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Did I miss it?

I told ya, Minister. It wasn't a joke.

This is no ordinary web.

And this is no ordinary pig.

Well, it seems to me that you're a little off.

It seems to me that this is no ordinary spider.

Edith, it's just a common grey barn spider.

It can't read or write. But we have received a sign.

A mysterious sign. And look at the words that were chosen.

Mmm, I don't know, Homer.

How can an ordinary spider do anything like that?

What do you think, Minister Brown?

Well, Fern, I think I have a new subject

for my sermon on Sunday.

Our community has been witness to... a miracle.

The Zuckermans have fallen for it, and so has this minister,

who seems to carry some influence over

the other humans around here.

That's good, right?

It's very good. It also means we will have visitors soon...

And we must give them a show.

A show? But I don't know anything about

putting on a show.

The web says "some pig."

It's time to start acting like one.

Yeah... especially if you want to save your neck... from that.

Long before Sunday came, news of the Zuckermans' wondrous pig

spread clear up into the hills.

And curious farmers stood hour after hour at Wilbur's pen,

admiring the miraculous animal.

Charlotte was delighted with the way her trick was working.

She sat without moving a muscle, and listened

to the conversation of the people.

What a solid pig. How long and smooth he is!

I hear Minister Brown called it a miracle.

There's no other word for it!

Homer Zuckerman must be some farmer!

Here you go, Uncle Homer.

Thank you kindly.

Your Wilbur's a smash, Fern.

Look at all the attention we're getting!

Mama says to seek respect, not attention.

Well, your mama doesn't have all these plums to sell.

We need every bit of attention we can get.

And let's face it a little limelight can be fun

every once in a while.

Hey, look at me, everyone! I'm some boy!

Avery! Unless you're a bale of hay,

you got no business being up there.

Sorry.

Why are they leaving?

They're losing interest.

Give them a surprise. Stand up and make a sound!

Really?

-Yes! -Um hello, my name is Wilbur...

Well done! Now keep your knees straight

and touch the ground with your ears.

And-and now do a somersault into a handstand.

I did it, Charlotte! They love me!

Let's not get too big of a head,

but... yes, you have done well.

Thank you, folks! Let's hear it for Wilbur!

And don't forget to buy some plums!

Isn't this just wonderful?

I've never seen so many people.

And they're all here to see you.

Did you hear them clapping for me?

Of course they love you! Why wouldn't they?

Say, can you talk to the pig?

Sure I can! And he talks to me.

In fact, I can talk to all the animals.

"He swooped down and said I was the

prettiest, prettiest, prettiest goose."

The Goose likes to repeat words.

Dolores, Fern is quite the storyteller.

Mrs. Arable, your daughter has a wonderful imagination.

I have no idea where she gets it from.

Probably from me! Barney, have you tasted our plums yet?

You don't say!

Mr. Sheep says that the expression

"Straight from the horse's mouth"

actually came... straight from a horse's mouth!

I think the sheep is saying:

"Fern, you're full of bah-loney."

I wouldn't worry honey, all kids talk to animals.

She'll grow out of it.

You weren't there. Kids were laughing at her.

And Fern didn't even notice.

She was too busy lapping up the attention

like it was warm milk.

As long as she gets her chores done and isn't hurting anyone,

it all sounds to me like harmless fun.

She's spending so much time at Edith and Homer's.

Now she wants to have her birthday at their farm.

I'm worried that they might be rubbing off on her.

How do you figure?

You've seen them. They live in a dream world.

Can barely make ends meet and then they go investing

everything into a... A plum orchard.

It's foolish! And all this hoopla with the spiderweb

it's only making the situation worse.

I agree that Edith and Homer come at life

at a different angle than most folks,

but why should that matter? Doesn't cost us anything.

Sure it does! You sold them that pig for only six dollars!

I was just trying to help. Anyhow, Fern's a good girl.

She's an impressionable girl.

I want to raise her right, with a good head

on her shoulders and her feet on the ground.

C'mon, honey! Drop the sewing, let's get going!

You've been at that thing for hours.

It's my first time entering a quilt in the County Fair.

I want it to steal the show.

Oh, a dirty trick, Homer Zuckerman

Mama and Papa never dance!

How did you learn to cut a rug like that, boss?

Ah, well, now I knew that if I was to win the hand

of the dazzling Edith García, I'd need every trick

in the book.

So I learned to dance, rumba, foxtrot, jitterbug, mambo,

polka, Charleston, tango, cha-cha, waltz,

meringue, samba, and the Lindy Hop.

Oh, I'd have married you if you never danced a step.

It wasn't the rumba I loved, it was the dream.

What dream?

Well, Fern, as you know, I was stationed in France

during the war.

It was there I was reacquainted with the plum.

And the French really know how to wield the fruit's magic.

Tarts! Galettes! Sorbets!

He wrote home to me. He said he had a vision.

He wanted to make the plum America's new favorite fruit.

So when I got home, we poured everything into

those trees out there.

Everything?

And more. Took out a big loan, too. A dream is worth nothing

if you can't put your money where your mouth is.

Look, I'll be the first to admit that the plums didn't take off

as fast as I wanted, but now... Thanks to Wilbur,

folks are finally giving plums... and me...

A fighting chance.

All hail the Plum King of New England!

The Plum King of New England!

Hit it, Lurvy!

Glad to, Mrs. Zuckerman!

You really think Farmer Zuckerman changed his mind?

How could he not, not, not?

Isn't that wonderful, Charlotte?

Of course it is, dear.

So... big... what's so big?

Oh, no. The flies are spoiling all my work.

I almost feel sorry for you.

Nobody's gonna come to see this embarrassing spectacle.

That's no problem.

I can have it looking brand new by morning.

And then what? Everyone will just read the same thing

they've read a thousand times. Sorry, pig, the party's over.

It can't be true...

Hmm, Templeton may lack tact, but he raises a fair point.

Everyone! We must hold a meeting!

I shall begin by calling the roll. Wilbur?

Here!

Cow?

-Here. -Templeton?

Over here.

-Gander? -Here.

Goose?

Here, here, here.

What can't you just say "here"?

Why do you have to repeat everything?

It's my idio-idio-idiosyncrasy.

Goslings, one through four?

Here, here, here, here, here.

Thank you. And our tight-lipped friend Junior?

A nod will suffice.

And Old Sheep?

I've been here for ages.

I called this meeting in order

to get suggestions.

I need new ideas for the web. If anybody can think of another

message, or remark, I'll be glad to weave it into the web.

Any ideas?

Pig... Supreme.

Pig Supreme? That sounds like a rich dessert.

We do not want to associate Wilbur with food of any kind.

The word must speak to his character.

Small?

Pink, pink, pink?

These are physical attributes. Character comes from the inside.

Manure?

You two. What word came to mind when you first met each other?

Mmm... Hubba, Hubba, Hubba!

Terrific.

Awww! Hmmm.

Gander, you talk little but say much.

Terrific it is.

But I'm not terrific. I'm just about average for a pig.

You're terrific as far as I'm concerned

and that's what counts. You're my best friend

and I think you're sensational.

Don't you see? My plan is working, darling!

Zuckerman thinks you are an unusual pig

and therefore he won't want to kill you and eat you.

I dare say my trick will work and

Wilbur's life can be saved.

Wilbur was happy.

Charlotte had proven a true friend indeed.

But something now bothered the pig.

Ever since he learned of Zuckerman's plan,

all Wilbur had thought of was the axe hanging on the wall

in the barn cellar... and what that axe would do to him.

He had even grown accustomed to the idea.

But now that it seemed he would live, what would he do now?

What kind of pig would he become?

Hey, boss!

-What is it Lurvy? -Edith!

The news spread. People who had journeyed to see

Wilbur when he was "some pig" came back again

to see him now that he was "terrific."

Enjoy your plums, Mrs. Thompson.

Oh, these are for my old aunt Sally.

She's too feeble to make it all the way down here.

Darn shame, she'd love to see your special pig.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

We must keep our customers satisfied.

If they can't come to the pig...

We take the pig to them.

Take Wilbur where?

We're taking Wilbur to town to show him off

and sell some plums.

To town? May I come, please?

Of course! How else will we know what Wilbur is saying?

Wilbur! Wilbur! You're never going to believe this!

Those were happy days for Wilbur.

He felt certain that his life was saved...

...And he took great delight in the attention

that everyone showered on him.

Folks, from the same farm that brought you "Some Pig,"

come and get "some plums!"

Guaranteed to put a smack on your lips,

a song in your heart...

And a tickle in your toes, ha ha! Take it away, Lurvy!

You're gonna love 'em! But hey don't take my word

for it, just ask old Wilbur here.

He says they're delicious!

You shouldn't talk with your mouth full, Wilbur.

Aww.

Fern, isn't that Henry Fussy over there?

You ought to invite him to your party tomorrow.

Do I have to?

Oh go on, the more the merrier!

Hi, Henry. What are you doing here?

I'm with my Grandma. She heard something was happening

on Main Street and wanted to see.

Um... say, would you like to come

to my birthday party tomorrow?

Why?

Because... you're my friend.

Mrs. Fussy didn't say anything.

I want you to come. You can... Teach me a new constellation.

Really?

Mhmm.

Gosh, thanks! I'll be there!

Great. See you soon.

That's quite a pig you got there.

Why, George! How are ya?

Yep, Wilbur is something, alright.

Well, how about your stock?

Any entries for the fair this year?

I do have one surly hog who might be a contender.

Thinking of naming him after me crotchety uncle.

But I dunno, Homer.

Ten years a loser... man's got to know when to back down.

Aw now, take it from me, George, good fortune

is like lightning, you never know when it will strike!

Maybe so. Say, you oughta enter Wilbur

into the fair this year.

Oh well, he's a swell pig, but he is a runt.

You never know.

What's he saying now, Fern?

He says it's his greatest pleasure to meet all of you!

For those who haven't met him before, this is my terrific pig Wilbur!

His favorite activities are eating, sleeping, and dancing.

Fern!

Hi, Mama!

What's wrong?

Hmmmph.

I didn't feed the chickens. I'm sorry!

When Uncle Homer said we were going to town,

I forgot all about my chores.

I'm lucky Farmer Dunn called.

If he hadn't spotted you parading on Main Street,

I wouldn't have known where to find you.

I wasn't parading. I was helping.

I'm the only one who can translate for Wilbur.

You neglected all your responsibilities

so you could pretend to talk to a pig?!

I'm not pretending.

Fern! He's talking again!

See? They need me.

Fern!

Fern's a child. She's just having a bit of fun.

If she didn't do her chores, it's not the end of the world.

At our farm, we take chores seriously.

And we don't?

You are using a dancing pig to sell plums!

You run a farm, not a circus!

No me dig as cómo hacer las cosas.

-Alguien tiene que hacerlo. -¡No me juzguez!

Nothing to look at.

Just a little family disagreement.

Anyhow, Edith, this is between me and Fern,

so I'll thank you for minding your own business.

Ugh!

Oh! And, did I tell you about the buildings?

They're as tall as this barn and they're all around!

Yes, Wilbur, I told you I've been to town before.

On my way to the fair.

But have you been to the feed store?

Farmers visit from all over.

Today was a really special day, of course,

because Fern and I were there...

You know, Junior, I'm really starting to appreciate

that you never talk.

And then Farmer Zuckerman gave me three plums

because I had done such a good job.

You know, Charlotte, I used to think I was average,

but... maybe I really am terrific.

You are, Wilbur. Now, get some rest or you'll be terrifically

exhausted come tomorrow.

Okay.

I wonder if Farmer Zuckerman would let me sleep in the house.

The barn's good enough for the rest of us.

Oh, I-I didn't mean... Never mind.

Although Wilbur should have felt a sense of deep satisfaction...

Something gnawed at him.

A sense his cup wasn't quite full.

Fame can make you see life in a different light.

What was once deeply satisfying now seems... small.

And it slowly becomes impossible to see things

as they really are. The whole world grows a bit...

...Off-kilter.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Fern Happy birthday to you ♪

Yeah!

It was unbelievable! Must have been a hundred people

on Main Street, all just to see Wilbur.

I'm glad I was there because without me,

nobody would know what he was saying.

I guess that's because I'm "some girl".

Thanks, Wilbur! He liked my joke.

Anyways, Zeke at the General Store told me personally that...

Hi, Fern! Did you hear the news?

There's a comet coming! At the end of August.

Henry, I was in the middle of...

It only comes every 92 years. It's once in a lifetime!

And so is my 9th birthday.

I'm sorry, Henry, but you need to worry about things

here on Earth, not up in outer space.

Everyone inside!

Not you, sonny boy. Back inside the barn you go.

But I'm part of the family! I should be in the house!

Ugh, it's not fair.

I should be inside at the party.

Good luck with that trick. In all my years,

I've only seen dogs and cats pull that off.

Fern wants me there. I know she does.

And besides, I helped Farmer Zuckerman

sell all those plums. I deserve better.

Well, look who's too good-good-good for the barn now.

So what if I am?! I'm Zuckerman's famous pig!

Well, you're only famous because of Charlotte.

Without her, you'd be Zuckerman's famous ham, heh.

-Templeton. -The webs wouldn't have worked

if what they said wasn't true.

Oh, yeah? Then what if Charlotte stopped

writing her webs?

Then I'd write my own.

I'll show you all!

Templeton, do you have any string hidden away

in that palace of yours?

Please tie one end to my tail.

Happy to oblige.

How do I start?

Just hurl yourself into space and let out a drag line

as you go down.

Oh... Okay, everybody watch!

Ahhhh!

Never seen a pig fly before... And I still haven't!

It's just my first try.

Wilbur, enough. You lack the two things

needed for spinning a web spinnerets and know-how.

Where are you going?

To the hay loft. A famous pig

shouldn't have to sleep in the cellar.

Now, hold on, Pig. That thing is danger-danger-dangerous!

Well, if I'm really some pig, then I should

be able to handle it.

Lesson 14.

♪ Sleep sleep sleep my only ♪

♪ Morning will come but soon ♪

♪ Don't weep don't be lonely ♪

♪ Sleep by the light of the moon ♪

I've never had this much fun before!

Can we go already?

But I want to stay here!

No, I want to live here!

Then I could dance forever and ever and ever!

Hmm, time to go, honey. You can dance at home.

But I can't dance at home! I can't do anything!

We never do anything fun. You and Mama are so boring!

Fern!

You don't talk about your family that way!

I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it...

This is your fault.

My fault?!

The more time she spends here, the more she becomes like you.

Una malcría!

The barn!

Wilbur!

Hurry, everyone, hurry! Quick, quick, quick!

Everyone, come on! Hurry, Junior, quick!

Hurry, hurry, hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry, please!

Thank you, Gander. Saved by the bill.

No! No... My palace! All my work!

I'll get the animals out of the barn!

Lurvy, get the pump going. Avery, grab some buckets.

Yes, sir!

Fire department is on the way. I'll grab the cellar animals.

Manita, no it's too dangerous.

You don't trust me?!

Stop fighting! Where's Wilbur?

Wilbur!

Wilbur!

Wilbur!

Okay, come on now, let's go, easy does it. Let's go.

Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur! Wilbur! Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur!

Wilbur! Wilbur, where are you?!

Now, hold on Fern, it's too dangerous!

I don't see him anywhere!

Wilbur!

Charlotte?

Over here!

Save me! Save me!

You're too big for me to carry, sweetheart.

But the humans are looking for you.

They don't know that you're up here.

You must holler as loud as you can.

Uhh ok...

Fern! Fern! Can you hear me? Please save me!

He's up there!

Hey Wilbur. Easy, pal, easy.

Now, it's just smoke. I got you. Come on, I got you.

You can do it, Wilbur!

Homer!

Here! Down here!

The fire was finally out and the humans

had left to tend to Homer.

But now darkness settled over everything

and Wilbur was very afraid.

A dozen times during the night, Wilbur woke and stared

into the blackness, wondering what the day would bring.

A rat can't get anything in this world.

This is your fault, pig.

I know. And I'm... I'm sorry.

What's the ruckus?

I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!

Oh, Wilbur. It's not your fault.

Don't you know how lightning works? It's electricity

in the sky. It has nothing to do with you.

No, Charlotte! You, all of you, have been nothing

but the best friends I could ever have!

And I... I thought I was too good for you.

And now Farmer Zuckerman is hurt and it's all my fault!

There, there, little fella. You didn't know any better.

He's right, right, right.

Oh, speak for yourselves! If he hadn't been hiding up

in the hay loft, the humans would've had more time

to put out the fire, ergo my supply might have been saved.

-So pig... I don't forgive you! -Shush, Rat! They're coming

Dr. Dorian's still with him.

He got here first thing this morning.

Try not to worry.

He's the best physician in the county.

I got those to safety, Mrs. Zuckerman.

We only lost five or six bushels.

All told, not so bad. And here's something for the doc.

Thank you. How's he doing, doctor?

Given the height of the fall, I'd say your husband's

a lucky man. Simple arm fracture.

He'll be in a sling for six weeks,

but he should make a full recovery

Gracias a Dios.

Looks like we have some long days ahead of us, Lurvy.

Whatever's needed, ma'am.

Thank you.

Much obliged. Call me if anything changes. Take care now.

Come on, Lurv. I'll help you straighten up inside.

A barn to fix, plums to sell, animals to feed...

You and John would never be in a mess like this.

Ay, man it a.

It's true. I believed in Homer but... Gosh, you were right.

We wasted our money on a half-baked plan,

and it was foolish.

I'm sorry I said those things last night.

They weren't true.

When Homer fell, I was so scared.

We all were. But he'll be fine.

I'm sorry I said you and Papa were boring.

It's okay. We probably could dance a little more.

How in the world will we ever pay for these repairs?

It's a good question.

What?

Fern, honey... with all these expenses piling up...

They'll probably have to sell Wilbur, sweetheart.

No, Fern! Please do something! I don't want to go!

You know that's what happens with farm animals.

We never should've encouraged you. It was our fault.

Fern? Fern?

You said "probably have to sell Wilbur".

Fern, please listen...

I don't want to give you any false hopes...

I'll be back!

It's simple. If I go to town and sell those plums,

that'll be more money to fix the barn.

Then they won't have to sell you at auction.

Will that really work?

See, in my walk of life, you get pretty familiar with economics.

And fixing a barn will cost ...yeah. Too many plums.

Don't listen to him, Wilbur.

I'll sell all the plums I can, okay? I got to go. Bye!

That sounds like a great plan... Doesn't it?

Heh. Better spin another one of your webs, Charlotte.

Templeton's right. We tricked the humans not once, but twice.

I say we give it another go.

Shall we find another word?

Absolutely! Sure! Yes, yes, yes!

Very good. Now what's the most wonderful word you can think of?

Sometimes life's greatest conundrums can only be solved

by the wisdom of a child.

You Goslings... what's the most wonderful word of all?

Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!

Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!

Charming but unhelpful.

They do say a picture is worth a thousand words.

I knew a sheepdog who tried to describe the ocean...

Let's stick to words, not pictures.

I know where to find words.

More words than you could ever imagine.

-Where? -I mean, I could withhold

the information on account

of my palace burning down thanks to the pig,

but luckily I am a rat of great integrity, so...

-Just tell us! -Out with it!

C'mon, Templeton!

Zuckerman's dump. People throw away all kinds of things.

Magazines, newspapers, catalogs, words galore!

Why, that's excellent.

How long will it take you to get there?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't remember

volunteering for this expedition.

Don't you like the dump?

Sure I do, but how's a tiny guy like me supposed to haul

a bunch of magazines and whatnot by myself?

Point taken. Could one of you go with Templeton?

Sure, I'll go, go, go!

No. Me.

But something could happen, happen, happen to you.

Better me than you.

Neither of you can go. Lurvy's sharp.

He'd catch on quick that you were gone.

That goes for all of us.

That just might work.

She is a quiet, little, quiet, little thing

And with so many goslings,

the farmhand wouldn't notice one missing. Templeton?

C'mon, Junior, let's see what you're made of.

I suppose you go to war with the army ya got.

Thank you!

Don't forget, tell all your friends!

Thanks again for helping me.

We must do what we can to help out,

but I don't want you getting your hopes too high.

Repairs are expensive.

-Oh, no! -What?

It's Henry Fussy. I don't want him to see me.

I was mean to him at my party.

Then you should apologize.

Not now!

Henry! Come here! Fern would like to speak with you.

So I told myself: "This is the last time ol' Templeton is riding the subway."

But you know, Junior? I don't regret my time in the city.

No. I mean, where do you think all these street smarts

came from, huh? A barn?

Fat chance.

I know you're sad, Wilbur, but look at it this way...

While you're down in the dumps, Templeton and Junior

are down at the dump.

I get it.

I should never have said any of those things.

It was selfish and thoughtless. And I'm sorry.

Okay.

And the thing is, I'd love to see that comet.

You said it yourself it's once in a lifetime.

Oh, that. Turns out, it's only going to be visible

for a few minutes after sunset.

And it's so close to the horizon,

the mountains and trees will make it darn near impossible to see.

I'm sure we can figure something out.

Want to stay and help us sell plums and we can talk?

Well, here ya go.

Our scummy Shangri-la.

The vermin Valhalla, Zuckerman's dump.

Bask in her beauty, sport, she's a wonder.

Whaddya think? What is it?

Is that a... That's a real live dictionary containing

every word in the English language!

Ah! Come on!

I'll scurry to the top, push the book to the ground,

tumble, tumble, tumble, and then you and me lug it home

in time for a midnight snack.

Good? You'll be my lookout,

so if you see something... Say... Uh, nothing, I guess.

What do you mean?

You can see everything in the country.

In town, I barely see Sirius and that's the most radiant star

in our solar system.

But town is so exciting!

There's no tall buildings near our farm at all,

and here they're everywhere.

What's the tallest building you've ever been to?

My grandpa took me

to the tower in the courthouse once.

Four stories up. He even pointed out your farmhouse to me.

Wow...

Henry! I've got it!

You said the comet was going to be too close

to the horizon...

-Yeah... -So we just need to get

high up enough to see it!

Didn't you say the comet was going to be in the sky the same

time as the County Fair?

The Ferris wheel!

I need four plums!

Sorry!

It's hard to pick,

but I think this'll be my greatest accomplishment.

The one they'll remember me for.

I'm glad you were here to see it, Junior.

Bullseye!

You tell your cronies Sheriff Avery is cleaning up

this town, ya hear?

Don't move, you lily-live red varmint.

...You greasy, grubby, good for no thin'...

T-T-T-T-T-Te...!

Templeton!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

You're in danger, danger, danger!

I'm gonna get you!

No time for the book. Run, run, run, run, run!

You take the high road, I'll take the low road!

Wow!

Ah!

Man down, let's roll!

Doggone it!

Uh, what's taking everybody so long?

When will they get back?

Well, we can only be patient, Wilbur.

Now stop this pacing. It's making me woozy.

Are you alright?

I'm just getting old, that's all.

Howdy, all.

Looks like we're having the same kinda day, Wilbur.

I'm so sorry, Farmer Zuckerman.

This is all my fault.

Please accept my apology.

Never met a pig like you, Wilbur.

Here, eat up, buddy.

Ha. Some king.

Whaddya think, Wilbur?

Is the sun ever gonna shine again?

We're sure gonna need something

to lift us outta these dark times.

If we time how long it takes for one turn

of the Ferris wheel, we'll know exactly when to get

on so we can see the comet at exactly the right time.

But it depends on how many people get on at each car.

Some revolutions might be slower, some might be faster.

We can time ten of them and then use the average?

Swell idea!

We only get one chance to see this thing, we can't mess up.

Wow, thanks, Fern!

The other kids at school make fun of me because

I have a telescope.

Well, they make fun of me because I talk to a pig.

Gosh, I almost forgot about Wilbur.

He's the whole reason we were selling all these plums in the first place.

If you hadn't been jabbering, jabbering, jabbering

like a fool the whole time...

...We could have gotten the dictionary before

the boy got there, got there, got there.

She talks?

Yup, a real chatterbox, too.

So she's like me, me, me after all!

Did you find a word?

Unfortunately, no. We almost scored a whole dictionary.

Woulda got it, too, but we were ambushed.

You're lucky we got home in one piece.

Let me help you, darling.

What luck! It's a piece of newsprint!

Does it have words?

Yes... Yes it does. Nicely done, Junior.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I don't care how big the rat was, everybody's trying

to help your aunt and uncle out and here you are fooling

around in the dump.

Your family needs you, son. Understood?

I'm sorry, Papa.

We're back!

How did we do?

Listen, I can't thank you enough for this, Fern.

It's a real help.

So we can keep Wilbur?

It is a real help, but it's not enough.

With all these expenses, it's too pricey

to keep feeding him.

Look, we all love Wilbur as much as you do...

No, you don't! You want to kill him!

-Fernanda! -No, she's right.

I apologise. I should've chosen my words better.

Oh honey, we know you love that pig more than anyone.

But... it's just not practical for us to keep Wilbur.

We'll take him to auction in the morning.

I'm sorry, Fern.

I'll go tell him.

On a cloudy night, a farm seems almost black.

And in the nothingness, a soul can feel lost,

confused, even hopeless.

But hope we must.

After all, a rebellious star can typically be counted

on to hold a grudge against the darkness.

And soon the eyes adjust.

And the night is seen anew.

Radiant.

Say, John. What do you reckon the prize is

for a blue ribbon pig these days?

I bet it's a pretty penny.

Sure could pay for these repairs.

Remember he is a runt.

Not in spirit, Edith. Not in spirit.

Hey, Lurvy.

-Yeah, boss? -I want you to build a crate

for Wilbur. Make it large.

And paint it with green and gold letters.

What will the letters say, sir?

Zuckerman's Famous Pig.

We're going to the county fair!

No pig ever had truer friends,

and Wilbur realized that friendship is one of the most

satisfying things in the world.

Oh, poor, poor Wilbur. He has no idea.

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