Charlotte's Web

There was nothing special

about Somerset County.

It was a deeply ordinary place.

No astonishing thing

ever happened there.

The people who lived there

were just regular people.

And the animals...

Well, they were just plain old animals.

They didn't question the order of things.

So, the days passed,

one very much like the other.

But, one spring, on a small farm,

a little girl did something,

something that

would change everything.

What are you doing?

Fern, go back to bed.

You're not going to kill it, are you?

It's a runt. Now, go back to bed.

No, it's not fair!

It can't help being born small.

Careful.

If I'd been born small,

would you have killed me?

Of course not.

A little girl is one thing.

A runty pig is another.

There's no difference!

This is unfair and unjust.

How could you be so heartless?

Come here.

I want to show you something.

You see that? You see?

There's 11 pigs and only 10 teats.

Sow can't feed it, honey.

Then I will.

I'll feed you and take care of you and...

...absolutely will not let you kill him.

- Hey! When did Fern get a pig?

- Avery, it's rude to point. Give me that.

Come, sit, eat your breakfast.

The bus will be here any minute.

Good morning.

Hey, Pop, can I have a pig, too?

No. I only give pigs to early risers.

Fern was up before dawn,

ridding the world of injustice.

Fern, put that pig down

and get to school.

Avery.

- See ya.

- Bye, Pop.

Have a good one, buddy.

Says here we're gonna get

a lot of rain this month.

Fern! Your books!

Bye.

Class, these are some of the questions

that you're likely to be asked

in the exam this week.

So, please take particular note

of every one.

You got to be quiet, okay?

You're gonna get me in trouble.

Drink that.

So, it's just a matter of

following these questions

and learning the answers.

Fern, what's going on?

Nothing.

Fern, what's in your desk?

- Nothing.

- Open it.

Thank you, Mrs. Arable.

Fern, you know better.

It's a pig, okay?

It's not a toy, not a doll, not a baby.

A pig.

And you need to start

treating it like one.

This is going too far.

I know she loves animals,

but you have to tell her.

- I know. She's just so happy with it.

- I know.

Doesn't that feel good?

Fern, I'm really sorry, honey,

but it's been long enough.

What?

Look, he's not a baby anymore.

I can't have you keeping what will soon

be a 300-pound pet around the house.

No.

Can't he stay in the barn? Please, Dad?

- No.

- Please?

No. Fern, look.

You know I've been selling the animals

to get the new harvesting equipment.

Pretty soon there's gonna be

no place in the barn for a pig.

I promised I'd take care of him.

Well, I'm letting you

out of your promise.

I didn't promise you. I promised Wilbur.

What about Homer?

He has animals.

Uncle Homer?

I'm sure he could make room for a pig.

Yeah.

He'd be right across the road.

Go to sleep, my little one

The sun has said goodbye for now

The moon shines on your beautiful face

My mom used to sing that to me

to make me feel safe.

Good night,

Wilbur.

Fern had walked across the road to her

uncle's barn hundreds of times before,

but it had never felt so far away.

It was just a big red barn

full of typical stuff.

Come to think of it,

it couldn't have been more ordinary.

But sometimes,

when you take two ordinary things

and put them together

at just the right time,

there's a chance they'll become

two less ordinary things.

That runty pig, for instance,

and that big old smelly barn.

One sniff, and you knew it was a place

full of living things.

But that didn't necessarily mean

it was full of life.

It's okay. It's okay.

Nope. For that, this barn needed a pig.

This isn't so bad.

Only no one knew it yet.

Don't be afraid.

You'll be okay.

I'll come see you every day.

I'll be around so much

you'll be sick of me.

I love you.

Avery, the bus is here!

- Did you remember your sister's lunch?

- Got it!

What the hay?

- What's he doing?

- Probably-obably something smart.

- Pigs are smart.

- Pigs are not smart!

Apparently, they're as intelligent

as dolphins.

Advantage dolphin.

- He's going to knock himself out.

- Yeah! That's using your head!

How many times is he going to try that?

- Pig's out!

- I told you pigs are smart.

That's going to leave a mark.

- Oh, look, Bits. Pig's out.

- Sure is out.

Out of his mind!

Homer!

Lurvy!

- Pig's out!

- Pig's out, pig's out, pig's out!

- How about you walk a little faster?

- Wait your turn!

Wait! Wait! Fern, come back!

Just run!

Run, pig! Be free! I would if I could.

Retreat!

- Retreat!

- Don't retreat, pig! Giddyup!

- Oh, no! Not the smokehouse!

- No! Not the smokehouse!

- Is he looking?

- Yeah, he's seen it.

- Think he knows what it is?

- Of course not.

He's a spring pig.

He doesn't know anything.

Here, pig, pig, pig!

Don't fall for it. You're out.

And you're back in.

Here you go, piggy.

Attaboy. Eat it up.

Sold out for slop.

I'd have been to the county line by now.

He'd have made it

if you'd have just let me talk.

- Made it to where? He's a pig!

- He's a pig.

Sorry I made such a fuss.

Your suggestions were really good,

but I think I'd better stay here.

Fern's going to be back soon, anyway.

He's just stupid as a stick, poor thing.

- Should we speak to him?

- Certainly not!

Certainly not.

Sweetheart, it sounded-ounded

almost like you said

you'd run and be free if you could.

I meant if I were a pig.

You know what happens to pigs

around here.

Yes, I do.

And it should never, ever be spoken of.

I'm gonna miss you today.

See you when I get back, okay?

All right, I gotta go, okay? See you later.

Bye.

Goodbye, Fern. Hurry back.

Hi.

My name's Wilbur.

Anyone want to play?

Anyone?

It's raining, you know.

And you know what you get with rain?

It's raining, you know.

And you know what you get with rain?

- Lightning.

- Typhoons.

- Cholera.

- Dysentery.

- Frizzy hair.

- That sad feeling.

No, mud!

What the heck is he doing now?

Hey, come on. You wanna join me?

Come on! Let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Let's not.

How many times must I tell you?

Just because we're sheep,

it doesn't mean we have to follow.

Think for yourselves.

- Yourselves. Quite right!

- Look at me!

- No, no, no. Yourselves.

- Myself?

Hey, kid, this is a barn.

We don't play, we work.

- Some of us, anyway.

- "Some of us"?

Are you implying, lke,

that we don't work?

Because we work bloody hard,

thank you!

Hard? You grow hair!

"Grow hair." Good one!

Excuse me.

And is that your contribution to society,

you gassy rib eyes?

Filthy hairball!

- Rib eyes!

- Dirty lintball!

Zip it.

- They're at it again.

- Rib eyes! Rib eyes!

It's really slippery. That's the fun part!

Little itty-bitty pig,

could you come here, please?

You said your name is Wilbur, right?

That's right. What's your name?

- Gussy.

- Gussy?

- Great name!

- Thank you, Wilbur.

Now, you're so cute and pink,

but you're wasting your time.

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