[COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO]
[MOO]
Narrator: THIS OLD WORLD IS FILLED WITH WONDERS,
BUT TO ME THERE'S NO PLACE MORE WONDERFUL
THAN A FARM IN SPRINGTIME,
WHEN THE SUN IS JUST LIFTING ON THE SKYLINE.
THE AIR IS SO SWEET,
AND EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK,
LITTLE MIRACLES ARE HAPPENING.
BUDS SWELL INTO BLOSSOMS,
EGGS HATCH,
YOUNG ARE BORN.
EVERYTHING'S OFF TO A FRESH START,
AND LIFE IS GOOD AND BUSY AND BRAND-NEW.
[PEEPING]
AROUND THE BARNYARD,
BIG FAMILIES ARE A BLESSING.
THE MORE, THE MERRIER.
[GRUNTING]
ROOT AND GRUNT,
PUSH AND SHOVE,
ROOM FOR EVERYBODY.
WELL,
EVERYBODY EXCEPT THE RUNT.
[SQUEALING]
JOHN ARABEL HAD BEEN UP SINCE DAYBREAK.
HE'D SEEN THE PIG'S SIZE,
AND HE WASN'T LOOKING FORWARD
TO WHAT HAD TO BE DONE.
GOOD MORNING, PAPA.
MORNING, FERN.
HERE ARE THE EGGS, MAMA.
THANK YOU, FERN.
WHAT'S PAPA DOING WITH THAT AX?
SOME PIGS WERE BORN LAST NIGHT.
WHY DOES HE NEED AN AX?
ONE PIG WAS A RUNT.
YOUR FATHER HAS TO DO AWAY WITH IT.
DO AWAY WITH IT? YOU MEAN KILL IT?
WELL, YES.
BECAUSE IT'S SMALLER THAN THE OTHERS?
THE PIG WOULD PROBABLY DIE ANYWAY.
PAPA!
PAPA! STOP! DON'T!
DON'T KILL IT! IT'S UNFAIR!
FERN, YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO CONTROL YOURSELF.
CONTROL MYSELF?
THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH,
AND YOU SAY CONTROL YOURSELF.
I KNOW MORE ABOUT RAISING PIGS THAN YOU.
A WEAKLING MAKES TROUBLE.
NOW RUN ALONG.
BUT IT'S UNFAIR.
IF I HAD BEEN VERY SMALL,
WOULD YOU HAVE KILLED ME?
OH, CERTAINLY NOT.
A LITTLE GIRL IS ONE THING.
A RUNTY PIG IS ANOTHER.
I DON'T SEE ANY DIFFERENCE.
THIS IS THE MOST TERRIBLE CASE OF INJUSTICE
I EVER HEARD OF.
I'VE GOT A MIND TO LET YOU RAISE THIS PIG.
THEN YOU'D SEE WHAT TROUBLE A PIG CAN BE.
OH, PAPA.
WOULD YOU?
PLEASE?
ALL RIGHT. HE'S YOURS.
SAVED FROM AN UNTIMELY DEATH.
OH. LOOK AT HIM.
HE'S ABSOLUTELY PERFECT.
[OINK]
HIS NAME IS...
WILBUR.
A PIG DOESN'T GROW FAT ON KISSES AND HUGS.
NOW TAKE HIM INSIDE AND FEED HIM.
[RIBBIT]
JOHN ARABEL, YOU'VE GONE SOFT.
ISN'T HE PRECIOUS?
CAN I HAVE ONE, TOO?
I ONLY DISTRIBUTE PIGS TO EARLY RISERS.
FERN WAS UP AT DAYLIGHT, FIGHTING INJUSTICE.
[RIBBIT RIBBIT]
SEEMS YOU'VE ALREADY GOT MORE WILDLIFE
THAN YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF, AVERY.
[OINK OINK]
¶ THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE TO US ¶
¶ THAN YOU AND ME
¶ IT MUST BE TANGLED UP SOMEHOW ¶
¶ WITH DESTINY
¶ I USED TO THINK THE SUM OF 1 AND 1 ¶
¶ WAS 2
¶ BUT WE ADD UP TO MORE, ME AND YOU ¶
¶ WHEN WE ARE CLOSE TOGETHER ¶
¶ IT'S SO PLAIN TO SEE
¶ TOGETHER WE ARE BETTER THAN WE USED TO BE ¶
¶ I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY THE THINGS I'M THINKING OF ¶
¶ BUT THE SOMETHING-MORE I'M FEELING ¶
¶ MUST BE LOVE
¶ I USED TO THINK THE SUM OF 1 AND 1 WAS 2 ¶
¶ BUT WE ADD UP TO MORE, ME AND YOU ¶
¶ I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY THE THINGS I'M THINKING OF ¶
¶ BUT THE SOMETHING-MORE I'M FEELING ¶
¶ MUST BE LOVE
[VIOLIN PLAYING OFF-KEY]
Narrator: BUT TO A BOY NAMED HENRY FUSSY,
FUN WAS SOMETHING HE'D ONLY HEARD ABOUT.
HENRY.
WHERE DID YOU GET THE PIG?
PAPA GAVE HIM TO ME
BECAUSE HE WAS THE R-U-N-T.
LET ME HOLD HIM.
YOU KNOW, HENRY,
YOU OUGHT TO HAVE A DOG OR SOMETHING.
WELL, MOTHER SAYS PETS ARE UNSANITARY.
WILBUR'S NOT.
HE'S CLEAN AS A WHISTLE.
HENRY FUSSY, YOU PUT THAT THING DOWN!
[CRASH]
SHOO! SHOO!
GET OUT!
SHOO! SHOO!
ALL RIGHT, WILBUR. MAKE A WISH.
THIS PIG NOW SITS AT THE TABLE LIKE FAMILY?
IT'S WILBUR'S BIRTHDAY, PAPA.
HE'S 2 WEEKS OLD.
IT'S TIME FOR HIM
TO START BEHAVING LIKE A PIG.
TONIGHT HE STARTS SLEEPING OUTSIDE.
BUT--BUT, PAPA--
DON'T BUT PAPA ME.
TAKE THAT PIG OUTSIDE WHERE IT BELONGS.
IT'S MY OLD COMFY BLANKET, WHEN I WAS LITTLE.
YOU'LL BE NICE AND WARM.
GO ON IN. TRY IT.
GOOD NIGHT, WILBUR.
I'LL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING.
[OINK]
YOU'LL BE JUST FINE.
GO TO SLEEP NOW.
[OINK]
OH, WILBUR.
¶ THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE TO US ¶
¶ THAN YOU AND ME
[HUMMING]
[HOOTING]
[THUNDER]
[SQUEALING]
JOHN, WAKE UP!
ROBBERS!
H-HUH?
[SQUEALS]
HELP, PAPA!
THERE'S A GHOST IN MY BED!
[OINK OINK?]
Narrator: WILBUR WAS WHAT FARMERS CALL A SPRING PIG,
MEANING HE WAS BORN IN SPRINGTIME.
WHEN HE WAS 6 WEEKS OLD,
HE'D GROWN SO,
YOU'D NEVER HAVE KNOWN HE STARTED LIFE AS A RUNT.
WILBUR HAD GOTTEN SO BIG, IN FACT,
THAT JOHN ARABEL DECIDED
IT WAS TIME HE STOPPED BEING A PET
AND STARTED BEING A PIG.
HE'S GOT TO GO, FERN.
PAPA, NO!
YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN RAISING A BABY PIG,
BUT WILBUR'S GOT TO BE SOLD.
HE'S NOT A BABY ANYMORE,
AND HIS BROTHERS AND SISTERS
ARE ALREADY SOLD.
OH, PAPA.
[SOBBING]
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH FERN?
FERN'S LEARNING THE HARD FACTS OF FARM LIFE.
OH, WILBUR.
[SOBBING]
Narrator: THE NEXT DAY WAS THE SADDEST ONE
FERN AND WILBUR HAD EVER KNOWN.
THE YOUNG PIG WAS TAKEN FROM HIS HOME
UNDER THE APPLE TREE AND SOLD DOWN THE ROAD
TO FERN'S UNCLE HOMER ZUCKERMAN.
[SOBBING]
GOOD-BYE, WILBUR.
GOOD-BYE, WILBUR!
GOOD-BYE.
SORRY, SONNY, SORRY.
I'M SITTING, SITTING ON MY EGGS,
BUT IF YOU'D LIKE TO COME HERE AND TALK,
YOU'RE WELCOME, WELCOME, WELCOME.
CAN'T YOU TALK, TALK, TALK?
[OINK]
YOU PROBABLY--OBABLY COULD IF YOU TRIED.
[OINK]
TRY, TRY, TRY.
[OINK]
W-W-W-W...
[OINK]
OH, YOU CAN DO BETTER, BETTER,
BETTER THAN THAT.
W-W-W-WILBUR!
VERY GOOD.
VERY GOOD!
W-W-WILBUR!
WILBUR!
THERE, THERE, THERE.
YOU SPEAK VERY WELL.
I CAN TALK.
I CAN TALK!
¶ I CAN ACTUALLY, FACTUALLY TALK ¶
¶ ISN'T IT GREAT
¶ THAT I ARTICULATE?
¶ ISN'T IT GRAND
¶ THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND? ¶
¶ I DON'T GRUNT, I DON'T OINK ¶
¶ I DON'T EVEN SQUEAK OR SQUAWK ¶
¶ WHEN I WANNA SAY A SOMETHING ¶
¶ I OPEN UP AND TALK
¶ I CAN TALK
¶ I CAN TALK, TALK, TALK
¶ I CAN TALK
¶ I POP WITH PERSPICACITY ¶
¶ I'M LOADED WITH LOQUACITY ¶
¶ MY VOCALIZED VERACITY IS TOPS ¶
¶ SEMANTICALLY EACH BIT OF ME'S ¶
¶ THE VERBALIZED EPITOME ¶
¶ MY PLETHORY OF PATTER NEVER STOPS ¶
¶ ISN'T IT GREAT
¶ THAT I ARTICULATE?
¶ ISN'T IT GRAND
¶ THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND? ¶
¶ I DON'T WHOCK, I DON'T WHEEK ¶
¶ I DON'T EVEN SQUEAK OR SQUAWK ¶
¶ WHEN I WANNA SAY A SOMETHING ¶
¶ I OPEN UP AND TALK
¶ I CAN TALK
¶ I CAN TALK, TALK, TALK
¶ I CAN TALK
¶ IT'S WONDROUS AND MYSTICAL ¶
¶ I'M HARDLY EGOTISTICAL ¶
¶ BECAUSE OF THIS LINGUISTICAL APLOMB ¶
¶ BUT SPEAKING QUITE PRAGMATICALLY ¶
¶ MY SELF-ESTEEM EMPHATICALLY ¶
¶ DRAMATICALLY IMPROVED SINCE I WAS DUMB ¶
¶ ISN'T IT GREAT
¶ THAT I ARTICULATE?
¶ ISN'T IT GRAND
¶ THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND? ¶
¶ I DON'T HONK, I DON'T EEK ¶
¶ I DON'T EVEN SQUEAK OR SQUAWK ¶
¶ WHEN I WANNA SAY A SOMETHING ¶
¶ I OPEN UP AND TALK
¶ I CAN TALK
¶ I CAN TALK, TALK, TALK ¶
¶ I CAN...
WHY DON'T YOU KEEP IT DOWN?
¶ I CAN TALK
NOW, AREN'T YOU GLAD, GLAD, GLAD?
NO. I'M STILL SAD, SAD, SAD.
I MISS FERN.
SOOEY!
PIG, PIG, PIG, PIG! HERE, PIG!
HMM.
[SNIFFS]
[SNIFF SNIFF]
SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH THAT NEW PIG, HOMER.
HE WON'T TOUCH HIS SLOPS.
PROBABLY NEEDS A SPRING TONIC.
GIVE HIM SOME SULFURED MOLASSES.
ALL RIGHT.
HERE, PIG!
HERE YOU GO, WILBUR.
[SQUEALING]
TAKE THIS.
THERE YOU GO.
OOH--OOH--OOH.
OOH, OOH.
HEY!
THIS PIG IS A FAINTER.
YOU HAVE A GOOD HOME, HOME HERE.
WHY AREN'T YOU HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY?
I MISS FERN.
HMM.
YOU'RE QUITE A PIG.
Narrator: IT FELT GOOD TO HEAR A WORD OF PRAISE,
BUT WHAT HE REALLY WANTED WAS A FRIEND.
BETTER EAT, WILBUR.
I DON'T WANT FOOD.
I WANT A FRIEND.
WILL YOU PLAY WITH ME?
I'M NO FLIBBERTY--IBBERTY JIBBIT.
I'M STAYING HERE AND HATCHING MY GOSLINGS.
WILL YOU PLAY WITH ME, TEMPLETON?
PLAY? I HARDLY KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD.
IT MEANS TO RUN AND SKIP AND MAKE MERRY.
I NEVER DO ANY OF THOSE THINGS...
IF I CAN AVOID THEM.
I PREFER TO SPEND MY TIME SPYING...
[SNIFFS]
AND HIDING, AND, UH...
EATING.
HELP YOURSELF.
I'M NOT HUNGRY.
WANT TO PLAY?
MAY I, PAPA?
CERTAINLY NOT.
IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU CAN'T GET OUT OF YOUR PEN.
IN THE SECOND PLACE,
SHEEP DO NOT PLAY WITH PIGS.
WHY NOT?
IT'S A MATTER OF STATUS.
SHEEP, FOR INSTANCE, ARE HIGHLY REGARDED BY ZUCKERMAN
BECAUSE WE FURNISH HIM WITH GOOD QUALITY WOOL.
WITH PIGS, IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME.
TIME TILL WHAT?
TILL YOU'RE FAT ENOUGH TO KILL.
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
OH, EVERYBODY KNOWS IT. IN THE FALL
YOU'LL BE TURNED INTO SMOKED BACON AND HAM.
JUST AS SOON AS COLD WEATHER SETS IN,
THEY'LL KILL YOU.
OH!
TEMPLETON!
HMM?
TEMPLETON, WOULD YOU DO
SOMETHING--OMETHING-- OMETHING ABOUT WILBUR,
PLEASE?
[GULP]
OW!
IS IT TRUE WHAT THE OLD SHEEP SAYS?
IS THAT AWFUL THING TRUE?
IT'S A DIRTY--IRTY TRICK,
BUT IT'S TRUE.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO STAY HERE IN MY WARM MANURE PILE
AND BREATHE THE BEAUTIFUL AIR
AND LIE IN THE BEAUTIFUL SUN.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY MAKING
A BEAUTIFUL NOISE.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE.
[SOBBING]
QUIET, WILBUR.
NOW, CHIN UP.
WHO SAID THAT?
DO YOU WANT A FRIEND?
YES, I WANT A FRIEND,
BUT I WANT TO LIVE, TOO.
WELL, CHIN UP.
I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND,
AND I'LL TRY TO SAVE YOUR LIFE.
I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU, AND I LIKE YOU.
I CAN'T SEE YOU.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, CHIN UP?
NOW GO TO SLEEP.
YOU'LL SEE ME IN THE MORNING,
AND I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING THEN.
Narrator: WILBUR'S STOMACH WAS EMPTY,
AND HIS MIND WAS FULL.
WHEN YOUR STOMACH IS EMPTY AND YOUR MIND IS FULL,
IT'S ALWAYS HARD TO SLEEP,
BUT SLEEP AND WILBUR FINALLY FOUND EACH OTHER.
[COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO]
[MOO]
¶ CHIN UP, CHIN UP
¶ EVERYBODY LOVES A HAPPY FACE ¶
¶ WEAR IT
¶ SHARE IT
¶ IT'LL BRIGHTEN UP THE DARKEST PLACE ¶
¶ TWINKLE
¶ SPARKLE
¶ LET A LITTLE SUNSHINE IN ¶
¶ YOU'LL BE ON THE RIGHT SIDE ¶
¶ LOOKING AT THE BRIGHT SIDE ¶
¶ UP WITH YOUR CHINNY CHIN CHIN... ¶
AHEM!
ATTENTION, PLEASE.
WILL THE PARTY WHO ADDRESSED ME LAST NIGHT
KINDLY COME OUT OF HIDING?
IF YOU DO HAVE A FRIEND,
YOU'RE PROBABLY DISTURBING HIS REST.
OH. I BEG EVERYONE'S PARDON.
I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE OBJECTIONABLE.
¶ CHIN UP, CHIN UP
¶ PUT A LITTLE LAUGHTER IN YOUR EYES ¶
¶ BRAVE IT, SAVE IT
¶ EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE FEELING OTHERWISE ¶
¶ RISE UP, WISE UP
¶ MAKE A LITTLE SMILE BEGIN ¶
¶ YOU'LL BE HAPPY-HEARTED ¶
¶ ONCE YOU GET STARTED
¶ UP WITH YOUR CHINNY CHIN CHIN ¶
SALUTATIONS.
HUH?
SALU WHAT?
SALUTATIONS.
WHAT ARE THEY?
AND WHERE ARE YOU?
SALUTATIONS ARE GREETINGS.
IT'S MY FANCY WAY OF SAYING HELLO.
LOOK UP HERE IN THE DOORWAY.
¶ CHIN DOWN
¶ YOU CAN'T COME FROWNING ¶
¶ TURN AROUND
¶ STARTING CLOWNING
¶ THINK SAD
¶ YOUR TROUBLES DOUBLE
¶ THINK GLAD
¶ TO BURST WHITE BUBBLES ¶
¶ CHIN UP, CHIN UP
¶ EVERY LITTLE TIME YOUR SPIRITS WILT ¶
¶ CHIN UP, CHIN UP
¶ GIVE YOUR ATTITUDE AN UPWARD TILT ¶
¶ TWINKLE
¶ SPARKLE
¶ MAKE A LITTLE FUN BEGIN
¶ YOU'LL BE ON THE RIGHT SIDE ¶
¶ LOOKING AT THE BRIGHT SIDE ¶
¶ UP WITH YOUR CHINNY CHIN ¶
¶ CHIN UP
SEE ME NOW?
OH, YES!
GOOD MORNING!
SALUTATIONS.
I CAN'T SEE YOU WELL, THOUGH.
IS THAT BETTER?
OH, YES.
I PROMISED I'D TELL YOU
ALL ABOUT THE WORDS CHIN UP, AND I DID.
WHAT IS YOUR NAME, PLEASE?
MY NAME IS CHARLOTTE,
CHARLOTTE A. CAVATICA.
I THINK YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL.
WELL, I AM PRETTY.
ALMOST ALL SPIDERS ARE NICE-LOOKING.
I'M NOT AS FLASHY AS SOME, BUT I'LL DO.
ABOUT SAVING MY LIFE,
DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN?
OH, JUST A MINUTE, WILBUR.
HE'LL MAKE A PERFECT BREAKFAST FOR ME.
EWW. YOU MEAN YOU EAT FLIES?
WELL, CERTAINLY.
I EAT ANYTHING THAT GETS CAUGHT IN MY WEB.
I HAVE TO LIVE, DON'T I?
WHY, YES, OF COURSE.
DO THEY TASTE GOOD?
DELICIOUS.
YECCHH!
I DON'T REALLY EAT THEM.
I DRINK THEIR BLOOD. I LOVE BLOOD.
OH, PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT.
WHY NOT? IT'S TRUE.
BUT IT'S CRUEL.
WELL, YOU CAN'T TALK.
YOU HAVE YOUR MEALS BROUGHT TO YOU IN A PAIL.
NOBODY FEEDS ME.
I LIVE BY MY WITS.
IT JUST SEEMS AN ODD DIET.
DO YOU REALIZE IF I DIDN'T EAT THEM,
BUGS WOULD GET SO NUMEROUS,
THEY'D DESTROY THE EARTH?
SPIDERS ARE REALLY VERY USEFUL CREATURES.
I WISH I WERE USEFUL.
MAYBE I'LL SPIN A WEB.
LET'S SEE YOU DO IT.
HOW DO I START?
TAKE A DEEP BREATH.
NOW CLIMB TO THE HIGHEST PLACE YOU CAN GET TO.
OH! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?
HA HA HA!
NOTHING.
IT WAS A NICE TRY.
I KNOW WHAT I NEED.
YOU THERE, TEMPLETON?
MM-HMM?
GOT A LITTLE PIECE OF STRING I COULD BORROW?
I NEED IT TO SPIN A WEB.
WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
I'LL SAVE YOU PART OF MY BREAKFAST.
YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A DEAL.
TIE ONE END TO MY TAIL, WILL YOU?
NO TROUBLE AT ALL.
NOW ATTACH THE OTHER END UP THERE TO THAT RAFTER.
EVERYBODY, WATCH.
[INHALES]
OH.
I'M GOING TO TRY THAT AGAIN.
I ADVISE YOU TO PUT THE IDEA
OUT OF YOUR MIND.
YOU LACK A SET OF SPINNERETS,
AND YOU LACK KNOW-HOW.
BUT CHIN UP.
WHY SHOULD YOU WORRY ABOUT TRAPPING FOOD?
I'M GLAD YOU'RE HERE, CHARLOTTE.
WILL YOU STAY FOR A LONG, LONG TIME?
A SPIDER'S LIFE IS AN UNCERTAIN THING,
BUT I'LL STAY AS LONG AS I CAN.
[BUZZ]
EWW.
IF IT BOTHERS YOU SO, WILBUR,
I'LL EAT IT AFTER YOU'RE ASLEEP.
THANK YOU, CHARLOTTE.
YOU'RE VERY CONSIDERATE.
Narrator: THE EARLY SUMMER DAYS ON A FARM
ARE THE FAIREST AND HAPPIEST OF THE YEAR,
AND WILBUR LOOKED FORWARD EACH DAY
TO A VISIT FROM FERN.
ALL THE ANIMALS TRUSTED HER
BECAUSE SHE WAS QUIET AND FRIENDLY.
AND IT MADE FERN HAPPY JUST TO BE NEAR THEM.
[PEEPING]
[CRACKING]
[PEEPING]
I AM SURE EVERYONE WILL BE GRATIFIED TO LEARN
THAT AFTER 4 WEEKS
OF UNREMITTING EFFORT AND PATIENCE
ON THE PART OF THE GOOSE,
THE GOSLINGS HAVE ARRIVED.
[OINK]
CONGRATULATIONS!
HOW MANY ARE THERE?
THERE ARE 7.
7 IS A LUCKY NUMBER.
LUCK HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS.
IT WAS GOOD MANAGEMENT
AND HARD WORK.
WHY DIDN'T, UH...
THIS ONE HATCH?
IT'S A DUD, I GUESS.
WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH IT?
YOU CAN HAVE IT.
ROLL IT AWAY.
ADD IT TO THAT NASTY COLLECTION OF YOURS.
BE CAREFUL.
A ROTTEN EGG CAN BE A REGULAR STINK BOMB.
I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING.
I HANDLE STUFF LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME.
LET ME SEE YOUR FAMILY.
I'VE NEVER SEEN GOSLINGS BEFORE.
COME ALONG, JEFFREY.
OOH! IT'S BIG OUT HERE.
IT IS BIG,
AND IT IS FRIGHTENING AT TIMES,
BUT ON THE WHOLE,
THE WORLD IS A WONDERFUL PLACE.
THIS ONE'S UNDERSIZED.
THAT'S JEFFREY.
HE TAKES AFTER MY SIDE OF THE FAMILY--AMILY.
I NEVER SAW A GOSLING THAT TINY.
THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIM.
OH!
ARE YOU MY MOTHER?
NO, I'M WILBUR.
I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER,
BUT I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND.
I WAS A RUNT LIKE YOU ONCE.
YOU'RE KIDDING.
NO, I'M NOT.
THEN I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU.
WELL, WHY NOT?
¶ OH, WE'VE GOT
¶ LOTS IN COMMON
¶ WHERE IT REALLY COUNTS ¶
¶ WE'VE GOT LARGE AMOUNTS ¶
¶ WHAT WE LOOK LIKE ¶
¶ DOESN'T COUNT AN OUNCE ¶
¶ WE'VE GOT LOTS IN COMMON ¶
¶ WHERE IT REALLY COUNTS ¶
[LOWS]
¶ YOU'VE GOT FEATHERS, I'VE GOT SKIN ¶
¶ BUT BOTH OUR OUTSIDES HOLD US IN ¶
¶ I'VE GOT HOOVES
¶ YOU'VE GOT WEBBED FEET ¶
¶ BUT WE BOTH STAND UP TO EAT ¶
¶ 'CAUSE WE'VE GOT
¶ LOTS IN COMMON
¶ WHERE IT REALLY COUNTS
¶ WE'VE GOT LARGE AMOUNTS ¶
¶ WHAT WE LOOK LIKE
¶ DOESN'T COUNT AN OUNCE ¶
¶ WE'VE GOT LOTS IN COMMON ¶
¶ WHERE IT REALLY COUNTS
[NEIGHS]
¶ YOU'VE GOT A BEAK
¶ AND I'VE A SNOUT
¶ BUT THE BOTH OF US CAN SNIFF ABOUT ¶
¶ YOU'LL SAY QUACK
¶ AND I'LL SAY NEIGH
¶ BUT WE'RE TALKING EITHER WAY ¶
¶ 'CAUSE WE'VE GOT
¶ LOTS IN COMMON
¶ WHERE IT REALLY COUNTS
¶ WE'VE GOT LARGE AMOUNTS
¶ WHAT WE LOOK LIKE
¶ DOESN'T COUNT AN OUNCE
¶ WE'VE GOT LOTS IN COMMON ¶
¶ WHERE IT REALLY COUNTS
¶ YOU'RE BORN TO SWIM
¶ AND ME TO SPIN
¶ BUT WE BOTH LOVE THIS WORLD WE'RE IN ¶
¶ WE SHARE THE SUN, THE EARTH, THE SKY ¶
¶ AND THAT'S THE REASON WHY ¶
¶ WE'VE ALL GOT
¶ LOTS IN COMMON
¶ WHERE IT REALLY COUNTS
¶ WE'VE GOT LARGE AMOUNTS ¶
¶ WHAT WE LOOK LIKE
¶ DOESN'T COUNT AN OUNCE
¶ WE'VE GOT LOTS IN COMMON ¶
¶ WHERE IT REALLY COUNTS ¶
COME ALONG, JEFFREY--EFFREY.
IT'S TIME FOR SWIMMING LESSONS.
YOU WANT TO GO?
I'D LOVE TO GO SWIMMING WITH YOU,
BUT I DON'T SWIM.
WELL, I'LL STAY WITH WILBUR, MOM.
SUIT YOURSELF.
LET'S BE FRIENDS FOREVER, WILBUR.
WANT TO?
JEFFREY, THERE'S A HORRIBLE FACT OF LIFE
THAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT YET,
AND I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU,
BUT CHARLOTTE'S WORKING ON THE PROBLEM.
AREN'T YOU, CHARLOTTE?
INDEED, YES.
BUT I SEE NO POINT IN WITHHOLDING
UNPLEASANT INFORMATION FROM YOUR FRIEND.
THE FACT IS, JEFFREY,
WILBUR'S LIFE IS IN DANGER.
I'M TRYING TO SAVE HIM.
CAN I HELP?
WE'LL SEE.
FIRST, I HAVE TO THINK OF AN IDEA.
I LOVE YOU, WILBUR.
I LOVE YOU, TOO, JEFFREY.
PAPA, DID YOU KNOW
THAT UNCLE HOMER'S GOSLINGS HATCHED?
OH, HOW MANY?
7.
THERE WERE 8 EGGS, BUT ONE DIDN'T HATCH.
THE GOOSE TOLD TEMPLETON HE COULD HAVE IT.
THE GOOSE DID WHAT?
TOLD TEMPLETON SHE DIDN'T WANT THE EGG ANYMORE.
WHO'S TEMPLETON?
A RAT. NONE OF US LIKE HIM MUCH.
WHO'S US?
OH, EVERYBODY IN THE BARN CELLAR--
WILBUR AND THE SHEEP
AND THE LAMBS AND GOOSE
AND CHARLOTTE AND ME.
CHARLOTTE?
WHO'S CHARLOTTE?
WILBUR'S FRIEND.
OH, SHE'S TERRIBLY CLEVER.
WHAT DOES SHE LOOK LIKE?
WELL, SHE HAS 8 LEGS
AND CATCHES FLIES SO SHE CAN DRINK THEIR BLOOD.
WILBUR ADORES HER.
FERN, STOP INVENTING THESE WILD TALES.
OH, I'M NOT INVENTING.
I'M JUST TELLING THE FACTS.
DARLING, I WANT YOU TO PLAY OUTSIDE TODAY
INSTEAD OF VISITING UNCLE HOMER'S BARN.
BUT I LIKE IT OVER THERE.
YOU'RE SPENDING TOO MUCH TIME THERE.
YOU SHOULDN'T BE ALONE SO MUCH.
BUT I'M NOT ALONE.
MY BEST FRIENDS ARE IN THE BARN CELLAR.
IT'S NOT AT ALL LONELY.
Narrator: ONCE SHE HAD PROMISED WILBUR
SHE WAS GOING TO SAVE HIS LIFE,
CHARLOTTE WAS DETERMINED TO KEEP HER PROMISE.
DAY AFTER DAY, SHE HUNG FROM HER WEB
AND WAITED PATIENTLY
FOR AN IDEA TO COME TO HER.
[LAUGHTER]
HOW PERFECTLY SIMPLE.
WHAT'S THAT, CHARLOTTE?
I'LL SAVE YOUR LIFE BY TRICKING ZUCKERMAN.
IT WON'T HURT HIM?
TRUST ME, WILBUR. PEOPLE ARE VERY GULLIBLE.
THEY'LL BELIEVE ANYTHING THEY SEE IN PRINT.
WHY ISN'T THAT GOSLING WITH HIS MOTHER?
BECAUSE HE LIKES WILBUR.
SHRIMPY LITTLE THING.
[OINK OINK]
[OINK OINK OINK]
SOUNDS MORE LIKE A PIG
THAN A GOSLING.
[OINK]
WOW! LOOK AT THAT BIG SPIDER!
I'LL CATCH IT FOR MY COLLECTION.
AVERY, YOU LEAVE THAT SPIDER ALONE!
I'M GOING TO CATCH HIM.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, WILBUR?
HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU IN THERE. GET OUT.
WHAT DID YOU DO, AVERY?
EW!
GOOD NIGHT!
WHAT A STINK!
[SNIFF SNIFF]
[ Sighs ]
IT'S A GOOD THING FOR YOU I SAVED THAT EGG.
IT CERTAINLY IS.
I'M GRATEFUL TO YOU, TEMPLETON.
THIS BUSINESS IS WELL AND GOOD
FOR CHARLOTTE.
BUT WHAT ABOUT US?
WHO WANTS TO LIVE IN A BARN
THAT'S PERFUMED WITH ROTTEN EGGS?
IT WILL CLEAR SOON. SEE?
THE BREEZE IS ALREADY TAKING IT AWAY.
Narrator: AFTERNOON PASSED AND EVENING CAME.
SHADOWS LENGTHENED ACROSS THE FARM,
AND THE COOL, SWEET BREATH OF EVENING
FLOWED IN.
[SNORTING]
CHARLOTTE?
YES, WILBUR.
ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT HOW YOU'LL SAVE MY LIFE?
CHIN UP. JUST STOP WORRYING.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE, CHARLOTTE.
I LOVE IT HERE IN THE BARN.
OF COURSE YOU DO.
WE ALL DO.
HOW WILL YOU SAVE ME, CHARLOTTE?
NOW, GO TO SLEEP.
YOU'LL SEE ME IN THE MORNING.
I'LL TRY.
GET SOME SLEEP, WILBUR.
Charlotte: ¶ NOW IS THE HOUR
¶ WHEN FROGS AND THRUSHES
¶ PRAISE THE WORLD
¶ FROM THE WOODS AND RUSHES ¶
¶ SLEEP, MY LOVE
¶ SLEEP, MY ONLY DEAR
¶ IN THE DARK
Chorus: ¶ FRAGILE AND MAGICAL SHADOWS ¶
¶ SILENTLY START TO APPEAR ¶
¶ LOVELY AND LYRICAL SILVERY MIRACLE ¶
¶ CHARLOTTE'S WEB
¶ CAREFULLY SPINNING HER TRACINGS ¶
¶ LACY AND GRACEFULLY SHEER ¶
¶ OVER AND UNDER, THE INFINITE WONDER ¶
¶ OF CHARLOTTE'S WEB
¶ WHY IS SHE SPINNING AND WEAVING AWAY ¶
¶ ALL NIGHT LONG?
¶ WHAT IS SHE TRYING SO HARD TO CONVEY ¶
¶ WITH HER SILENT SONG?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WORKING.
WHY SO LATE?
I'LL BE LUCKY IF I'M FINISHED BY SUNUP.
GO TO SLEEP, TEMPLETON.
GOOD NIGHT, CHARLOTTE.
GOOD NIGHT, TEMPLETON.
¶ SOMETIMES WHEN SOMEBODY LOVES YOU ¶
¶ MIRACLES SOMEHOW APPEAR ¶
¶ AND THERE IN THE WARP AND THE WOOF ¶
¶ IS THE PROOF OF IT
¶ CHARLOTTE'S WEB
[WATER SPILLS]
I'M...I'M...I'M...
I'M SEEING THINGS!
MR. ZUCKERMAN!
SOMETHING'S HAPPENED TO LERVY.
DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?
"SOME PIG."
YOU DON'T SUPPOSE THAT SPIDER...
EDITH, WE HAVE RECEIVED A SIGN.
WE HAVE A VERY UNUSUAL PIG.
SEEMS TO ME YOU'RE A LITTLE OFF.
SEEMS TO ME WE HAVE NO ORDINARY SPIDER.
NO, IT'S JUST A COMMON GRAY SPIDER.
SEE?
IT'S SITTING RIGHT THERE.
IT'S A MIRACLE!
WE MUST SHARE THIS WITH OUR FRIENDS.
[TALKING]
"SOME PIG."
THAT'S WHAT IT SAYS, ALL RIGHT.
PIG! SOME PIG, LOOK THIS WAY!
Narrator: GETTING TO BE FAMOUS
DIDN'T CHANGE WILBUR ONE BIT.
THROUGH ALL THE CROWDS AND PUBLICITY
AND GLAMOUR,
HE STAYED THE SAME OLD WILBUR.
HE WAS GLAD WHEN THE CROWDS STOPPED COMING,
AND HE COULD BE WITH HIS REAL FRIENDS AGAIN.
EVEN MRS. FUSSY FELL FOR THE MESSAGE IN THE WEB
AND LET HENRY COME OVER TO SEE THE FAMOUS PIG.
[OINK]
[BUZZ]
A HORNET! DUCK!
OHH!
IT'S ALL RIGHT, WILBUR.
EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU'RE SOME PIG.
HENRY, I SAID YOU COULD VISIT,
NOT SPEND THE DAY.
I'M SORRY. WE WERE HAVING FUN.
YOU'VE KEPT YOUR MUSIC TEACHER
WAITING 20 MINUTES. RUN ALONG HOME.
THOSE WORDS IN THE WEB--
WAS THAT SOME TRICK OF YOURS?
NO, MA'AM!
IT WAS A MIRACLE!
HMM.
IT DOESN'T LOOK VERY MIRACULOUS ANYMORE.
CHARLOTTE,
IF PEOPLE START DOUBTING THE MIRACLE,
YOU THINK MY LIFE WILL STILL BE SAVED?
MOST DEFINITELY NOT.
I HATE TO KEEP BOTHERING YOU.
YOU'RE NO BOTHER TO ME.
YOU ARE MY ONE TRUE FRIEND.
ATTENTION, EVERYBODY.
MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE?
TEMPLETON, YOU, TOO.
SORRY, I'M BUSY.
I CALLED THIS MEETING
BECAUSE I'M CONCERNED ABOUT WILBUR'S SAFETY.
I NEED ANOTHER MESSAGE.
IF ANYBODY THINKS OF ONE,
I'LL WEAVE IT INTO THE WEB.
HOW ABOUT "WILBUR'S NICE?"
WELL, HE IS NICE,
BUT I NEED SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE EXCITING.
HOW ABOUT "PIG SUPREME?"
HMM. NO GOOD. IT SOUNDS LIKE A RICH DESSERT.
HOW ABOUT "TERRIFIC, TERRIFIC, TERRIFIC?"
CUT THAT DOWN TO ONE "TERRIFIC,"
AND IT MIGHT DO NICELY.
I THINK "TERRIFIC" WILL IMPRESS ZUCKERMAN.
BUT CHARLOTTE, I'M NOT TERRIFIC.
YOU'RE TERRIFIC AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.
[CRACK]
DOES ANYBODY KNOW HOW TO SPELL IT?
I THINK IT'S T,
DOUBLE E, DOUBLE R, DOUBLE R,
DOUBLE I, DOUBLE F,
DOUBLE I, DOUBLE C, C, C.
WHAT KIND OF AN ACROBAT
DO YOU THINK I AM?
IT WOULD TAKE ALL NIGHT TO WRITE THAT.
I WOULDN'T CONSULT GEESE
IN MATTERS OF SPELLING.
THE WORD IS SPELLED T-E-R-R-I-F-I-C.
I STILL THINK IT'S PRETTIER SPELLED T,
DOUBLE E, DOUBLE R, DOUBLE I, DOUBLE--
PLEASE.
LET ME SPELL IT MY WAY.
WHY NOT TRY BY THE FENCE?
HUH?
LERVY DROPPED HALF A SANDWICH THERE.
WHY, THANK YOU, CHARLOTTE.
EEK!
[HISS]
THAT WASN'T NICE, CHARLOTTE!
PERHAPS THE NEXT TIME I CALL A MEETING,
YOU'LL SEE FIT TO ATTEND.
SOOEY! PIG, PIG, PIG!
HERE, PIG!
¶ DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE ¶
MR. ZUCKERMAN!
ANOTHER MIRACLE!
RIGHT, THIS MORNING. "TERRIFIC."
PLAIN AS ANYTHING.
ANOTHER MIRACLE AT ZUCKERMAN'S.
Narrator: PEOPLE WHO HAD COME TO SEE WILBUR
WHEN HE WAS "SOME PIG"
CAME BACK AGAIN
NOW THAT HE WAS "TERRIFIC."
THAT'S SOME PIG.
YEAH, SOME TERRIFIC PIG.
HE'S TERRIFIC!
WOW!
I NEVER SAW A PIG LIKE THAT!
Narrator: BUT GRADUALLY,
THE CROWDS GOT TO BE SMALLER AND SMALLER.
AND FINALLY,
PEOPLE STOPPED COMING ALTOGETHER.
HERE, PIG!
SOOEY!
[OINK OINK]
THAT'S SOME PIG.
HE'S TERRIFIC.
HE'S A WONDERFUL PIG.
YOU'LL GET SOME EXTRA-GOOD HAM AND BACON
WHEN IT COMES TIME TO KILL THAT PIG.
OHH...
CHARLOTTE! LOOK AT WILBUR!
[HONKING]
OH, TEMPLETON, PLEASE.
WOULD YOU REVIVE WILBUR, PLEASE?
[CRUNCH]
YOW!
THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE.
WILBUR, NOW CALM DOWN.
I CAN'T STAND HYSTERICS.
BUT I WANT TO LIVE!
AND LIVE YOU SHALL.
TEMPLETON, WOULD YOU PLEASE STAY?
THERE'S GOING TO BE A MEETING.
I'M GOING BACK TO BED.
THERE'S BEEN A NEW THREAT TO WILBUR'S LIFE.
YOU CAN HELP US.
WHY SHOULD I WORRY ABOUT WILBUR?
YOU'LL WORRY WHEN WINTER COMES.
IF WILBUR IS KILLED,
AND HIS TROUGH STANDS EMPTY,
YOU'LL GROW SO THIN,
WE'LL LOOK RIGHT THROUGH YOUR STOMACH
AND SEE OBJECTS ON THE OTHER SIDE.
WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU HAVE IN MIND, CHARLOTTE?
I NEED NEW IDEAS FOR THE WEB.
GO TO THE DUMP AND BRING BACK A MAGAZINE CLIPPING.
RIGHT AFTER I FINISH MY NAP.
NO, TEMPLETON. THERE IS NOT A SECOND TO SPARE.
AW!
IT SAYS "CRUNCHY."
NO, THAT'S WRONG.
IT MIGHT START ZUCKERMAN THINKING
ABOUT CRUNCHY BACON.
OHH!
WILBUR, I FORBID YOU TO FAINT.
TEMPLETON, I'LL HAVE TO ASK YOU TO TRY AGAIN.
WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM,
A MESSENGER BOY?
NOW, TEMPLETON, PLEASE.
WELL, I KNOW WHERE
THERE'S A PACKAGE OF SOAP FLAKES
WITH WRITING ON IT.
I'LL BRING YOU A PIECE.
"WITH NEW RADIANT ACTION."
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
I SUPPOSE THE NEXT THING
YOU'LL WANT ME TO FETCH IS A DICTIONARY.
"WITH NEW RADIANT ACTION."
WILBUR, RUN AROUND.
I WANT TO SEE IF YOU'RE RADIANT IN ACTION.
[OINK]
JUMP IN THE AIR.
DO A BACK FLIP WITH A HALF-TWIST IN IT.
I'M NOT SURE THAT'S RADIANT ACTION,
BUT IT'S INTERESTING.
ACTUALLY, I FEEL RADIANT.
THEN RADIANT YOU SHALL BE.
THANK YOU, TEMPLETON.
YOU'VE BEEN MOST HELPFUL.
HOW'S THAT FOR A PIG?
THAT PIG IS RADIANT!
NEVER SEEN NOTHING LIKE IT.
THAT'S SOME PIG.
THAT'S A PIG THAT'LL WIN PRIZES!
YEAH! YEAH! HA HA HA!
OH, FINE SWINE!
WISH HE WAS MINE!
FRIENDS!
I DON'T WANT MY RADIANT PIG ALL WORN OUT.
YOU CAN SEE HIM AGAIN
BECAUSE I'VE DECIDED TO TAKE HIM
TO THE COUNTY FAIR.
YAY! YAY!
LERVY!
YES, SIR.
MAKE A LARGE CRATE.
PAINT IT GREEN WITH BOLD LETTERS.
WHAT SHOULD THE LETTERS SAY?
THEY SHOULD SAY,
"ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG."
YES, SIR!
WHAT DO YOU DO AT A FAIR, WILBUR?
WELL, YOU WIN A PRIZE,
IF YOU'RE THE BIGGEST AND THE BEST.
YOU THINK WE'LL WIN?
I HOPE SO.
HE HAS TO WIN.
IT'S THE ONLY HE CAN SAVE HIS LIFE.
PAY NO ATTENTION TO HIM, WILBUR.
[HAMMER BANGING]
CHARLOTTE, I'VE JUST GOT TO WIN A PRIZE AT THE FAIR.
DON'T WORRY, WILBUR.
IT'S CHARACTER THAT COUNTS,
AND YOU HAVE A VERY GOOD CHARACTER.
YOU'RE GOING WITH ME, AREN'T YOU, CHARLOTTE?
WELL, I DON'T KNOW.
THE FAIR COMES AT A BAD TIME FOR ME.
I CAN'T STAND GOING TO THE FAIR WITHOUT YOU.
YOU'VE GOT TO COME.
I REALLY OUGHT TO STAY HOME
AND SEE IF I CAN GET SOME WORK DONE.
LET IT GO.
WHAT'S COME OVER YOU?
I JUST CAN'T STAND ANY MORE VIOLENCE.
I COULD HAVE USED THAT NOURISHMENT.
THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME MAKE AN EGG SAC
AND FILL IT WITH EGGS.
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD LAY EGGS.
OH, YES. I'M VERSATILE.
DOES VERSATILE MEAN FULL OF EGGS?
CERTAINLY NOT.
VERSATILE MEANS I TURN WITH EASE
FROM ONE THING TO ANOTHER.
WHY NOT COME TO THE FAIRGROUNDS
AND LAY YOUR EGGS THERE?
OH, WILBUR. YOU DON'T KNOW
THE FIRST THING ABOUT EGG-LAYING.
WHEN I GET READY TO LAY EGGS,
I HAVE TO LAY EGGS, FAIR OR NO FAIR.
LET'S LEAVE IT THIS WAY.
I'LL COME TO THE FAIR IF I CAN.
THERE'S SO MUCH TO DO
AND SO LITTLE TIME.
¶ HOW VERY SPECIAL ARE WE
¶ FOR JUST A MOMENT TO BE ¶
¶ PART OF LIFE'S ETERNAL RHYME ¶
¶ HOW VERY SPECIAL ARE WE
¶ TO HAVE ON OUR FAMILY TREE ¶
¶ MOTHER EARTH
¶ AND FATHER TIME
¶ HE TURNS THE SEASONS AROUND ¶
¶ AND SO SHE CHANGES HER GOWN ¶
¶ BUT THEY ALWAYS LOOK
¶ IN THEIR PRIME
¶ THEY GO ON DANCING THEIR DANCE ¶
¶ OF EVERLASTING ROMANCE
¶ MOTHER EARTH
¶ AND FATHER TIME
¶ THE SUMMER LARKS RETURN TO SING ¶
¶ OH, WHAT A GIFT THEY GIVE ¶
¶ THEN AUTUMN DAYS GROW SHORT AND COLD ¶
¶ OH, WHAT A JOY TO LIVE
¶ HOW VERY SPECIAL ARE WE
¶ FOR JUST A MOMENT TO BE
¶ PART OF LIFE'S ETERNAL RHYME ¶
¶ HOW VERY SPECIAL ARE WE
¶ TO HAVE ON OUR FAMILY TREE ¶
¶ MOTHER EARTH
¶ AND FATHER TIME
Narrator: INDIAN SUMMER CAME,
AND THE MORNING OF THE FAIR DAWNED HOT.
LERVY RUSHED ABOUT AND DID HIS CHORES
IN HALF THE TIME IT USUALLY TOOK.
HOMER ZUCKERMAN RUSHED THROUGH BREAKFAST,
BUT IN THE MIDST OF ALL THE HULLABALOO,
MRS. ZUCKERMAN STAYED CALM.
HOMER...
I'M GOING TO GIVE THAT PIG A BUTTERMILK BATH.
A WHAT?
MY GRANDMOTHER BATHED HER PIG
WITH BUTTERMILK WHEN IT GOT DIRTY.
WILBUR'S NOT DIRTY.
OH, HE'S FILTHY.
I'M CLEANING HIM WITH BUTTERMILK.
EDITH, YOU'RE CRAZY.
EDITH, I'VE GOT TO HAND IT TO YOU.
THAT PIG LOOKS 100% BETTER.
YOU JUST WAIT TILL HE'S DRY.
[SNORT SNORT]
THAT'S A PIG THAT'LL WIN PRIZES.
BUTTERMILK WILL DO IT EVERY TIME.
NOW LET'S GET DRESSED AND GO TO THE FAIR.
OH.
[SOBBING]
I'LL GO WITH YOU, WILBUR.
IT'S INCONVENIENT, BUT...
BUT SOMEBODY HAS TO GO ALONG
WHO KNOWS HOW TO WRITE.
THANK YOU, CHARLOTTE.
COME ON, MAMA!
HERE WE GO! HURRY UP!
WHERE IN THE WORLD
DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING--OING--OING?
TO THE FAIR!
OH, NO, YOU'RE NOT.
GET OUT.
SHOO! GO ON.
OUT! OUT! OUT!
TEMPLETON?
TEMPLETON, MAY I HAVE A WORD WITH YOU?
YES?
I THINK YOU'D BETTER COME, TOO, TEMPLETON.
I MIGHT NEED SOMEBODY TO RUN ERRANDS AND DO GENERAL WORK.
I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE.
I HAVEN'T THE SLIGHTEST INTEREST IN FAIRS.
THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN TO ONE.
YOU CAN CREEP OUT LATE AT NIGHT
AND FIND A FANTASTIC BANQUET.
¶ A FAIR IS A VERITABLE SMORGASBORD ¶
¶ ORGASBORD, ORGASBORD ¶
¶ AFTER THE CROWDS HAVE CEASED ¶
¶ EACH NIGHT WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT ¶
¶ IT CAN BE FOUND
¶ ON THE GROUND ALL AROUND ¶
¶ OH, WHAT A RATLY FEAST ¶
WHY, A FAIR HAS ENOUGH DISGUSTING
LEFT-OVER FOOD
TO SATISFY A WHOLE ARMY OF RATS.
IS THIS TRUE?
IS THIS APPETIZING YARN OF YOURS TRUE?
¶ WILL I FIND MELON RINDS ¶
¶ AND BITS OF HOT DOGS ¶
¶ COOKIE CRUMBS AND ROTTEN COTTON CANDY ¶
¶ MELTED ICE CREAM, MUSTARD DRIPPLINGS ¶
¶ MOLDY GOODIES EVERYWHERE
¶ YES, YES
¶ LOTS OF POPCORN
¶ APPLE CORES, BANANA PEELS ¶
¶ AND SOGGY SANDWICHES
¶ AND GOBS OF GORGEOUS GOOK ¶
¶ TO GOBBLE AT THE FAIR ¶
¶ YES, YES, YES
I LIKE HIGH LIVING.
WHAT YOU SAY TEMPTS ME.
IT'S TRUE.
GO TO THE FAIR, TEMPLETON.
YOU'LL FIND THAT IT WILL SURPASS
YOUR WILDEST DREAMS.
YOU MEAN TIN CANS
WITH PARTICLES OF TUNA FISH STICKING TO THEM?
GREASY PAPER BAGS STUFFED WITH ROTTEN EGGS?
YEP, YEP, YEP.
TRUE, TRUE, TRUE.
THAT'S ENOUGH.
DON'T TELL ME ANY MORE.
I'M GOING.
¶ A FAIR IS A VERITABLE SMORGASBORD ¶
¶ ORGASBORD, ORGASBORD
¶ AFTER THE GATES ARE SHUT
¶ EACH NIGHT WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT ¶
¶ IT CAN BE FOUND ON THE GROUND ALL AROUND ¶
¶ THAT'S WHERE A RAT
¶ CAN GLUT, GLUT, GLUT, GLUT ¶
HURRY, TEMPLETON.
THERE'S NO TIME TO BE LOST.
GET INTO THE CRATE AND HIDE YOURSELF WELL.
CAN YOU SEE ME?
PULL IN YOUR TAIL.
CHARLOTTE, WHERE WILL YOU BE?
I WANT YOU WHERE I CAN SEE YOU.
I'VE GOT TO BE WHERE NOBODY CAN SEE ME.
LISTEN TO ME.
WHEN THEY OPEN THE CRATE TO PUT YOU IN, STRUGGLE.
PIGS ALWAYS RESIST WHEN THEY'RE BEING LOADED.
IF I STRUGGLE, I'LL GET DIRTY.
NEVER MIND THAT.
IF YOU WERE TO WALK INTO THE CRATE WITHOUT RESISTING,
ZUCKERMAN WOULD THINK
THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.
STRUGGLE IF YOU MUST,
BUT KINDLY REMEMBER,
I'M HIDING DOWN HERE,
AND I DON'T WANT TO BE STEPPED ON
OR KICKED IN THE FACE OR CRUSHED OR BRUISED
OR LACERATED OR SCARRED OR BIFFED.
JUST WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING
WHEN THEY'RE SHOVING YOU IN...
MR. RADIANT.
WHAT A CARGO.
THAT SIGN OUGHT TO SAY,
"ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG
AND 2 STOWAWAYS."
THERE HE IS.
THAT'S SOME PIG.
HE'S TERRIFIC.
HE'S RADIANT.
WELL, HE'S CLEAN ANYWAY.
THAT BUTTERMILK CERTAINLY HELPED.
NOW, IF WE CAN JUST GET HIM INTO THAT CRATE.
COME ON, ROVER. IN HERE.
AVERY, YOU GET OUT OF THAT CRATE THIS MINUTE.
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
I'M A PIG.
OINK, OINK, OINK.
WELL, LOOK HERE.
THIS LITTLE GANDER THINKS HE'S GOING TO THE FAIR, TOO.
[OINK OINK]
HOLD THIS RASCAL TILL WE GET DOWN THE ROAD.
[MOO]
[CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK]
[NEIGH]
[BAA]
[MOO]
EXHIBITOR?
YOU BETCHA.
ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG.
I HEAR HE'S SOME PIG.
HE'S TERRIFIC.
LIVESTOCK SECTION TO THE RIGHT.
THAT'S ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG.
OOH. OOH. OOH.
[NEIGH]
LET'S GET THIS PIG IN THE SHADE.
WELL, THE JUDGING ISN'T TILL TOMORROW.
WE MIGHT AS WELL SEE THE SIGHTS.
CAN I HAVE SOME MONEY?
I'M GOING TO GET A FROZEN CUSTARD,
A CHEESEBURGER, AND SOME RASPBERRY SODA POP.
NOW DON'T GET LOST.
AND DON'T GET DIRTY.
WATCH OUT FOR PICKPOCKETS.
I PROMISE!
FERN, AREN'T YOU GOING WITH AVERY?
I'LL STAY WITH WILBUR A WHILE--
TILL HE FEELS AT HOME.
WE'RE GOING TO LOOK
AT DEEP FREEZERS AND TRACTORS.
WE'LL MEET YOU HERE WHEN IT GETS DARK.
YES, PAPA.
[OINK]
¶ THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE TO US ¶
¶ THAN YOU AND ME
¶ HMM HMM HMM HMM
¶ HMM HMM HMM HMM HMM-- ¶
HI, FERN.
I'M HENRY.
HENRY FUSSY?
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
WENT TO SEE MY GRANDPA.
KNOW WHAT HE DID?
ACCIDENTALLY STEPPED ON MY VIOLIN
AND BROKE IT TO SMITHEREENS.
HE SOUNDS NICE.
YEAH. WE WENT FISHING EVERYDAY,
AND WE GOT DIRTY
AND TOOK BATHS IN THE CREEK
BY THIS OLD PLACE HE LIVES IN.
WE CAMPED OUT IN A TENT
ON THE TOP OF THIS MOUNTAIN.
I REALLY HAD A TIME.
WELL, I'M MAD WITH YOU.
YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME YOU WERE GOING AWAY.
DON'T BE MAD, FERN.
HEARD ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG'S HERE.
I CAME LOOKING FOR YOU.
WELL, I'M NOT
ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG.
OH, COME ON, FERN.
I'VE GOT SOME MONEY AND I CAME TO ASK YOU
IF YOU'D LIKE TO RIDE ON THE FERRIS WHEEL.
GEE. I'D LOVE TO.
¶ THE SOMETHING-MORE I'M FEELING ¶
¶ MUST BE--
CHARLOTTE?
SHE DIDN'T EVEN SAY, "GOOD-BYE, WILBUR."
HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?
I LIKE IT JUST FINE.
I THOUGHT FERN LOVED ME.
SHE DOES, AND SHE ALWAYS WILL,
BUT FERN'S CHANGED. SHE'S GROWING UP.
SHE'S SUDDENLY SEEING HENRY FUSSY
WITH NEW EYES.
NOTHING TERRIFIC ABOUT HIM.
HE'S NOT EVEN RADIANT.
HE IS TO FERN.
AHH.
HEY!
WHAT'S GOING ON OUT THERE?
IS IT SAFE TO VENTURE OUT YET?
I'D WAIT UNTIL DARK, TEMPLETON.
I'M STARVED.
WH-WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
I WANT TO SEE THE LAY OF THE LAND.
WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE FROM UP THERE?
THERE'S A PIG IN THE NEXT PEN.
HE'S ENORMOUS.
I'LL HAVE A CLOSER LOOK.
MAY I HAVE YOUR NAME?
NO NAME. JUST CALL ME UNCLE.
ARE YOU A SPRING PIG?
SURE. WHAT DID YOU THINK I WAS,
A SPRING CHICKEN?
THAT'S A GOOD ONE, HUH, SISTER?
I'VE HEARD FUNNIER ONES.
GLAD TO HAVE MET YOU.
I MUST BE GOING.
[SNORT SNORT]
WHAT'S HE LIKE?
HE CLAIMS HE'S A SPRING PIG,
BUT HE'S NOT AS ATTRACTIVE AS YOU ARE.
HE'S GOING TO BE A HARD PIG TO BEAT, THOUGH,
BUT WITH ME HELPING YOU, IT CAN BE DONE.
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO SPIN A WEB?
THIS AFTERNOON. LATE--
IF I'M NOT TOO TIRED.
WHAT WILL IT SAY?
THAT DEPENDS ON TEMPLETON.
AS SOON AS IT'S DARK,
I'LL SEND HIM TO FIND A WORD.
I'M WARNING YOU, CHARLOTTE.
I'M NOT GOING TO SPEND
ALL MY TIME RUNNING ERRANDS.
YOU'LL DO EXACTLY
AS I TELL YOU, TEMPLETON,
BECAUSE IF WILBUR DIES,
THEN YOU'LL DIE-- OF STARVATION.
WHAT KIND OF WORD WOULD YOU LIKE, CHARLOTTE?
A GOOD ONE, TEMPLETON.
A VERY GOOD ONE--
SINCE I'LL BE WRITING TONIGHT
FOR THE LAST TIME.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
NOTHING FOR YOU TO WORRY ABOUT
RIGHT NOW, WILBUR.
I'VE GOT TO HAVE A NAP
SO I'LL BE FRESH FOR WORK TONIGHT.
LET'S ALL TAKE A NAP.
[YAWNS]
Narrator: ALL AFTERNOON,
THE PIG, THE RAT, AND THE SPIDER RESTED,
WHILE ON THE MIDWAY,
THE ZUCKERMANS AND THE ARABELS
FOUND SOMETHING TO INTEREST THEM.
[CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYS]
OH!
Narrator: WHEN DARKNESS CAME,
CHARLOTTE SENT TEMPLETON OUT ON HIS MISSION.
HER WEB WAS ALMOST FINISHED
WHEN HE RETURNED CARRYING THE NEWSPAPER CLIPPING.
WHAT DOES IT SAY?
IT SAYS "HUMBLE".
HUMBLE.
HUMBLE HAS TWO MEANINGS.
IT MEANS NOT PROUD,
AND IT ALSO MEANS NEAR THE GROUND.
THAT'S WILBUR ALL OVER.
I HOPE YOU'RE SATISFIED.
I CAME TO THIS FAIR TO ENJOY MYSELF,
NOT TO DELIVER PAPERS.
YOU'VE BEEN VERY HELPFUL, TEMPLETON.
THANK YOU.
NOBODY'S GOING TO GET ANY SLEEP
AROUND HERE TONIGHT.
TRY, WILBUR.
I WANT YOU LOOKING YOUR BEST
FOR THE JUDGING TOMORROW.
WILL YOU SING ME A SONG?
NOT TONIGHT, WILBUR.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE, CHARLOTTE?
OH...MAKING SOMETHING, AS USUAL.
PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IT IS.
I'LL TELL YOU IN THE MORNING,
WHEN THE FIRST LIGHT COMES INTO THE SKY
AND THE SPARROWS STIR
AND THE COWS RATTLE THEIR CHAINS,
WHEN THE ROOSTER CROWS
AND THE STARS FADE,
YOU'LL LOOK UP HERE,
AND I'LL SHOW YOU MY MASTERPIECE.
THE GOOSE WAS RIGHT.
THIS FAIR IS A RAT'S PARADISE.
BYE-BYE, MY HUMBLE WILBUR.
FARE-THEE-WELL, CHARLOTTE, YOU OLD SCHEMER.
THIS WILL BE A NIGHT TO REMEMBER!
¶ A FAIR IS A VERITABLE SMORGASBORD ¶
¶ ORGASBORD, ORGASBORD
¶ AFTER THE CROWD'S HAVE CEASED ¶
¶ EACH NIGHT WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT ¶
¶ IT CAN BE FOUND ON THE GROUND ALL AROUND ¶
¶ OH, WHAT A RATLY FEAST
¶ MELON RINDS AND BITS OF HOT DOGS ¶
¶ COOKIE CRUMBS AND
¶ ROTTEN COTTON CANDY
¶ MELTED ICE CREAM, MUSTARD DRIPPLINGS ¶
¶ MOLDY GOODIES EVERYWHERE ¶
¶ LOTS OF POPCORN
¶ APPLE CORES, BANANA PEELS AND ¶
¶ SOGGY SANDWICHES
¶ AND GOBS OF GORGEOUS GOOK ¶
¶ TO GOBBLE AT THE FAIR
[HICCUP]
¶ A FAIR
¶ IS A VERITABLE SMORGASBORD ¶
¶ ORGASBORD
¶ AFTER THE GATES
¶ ARE SHUT
[HICCUP]
¶ EACH NIGHT
¶ WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT
¶ IT CAN BE FOUND
¶ ON THE GROUND
ALL AROUND!
¶ THAT'S
¶ WHERE A RAT
¶ CAN GLUT
¶ GLUT
Narrator: NEXT MORNING,
WHEN THE FIRST LIGHT CAME INTO THE SKY,
WILBUR WOKE AND LOOKED FOR CHARLOTTE.
HE SAW HER UP OVERHEAD IN A CORNER
NEAR THE BACK OF HIS PEN.
ARE YOU AWAKE, CHARLOTTE?
YES.
WHAT IS THAT NIFTY LITTLE THING?
DID YOU MAKE IT?
I DID INDEED.
IT'S MY EGG SAC.
MY MAGNUM OPUS.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT A MAGNUM OPUS IS.
THAT'S LATIN.
IT MEANS "GREAT WORK".
THIS EGG SAC IS MY GREAT WORK,
THE FINEST THING I HAVE EVER MADE.
WHAT'S INSIDE IT, EGGS?
514 OF THEM.
514.
YOU'RE KIDDING.
NO, I'M NOT.
I COUNTED THEM.
ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO HAVE 514 CHILDREN?
IF NOTHING HAPPENS, YES.
OF COURSE, THEY WON'T SHOW UP TILL NEXT SPRING.
WHAT MAKES YOU SOUND SO DOWNHEARTED?
I SHOULD THINK YOU'D BE TERRIBLY HAPPY.
DON'T PAY ANY ATTENTION TO ME.
I JUST DON'T HAVE ANY PEP ANYMORE.
I THINK I'M LANGUISHING, TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH.
WHAT DOES "LANGUISHING" MEAN?
WELL, IT MEANS I'M SLOWING UP,
FEELING MY AGE.
I'M NOT YOUNG ANYMORE, WILBUR.
IT MAY BE THAT--
I DON'T WANT YOU TO WORRY ABOUT ME.
THIS IS YOUR BIG DAY.
BUT, CHARLOTTE--
[HICCUP]
I'M BACK.
WHAT A NIGHT.
NEVER HAVE I SEEN SUCH LEAVINGS.
EVERYTHING WELL-RIPENED,
SEASONED WITH THE PASSAGE OF TIME
AND THE HEAT OF THE DAY.
OH, IT WAS RICH, MY FRIENDS,
RICH.
[HICCUP]
YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED.
IT WOULD SERVE YOU RIGHT
TO HAVE ACUTE INDIGESTION.
MY STOMACH CAN HANDLE ANYTHING.
TEMPLETON, IF YOU WEREN'T SO DOPEY,
YOU'D NOTICE THAT CHARLOTTE'S MADE AN EGG SAC.
[HICCUP]
HOORAY FOR CHARLOTTE.
SHE'S GOING TO BECOME A MOTHER.
FOR YOUR INFORMATION,
THERE ARE 514 EGGS IN THAT PEACHY LITTLE SAC.
THIS HAS BEEN A NIGHT.
[HICCUP]
OH, LOOK AT CHARLOTTE'S WEB.
NOW ISN'T THAT JUST THE WORD FOR WILBUR?
YOU FOLKS WANT TO SEE SOMETHING?
IT'S ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG.
LOOK WHAT IT SAYS IN THE PEN.
A MIRACLE!
[SNORT SNORT]
UNCLE HOMER!
[SNORT SNORT]
UNCLE HOMER! UNCLE HOMER!
AVERY.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, BOY?
THIS PIG HAS WON FIRST PRIZE ALREADY.
OH, NO!
[BAND PLAYS]
MR. HOMER ZUCKERMAN?
THAT'S ME.
I'M TO ESCORT YOU AND YOUR FAMOUS PIG
TO THE GRANDSTAND.
WHAT FOR?
I DON'T KNOW, BUT WE'D BETTER GET GOING.
GOODNESS--IN FRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE?
DOES MY HAIR LOOK ALL RIGHT?
IT LOOKS FINE, EDITH.
YOU DIDN'T EVEN LOOK.
YOU'RE ALL RIGHT, EDITH. JUST KEEP CALM.
AREN'T YOU GOING TO CRATE HIM?
NO. LET HIM WALK
SO EVERYBODY CAN SEE HIM.
YIPPEE! YAY! HOORAY!
[BAND PLAYS]
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
WE NOW PRESENT MR. HOMER L. ZUCKERMAN
AND HIS DISTINGUISHED PIG.
HOORAY! YAY! YAY!
THE FAME OF HIS UNIQUE ANIMAL
HAS SPREAD TO THE FAR CORNERS OF THE EARTH,
ATTRACTING MANY VALUABLE TOURISTS
TO OUR GREAT STATE.
YOU WILL ALL RECALL THAT DAY LAST SUMMER
WHEN THE WRITING APPEARED MYSTERIOUSLY
ON THE SPIDER'S WEB
IN MR. ZUCKERMAN'S BARN.
THIS MIRACLE HAS NEVER BEEN EXPLAINED.
ALL WE KNOW IS
THAT WE ARE DEALING WITH SUPERNATURAL FORCES HERE,
AND WE SHOULD ALL BE PROUD AND GRATEFUL.
IN THE WORDS OF THE SPIDER'S WEB,
THIS IS SOME PIG!
HOORAY! YAY! YAY!
¶ HE'S SOME PIG
¶ SOME PIG
¶ SOME TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE PIG ¶
¶ HE IS SOME PIG
¶ OH, WOW, LOOK AT HIM NOW ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG ¶
¶ SOOEY, WHAT DO YOU SEE?
¶ THE GREATEST HOG IN HISTORY ¶
¶ FINE SWINE, WISH HE WAS MINE ¶
¶ WHAT IF HE'S NOT SO BIG? ¶
¶ HE'S SOME TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE ¶
¶ THINGAMAJIG OF A FINE PHENOMENON ¶
¶ MY LAND, ISN'T HE GRAND? ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG
¶ GOLLY, YOU GOT TO AGREE ¶
¶ HE'S A REAL CELEBRITY
¶ FINE SWINE, WISH HE WAS MINE ¶
¶ WHAT IF HE'S NOT SO BIG? ¶
¶ HE'S SOME TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE ¶
¶ THINGAMAJIG OF A PIG
¶ THE TERRIFIC
¶ RADIANT
¶ HUMBLE
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S
FAMOUS PIG ¶
YAY! YAY!
ON BEHALF OF THE GOVERNORS OF THE FAIR,
I HAVE THE HONOR
OF AWARDING A SPECIAL PRIZE OF $25
TO MR. ZUCKERMAN.
YAY! YAY! YAY!
AND THIS HANDSOME BRONZE MEDAL,
SUITABLY ENGRAVED,
TO THIS RADIANT, THIS TERRIFIC,
THIS HUMBLE PIG.
[CHEERING, APPLAUSE]
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU, EVERYBODY.
HE'S SOME PIG.
AND IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT,
HE'S GOING TO LIVE TO A RIPE OLD AGE.
HOORAY! YAY! YAY!
¶ OH, WOW, LOOK AT HIM NOW ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG
¶ SOOEY, WHAT DO YOU SEE?
¶ THE GREATEST HOG IN HISTORY ¶
¶ FINE SWINE, WISH HE WAS MINE ¶
¶ WHAT IF HE'S NOT SO BIG? ¶
¶ HE'S SOME TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE ¶
¶ THINGAMAJIG OF A PIG
¶ THE TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S, ZUCKERMAN'S, ZUCKERMAN'S ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S, ZUCKERMAN'S ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG ¶
ZUCKERMAN'S PIG!
YAY! YAY! YAY!
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL MEDAL, WILBUR,
AND YOU DESERVE IT.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, CHARLOTTE?
YOU DON'T SOUND LIKE YOURSELF.
I'M A LITTLE TIRED, PERHAPS, BUT I FEEL PEACEFUL.
YOUR SUCCESS TODAY WAS, TO A SMALL DEGREE, MY SUCCESS.
YOU WILL LIVE NOW, SECURE AND SAFE.
WHY DID YOU DO THIS FOR ME, CHARLOTTE?
YOU HAVE BEEN MY FRIEND.
THAT, IN ITSELF, IS A TREMENDOUS THING.
AFTER ALL, WHAT'S A LIFE, ANYWAY?
WE'RE BORN, WE LIVE A LITTLE WHILE,
AND WE DIE.
A SPIDER'S LIFE CAN'T HELP BEING SOMETHING OF A MESS
WITH ALL THIS TRAPPING AND EATING FLIES.
BY HELPING YOU,
PERHAPS I WAS TRYING TO LIFT UP MY OWN LIFE A TRIFLE.
I HAVEN'T GOT YOUR GIFT FOR WORDS, CHARLOTTE,
BUT YOU'VE SAVED ME,
AND I WOULD GLADLY GIVE MY LIFE FOR YOU.
I'M SURE YOU WOULD.
WON'T IT BE WONDERFUL TO BE BACK HOME
IN THE BARN CELLAR AGAIN,
WITH THE SHEEP AND THE GEESE?
I WILL NOT BE GOING BACK TO THE BARN.
NOT GOING BACK?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
I'M DONE FOR, WILBUR.
IN A WHILE, I'LL BE DEAD.
I HAVEN'T EVEN STRENGTH ENOUGH
TO CLIMB DOWN INTO THE CRATE.
OH, NO!
OH, COME, COME NOW, WILBUR.
LET'S NOT MAKE A SCENE.
CHIN UP, REMEMBER?
EVERYBODY LOVES A HAPPY FACE.
I CAN'T STAND IT.
I WON'T LEAVE YOU ALONE HERE TO DIE.
I SHALL STAY, TOO.
OH, DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, WILBUR.
ZUCKERMAN'S ON HIS WAY HERE RIGHT NOW.
YOU'LL BE GOING HOME IN A FEW MINUTES.
CHARLOTTE, W-WHERE'S TEMPLETON?
HE'S SLEEPING.
THERE. UNDER THE STRAW.
TEMPLETON, PAY ATTENTION.
WHAT KIND OF MONKEYSHINE IS THIS?
LISTEN, CHARLOTTE HAS ONLY A SHORT TIME TO LIVE.
SHE CAN'T GO HOME WITH US.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY THAT I TAKE HER EGG SAC.
YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN REACH IT.
SO, IT'S OLD TEMPLETON TO THE RESCUE AGAIN, IS IT?
TEMPLETON, HURRY UP!
SO, IT'S "HURRY UP, TEMPLETON," IS IT?
AND WHAT THANKS DO I GET FOR THESE SERVICES?
I'LL MAKE YOU A SOLEMN PROMISE.
GET CHARLOTTE'S EGG SAC FOR ME,
AND FROM NOW ON I'LL LET YOU EAT FIRST
WHEN LERVY SLOPS ME.
YOU MEAN THAT?
CROSS MY HEART.
IT'S A DEAL.
USE EXTREME CARE!
I DON'T WANT A SINGLE EGG HARMED.
THIS STUFF STICKS TO MY MOUTH.
IT'S WORSE THAN CARAMEL CANDY.
CHARLOTTE, YOUR CHILDREN ARE SAFE.
CHARLOTTE?
I'M THINKING OF YOUR LIFE, WILBUR.
NOTHING CAN HARM YOU NOW.
¶ THE AUTUMN DAYS GROW SHORT AND COLD ¶
¶ IT'S CHRISTMASTIME
¶ AGAIN
¶ THEN SNOWS OF WINTER SLOWLY MELT ¶
¶ THE DAYS GROW SHORT, AND THEN ¶
¶ HE TURNS THE SEASONS ¶
¶ AROUND
¶ AND SO
¶ SHE CHANGES HER GOWN ¶
¶ MOTHER EARTH
¶ AND FATHER TIME
¶ HOW VERY SPECIAL
¶ ARE WE
¶ FOR JUST A MOMENT
¶ TO BE
¶ PART OF LIFE'S
¶ ETERNAL
¶ RHYME
CHARLOTTE?
CHARLOTTE!
[CRYING]
LOOK AT WILBUR.
HE'S GOT TEARS IN HIS EYES.
PROBABLY HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME,
HE HATES TO GO HOME.
HE'S NOT SICK, IS HE?
PROBABLY JUST HOMESICK.
I GUESS WE ALL ARE.
Narrator: AND SO, WILBUR CAME HOME
TO HIS BELOVED MANURE PILE IN THE BARN CELLAR.
AROUND HIS NECK, HE WORE A MEDAL OF HONOR.
IN HIS MOUTH,
HE HELD A SAC OF SPIDER'S EGGS.
WILBUR NO LONGER WORRIED ABOUT BEING KILLED,
FOR HE KNEW THAT MR. ZUCKERMAN WOULD KEEP HIM
AS LONG AS HE LIVED.
THE AUTUMN DAYS GREW SHORTER.
ONE EVENING, JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
SNOW BEGAN FALLING,
AND COLD SETTLED ON THE WORLD.
ALL WINTER WILBUR WATCHED OVER CHARLOTTE'S EGG SAC,
AS THOUGH HE WERE GUARDING HIS OWN CHILDREN.
AND AFTER MANY LONG DAYS AND NIGHTS,
THE SNOWS MELTED AND RAN AWAY.
THE SUN GREW WARMER, AND MORNING CAME SOONER.
THE LAND WAS GOOD AND GREEN AGAIN.
EVERYWHERE THERE WERE
SIGNS OF LIFE RENEWING ITSELF.
[PEEPING]
[BAA]
[BAA BAA]
[SQUEAK SQUEAK]
HA HA HA HA.
HELLO THERE.
HELLO. HELLO.
I'M AN OLD FRIEND OF YOUR MOTHER'S.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?
WE'RE JUST FINE.
NICE PLACE YOU'VE GOT HERE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?
GOOD-BYE.
WAIT A MINUTE.
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?
WE'RE GOING OUT INTO THE WORLD
TO MAKE WEBS FOR OURSELVES.
ARE ALL OF YOU GOING?
YOU CAN'T ALL GO.
CHILDREN!
GOOD-BYE.
OH.
[SNIFF SNIFF]
WHAT ARE YOU UP TO NOW?
I'M GOING AWAY.
I CAN'T STAND IT HERE.
THIS PLACE IS TOO FULL OF MEMORIES.
ALL OF CHARLOTTE'S CHILDREN ARE GONE.
Chorus: HELLO.
THERE ARE THREE LITTLE RUNTS UP THERE
THAT COULDN'T FLY AWAY.
SALUTATIONS.
SALU WHAT?
SALUTATIONS.
THAT'S MY FANCY WAY OF SAYING HELLO.
ARE YOU GOING TO STAY?
WE'RE TOO SMALL TO FLY.
CHIN UP.
THIS IS A NICE PLACE.
STAY HERE WITH ME.
DOES THAT MEAN WE ARE WELCOME HERE?
FOR AS LONG AS YOU'LL STAY.
WE LIKE THIS PLACE,
AND WE LIKE YOU.
WE MUST FIND NAMES FOR YOU.
WHY ARE YOU TREMBLING?
I'M TREMBLING WITH JOY.
OH. THEN YOUR NAME IS JOY.
WHAT WAS MY MOTHER'S MIDDLE INITIAL?
"A."
THEN MY NAME IS ARANIA.
WILL YOU JUST PICK OUT A SENSIBLE NAME FOR ME?
NELLY?
OH, I LIKE THAT VERY MUCH.
ARE YOU WRITERS?
NO, BUT WE WILL BE WHEN WE GROW UP.
THEN WRITE THIS IN YOUR WEBS
WHEN YOU LEARN.
THIS HALLOWED DOORWAY
WAS ONCE THE HOME OF CHARLOTTE.
SHE WAS BRILLIANT,
BEAUTIFUL, AND LOYAL TO THE END.
HER MEMORY WILL BE TREASURED FOREVER.
THAT WOULD TAKE US A LIFETIME.
A LIFETIME--
THAT'S WHAT WE HAVE.
EVERYBODY, COME SEE.
QUICKLY!
[BAA BAA]
[NEIGH]
[MOO MOO]
[SQUEAK SQUEAK]
CHARLOTTE'S DAUGHTERS,
JOY, ARANIA, AND NELLY.
Daughters: SALUTATIONS.
HELLO! HELLO!
WELCOME TO THE BARN.
WE THOUGHT WELL OF YOUR MOTHER.
Narrator: WILBUR NEVER FORGOT CHARLOTTE.
ALTHOUGH HE LOVED HER CHILDREN
AND GRANDCHILDREN DEARLY,
NONE OF THE NEW SPIDERS EVER QUITE TOOK HER PLACE
IN HIS HEART.
SHE WAS IN A CLASS BY HERSELF.
IT'S NOT OFTEN THAT SOMEONE COMES ALONG
WHO'S A TRUE FRIEND AND A GOOD WRITER.
CHARLOTTE WAS BOTH.
Chorus: ¶ OH, WOW. LOOK AT HIM NOW ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG
¶ SOOEY, WHAT DO YOU SEE?
¶ THE GREATEST HOG IN HISTORY ¶
¶ FINE SWINE, WISH HE WAS MINE ¶
¶ WHAT IF HE'S NOT SO BIG? ¶
¶ HE'S SOME TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE ¶
¶ THINGAMAJIG OF A PIG
¶ THE TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN, ZUCKERMAN, ZUCKERMAN, ZUCKERMAN ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S... ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG ¶
¶ MY LAND, ISN'T HE GRAND? ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG
¶ GOLLY, YOU GOTTA AGREE
¶ HE'S A REAL CELEBRITY
¶ FINE SWINE, WISH HE WAS MINE ¶
¶ WHAT IF HE'S NOT SO BIG? ¶
¶ HE'S SOME TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE ¶
¶ THINGAMAJIG OF A PIG
¶ THE TERRIFIC, RADIANT, HUMBLE ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S... ZUCKERMAN'S... ¶
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S FAMOUS PIG
¶ ZUCKERMAN'S PIG