Aaahh!
Once upon a time there were three little pigs.
Every night, Michael's parents read Michael a story.
It was the toy's favorite time of the day.
The first little pig built a house of straw.
One night, Michael heard the story of the three little pigs,
and the toys drank in every word.
Little pig, little pig, let me in.
When the story was over, Michael was fast asleep.
But all the toys were wide awake.
It was the most exciting story they'd ever heard.
Oh, that was a wonderful story, and very nicely written, too.
I liked the wolf the best.
I thought his character was very well rounded.
Johnson, that story had me on the edge of my seat.
Boy, they don't write them like that anymore.
Is the story starting soon?
Oh, I'm afraid you missed the story, Squeaky.
Where have you been?
In there, waiting.
Mcduff promised to knock on my door just before the story started.
Oh, well, it can't be helped now.
You'll hear a story tomorrow night, Squeaky.
Yes.
But you promised.
If I don't hear one now, I'll throw a tantrum and go berserk.
And no pig's better!
What are we going to do, Johnson? No one can control her when she's in this mood.
Oh, and we won't get any sleep.
Tell her a story, I guess.
A story? Us? But we don't know any stories.
We just heard one tonight. We'll tell her about the three little pigs.
And the wicked wolf! Don't forget him!
This should be fun.
Yes.
We can all be in the story.
Oh, good!
Now, who wants to be a pig?
Me! Me! Me!
Me! Me! I want to be a pig! Me!
Me! Me! Me!
Does anyone have any objections if I'm the big bad wolf?
Oh, no.
Hmm?
Ah!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
It took the toys all night to get their story ready.
Squeaky was greatly excited.
Now, Squeaky, you stay here and you'll be able to watch the whole story.
Oh, goody!
And this is the story the toys told Squeaky.
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs.
A scruffy pig, who was thin and musical.
A noisy pig, who was loud and noisy.
And a quite big pig, who was pink and thoughtful.
Hmm.
The scruffy pig lived in a scruffy house made of scraps of material and paper.
Boink!
The noisy pig lived in a noisy house.
Roar! Roar!
Grrrr! Grrrr!
Which was made of cardboard and which he called a garage.
While the quite big thoughtful pig was in the process of building a quite big thoughtful looking house
which was strong and solid and sturdy.
But, quite big pig, why do you want such a strong and sturdy house?
Yeah.
Because I heard there's a wicked wolf that goes around blowing down little pigs' houses.
A wicked wolf blowing down houses?
Why would he want to do that?
Yeah, quite big pig. Pull the other one.
Because he loves eating little pigs.
And he'll huff and he'll puff and he'll blow your houses down.
Just wait and see if he doesn't.
A wicked wolf that eats little pigs.
A wicked wolf? That's me, that's me. I'm on.
Thank you.
Oh, come on, Alfred. Get on with it, all right?
Yeah. What a plan.
What? You'll be happy when I'm finished with you, scruffy pig.
Ooh.
Oh, Squeaky.
Yes, Alfred?
I don't know if you know this, but I am a direct descendant of that marvellous actor, Sir Ralph Waterbottle.
Aye?
Oh, get real.
Hmm. Scruffy pig, scruffy pig, let me come in.
Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin.
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in.
And the wolf huffed and he puffed and blew the house in.
Oh.
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Oh, not so hard, Alfred. Be careful, my house.
Ah-ah-ah-ah.
Oh, oh, oh. My house.
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
You'd better come in here, Macduff. Looks like a breeze has blown up.
Oh, that's not the breeze, Diesel. It's the wicked wolf.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Let me in, quick, Diesel.
Then the wicked wolf approached the garage made of cardboard and called out,
Noisy pig, noisy pig, let me come in.
Oh, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin.
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your garage in.
And he huffed and he huffed and he blew the garage in.
Oh, no.
Oh.
Quick, Diesel.
We're going. Oh.
Oh.
Ah.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Ooh, what are you two pigs doing out on such a stormy night?
It's the wicked wolf, Quite Big Pig.
Yes.
He blew our houses in.
Yes. And I think he wants to turn us into ham.
Yes.
Oh, then I think you'd better come into my strong and sturdy house.
Oh, thank you, Quite Big Pig.
Yeah, thanks, Quite Big Pig. You're a sport.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
When the wolf dropped by the last house, the Quite Big Pig was ready.
Oh, Quite Big Pig, Quite Big Pig, let me come in.
No, not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in.
Ha-ha. I want to say this.
Hey, wolf, haven't you heard of building blocks?
Yes.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
And he huffed and he puffed
and he huffed and he puffed
and he blew and he blew and he blew as hard as he could.
Oh.
But when the dust settled,
the Quite Big Pig's strong and sturdy house was still standing.
Bless you, Diesel.
Oh. Oh.
Oh, blithering blazers.
I'm all huffed and puffed out.
Oh. Oh.
Now, why you want to go around blowing down Little Pig's houses, Mr Wolf?
I'll never know.
Oh, it's a housing shortage.
I don't have anywhere to live and it's so lonely out here.
Well, you can move in here if you like.
We've got plenty of room.
Oh, could I? Oh, how kind of you.
As long as you don't try and turn us into ham.
Oh, yes, of course.
So, the Big Bad Wolf entered the Little Pig's house
and they all lived happily ever after.
Hooray!
Did you like the story, Squeaky?
Squeaky?
Where is she?
Squeaky?
That story was too scary.
I'm running in the wardrobe.
The Wicked Wolf can't blow this in.
Oh!
Wicked Wolf.
Robo.
Squeaky.
We did a terrific job.
Look, look at all the live, huh?
It's a fire.
Where are you?
A fire!
Look at that.