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- The quality

of the food really dips

when Nicky goes away

to cooking camp.

- [scoffs]

I don't know.

Dicky's brownie

looks pretty good.

- That's a grilled cheese.

- [muffled]

Yeah, it is.

- Don't look now,

but Nasty Nelly

and her War Pig posse

are over there.

- all: Where?

- I said, "Don't look."

Look at her.

- both: Where?

- I said, "Don't look."

- You also said, "Look."

- Yeah.

- You kind of did.

- I can't believe Nelly

is showing her face around here

after what she and her War Pigs

did to us last year.

Hey, what do you think

those War Pigs were doing

with that big pot of spaghetti

on the sidelines?

- No idea.

[squelching sound]

I was pulling pasta

out of my ears for weeks.

[shudders]

I haven't eaten spaghetti since.

- War Pigs comin' our way.

- Nice café.

Do you serve spaghetti in...

ear?

[laughter]

- What are you doing here,

Nelly?

- Just wanted to let

you Buffaloes know:

in case you're planning

on getting

a little payback

for last year, don't.

The War Pigs

are watching you.

[all snorting]

- Let's go, Pigs.

[snorting]

- Wait.

Payback for last year?

That's a great idea.

- You'd really

get payback for me?

- Yeah.

You mess with one Buffalo,

you mess

with the whole herd.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- We just have to

figure out how.

- Hey, guys, just reminding you,

it's Mom's birthday tomorrow,

and every year we--we mess up

by not getting her a gift,

but not this year.

Don't forget.

Get her something nice.

I, uh...

I got her this fancy

but expensive locket.

Huh?

Ooh.

Ah.

Ooh, ah.

She's gonna love it.

So you guys on board?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, sure am.

- Of course, got ya.

- Okay, good.

[box snaps shut]

Ooh!

Ah.

- I got it!

They messed with our mascot,

so we'll mess with theirs.

Let's steal their war pig.

all: Yeah!

Steal their pig!

Steal their pig!

Steal their pig!

We stole their stinkin' War Pig!

[wild cheering]

- And he's so cute.

all: Aww.

[pig farts]

all: Ew.

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ ♪

- This is so exciting!

I can't believe

we pulled off this pignapping.

- This is just phase one.

- Phase two is to get him

in an Edgewood

cheerleader costume

and post embarrassing pictures

on FaceShack.

- We'll be the heroes

of the whole school.

[cell phone chimes]

Dooley's on his way over

with a wig and tiny dress now.

- I feel so alive!

Revenge has changed me.

[deeper voice]

I'm Bad Boy Ricky now,

and I'm not afraid of anything.

[car door slams outside]

[shouting]

Ah! It's Nelly and the War Pigs!

Everybody hide!

Move!

- Oh, no.

Maybe they saw us take the pig

and followed us home.

- Nobody followed us.

[doorknob rattles]

- They followed us!

- Come on, run!

[all breathing heavily]

- That was close.

- Wait.

Where's the pig?

- [groans]

[pig snorting and squealing]

- Anne? Kids?

Anybody home?

- That's not Nelly.

That's Dad.

- Should we tell him

about the pig?

- What?

No one's telling Dad anything.

- So we're just going to

lie to him?

- Isn't the chance

of getting payback on Nelly

and the War Pigs

worth telling one little lie?

- Bad Boy Ricky would do it.

- Yeah, he would...

[deeper voice]

And he'd like it.

I'm in.

Let the lying begin.

- Okay, easy, Bad Boy.

We're only telling

one little lie.

Oh, here.

[pig snorting]

We can hide the pig in here.

Dad will never know.

- Good idea.

Things get lost in here.

I left a burrito

in a jacket over a month ago.

Still haven't found it.

- [sniffs]

Ugh.

Found it.

- Hey, what are you doing

in the closet?

- Uh...just hanging out.

[bell dings]

- Yeah.

We realized we have a whole room

that we never spend any time in.

[bell dings]

[whispering]

Okay. Two little lies.

- Well, stay out of there.

I got important stuff

in that closet.

Now come on.

Help me set up this cake

for your mom's birthday.

- Ooh, Mom's birthday.

When is it?

- Today.

- It is?

- It is?

- What--were you even

listening to me

when I told you yesterday?

Hey, kids.

Just reminding ya.

Blah, blah, blah.

Dad stuff.

Dad stuff, shiny thing.

Blah...

- Of course we were

listening to you.

[bell dings]

- Good, 'cause your mother

deserves

a great birthday present.

- Which we definitely got her.

[bell dings]

- [gasps]

all: Happy Birthday!

- Aw, you remembered.

- Of course we did.

- We also remembered

your favorite

birthday tradition:

cake for breakfast.

- Oh, Tom.

You shouldn't have.

- Well.

- [laughing]

Hmm.

"Happy Birthday for Tom?"

- What?

What?

No!

I said it was supposed to say

"Happy Birthday,"

and the order was for Tom.

Not "for Tom."

For Tom!

- It's okay.

It's still cake for breakfast.

- No, no, no, no!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

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

You deserve better.

Oh.

- No.

- Which is why we all got you

amazing gifts.

I'm gonna get mine...

mmm, out of the closet.

[kids exclaiming]

- Tom, I really wanted

that cake.

- [exclaims]

Pig! Pig in the house!

- Tom!

- No, no.

Real pig in the house!

- [exclaims]

[pig snorting and squealing]

Who brought this pig

into my house?

- Well, it definitely

wasn't me.

- Because I love pigs!

- Well, that's why

we got one for you.

[bell dings]

- kids: Happy birthday, Mom!

♪

[upbeat music]

- Guys,

what a thoughtful present.

Did you get me a pig

because you knew I had one

as a little girl growing up

on the farm?

- Uh...yeah.

[bell dings]

Right, guys?

- Uh, yes.

That is true.

- Totally.

- Mae helped too.

- Why'd you bring me into it?

- Sorry, if Bad Boy Ricky

goes down,

he's taking everybody with him.

- Well...

[sighs]

I got you a thoughtful gift

too, Anne.

But it looks like

our porky friend

made a meal out of it

in the closet.

[snorting]

[knocking at door]

- Hey, guys.

all: Hey, Dooley.

- Happy birthday, Mrs. H.

- Well, thank you, Dooley.

- Yeah.

Thanks, Dooley.

- Now down to business.

You got someplace we can talk?

- Yeah.

Have you seen our closet?

[laughs nervously]

[whispering]

Closet.

- They hang out in there now.

[pig snorting]

- I don't like

to toot my own horn,

but this is a Dooley doozy.

So...toot.

One pig-sized cheerleader outfit

as requested.

Go, Buffaloes!

- Look, Dooley, there's been

a tiny complication.

Turns out--

- Bup-bup-bup.

I only need to know

what I need to know.

- [laughs]

Bad Boy Ricky gets it.

This way, you're off the hook

if the law gets wise.

Nice.

- He's calling himself

"Bad Boy Ricky" now?

- Yes, he is.

- Dooley's gonna be honest

with you.

It's a tough sell.

[closet door opens, closes]

- What are we going to do?

- If we still want to be

the school heroes,

we're gonna have to get

that pig away from Mom

so we can finish our revenge.

- But how?

[dog barking]

- Squishy!

We'll convince Mom this house

isn't big enough

for Squishy and the pig.

- Dooley, this is lovely.

How did you find a picture

of my grandmother?

- Bup-bup-bup.

- I got her a necklace first.

- That's a good, good boy.

[dog growling]

- Oh, no, Mom,

it looks like Squishy

doesn't like the pig.

- I hate to say it, but we might

have to give the pig back.

[dog barking]

- Squishy agrees.

- No, back on the farm,

it always took a while

for a pig to warm up to a pup.

They'll love each other

by the time

we take the family portrait.

- Whose family portrait?

- Ours.

Don't you remember?

It's my birthday gift to myself.

We're taking it this afternoon

when Nicky gets back from camp.

I told you about it yesterday.

[kids chanting

"Steal their pig!"]

- Honey, do me a favor.

Blah, blah.

Wife stuff, wife stuff.

Blah, blah, blah.

Don't forget.

You totally forgot.

- No, I didn't.

[bell dings]

- Okay, well, since you

remembered, you also remember

that we'll all be wearing crisp,

white linen shirts

for the portrait.

Oh, can you pick up

a little one for the piggy, too?

- Where the heck

am I supposed to find

a crisp, white linen shirt

for a pig?

- Psst.

- [exclaims]

- Go to this address.

Knock on the back door.

[whispering]

Ask for Doug.

[pig snorting]

- Oh, you're so cute.

I'm gonna call you...

[gasps]

Tooty Snoots!

- Okay, fine.

You know I'm a sucker

when you give me nicknames.

Tooty Snoots.

- You come on, Tooty Snoots.

- Wait.

Where are you going?

- You can't leave with the pig.

- Well, how else am I supposed

to give Tooty a bath

before his portrait?

- We're never going to get

that pig away from her.

- Maybe we should just

let her keep it.

- You mean actually

steal the pig

from Nelly and the War Pigs?

[deeper voice]

B.B.R. likes it.

Bad Boy Ricky

likes to abbreviate.

- It's probably better

for the pig anyway.

There's no way Nelly

and those War Pigs

could love it

as much as your mom does.

- I loved that pig

more than anyone

could ever love anything.

- So I was wrong.

- And if I find out

someone took him,

they're gonna pay.

The team and I are going

all around the neighborhood

with these flyers,

trying to find him.

His name is Pigsley Coleman.

He's named after our coach.

- Your coach's name is Pigsley?

- No, Coleman.

You have to let me know

if you see him.

- Who?

Your coach?

- No, the pig.

- But you're also looking

for your coach?

- No.

- Then why'd you put his face

on the flyer?

- That's a pig.

- Huh. All right.

- So have you seen him or not?

all: No.

[bell dinging]

- But there is a great big world

out there.

I mean, he could be anywhere

but here.

- He could be anywhere.

I'm never gonna find him.

He may be the team's mascot,

but I was the one who raised him

since he was a little baby pig.

Oh, Pigsley!

Pigsley!

- Wow, she really loved

that pig.

- Or her coach.

- Could you please excuse us

a second?

- All right, now we have

two people

who love the same pig.

What do we do?

- Tell everybody the truth

and accept the consequences.

- [laughing]

[deeper voice]

Here's how it's going down.

We get Dooley to score us

an identical pig,

do the old switcheroo

with Pigsley,

then sneak him back to his digs,

and no one's the wiser.

Capisce?

- Who are you?

- I'm B.B.R., dang it.

- You know

that's Mom's hat, right?

- B.B.R. don't care.

- All right.

I'll text Dooley.

- Nelly, we're really sorry

about Pigsley,

but I wouldn't worry.

I'm sure he'll show up

before you know it.

[pig squeals]

- [whispering]

Or he'll show up now.

- [whispering]

We got Mom.

You guys take Nelly.

- So, Nelly.

Tell us more about

this "Pigsley" of yours.

- Okay, Tooty Snoots.

- Hey, Mom.

Where are you going?

- Oh, I'm just

taking Tooty upstairs

to dry him off after his bath.

- No, you can't!

- What? Why not?

- Because we really want you to

tell us about life on the farm.

[bell dings]

Bet you had a lot

of good stories

about sheep, huh?

- No, we didn't have any sheep.

- What about chickens?

- Nope.

- Cows?

- No.

- A funny donkey?

- [laughs nervously]

[pig squealing]

- Is that oinking?

- Uh, no, that's not oinking.

That's...

- Dawn.

- Yeah, she has really bad

allergies.

[bell dings]

In fact, we all do,

right, Dicky?

[bell dings]

[coughing and hacking]

[both coughing]

[pig squealing]

- That sounds just like Pigsley.

[crying]

I miss him so much!

[sobbing]

- Who's crying

in the living room?

- It's...

Dad!

[bell dings]

Yeah, he is all broken up

about the whole

birthday gift thing.

- Aww.

Yeah, I should go check on him.

- Wait, Mom!

No!

Oh.

[whispering]

Where are they?

- [whispering]

I don't know.

- I just tried to get you

another cake, Anne.

- Aw.

- Mm-hmm.

- "Happy Birthday, Dan."

Hmm.

Who's Dan?

- You are, Anne.

You're Dan.

I'd like to say it's short

for "Darling Anne,"

but it isn't.

I swear that Schneider's Bakery

wants me to fail.

- Honey, it's okay.

As long as you got

this little guy a shirt

for the family portrait,

I'm gonna have a happy birthday.

- I'll be right back, Dan.

- Oh, hey, get lunch

for the kids.

I won't have time to make lunch

before the photographer

gets here.

And you and your brothers

need to get ready.

- Will do!

As soon as I find out

where the heck they are.

[phone chimes]

- Oh, Dicky just texted us.

They took Nelly out to

"pretend to look for harp egg."

Wait, I think that's supposed

to say "look for her pig."

- Ugh. Dicky never checks

his autocorrect.

[phone chimes]

- I guess that's why

he just texted

that he and Ricky

"will be bite rack

in a mint newt."

♪ ♪

- Where are they?

Finally.

Okay, how'd it go with Nelly?

- Perfect.

She's totally off our trail.

- And Nelly's actually

pretty cool.

We're FaceShack friends now.

- You are?

- Yeah, we have a lot

in common.

She lost her pig.

I stole her pig.

I guess that's it.

[phone chimes]

Dooley's almost here.

- Great.

As soon as Mom comes down,

we get the pig from her,

make the switcheroo,

and we're back on track

for payback.

Here.

- Okay.

You kids ready for the picture?

- Absolutely.

- Great.

- Oh, and I love

that new hair clip.

- What new hair clip?

- Oh, the one that's moving

in your hair.

- What?

- Okay, bug in you hair!

Bug in your hair!

- Oh, get it out!

Come on!

Come on, help!

Help!

Get it out!

Did you get it?

- I think I did.

Got it!

[bell dings]

- [exhales]

- But ya...

might want to run a brush

through that.

- Right. Thank you.

Okay.

- We'll watch Tooty Snoots

for you.

- Oh, okay.

Here you go.

[pig squealing]

- Okay.

Finally we can end this mess.

- I've said it before,

and I'll say it again.

Toot.

- What did you do?

- Dooley brought

what Dicky texted.

- I texted "We need to get Mom

an identical pig."

- No, you texted,

"We need to get a monkey

that dances a jig."

- Oops.

- But as long as he's here...

- Hit it, Bobo!

[folk dancing music]

♪ ♪

- What?

Dicky see,

Dicky do.

♪ ♪

[folk dancing music]

♪ ♪

- What are we going to do now?

Mom is definitely

going to notice

if we try to switch the pig

with a monkey.

B.B.R. is starting to panic!

- Dooley, we need a pig.

- [groans]

My pig guy's out of town

until Thursday.

But let me tell you

what I'm gonna do for you.

The monkey?

Yours.

- Dooley, we can't--

- Bup-bup-bup-bup.

- What are we supposed to do

with this monkey?

[doorbell rings]

- That's the photographer.

Let her in!

- [whispering]

Closet. Come on.

- All right, come on.

- Come here.

- Come on.

If you get hungry, there's

a burrito in the gray jacket.

I hope she's not color-blind.

- Okay, all better.

Hey, where's my little piggy?

- [stammering]

He went to market?

[all laughing nervously]

- Kids, I have something

for you in the kitchen!

- Maybe Dad has him.

- Yeah.

[doorbell rings]

- Well, I'm sure

the pig's in good hands.

- Hey, check it out.

I took care

of our little pig problem...

and I got us a delicious meal

at the same time.

- Is that a b-b-b-baby back?

- Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

These are the freshest ribs

I've ever had.

Right, Squish?

- Is that a curly pig tail?

- Okay, guys, get in here!

Nicky's home

and the photographer's ready.

- Coming!

Boy, that little porker

was finger-lickin' good.

[laughs, snorts]

Nicky!

- Dad and Squishy ate the pig!

- I knew they hated it,

but that seems extreme.

- Leave it!

- Let's go, kids.

The photographer's on the clock.

- Nicky, how was cooking camp?

- Nicholas.

- Hey, Nicky.

- It was good.

- You will not believe what has

gone on since you've been gone.

- Hey, guys,

where is Tooty Snoots?

- You're looking at him.

- Why is she calling Dad

"Tooty Snoots"?

- He's not Tooty Snoots.

- The pig was Tooty Snoots.

- We took him.

- And tried to hide him.

- But Dad turned him

into barbecue.

- Wow.

Is there any left?

'Cause I haven't eaten

since this morning.

I mean...

how horrible.

- Give us our pig back!

- Who are you?

- We're the War Pigs,

and Pigsley is ours.

We know you took him.

Here's the proof:

a selfie Dicky posted

this morning on FaceShack.

- #pignapping.

- Dicky, why would you post

that picture?

- Dude, if your hair looked

that good, you'd post it too.

- Sorry, guys, I've only got

five minutes to do this,

so we have to get going.

- Okay, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Five minutes?

- I had a coupon.

- Wait!

What are you doing?

What about our pig?

- Big smiles.

- Can anyone tell me why

this angry girl

keeps calling my pig hers?

- It doesn't matter anyway,

because Dad ate the pig!

- What?

- What?

- I didn't eat the pig!

- But you said you

took care of the pig problem.

- What? Oh.

Oh, no.

I got those baby backs

from Doug's Ribs,

Rubs, and Tiny Shirts.

And then I--I grabbed some--

some lunch after

I picked up the pig's shirt.

- But Squishy had the pig's tail

in his mouth.

- Well, that was

just a curly fry.

- So if he didn't eat him,

where's our pig?

- Okay, why does she keep saying

it's theirs?

- Because it kind of maybe

just a little is theirs?

- What?

- Keep smiling.

- We're sorry, Mom.

We just wanted revenge.

- On Nelly and her team

for filling my buffalo head

with spaghetti.

- So anyway, the truth is...

[tape fast-forwarding,

counter clicking]

[bell dings]

And now that

you're all caught up

on how we got here...

we're really sorry.

We didn't mean for any

of this to happen.

- We just started lying,

and we couldn't stop.

- Bad Boy Ricky was feelin' it!

- Who?

- But it's over.

No more lies.

- Well, I appreciate you kids

finally telling the truth,

but where is

this poor girl's pig?

- all: Uh...

[pig shrieking]

- Pigsley!

Come here, Pigsley.

[pig squealing]

Come here.

- See?

Everything worked out fine.

So we're even, right?

- Oh, no.

We'll settle this

on the soccer field.

Let's go, War Pigs.

[snorting]

[door slams]

- So you forgot my birthday,

and you didn't get me a present.

- No.

- We...

- Uh...

- Got you a monkey!

[bell dings]

- And not just any monkey.

Hit it, Bobo.

- No, no.

Don't hit it, Bobo.

That's my locket.

Now give it back.

Thank you.

[camera shutter clicks]

- ♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪