)

Come on, Mack.

Okay, he’s really close, and he really looks mad.

(lively chatter)

(panting gruffly)

(forced retching continues)


Spit it out already.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Come on! Hurry up!


(grunts) Come on, kids.


Spit it out!

This isn’t working!


Bird eater incoming!



(chef panting)

(humming innocently)

(chef grunts)



(balloon squeaking)

(air whistling)


(muffled whistling)

(whimpering, grunting)



(growling fiercely)

(panicked whimper)

(air whistling)


(distorted groaning)

Got it!

Oh! (yells)


I’m free!

(laughing): Whee!

Ya mon!



(highpitched): We did it!

(Delroy laughing, whooping)

Thank you!


Whoo! Oh, you did it.

I can’t believe it.

I was in a cage, and now I’m not.

In, and now not.

(giggles) And you did it!

All of you.

But you…

you wild duck, you.

(highpitched chuckle)

You must be the bravest duck me ever meet.

(highpitched): Oh, I’m not that…

(coughs, clears throat)

(normal voice): I’m not that brave.

What?! You knew the danger.

You did it anyway. What do you call that?

(chuckling): Yeah, you’re right.

I guess that is the only word that describes who I am.

Did you hear that? He called me brave.

So you want to go to my island, eh?

I will be honored to take you there myself.

(gasps) You’d do that?

(laughs) For you, me do anything,

because I can do anything!


I can go here, or I could go here.

Free as a bird!


‘Cause I’m a bird! (laughs)

I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but, uh,

you are one heck of a bird.

Oh. Well, thanks, Chump.

You’re not so bad yourself.

(Chump sniffles)

Yeah, you know, I’m getting a little waterworky up here.

(chuckles) Scram, you crazy ducks.

Get out of here.

Bye, Chump.

Byebye, Chump.

Bye, Chump.

Thank you!

Thanks for everything.

So long, Chump.

Don’t forget where you got that sandwich.

Byebye, you country bumpkins.

I love you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Delroy laughs)

DELROY: I can’t believe it!

In a few hours, we’ll reach the coast.

Then a little hop over the ocean,

and we’ll finally get to my homeland!

Hey, uh, Delroy, uh, is it true

that the sea glows at night in Jamaica?

Because that sounds incredibly magical.

(chuckling): Ah.

You hear about that, eh?

Whatever you’re expecting over there… (chuckles)

it’s going to be even better.


Jamaica, I’m coming home!

♪ I’m coming, I’m coming ♪


♪ I’m coming home. ♪


(whispering indistinctly)

It’s really bad.

(chuckles): Oh. It’s okay, Gwen.

You can do it while we fly.

Here? But anyone could see me.

No one’s watching, Gwen.

You know what? I’ll go up front.

(whispers): What’s happening?

(clears throat)

We have a number two situation.


Everything okay back there?

Dad! Don’t look!

Oh! Sorry, Gwen.

What are you doing?

My bad. My bad.

(voice shaking): Mom, I can’t do it here.

Can we land?

No, we won’t land, Gwen.

You’re old enough to do it in the sky now.

But it’s too much pressure, and it’s gross.

It’s not gross. We’re birds.

Every bird does it in the sky.

What if someone is looking down there?

No one is looking down there.

I told you, we are not landing.

There is no way we’re landing.

Are you sure no one’s watching?

Gwen Mallard!

Do it now or we leave without you.

Okay, okay.


She’s perfectly capable of doing her business in the sky,

and yet here we are.

It’s okay, Pam.

Just let her be.

GWEN: Does anybody have a soft moss?

Just use a leaf!

(Gwen screams)

Someone’s watching! Someone’s watching!

There! Someone’s watching!

Where? Where?


♪ ♪


Follow me, and stay close.

Whoa! For real, Dad?



I like your spirit, duck man.




PAM: Guys?


Uh, are you sure this is safe?

Don’t worry.

That wild duck is on a journey of the soul,

and I say we follow him.

But just in case, get out your talons.


I ain’t sure ducks have talons, though.

Shh, shh.

♪ ♪

GOOGOO (in distance): Now stretch your back

and move your wings up to the sky.

Breathe in.

And breathe out.

(all gasp)

Excellent, class.

And now the egg position.

And we hatch

with a newborn quack.

ALL: Quack.

GOOGOO: Very good.

And repeat.

ALL: Quack.

GOOGOO: And repeat.

ALL: Quack.

GOOGOO: And repeat.

Hey, what’s going on here?



(excited chatter)

GOOGOO: Brothers, brothers. (chuckles)

Sisters, hold your enthusiasm.

Wewe don’t want to scare our guests away, do we?

(chuckles) Hello, friends.

I am Googoo.

Welcome to our humble abode.

Abode? What is going on here?

Our morning relaxation

as we prepare for the glorious Earl and Mae

to open the gates to paradise.

(lock clicking)

Oh, you’re so lucky.

You’re just in time.

(ducks gasping excitedly, murmuring)


(ducks chattering excitedly)


My friends…

welcome to the Garden of Harmony.

(ducks cheering, whooping)

I don’t understand. It’s…

Heaven for ducks?

Yep, pretty much.

(ducks giggling)

(engine revving)


Ah. Perfect.



(ducks giggling, chattering excitedly)

You came to the perfect place, my friends.

Here, humans spare no expense on our wellbeing.

And they just finished building our brandnew slide.

DUCK: Yeah! (whooping)

So please be our guest.

Feel free to enjoy our place

for as long as you like.



Well, I guess we could take the afternoon.

Come on. Please.

Come on. Come on, Dad, please.

Come on. Let’s stay. Stay.

Please, please.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I don’t think we can possibly stay here…

(all whimper)

…without having the best time of our lives!

Now, get out there and have some fun.

(cheering, laughing)

DAX: Slides, here I come!

GWEN: Wait for me!

DELROY: Slippy slides! (laughs)

(Pam chuckles)

(Mack grunts)

(both laugh)

Woohoo! Whoa!



MACK: Here comes the sea dragon!

(roars playfully)


We’re gonna get you!

We’re gonna squish your sea dragon face!

Sea dragon is hungry.

GWEN: Hiyah!


GWEN: We need to slay the sea dragon!

(Mack grunts)

Ow. Gwen.

Gwen, be more careful.

(Gwen grunting)

We need to slay him gently.

(truck horn blasting)

GWEN: Really? Okay.

(blowing raspberries)


Ow! Uncle Dan.

What? I want to play, too.

MACK: Sea dragon needs a break.

(shovel clangs)

Ow! Gwen!


♪ ♪


(gasps, pants)

Brothers, sisters, great news!

Earl and Mae are taking us on a field trip.

I’m so excited.

(excited chatter)

It’s so great. Hurry, guys.

Hurry. It’s time.

You don’t want to miss this.

Come on, everyone. Let’s go.


(humming a tune)

(Dax gasps)

No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

GOOGOO: I’m so excited. I can’t wait to get started.

Googoo, stop!

What is it, my little friend?

Thethe chef. Thethe…


(ducks oohing)

You want to come, too?

Come on. Let’s go.

You got to stop.

Last one is a rotten egg.

Googoo! Stop!


Kneel, sea dragon, kneel!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Gwenny.

Googoo, no! Stop!

No. Don’t hit your father.


We’re not hitting fathers.

DAX: Googoo! Googoo!

Where are you going?

Uh, Delroy is the sea dragon now.

Of course. I’d love that.

You’re next!

No, no, no.

You’re gonna be gentle. Okay, no…

(Gwen yells)


Gwenny, come on!

He said “gently.”

(Gwen yelling)

Googoo, he’s gonna take you to his kitchen.

Come on.

He’s gonna serve you

to people, with oranges.

Hey, hey. What’s happening?

Dad, it’s the chef. He’s back.

(Mack gasps)

Earl and Mae are giving those ducks to the chef

so he can cook them.

I beg your pardon?

Dax, go back to Mom. I’ll handle this.

No! I can help! I can just…

Go back to Mom now!

Googoo, do not get on that truck.

Look, I understand this is all

new to you bit weird, bit strange…

Don’t you get it? It’s a trap!

We’ve got to get your ducks out of here!

Everyone, get off the truck unless you want to be cooked!

(all gasp)



Wait, what’s that?

Come on! Hurry!

You got to go before he comes back.


(chef growling)




(chef grunts)


Let go!

Earl and Mae are our leaders.


They massage us.

Dax! (gasps)



(exhales sharply)



(grunts angrily)

Everyone, run! Now!

(all yelling)


Pam, the chef!


We have to get out of here now!

Go, go, go!


(gasps) Okay, let’s go.

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go! Go, go, go, go, go!

Everyone, take off!

(panting rapidly)

Dax, on my back!

(grunts, whimpers)








(Earl and Mae yelp)

(all panting)

Guys, we need to rest.

Follow me.

♪ ♪

(all grunt)


Guys, are you okay? What happened?

Mom, he was coming for the…

I’ll tell you what happened.

I told him to stay back, and he almost got himself killed.

But, Dad, I was trying to help.

I don’t need your help, Dax.

I need you to do what I say!

Do you understand?!


Listen, Dax.

Just let us grownups figure it out while…

All right, everyone, let’s call it a night.

We could use the rest.

♪ ♪

(helicopter whirring in distance)

♪ ♪

(hisses, yowls)

(takes a deep breath)

(metallic squeaking)

(snoring softly)

♪ ♪


(footsteps approaching slowly)


Gwen, you scared me.

You look mad.

You need a hug!

No, Gwen, I don’t need a hug.

Whoa! I said no hug.


Don’t fight it. It’ll make you feel better.

(Dax sighs)


Can you let go now?

You feel better?


Then it hasn’t kicked in yet.

(Dax groans)


What about now?






A little?


GWEN: I felt something.

DAX: Mmmm.

(wind whistling)

(Mack gasps)

(Pam gasps)

(both gasp)

(frantic chatter, gasping)


Oh, no, he’s back!

Every duck for himself!

(panicked chatter)


Dax! Gwen!


(all gasping, grunting)

Mom! Dad!

MACK: No, no, no!

No, no! Dax, Gwen, stay back!

No! Stop!

Get out of here now!

Go hide!

Hide, kids! Go!

MACK: Go, go!



(muffled whimpering)

(sighs, grunts)

(screaming, panicked chatter)


DAX: No, no, no.

GWEN: Mom!

Mom, Dad, no!


Oh, kids! Oh, kids!



(panting, grunting)

(frightened gasping)

(Dax panting)

(Gwen whimpers)

♪ ♪

(ducks groan)


(Pam gasps, screams)

(chef sighs)

(Pam and Mack grunt)

(Mack whimpers)


(both yelp)

(Delroy shudders)

(panting, whimpering)

He’s gonna cook Mom and Dad, isn’t he?

And he’s gonna come back for us.

And he’ll cook us, too!


I wish we tasted awful!

Gwen, we’re not giving up, okay?

We’rewe’re gonna figure something out.

We are?

Yes. There has to be a way.

Butbut how?

You can’t even fly.

Oh, we’re doomed.

(muffled sobbing)


(Gwen blowing loudly)

(sniffling, whimpering)

Gwen, you’re a genius.

Am I?

♪ ♪

(both grunting)

We are not getting cooked today.


(both grunt)

Come on, Pam, keep going.



It’s hopeless, Mack.

What? No, no, no, no, no, it’s not hopeless.

We can do this.

No, we’ve lost them.

Mack, we’ve lost the kids. You were right.

We never ever should have left the pond.

Pam, enough.

This isn’t you.

You’re the adventurous one, thethethe brave one.

You never give up on anything.

Youyou haven’t even given up on me.

Come on, Pam.

You’ve proven over and over again

that when everything is hopeless, we have to be…


Yes. And now you and me are going to get our kids back

so we can finish this crazy, wonderful adventure.

And we are going to show them that when danger strikes,

you do not run from it.

You take a stand.

(gasps) That’s it! Look, Pa…

Shh! Shh, shh.

(muffled grunt)

We can do this.

Mack, Mack, we can do this.

(whispers): Come on. Let’s go.


♪ ♪


Left, Pam.

Just… You do your left.

No, no, no, no. Right.

Okay, you’re moving on the left. Move on the top.

Just set…

Okay, no, no, no, no, no.


Psst. Hey. Over here. Here.

Hey. Hey.


Do it together.

Ya mon. Together.

Do it together.


(both groan)

BOTH: Together.

♪ ♪

(both grunt)

(both grunt)

(chef exhales, chuckles)

(both gasp)

(growls softly)

(Pam whimpers, yells)

(screaming, grunting)

(growling angrily)


You trap me for years,

now you’re trying to cook my friends?


It is payback time!


(all yelling)





Eat this.

(distorted grunting)


(whirring, alarm buzzing)






(Pam screams)

(Pam screams)


(both screaming)

♪ ♪





We’re coming!

♪ ♪


(Pam yelps)


We got this, guys.



(panting, grunting)

We can do this!


GWEN: Mom!

(Dax chuckles)

Kids! Oh, kids.


(all grunting)

(whooping laughter)



Ya mon!




DELROY: Everyone!

(all gasp)

Delroy, you made it!

You’re alive!


I’m so happy to see you.

And you, all dressed up for Jamaica.

Look at you!


Well, come on. Let’s go, go, go, go, go!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Gwen breathing sleepily)

(Gwen sighs)

DELROY: We’re almost there, everyone.

I can feel it!

Okay, so we’re a bit lost.

Must have missed a turn somewhere.

But don’t worry.

We just have to go back to the big green statue.

(all groan and sigh)



♪ ♪

Mack, the water.

It’s glowing. (chuckles)

It’s glowing.

It’s real.

The water is glowing! (laughs)

(Pam whooping)

(Mack laughs)

DAX: Dad. Dad!

Come look.

♪ ♪

(Delroy gasping)

That’s it.

That’s Jamaica.

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

Well, what are you waiting for?

Lead the way.

(gasps, chuckles)

Gwen, final check, please.

(Gwen gasps)

Aye, Captain.

Tail feather torsion?

ALL: Check.

Wing deployment?

ALL: Check.

Heads in BakeOff mode?

Takeoff mode.

Takeoff mode?

ALL: Check!

Let’s fly.


(laughter, whooping)

Woohoohoo! Yeah!

Let’s go! Come on!

Woohoo! Yeah!


Whoa! Whoo!

(Gwen laughing)


Woohoo! Yeah!

Look at me!


DAX: Yeah!

(Mack laughs)


(Delroy laughing, whooping)

I am back!

(laughs) Woohoohoo!

Hey, Devon!








♪ ♪




MACK: Wow.

Whoa! Woohoohoo! Yeah!


(both inhale deeply)


(birds chirping)



(chuckles): Hey, you changed your mind.

Better late than never, right?


DAX: Kim!

(gasps) Dax!

Dax, you’re here.

Wow. Your wings, they’re beautiful.

(chuckles) Thanks.

Dax kept saying your name while he was sleeping.

(Gwen squeals)

(chuckles nervously)

DELROY: Woohoohoohoo!


BIRDS: Delroy!

I’m home!

Delroy! Delroy!




Thank you.

For what?

Opening my eyes.

(“Cloudy Day” by Tones and I playing)

♪ But your mumma always said ♪

♪ Look up into the sky, find the sun… ♪

Uncle Dan!

Mmhmm? (grunts)

♪ But your mumma always said ♪

♪ Look up into the sky ♪

♪ Find the sun on a cloudy day ♪

♪ On a cloudy day ♪

(whooping, laughter)

♪ But your mumma always said ♪

♪ Look up into the sky ♪

♪ Find the sun on a cloudy day ♪

♪ But your mumma always said ♪

♪ Look up into the sky ♪

♪ Find the sun on a cloudy day ♪

♪ But your mumma always said ♪

♪ Look up into the sky ♪

♪ Find the sun on a cloudy day ♪

♪ On a cloudy day ♪

♪ But your mumma always said ♪

♪ Look up into the sky ♪

♪ Find the sun on a cloudy day ♪

♪ But your mumma always said ♪

(Delroy grunting, yelling)

♪ Look up into the sky ♪

♪ Find the sun on a cloudy day ♪

♪ On a cloudy day. ♪

GWEN: Pretty please?

No, Gwenny, you cannot take Toothpick back home.

But Toothpick wants to come.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mm, I think it’s time to let him go.

Okay, honey?


(panting rapidly)

So, we’re ready for takeoff?

Wait. Where’s your father?

MACK: Guys! Guys!

Guys! (panting)

I just met these birds who are totally lost.

I said we’d help ’em get home.

What do you say?

ALL: Hello.

Hi. Hello.


(clears throat) Mack, you do know

that penguins are from the South Pole?

I know! Isn’t that great?

GWEN and DAX: Yeah!

We’re going to the South Pole!

No, I’m not going. No way.

Oh, please, Uncle Dan.

(straining): Please…

ALL (straining): Please…

Okay, okay.

We’re going to the South Pole.



Come on, Pam. We’re going to the South Pole.

(chuckles) I’ve created a monster.

Okay, so let’s talk itinerary.

I say Costa Rica, Panama, Amazon River.

Any other ideas?

GWEN: Oh, oh!

I want to see Titicaca!

MACK: Titicaca! Great.

♪ ♪

(duck quacks)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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