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(GATE CREAKlNG)

(SCREECHlNG)

(DOG HOWLlNG)

(SCREECHlNG)

(lNDlSTlNCT WHlSPERlNG)

(CACKLlNG)

(CRYPTKEEPER SPEAKlNG)

Son of Dracula.
Return of the Son of Dracula.

The Son of Dracula's Revenge?
Is that all you can do? Vampire movies?

I'm afraid that's not good enough.

You'd have to be a bite more versatile

to be on the frighting staff of
Tales from the Crypt.

Oh, hello, creeps. As you can see,
we've got an opening for a story dead-itor.

I've been conducting chop interviews
all morning.

No one seems to get what I'm looking for.

(SlGHS)

Oh, well. Let's see who's next.

Interesting, a brother team.

Grimm, I think I've heard of them.

This has potential, boils and ghouls.

It's a twisted bit of gorytelling
about three scaracters you may recognize

at first.

It's called the "Third Pig."

NARRATOR: Once upon a time,
there were three little piggies.

Their names were Dudley,
Drinky and Smokey.

What are you looking at?

NARRATOR:
Dudley Pig was the smartest of the three.

He lived in a sturdy house made of bricks
which he kept very neat and tidy.

Drinky lived in a house
made out of an old whiskey keg.

(BURPS)

While Smokey lived in a house made out
of cigarettes and wooden matchsticks.

(CAT SCREECHES)

To say that Drinky and Smokey
weren 't as smart as their brother Dudley

would be putting it mildly

as both were sorely lacking
in the brain department.

Drinky only thought about one thing.
Well, maybe two things.

While Smokey...
Smokey didn 't think of anything at all.

In this happy neighborhood

there also lived a devious and hungry wolf.

Mr. Wolf was bad as could be.

(CRASHlNG)

(DOG BARKlNG)

And he had a ra venous appetite.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(lNHALlNG)

More ice, I tell you. More ice.

(lNHALlNG)

(lNHALlNG)

(GRUNTlNG)

Damn! I know you porkers are inside.
You can run but you can't hide.

I'll get you damn pigs
if it's the last thing I do.

You, you... Oh, what rhymes with "you"?

I'm not a damn poet.

Why does everything always
have to rhyme in these things?

I can't help it.

No one talks like that
in these stupid, freaking...

I sound like a Hallmark card or something.

No one talks like that.

NARRATOR: And so the wolf left
without his dinner and angry

because he couldn 't end his speech
on a very good rhyme.

(GLASS SHATTERlNG)

NARRATOR: And the piggies slept safely
through the night.

(OWL HOOTlNG)

(ROOSTER CROWlNG)

NARRATOR: Come the morning,

Drinky and Smokey were very, very sad.

(WAlLlNG)

And so you see, brother dear,
we've got nowhere to go.

That big, bad wolf wrecked our homes,
don't you know?

He scared us so badly we ran and ran.

Now I guess we'll have to live
in a garbage can.

Nonsense, you two,
you can move in with me.

This house made of brick is very sturdy,
you see?

DUDLEY: That blowhard old wolf
could never knock it down.

It's the strongest house
in the whole darn town.

NARRATOR: Well, the two dumb brothers
wasted no time

in taking their smart brother up
on his generous offer.

Drinky and Smokey moved
their few possessions

into their brother's house.

Well, to say that Drinky and Smokey
didn 't treat their smart brother kindly

would be an understatement.

They always sent him out on errands

and made him cook and clean up
after them.

(M USlC BLARlNG)

The two brothers weren 't the best guests
Dudley had ever had.

Drinky and Smokey
threw all-night parties with booze

and ladies of easy virtue.

(PEOPLE GRUNTlNG)

(WOM EN MOANlNG)

I say, brothers dear,
could you be a little more quiet?

I thought that the city was having a riot.

NARRATOR: They partied all night
and watched television all day.

I say, you two, how's the job hunt going?

This pain in my back
shows no sign of slowing.

It's true, brother dear,
that it's jobs that we need,

but the horrible truth is
we don't know how to read.

(GUFFAWlNG)

NARRATOR: Dudley the Pig knew
that his brothers meant well.

It wasn 't their fault
that they were born with slow minds.

He preferred to remember the good times.
Yes, the good times.

But for the life of him
he couldn 't remember any good times.

Hey, brother dear,
what're you standing there for?

Y eah!
We're out of beer, now get to the store.

I'll go to the store, but you better beware.

That nasty, old wolf
is still out there somewhere.

So close all the windows
and lock up the door,

it won't take me long
to get back from the store.

NARRATOR: And so the smart, little piggy
went to the market

to get some beer for his lazy brothers.

But as fate would ha ve it,

that was the moment
the bad, old wolf chose to arrive.

When I find a way in,
that's when I attacks!

And soon I'll be dining
on sweet baby backs.

(DOOR BELL RlNGlNG)

Say, brother dear,
who on earth could that be?

I'll go to the peephole and take a look-see.

(DOOR BELL CONTlNUES RlNGlNG)

Oh, please can't you help me?

I'm filled with distress.

I'm a poor swimsuit model
who just lost her dress.

If you'd let me inside,
I'd be ever so grateful,

and I think that you'll find me
to be extra playful.

NARRATOR:
Smokey couldn't believe the luck.

There's a cute girl outside
and she wants to come in!

Well, let her in, stupid,
so the fun can begin.

Come right on in, Miss...

Well, well, well, what have we here?

Looks like two little piggies
but where is the third?

I'll start with you two and then I'll...

Oh, the hell with it!

NARRATOR: And so, even though
the wolf still couldn 't find a rhyme

to go with "third" he...

Will you shut up about that? You try it.
I haven't heard you do one rhyme yet.

(SCREAMlNG)

(SCREAMlNG)

(GROWLlNG)

NARRATOR:
And when he was done, he left.

Soon after the wolfhad left,
Dudley returned home.

He was startled
to find the door wide open.

Hello, brothers dear,
I'm back with the beer.

Hello? Police?

Well, when I came home,
and when I opened the door,

there was blood on the ceiling,
chopped off hands on the floor.

I think the wolf did it,
that shifty old tramp.

There's blood all over the place.
The gore is still damp.

My God, there's intestines strung
round the lamp!

The address on the house is
Pig Number Three.

Jesus Christ!
There's a severed head on the TV.

Be quick! Be quick!
Please hurry here quick!

I think that I'm going to be violently sick.

(RETCHlNG)

(NARRATOR SPEAKlNG)

Hooray! Hooray!

At last I can cheer.
The frigging police are finally here!

Oh, thank goodness! At last.

You're the chief I would guess.
Well, come on inside,

take a look at this mess.

It must have been that bad, old wolf.
Oh, my Lordy!

Only he could be responsible
for a scene that's this gory.

Come, come, Mr. Pig,
let's not make up a story.

But... But I didn't do it.
I just walked in here.

I said I'm not guilty! Let go of my ear!

My, my, Mr. Pig,
what a mess you have here.

But to me,
your motive seems perfectly clear.

You killed both your brothers
'cause they drank all your beer!

I'm not guilty, I say!

Throw him in jail or he'll sing that all day.

NARRATOR: And early the next day,

poor, innocent Dudley found himself
in court.

Y'all be a-rising.

The Honorable Judge Vic
"Leave 'Em Hanging" Johnson presiding.

Order! Order!

Now that we're all in,
the State vs. Dudley Pig can begin.

-How do you plead?
-Not guilty.

That's how you plead?

Oh, I think that I've heard all that I need.

I've got me a golf game,
and I'm in a big hurry.

I think I'm gonna hand this one off
to the jury.

-Okay, big daddy.
-Okay, big daddy.

The jury is back and a verdict they've got.

Is the pig guilty or is the pig not?

-Oh, brother, is he guilty!
-Oh, brother, is he guilty!

(GASPlNG)

Sorry, son, the system's done all it can.

I sentence you to die in this frying pan.

NARRATOR: Poor Dudley Pig.
What a blow fate had dealt this porker.

Oh, woe is me. My heart is achin'.

For come the 'morrow,
I'll just be fried bacon.

That nasty wolf, why, it's his fault
that I am locked up inside this dank vault.

My dear sweet brothers once again to see,

would be the only wish
that I'd wish for me.

Dear brother Dudley, what's all the fuss?

We've got something to say,
better listen to us.

Holy smoke! My dead brothers!
To see you is swell.

Tell me, are things as hot
as they say down in hell?

A bit warm, it's true,

but we're here with
an important mission for you.

We'll help you escape and that is no goof,

but you must bring us revenge
by killing the wolf!

NARRATOR: And with that,
the ghostly piggies lifted their brother up

and with some effort
pulled him through the window of his cell.

(D UD LEY SCR EAM I NG )

What is this broken down pla ce
full of rats?

The abandoned castle of a mad doctor,
in fact.

A mad proctologist to be exact.

But you can still use it
'cause the lab's still intact.

Use it?
For what, oh, dead brothers of mine?

To build a monster,
so revenge we can find!

You can learn how from reading this book.

It's an ancient grimoire,
but just take a look.

You will learn how to bring our plan
to fruition.

And you won't even have to pay
any tuition.

Goodbye, brother Dudley.
Save our souls from this pain.

You must stop that wolf
from killing again!

That wolf must be stopped,
my brothers are right.

I'll get busy this very night.

(THUNDER CRACKlNG)

(THUNDER RUMBLlNG)

(SlGHS)

Now at last my dark deed is done.

Life will soon be yours, oh, hideous one.

After hours of toiling and sweat and strife,

I summon the powers
to give my creature life.

(CACKLlNG)

NARRATOR: And then the zombie pig
monster sat up and said something

that Dudley pig will never forget.

(SPEAKlNG GlBBERlSH)

The lifeless mass I have revived,
now I can say it's alive!

Live! Live! Live!

This wolf must die, that is my will.

I order you to kill. Kill, kill, kill, kill.

Kill. I will.

NARRATOR: And so,
the zombie pig monster

shambled out the door of the castle

to find and kill the big, bad wolf.

WOLF: You should have seen the look
on that little pig's face

as he was branded with guilt
and led away in disgrace.

I think it's funny. I just don't care.

In the morning that pig will be fried
in the chair.

(WOLF CACKLlNG)

Well, I guess that's enough for one night.

I'll go visit Bo Peep,
she won't put up a fight.

NARRATOR: And the naughty wolf
left that dark den ofiniquity

and went off to molest Bo Peep.

But he hadn 't gone far into the woods

when he got the distinct feeling
he was being followed.

(WHlSTLES)

That's a relief. It was only the trees.

I thought for a moment
I might have been...

What rhymes with trees?

(GROWLlNG)

Oh, Mr. Monster, don't eat me, oh, please.

I forgot to mention
my horrible skin disease.

Hey, that rhymed.

(ROARS)

(BURPS)

NARRATOR: And though the zombie pig
had done his job,

poor little Dudley pig was ha ving
second thoughts about what he had done.

What have I done?

One horrible monster from the world
I have rid,

but created another, that's what I did.

This abomination must not continue.

I'll have to dismember it
sinew from sinew.

(ZOMBlE PlG ROARlNG)

(LAUGHlNG)

Little pig, little pig, quit stabbing my head.
You can't kill what's already dead.

DUDLEY: Must destroy!

(LAUGHlNG)

(GASPlNG)

I love this ending, I think it's neat.

And I've one thing to say.
"Pork, the other light meat."

(BURPS)

I don't know about you, kiddies,

but I was glad to see the wolf
hit one out of the pork.

(CHUCKLES)

Still, an hour from now,
he'll be hungry again

and bacon for more.

(CACKLlNG)

You'll be happy to know, creeps,

that it looks like that opening
I told you about has been filled.

Once we hammer out
a few creative stiff-rences that is.

(CACKLlNG)