- I'M JUST HEADING TO THE FIELDS, DUKE.
I'LL BE BACK.
[sheep bleating]
- CLEAR!
[upbeat hoedown music]
- ALL RIGHT!
*
- RAT-A-BUNGA!
- * FROM THE HAYSTACKS UP TO THE HILLTOPS *
* WE GO ON DANCING
- WHOO-HOO! WHOA!
OW, OW! OKAY, OW.
OW!
- * DO SI DO YOUR PARTNER NOW *
*
* PARTY TILL THE MORNING LIGHT *
*
* DO SI DO AND DON'T YOU KNOW *
* IT'S JUST THE WAY WE ANIMALS ROLL *
[motor roaring]
- HA HA!
[dirt crackling]
- [grunting]
- DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA, AY-AY-AY.
A-GA-GA-GA-GA--
- UH, FREDDY, THE JACKHAMMER ISN'T ON.
- I KNOW.
I HAVE A LOT OF NERVOUS ENERGY.
- [slurping]
PANCAKES ARE READY.
- PIG, THAT'S CEMENT.
- OH, THEN I'M VERY ILL.
- HOW LONG DOES CEMENT TAKE TO DRY?
- OH, ABOUT THIS LONG.
[flames roaring]
VOILA! INSTANT SPEED BUMP.
NO HOT-WHEELIN' GRANNIES
ARE GONNA TURN MY FRIENDS INTO ROAD KILL.
- CAR!
- WATCH AS THE SPEED BUMP 'CAUSES THE OBSERVANT DRIVER
TO REDUCE HIS SPEED.
- YES, THE FOSSIL DIG WENT SPLENDIDLY.
I FOUND A TRICERATOPS FEMUR,
A BRONTO SKULL,
AND SOME SORT OF GIANT EGG.
HOLD ON. SPEED BUMP.
[engine revs]
YEE-HA-HA-HA-HA!
- [all cheering]
- YEAH.
WHO KNEW SAFETY COULD GET SUCH WICKED AIR?
- HEY, SOMETHING FELL OFF THAT TRUCK.
- SWEET CUD, IT'S A GIANT CHICKEN EGG.
- HEY, YEAH. - A GIANT CHICKEN?
- CAREFUL, OTIS.
MY MAMA ALWAYS SAID,
"NEVER TOUCH AN OVERSIZED CHICKEN EGG."
- WHY WOULD SHE SAY THAT?
- SHE WAS CRAZY.
- OH, THAT POOR, LITTLE LOST EGG.
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO, OTIS?
- I'LL TELL YOU WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO.
WE'RE GONNA BRING IT BACK TO THE BARNYARD AND HATCH IT.
- YOU KNOW, I'M NOT SURE THAT'S A VERY GOOD--
- QUIET! OTIS IS RIGHT.
WE HAVE TO HATCH IT.
HATCH IT, OTIS. HATCH IT!
OW.
- GUYS, A GIANT CHICKEN
WOULD MAKE A GREAT ADDITION TO THE BARNYARD.
WE NEED A FIFTH FOR POLO,
AND I CAN FINALLY HAVE A JOUSTING PARTNER.
[trumpet fanfare]
[all chattering]
- LATER THAT DAY, OTIS HATCHED THE PLAN.
GET IT?
IT'S AN EGG EPISODE, AND I SAID "HATCHED."
I'M LONELY!
- HENS!
OH, GOOD, YOU'RE AWAKE.
LISTEN, I NEED ABOUT 20 OR 30 OF YOU
TO SIT ON THIS GIANT EGG UNTIL IT HATCHES.
SO COME ON! WHO'S IN?
I WANT TO SEE SOME WARM HEINIES.
AH!
OOF!
OW.
I'M GONNA CALL HIM PLUCKY.
- NOW WHO'S GONNA KEEP IT WARM? - ME!
I WANT TO HATCH THE GIANT CHICKEN!
I'M VERY HUNGRY-- I MEAN, NURTURING.
- YEAH, NO.
COME ON, PLUCKY.
I'LL HATCH YOU MYSELF.
- I'M AVAILABLE FOR BABYSITTING.
- AH! - REALLY, I'M VERY CHEAP.
- I DON'T LIKE YOU.
- EVERY NIGHT OF THE WEEK, I'LL BE THERE.
- COME ON, PLUCKY. - HEY, WAIT UP!
- * GIANT EGG, GIANT EGG *
* NICE AND WARM 'NEATH MY UTTERS *
- OTIS, YOU'VE BEEN SITTING ON THAT EGG FOR HOURS.
- THAT'S WHEN ALL THE EMOTIONAL BONDING BEGINS.
HEY, HE'S KICKING!
SQUEE!
WHO WANTS TO FEEL? WHO WANTS TO FEEL?
- OH, IT'S A MIRACLE.
I'LL PASS.
- OH, I'LL FEEL, I'LL FEEL.
- YEAH, NOT SO MUCH YOU.
- OKAY. - WOW, OTIS.
YOU'RE REALLY GETTING INTO THIS FATHERHOOD THING.
- YOU KNOW, I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT.
I HAVE ALWAYS DREAMED OF BEING A DAD.
- SINCE WHEN?
- EH, COUPLE MINUTES AGO. - UH-HUH.
- BY THE WAY, HOW MANY FINGERS DOES A GIANT CHICKEN HAVE?
- OOH, DID SOMEONE SAY "CHICKEN FINGERS"?
OOH.
- THE NEXT DAY, THINGS REALLY GOT CRACKING.
GET IT?
OTIS IS SITTING ON AN EGG, AND I SAID "CRACKING."
A-HA! OH, FORGET IT.
- [snoring]
- ME-ME-ME-ME-ME.
- [snoring]
- GUYS, GUYS! HE'S HATCHING!
- IT'S TIME. IT'S TIME.
- OH, HOW EXCITING. - THE MIRACLE OF LIFE.
- EVERYONE, SAY HELLO TO THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE BARNYARD,
PLUCKY.
all: AW.
- EW.
- [roars]
[all screaming]
- DUDE, THAT'S NO GIANT CHICKEN.
THAT'S A GODZILLA.
- AH! KEEP IT AWAY.
GET BACK! GET BACK!
- OH, LOOK. HE'S HUNGRY.
- OTIS, THAT'S A DINOSAUR.
WE CAN'T KEEP HIM ON THE BARNYARD.
- HE'S VICIOUS.
- AND DOESN'T LOOK VERY EDIBLE.
- COME ON, GUYS, DON'T HATE HIM BECAUSE HE'S DIFFERENT.
WE ALL HAVE OUR LITTLE FOIBLES.
FREDDY WANTS TO EAT HIS BEST FRIEND.
- PIG HAS AN OBSESSION WITH FACE-PAINTING.
- YOU CAN'T PROVE THAT.
- PIP'S IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE 20 TIMES HIS SIZE.
AND ABBY SAYS FUNNY-SOUNDING HILLBILLY THINGS ALL DAY.
- THAT'S AS WRONG AS A ONE-EYED SWAMP GOBBLER.
- SEE? SO WHAT DO YOU SAY?
LET'S GIVE PLUCKY A CHANCE TO FIT IN.
- WELL, I SUPPOSE WE COULD GIVE HIM A CHANCE.
- AT LEAST UNTIL THE FARMER GETS BACK FROM ANGER MANAGEMENT CAMP.
- YEAH?
THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF YOUR SHARING STICK!
UH! NOT SO PRETTY NOW, HUH?
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, JERKY?
HOW WAS THAT?
- OH, ALL RIGHT. - HE CAN STAY.
- WE'LL GIVE HIM A CHANCE. - THANKS, GUYS.
I PROMISE THAT BY THIS TIME TOMORROW,
YOU'LL LOVE PLUCKY AS MUCH AS I DO.
AH! OH, HOW CUTE.
HE'S TEETHING.
GET THE BANDAGES.
- THE NEXT MORNING, THE ANIMALS ALL WENT OVER TO MY HOUSE
FOR FRENCH TOAST.
WAIT, HOLD ON. THAT WAS JUST IN MY MIND.
LONELY PEOPLE HAVE VIVID FANTASY LIVES.
- MORNING, EVERYONE.
- [yawns]
[all gasp]
all: PLUCKY?
- [roars]
- HE'S HUGE.
- MORNING, GUYS. DID YOU NOTICE?
LITTLE PLUCKY HAD A GROWTH SPURT.
- OTIS, HE'S 12 FEET TALL.
- HE COULD EAT US.
- WHAT? MY SON WILL NOT EAT YOU.
I HAVE RAISED HIM TO BE VERY WELL BEHAVED.
WATCH. [blows whistle]
boom!
- OH, FORGET THIS.
[blows whistle]
AH!
- AND HE CAN FETCH.
- AH!
crash!
NAH-- AH!
- [roars]
- OTIS, THOSE ARE A BUNCH OF DOG TRICKS.
- DOGS, KIDS, DINOSAURS; ALL THEY WANT IS OUR LOVE.
- OTIS, THAT DINOSAUR IS A MENACE.
- HE'S GONNA GET US ALL EXPOSED.
- HE'S SO NOT A CHICKEN.
- GUYS, PLEASE, NOT IN FRONT OF PLUCKY.
NOW, IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS,
I'M GOOD A WEEK FROM TUESDAY BETWEEN--
all: NOW!
- OH, FINE.
WAIT HERE, PLUCKY.
DADDY'S GONNA GO TALK TO THE NICE MEAN PEOPLE.
[blows whistle]
boom!
SUCH A GOOD BOY. YES, HE IS.
GIVE DADDY A KISS.
MAKES IT ALL WORTH IT.
NORA'S LOG: FARM DATE 438.5.
I AM BEGINNING MY ALL-DAY SURVEILLANCE OF THE BARNYARD.
- [huffing]
- HUH?
- [roars]
- [screams]
[romantic music swells]
*
DON'T COME ANY CLOSER.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
OH, NO!
- [roars]
- PUT ME DOWN!
HELLO, POLICE?
I'VE BEEN CAPTURED BY A GODZILLA.
BRING IN THE AIR SUPPORT!
- VERY FUNNY, LADY.
LOOK, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR--
- [roars]
- JUMPIN' JELLY DONUTS!
IT IS A GODZILLA!
- [screams]
- DON'T WORRY, LADY.
I'M ON MY WAY.
OKAY, FRANK, YOU'VE TRAINED FOR THIS DAY.
YOU KNOW WHAT HAS TO BE DONE.
TIME TO HUNT SOME 'ZILLA.
- HE'S TOO BIG AND SMELLY.
- AND HE SLOBBERS...
[all talking at once]
- OKAY, COME ON. YOU KNOW KIDS.
THEY'RE ALWAYS TESTING BOUNDARIES AND BITING CARS.
HE'LL GROW OUT OF IT.
- OTIS. - HE'S A MENACE.
- LOSE HIM!
- OKAY, FINE.
I'LL TRY TO FIND PLUCKY A NEW HOME.
- [screaming]
- THAT WAS MRS. BEADY.
- OH, NO! SHE MUST'VE SPOTTED PLUCKY.
- [screaming]
PUT ME DOWN!
- [roars]
- GET OFF. WHAT ARE YOU--NO!
- PLUCKY, DON'T EAT THAT.
SHE'LL GIVE YOU TERRIBLE INDIGESTION.
- GEEZ, OTIS, I HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO.
SO YOU GUYS DO IT.
- WE TOLD YOU SO!
- OH, THIS IS TERRIBLE.
THIS IS EVERY FATHER'S NIGHTMARE.
THE ONLY THING THAT COULD MAKE THIS WORSE IS...
[gunfire]
I WAS GONNA SAY JURY DUTY.
BUT THIS IS BAD TOO!
[plane whooshes]
- EAT CHEESE BALLS, BUDDY.
I KNEW I'D FIND A USE FOR THESE THINGS EVENTUALLY.
- [roars]
[gunfire]
- AH!
- [roars]
- HEY, HE'S TRYING TO PROTECT MRS. BEADY.
I THINK HE'S SWEET ON HER.
all: AW.
- * PLUCKY'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND
* MRS. BEADY'S GONNA BE OTIS' DAUGHTER-IN-LAW *
thud! - UH.
[plane whooshes]
- [roars]
- WHY, HE WASN'T TRYING TO EAT ME AT ALL.
HE WAS JUST TRYING-- WAH!
[screaming]
UH!
- HOW'S IT GOING?
[plane whooshes]
- THE PLANE'S COMING AROUND AGAIN.
- OTIS, DO SOMETHING.
THAT GUY'S NOT PLAYING.
- PLAYING! THAT'S IT!
- DON'T MOVE, FELLA.
I GOT YOU RIGHT WHERE I WANT YOU.
[whistle blows]
- [growls]
[dramatic operatic music plays]
*
[loud thud]
[all gasp]
- LOOKS LIKE THAT LAST CHEESE BALL DID HIM IN.
- OH, IT WASN'T THE CHEESE BALL.
'TWAS BEAUTY KILLED THE BEAST.
- NO, I'M PRETTY SURE IT WAS THE CHEESE BALL.
- OH, JUST FLY ME HOME.
- OKAY, RIGHT.
- OH, PLUCKY. - POOR GUY.
- SO SAD. - IT'S TRAGIC.
- HE WAS SO YOUNG.
- [laughs]
OH, MAN, THAT COULD NOT HAVE GONE BETTER.
- WHAT? - OTIS!
- HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?
- GUYS, RELAX. EVERYTHING'S FINE.
OBSERVE. [blows whistle]
- [roars]
[all cheer]
- WE MISSED YOU.
- PLAYING DEAD'S ONE OF THE TRICKS I TAUGHT HIM.
RIGHT, PLUCKY?
- OH, YOU'RE A GOOD DAD, OTIS.
I GUESS IF YOU REALLY WANT PLUCKY TO STAY,
WE'LL FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT WORK.
- NO, ABIGAIL.
I SEE NOW THAT PLUCKY NEEDS TO RUN FREE.
FOR, YOU SEE, HE NEEDS A PLACE
WHERE DINOSAURS CAN GET THE LOVE AND ATTENTION
THEY SO RICHLY DESERVE.
BUT SINCE I DON'T KNOW ANY PLACE LIKE THAT,
I'LL DO THE NEXT BEST THING.
[sheep bleating]
[goat bleating]
- [roars]
- READY TO BREAK GROUND
ON OUR NEW VEGETABLE GARDEN/SPICY HOT WING GRILL?
- UH, FREDDY, I DON'T REMEMBER DISCUSSING A HOT WING--
- ENOUGH TALK! LET'S DIG!
[grunting] HUH?
UH...
I'VE ANGERED THE EARTH!
AH!
- EARTHQUAKE!
STOP, DROP, AND ROLL, STAY WITH YOUR BUDDY,
AND OTHER EMERGENCY PHRASES!
- HEY, LOOK, EARTHQUAKES MAKE MY BELLY JIGGLE.
OH, IT'S THE BIG ONE. LOOK AT THAT.
- YAH!
- HEY, IT MUST BE THE MOLE PEOPLE.
I HAVEN'T SEEN THEM SINCE THEY BANISHED ME
FROM THEIR UNDERGROUND KINGDOM.
- UH, WHAT? - WHAT'S THAT NOW?
- YEAH, COME AGAIN?
- GUYS, DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
- WOW, SAVING THAT RACE OF MOLE PEOPLE
FROM THOSE GIANT EVIL BLOOD WORMS
AT THE CENTER OF THE EARTH WAS COOL!
- YOU SAID IT!
- I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THEY MADE PIG THEIR EMPEROR.
- WHOA!
OH!
I ABUSED MY POWER, AND I LEARNED NOTHING.
- OH, THOSE MOLE PEOPLE. - OH, YEAH.
- I REMEMBER THAT. - HOW COULD I FORGET?
- I THINK I HEAR SOMETH--
- WHOA! - LOOK OUT.
- DON, ERNIE, MERTON,
WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?
- YOUR MAJESTY, WE FOUND YOU.
- WE'D ALMOST GIVEN UP HOPE.
- WHERE'S THE BATHROOM?
- HEY, A LITTLE RESPECT FOR YOUR EMPEROR.
all: HAIL PIG, EMPEROR OF THE MOLE PEOPLE.
- NOW CAN I GO?
- WHOA, MOLE GUYS, WHAT DO YOU MEAN "EMPEROR"?
I THOUGHT YOU FIRED PIG
FOR BEING THE MOST HORRIBLE EMPEROR EVER.
- I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE, YOU KNOW.
- WE WERE WRONG.
WE BEG FORGIVENESS.
- YOUR REFORMS ALL WORKED OUT BRILLIANTLY.
- REALLY?
YOU MEAN LIKE PUTTING PASTE APPRECIATION
BACK IN OUR SCHOOLS?
- TEST SCORES WENT UP 83%
- AND REPLACING HOSPITALS WITH PIE FACTORIES?
- PIE EXPANDED OUR LIFESPAN BY YEARS.
- WHOA, GUYS.
SOUNDS LIKE EVERYTHING'S SLAPHAPPY IN MOLE TOWN.
- INDEED. - INDUBITABLY.
- A PARADISE. - COULDN'T BE BETTER.
- UNTIL THE BLOOD WORMS CAME.
- BLOOD WORMS? WHAT BLOOD WORMS?
- WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE THE AWFUL HORROR!
- SO WE BROUGHT A SLIDE SHOW.
- HERE'S US ENJOYING PIE AT MERCY GENERAL PIE CLINIC.
- HERE ARE THE BLOOD WORMS INVADING!
- AND HERE WE ARE HAVING TAPAS AT A CAFE.
- AND HERE'S OUR CIVILIZATION IN FLAMES!
- OH, HERE WE ARE WEARING CRAZY JOKE GLASSES.
- OKAY, OKAY, WE GET IT.
BLOOD WORMS; WE'RE ALL UP TO SPEED ON THE BLOOD WORMS.
- WE BEG YOU, EMPEROR.
GIVE US REFUGE.
- HIDE US FROM THE BLOOD WORMS.
- I REALLY NEED A BATHROOM.
- OH, YOU POOR GUYS.
STAY AS LONG AS YOU WANT.
AND THE BATHROOM'S ALL AROUND YOU.
all: THREE CHEERS FOR OUR EMPEROR.
HUZZAH, HUZZAH, HUZZAH!
- PIG, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WE CAN'T LET THE FARMER
SEE THESE CRAZY MOLE GUYS RUNNING AROUND.
- OTIS, THEY'RE MY SUBJECTS. I OWE IT TO THEM.
I PROMISE, YOU'LL NEVER EVEN KNOW THEY'RE HERE.
- * ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR OF THE MOLES *
* HE'S BIG AND PINK AND DIVINE *
* HE'S GOT PIZZAZZ, HE LIKES SMOOTH JAZZ *
* ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR OF THE MOLES *
- JAZZ PAWS!
- GUYS, PLEASE, YOU'RE SPOILING ME.
WHY'D YOU STOP SINGING?
- * ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR OF THE MOLES *
- OTIS, THEY'VE BEEN PAYING HOMAGE TO PIG FOR HOURS.
- AND THEY DUG UP THE BARNYARD TO BUILD A STUPID THRONE.
- AND THEY KEEP ACCIDENTALLY BURYING US.
- GUYS, WE NEED TO BE PATIENT.
THEY'RE NEW TO OUR WORLD.
THEIR WAYS ARE STRANGE AND MOLE-Y.
- 78TH VERSE!
all: NO!
- * ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR OF THE MOLES *
* HE'S BIG AND PINK AND DIVINE *
- HEY, GREAT HOMAGE. YEAH, WE GOT IT.
WOW, THAT IS AN EARFUL OF DELIGHTFULNESS.
BUT LET'S SAY WE TAKE A BREAK FROM THAT
AND PUT SOME LUNCH IN OUR SINGING HOLES?
- OH, THE EMPEROR OF THE MOLES LOVES HIS LUNCHY.
- IT SHALL BE DONE.
PREPARE THE EMPEROR'S TABLE, SERVING COW.
- EXCUSE ME?
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SERVING-- OW!
PIG, WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING?
- [chuckles]
SERVANT COW.
- GUYS, FOOD'S HERE.
- I AM STARVED.
- STOP!
THE EMPEROR'S FOOD MUST BE TASTED FIRST.
- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
WE ALWAYS ORDER FROM THIS PLACE.
- AW, COME ON, OTIS. LET THEM DO IT.
THEY LIKE HELPING.
- THIS TOMATO COULD BE RADIOACTIVE.
- FRENCH FRIES ARE HIGH IN TRANS FAT.
- NOPE, THE... - NOT THIS.
- OW!
- UH! - STOP IT!
- GOOD NEWS, GREAT ONE.
THIS PICKLE IS TOTALLY SAFE.
- YOU CRAZY KNUCKLEHEADS.
YOU REALLY LOOK OUT FOR ME.
- PIG, YOU HAVE GOT TO CONTROL YOUR--OH!
- DO NOT DISTURB THE EMPEROR AT PICKLE TIME!
- OW, OH! THIS ISN'T--
STOP THAT! Y-Y-YEAH, YEAH.
I WILL PINCH YOU-- AH!
- [snoring]
- THE EMPEROR'S NAP GOES WELL.
BUT HIS THRONE ROOM IS DISGUSTING.
- HIGHLY UNSANITARY.
- A TOTAL DUMP.
- YES, WE MUST FIND A MORE SUITABLE PALACE.
- HUZZAH!
- NOW, ERNIE, NOW, NOW. - I GET EXCITED.
- * DOO, DOO-DOO, DOO, DOH
* FIXIN' TO LOOK AT THE GOOD NEWS AND THE BAD NEWS *
- NICE DWELLING.
THE EMPEROR SHOULD LIVE THERE.
- LOOKS LIKE THAT HUMANOID ALREADY DOES.
- WE MUST VANQUISH HIM.
MOLES ATTACK!
all: AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
- AH! MOLE PEOPLE!
AH!
UGH!
- [yawns]
GREAT NAP.
- HEY, GUYS, HAVE YOU SEEN MY MOLES?
- YEAH, DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
YOU DID THAT SPECIAL FOR THE DERMATOLOGY CHANNEL?
- HELLO, AND WELCOME TO ANOTHER EPISODE
OF MEET MY MOLES,
STARRING ME, PIG.
BUT ENOUGH TALK.
LET'S JUMP IN AND MEET MY MOLES.
THIS IS SALLY.
SHE'S SHY AND LIKES LONG WALKS IN THE PARK.
THIS LITTLE FELLA IS NAMED GUSTAV.
HE'S A GRUMPY LITTLE BUGGER, SO I USUALLY LET HIM SLEEP LATE.
AND THIS IS BENJI.
LET'S SEE IF HE WANTS TO SAY HI.
BENJI, SAY HI TO THE NICE PEOPLE.
COME ON, LITTLE FELLA.
WHOA. HEY.
THAT WASN'T A MOLE AT ALL.
IT WAS JUST AN OLD RAISIN.
OH, WELL.
THAT CONCLUDES TODAY'S VISIT WITH MY MOLES.
NO, FREDDY, I MEANT THE MOLE PEOPLE.
- YOU MEAN THOSE ANNOYING LITTLE SHOCK JOCKEYS?
YEAH, PIG, THEY GOT TO GO.
- COME ON, OTIS, I KNOW THEIR CUSTOMS ARE WEIRD,
BUT THEY REALLY DON'T MEAN ANY HARM.
- HUP, HUP, HUP, HUP, HUP, HUP, HUP, HUP...
- WOW, LOOK HOW WRONG YOU ARE.
STEP AWAY FROM THE FARMER.
- BUT HE IS OUR PRISONER.
- HE'S GOING TO BE THE CENTERPIECE
FOR THE EMPEROR'S NEW GARDEN.
- HE'LL BE FINE AS LONG AS WE WATER HIM.
- FINE! THEN I'LL TAKE HIM BA--
I NEVER GET USED TO THAT.
- DON, MERTON, ERNIE, STOP IT NOW!
- DO WE DISPLEASE YOU? - WE BEG FORGIVENESS.
- THEY MADE ME DO IT.
- BARN MEETING.
- PLEASE, GUYS, IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
- NO WAY. THEY'RE REALLY ANNOYING.
- AND THEY SING TERRIBLE.
- AND THEY KEEP BURYING US.
- SORRY, PIG, THOSE MOLES HAVE GOT TO GO.
- ALL RIGHT.
SORRY, GUYS, I'M AFRAID YOU CAN'T STAY HERE ANYMORE.
all: OH.
- WE UNDERSTAND, GREAT ONE.
COME, MY BROTHERS.
LET US RETURN TO THE EARTH
AND THE CERTAIN BLOOD-WORM-RELATED DOOM
THAT AWAITS US.
[phone beeps]
- HOLD ON. I'M GETTING A TEXT.
- GUYS, THIS ISN'T RIGHT.
I'M THEIR LEADER. IF THEY GO, I GO.
WELL?
- WE'RE THINKING IT OVER.
- BLOOD WORMS! BLOOD WORMS!
- NO HOPE. - WHAT DO WE DO?
- BLOOD WORMS...
- GUYS, WHAT'S WRONG?
- EMPEROR, WE RECEIVED A MESSAGE FROM DOWN UNDER.
THE BLOOD WORMS HAVE FOUND US.
- AND THEY'RE SENDING ERIC TO COME GET US.
- WHAT'S AN ERIC?
- ERIC THE DESTROYER,
THE MOST DEADLY BLOOD WORM OF ALL.
HE WILL DEVASTATE YOUR BARNYARD.
- OTIS, WE GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
- YOU'RE RIGHT.
NO GIANT BLOOD WORM WITH A HUMAN NAME
IS GONNA TRASH OUR HOME.
COME ON, GUYS.
[low rumbling]
- TOO LATE! - HE'S FOUND US!
[low rumbling]
- ROAR!
[roars]
- AH. HE'S TERRIBLE.
SAVE US FROM HIS SAVAGE FURY.
- PATHETIC MOLES.
DID YOU THINK YOU COULD HIDE FROM MY ALL-CONSUMING FURY?
[roars]
- UH, YOU GUYS ARE KIDDING, RIGHT?
- FACE ME, MOLES.
FACE THE SOUL-CRUSHING TERROR THAT IS ERIC!
ROAR!
- OH, WELL, HE'S JUST ADORABLE.
all: AW.
- WHO'S A LITTLE BLOOD WORM?
YOU ARE. YES, YOU ARE.
- THIS IS THE GUY WHO DEVASTATED YOUR CIVILIZATION?
- WELL, HIS POWER LIES MOSTLY IN VERBAL ABUSE.
- HEY, MOLES, GUESS WHAT.
- WHAT? - THAT'S WHAT!
[laughing]
- HIS TAUNTS, THEY HURT, THEY HURT!
- YOU'RE SO DUMB,
YOU THINK IGNEOUS ROCK IS METAMORPHIC IN STRUCTURE!
- OH, IT STINGS. - HE PUSHES ALL OUR BUTTONS.
- OTIS, WE HAVE TO HELP.
MOLES HAVE VERY FRAGILE EGOS.
- PIG, IT IS A WORM.
I'M NOT ABOUT TO--
- COME ON, GUYS! - TO WAR!
- LET'S GET 'EM!
- UGH.
[commotion]
- KNOW WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU GUYS?
NOTHING!
- MEANIE. - OH, IT HURTS.
- YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL HAIR...
ON YOUR UPPER LIP!
- WHY'D YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT?
- HOW'S THE WEATHER DOWN THERE, SHORTY?
- BUT I'M TALLER THAN YOU--
IT STILL HURTS.
AH.
[all crying]
- [sighs]
LISTEN, WORMY.
LET'S SAY YOU JUST GET ON YOUR HATE WAGON
AND HIT THE ROAD?
- OKAY, DUGLY.
I CALLED YOU DUGLY 'CAUSE YOU'RE DUMB AND UGLY!
- YEAH, THAT'S GREAT.
LOOK, YOUR LITTLE SCHOOLYARD TAUNTS DON'T WORK ON ME,
SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIVE BACK INTO YOUR HOLE
AND LEAVE US ALONE?
- YOU HAVE TO HANG BACON AROUND YOUR NECK
JUST SO PUPPIES WILL PLAY WITH YOU.
- HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?
I'M A NICE GUY.
WHY DO I HAVE TO HANG BACON AROUND MY NECK?
[sobbing]
DON'T LOOK AT ME.
- HE'S DEFEATED THEM ALL.
- IT'S UP TO US.
all: AY-AY-AY-AY-AY...
- STOP!
- BUT, EMPEROR, HE IS SMITING US WITH WORDS.
- EMPEROR?
EMPEROR OF WHAT, STUPID TOWN?
[laughing]
LOOKS TO ME LIKE YOU SHOULD CUT DOWN
ON THE BETWEEN-MEAL SNACKS, EH, PORKY?
- I THINK SOMEONE'S JUST LOOKING FOR THE APPROVAL THEY NEVER GOT
FROM MOMMY AND DADDY BLOOD WORM.
- WHAT? NO WAY.
I...I...
[crying]
IT'S TRUE.
I TEAR DOWN OTHERS BECAUSE OF MY OWN INSECURITY.
- LET IT OUT. LET IT OUT.
MAYBE NOW YOU REALIZE THAT NAME-CALLING
DIMINISHES US ALL.
- YOU'RE RIGHT.
I'VE BEEN HURTFUL.
MAYBE THERE CAN BE PEACE BETWEEN OUR PEOPLE.
- SOUNDS LIKE A CERTAIN WORM NEEDS A HUG.
- I LOVE YOU, MAN. - HUG IT OUT.
- THERE, THERE.
- THERE'S PLENTY FOR EVERY WORM.
all: AW.
- IS IT ME, OR IS THIS BARNYARD GETTING WEIRDER?
- PIG, YOU JUST BROUGHT PEACE TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH.
- YEAH, THAT'S WHAT EMPERORS DO.
I HEREBY PROCLAIM A ROYAL CELEBRATION
OF PEACE AND FACE-PAINTING.
[all cheering]
- YEAH!
[bird screeches]
- EMPEROR PIG, I AM ELDAR OF THE HAWK PEOPLE.
THE LOCUST MEN HAVE INVADED CLOUD CITY.
WE NEED YOUR HELP.
- I AM NEEDED ELSEWHERE.
YOU GUYS START THE PARTY WITHOUT ME.
ELDAR, AWAY!
UH!
- YEP, DEFINITELY GETTING WEIRDER.
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