Babe Page #5

wonderful work by these talented dogs.

Stay there.

Excuse me, sheep.

Hello! Hello! Good morning to you all!

I've never met a sheep with

such a strong, dark face.

Are they feeding you well?

Babe, I'll try.

All right, blockheads!

Pay attention over here!

Now, you pay attention to

what this pig has to say...

or I'll come in there

and rip you to shreds!

Hadn't thought of this. Keep talking

to them. I'll see what I can do.

- Doesn't it look a picture? Our show ground on the telly!

- Apart from the weather.

- Look! There's your Bert!

- Bert Ford and Sweep doing very well.

- Sweep's having a little trouble with this gate, Clive.

- A lot of trouble actually.

- That's going to set Bert back.

- Don't worry, Valda. Just a little slipup.

Look, he's doing much better now.

Too many loose sheep. And Sweep's

usually such a reliable dog.

Hey, whoa. Stop!

If those sheep won't talk to Babe, the

boss is going to look like an idiot.

- I don't know what to do.

- There is one thing.

I gotta go! I'll try to be back in time.

Ahem. It must've been

terrible weather for you,

- out in the field with all

this rain we've been having.

Hey, that dog's in a hurry.

Come on, Nick, I got a

beer and a TV waiting.

The last entry is

Pig. Owner, A. Hoggett.

- Was that "Hoggett"?

- I think it was!

- Huh?

- He said Hoggett. It was clear as a bell.

Must be another Hoggett. We only have

the two dogs, and they certainly...

aren't-

Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf!

Shut up, you morons!

The little pig's in trouble.

What trouble has come to our Babe, wolf?

The sheep at the trials won't

talk to the little fellow.

They won't listen. He

doesn't know what to do.

Don't know what we could do to help.

- It's not right to give help to a wolf.

- You wait here, wolf.

You'll have to speak up. I'm

a... little hard of hearing.

I asked you to wait here, wolf.

Do what you're told by

an old sheep for a change.

We'll see what we can do for you.

Work completed. Restore power.

Very frustrating to

be sitting up here...

wondering what's causing the delay.

We have someone on their

way to the judges' rooms now.

We'll tell you what's causing the

problem as soon as we find out.

- Perhaps it's a drug test?

- Yeah, it could be.

- I've never heard of a drug

test at a sheepdog contest before.

We've got somethin' here that

might be of use to our pig.

Password! Password!

Before we gives you anythin',

- you'll be makin' us a solemn promise.

- Yes?

- Treat us civil! - Yes!

You gotta treat us nice-like.

I'll try.

- No bitin'!

- That's right. Wolf must avoid bitin' us sheep...

- at all costs!

- All right! I'll try that too.

It's preposterous! We'd be the laughingstock

of every sheepdog organization...

- in every civilized country

in the world! - There's no rule-

We'll see about that when the adjudication

committee have finished their meeting.

What will we have next year, a

laughing hyena doing show jumping?

But the most important of

all, you must promise...

never ever to let this

password we be about to give...

to be used against any sheep anywhere.

I promise you that. I'll make

sure the pig knows it too.

- We have the promise!

- 'Tis for Babe.

Maa would have wanted it.

Baa, ram, ewe.

Baa, ram, ewe.

To your breed, your

fleece, your clan be true.

Sheep be true. Baa, ram, ewe.

Is that it? Is that the password?

Mr. Hoggett, the judges would

like me to convey to you...

their disappointment that

a man such as yourself,

with a long and honorable association with

the work of National Sheepdog Association,

should see fit to flout...

the historic conventions which

have long ruled our sport.

However we find there

is no rule, as such,

which would prevent your...

animal... being entered.

The committee has ruled

that if you wish to proceed,

there is nothing we can do to stop you.

What do you wish to do?

There appears to be some

movement down there now.

I expect if there are

no further problems,

we shall see Hoggett and his dog Pig.

- Unusual name. Strange name, isn't it?

- Pig.

Anyone for a game of cards?

Oh, good grief! Look!

He's a fool!

Entry number 23, Mr.

A. Hoggett with Pig.

This is just too crazy to believe.

And if that isn't enough. We

have a stray dog on the field.

They trying to round him up?

The dog's gonna give a few

tips on how to be a sheep pig.

Well, it's up to him now.

Away to me, Pig.

Get off!

Baa, ram, ewe. Baa, ram, ewe!

To your breed, your

fleece, your clan be true.

Sheep be true. Baa, ram, ewe.

What... what did you say?

Get yourself a dog, Hoggett.

There, there, Esme. It's

not the end of the world.

Is he just going to stand

there until his time runs out?

Or could this be some sort of protest?

Maybe we should line up an

interview with the sheep pig?

Or the sheep pig's trainer.

He's a lively sort of fellow

by the looks of things.

Good heavens!

- Hey!

- Shh.

It's Babe!

I-

I-

- It,

uh- - Hmm.

Oh, beautifully done! I can't tell

you how grateful I am to y'all.

Now, for one last favor.

If the three ladies with collars

would kindly walk out of the ring,

I'd be very much obliged.

And so it was that in

all the celebration,

in all the hubbub of

noise and excitement,

there were two figures who

stood silent and still...

side by side.

The pig did it! The perfect score!

Yippee! Yippee!

And though every single human in the

stands or in the commentary boxes...

was at a complete loss for words,

the man, who in his life had uttered

fewer words than any of them...

knew exactly what to say.

That'll do, Pig.

That'll do.

And a-one and a-two

and a-three. Hit it.

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