Dog Announcer's Voice - Chicken Little - Voices (GameCube) Edit

A hit.

A home run I I'm speechless.

A hop skipping grounder.

Aim for the middle one, kid.

And the batter is retired.

And the pitch?

And the pitch?

Better check that ball.

Curveball.

Easy single.

Foul ball.

Get ready, kid.

Gracious me, that's a zinger.

Grounder down the line.

Guess you can't hit them all.

He drives one down the line.

He won't be replaying that one later.

He's swinging for the stars.

Here comes the pitch.

Here's the wind.

Here's the windup.

Hmm, baby, give that kid a lollipop.

Hmm, I've seen better swings at the playground.

Home run.

How knuckleball?

I felt the breeze from here.

I'm sure there's a Gopher hole you can crawl into now.

I've known turtles with faster reflexes.

I've seen better cuts under a bandage.

Is that pitch legal?

It looks like a doozy.

It may go the distance.

It's a high cutter.

It's going, going gone home. Run for the little guy.

It's gone.

It's it's a screwball.

It's often hide in centerfield.

It's out of here.

It's outta here. Home run.

Moe, what a slam.

No, if only that kid was a little smaller. Game over.

Oh, and that little kid was close, too.

Ohh the embarrassment folks.

Ohh the embarrassment.

Ohh, he was swinging for the fence, folks.

Ooh, close call.

Rocket to left field.

Smack bam. Boom.

Stir each one.

Strike three.

Strike two.

Sweet Nelly, buy me a saxophone. It's a hit.

Swinging a miss.

That baby's got wings.

That chickens had a Homer.

That felt a little late.

The acorns lose again.

The chickens wings and connects.

The poor kid couldn't hit water if he fell out of a boat.

Then the ball slides by again.

There goes another one.

There's a new winner in town and his name is Chicken a little.

Well, butter my eyeballs. It's a home run.

Well, that's it folks. The timers popped on that chicken and it's time to serve up a loss.

What a heartbreaker, folks.

Who's so close but no cigar?

Whoa, he got a hold of that one.

Wow, what a hit.