Charlotte's Web Page #5

- Anything.

I think I see a rat.

- That's good.

- No, really, I see a rat.

The rat is stealthy. The rat is nimble.

The rat is on the... whoa!

The rat is losing his touch.

- You want to go mess with him?

- Oh, yeah! I've got to peck something.

Rat on three.

One, two, three!

The rat has been spotted!

The rat is not

enjoying this!

All this for slop?

The rat is desperate. The rat is trapped.

The rat needs to stop calling himself

"the rat."

"Find some words." Yeah, right,

the rat will never find words!

Hey, look. Words.

- Hey, is he still in the can?

- He's in the can?

Maybe we should give him

some privacy. Always helps me out.

No, no, genius, not that can.

Where did he go? I can't see him.

All I see is that fruit moving.

- What fruit?

- The fruit with the tail!

They'll never get me now.

- Let's go get him!

- Go get him!

The rat rules!

- We're pink!

- Hey, what the... Pink?

But that's all right, isn't it? I mean,

black pretty much goes with everything.

No, it's not all right.

That rat is going to pay!

"Radiant."

- This might just work.

- Might?

Oh, for the love of Lucy!

Here it comes. It did this yesterday.

Look that way, everyone!

Right towards that cloud!

Good gracious.

Has it always done that?

No, it can't have.

- Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

- Wow!

Oh, yes.

This word will work quite nicely.

Then my work is done.

And now for the fruits of my labor.

And the vegetables! And the gravy!

All right, now.

"R."

And stick.

And loop.

And...

Come on, Charlotte, you can do this.

Don't slow down yet.

Welcome to Zuckerman's!

Thank you all for coming.

Well, the web says it

better than I ever could.

That is some terrific, radiant pig!

And for that reason, I've decided

to enter Wilbur into the county fair.

Did you hear what they said, Charlotte?

I'm going to the fair!

Going to the fair!

Wilbur might just see Christmas

after all.

Is it good? Did we do it?

Yes, Wilbur. It's very good.

Now, smile.

The fair, Homer?

What's gotten into you?

I don't know, Sis. It just come to me.

He's a runt, Homer.

He doesn't stand a chance.

Well done! Never had a doubt!

That spider did a heck of a job.

She's a hard worker.

Thank you, Charlotte.

You should take a little bow.

And have my beauty steal the show?

Now, go on and show them

what a radiant pig can do.

What do you mean

you're not going to the fair?

I'm going to get a prize.

Don't you want to be there?

Of course I do, Wilbur, very much.

I'm just not up to traveling

at the moment.

- Why not?

- Because I'm expecting.

Expecting what?

"Expecting" means...

I'm expecting you to do fine without me.

You're getting to be a big pig,

and you'll do just great on your own.

Okay. I'll miss you.

Come on, Homer, up and at 'em.

It's the big day.

- Fern?

- Mom!

I'm not wearing that.

What the heck is she doing?

Bathed in buttermilk.

I've had this dream.

I've got to say he really is some pig.

That's my buttermilk working.

You sure you want to

go through with this, Homer?

If you lose, you're out your entry fee.

He could win, though.

Stranger things

have been happening around here.

If he doesn't win, though?

Well, the way I figure it,

even if he does lose,

I can make it all back

on the bacon alone.

Wilbur! Wilbur!

Do something, Homer.

- What happened?

- I don't know. He just fainted.

It's all right, hon.

- Lurvy, get some water!

- It's okay, Wilbur.

Charlotte, are you feeling-eeling okay?

Why is it so hard for that farmer to see

what is right in front of his face?

Look what Wilbur has done

for this farm. Isn't that better than ham?

Well, there's only one thing to do,

and I have to be there to do it.

Charlotte, you have your babies

to think about now.

Yes, I know.

But I made a promise to my friend.

A big blue ribbon ought to finally get

the point through that farmer's head.

- Easy, Lurvy. Easy.

- Coming through! Coming through!

Here we go!

- There we go.

- He's up.

Okay, let's see if he'll get in the crate.

- Buttermilk.

- Templeton?

I need you to go with me.

We'll have to find another word,

a really good one.

Sorry, lady.

Comes a time when the rat's got to ask

himself, "What's in it for the rat?"

- He's right. We've been to the fair.

- We have?

Remember? All that garbage there?

Oh, yeah! It's littered with hunks

of chewed-on funnel cakes...

How's that?

And dribs of ice cream

going sour in the sun.

And spitty little cotton candy bits

ground into the mud.

Popcorn, moldy cheese,

half-eaten sandwiches

and sticky-icky-icky candy apples.

Wait!

Go back to the moldy cheese thing.

I've never seen

so much disgusting trash!

Come on, Wilbur. Good boy.

Don't hurt him, Dad!

Nearly made me gag, the stink of it,

especially that deviled egg.

You better hurry up, rat.

They're gonna leave you!

Wait for me!

- Nice and easy.

- Come on, Wilbur. Good boy.

More food than you'll see in a lifetime!

- Bye, Aunt Edith!

- Bye.

Bye, Fern! Bye, Avery!

See you at the fair, guys!

Hey, it worked!

I think we milked it a little there

at the end, though.

All right. All right, John,

I'll see you over there!

Charlotte, you're coming with me!

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Thank you for coming.

- Good luck, Wilbur! Win that ribbon!

- Go get 'em, Wilbur!

We're going to the fair!

Going to the fair! Going to the fair!

- I'm going on the bumper cars.

- So fun!

The sign looks good, Homer.

Nice and even.

All right, there we go.

There you go, Wilbur.

Okay, where's the filth?

Have you heard that good things come

to those who wait?

No, good things come to those

who find it and shove it in their mouth.

Don't think I don't know, Fern,

that we're all here

because a determined little girl

made a promise to a pig.

- Wilbur.

- Sorry.

I mean Wilbur.

I'm proud of you, honey.

Thanks.

Fern? Avery?

I'm going to give you each 10 tickets

to do as you like out there.

And you have to make them last all day,

so don't go spending them all at once.

Okay?

- Wow!

- All right!

- I'll be right back. Okay.

- Come on!

You're going to win the prize tomorrow.

I know it.

- Everything will be all right.

- Fern, let's go!

Okay.

Oh, my.

Is that what we're up against?

Excuse me. What is your name?

When someone wants to get

your attention,

what is it they call out?

Uncle.

Tell me, Uncle,

what is the date of your birth?

Your birthday?

For heaven's sake, all I want to know

is if you're a spring pig.

Of course. What did you think I was?

A spring chicken?

Huge and humorous. Aren't we talented!

Spring chicken.

Charlotte, who are you talking to?

- The pig next door.

- Should I be worried?

Of course not.

What good would that do?

Whoa!

Have you seen the beast next door?

I think his mama was part hippo.

If I had to name five of the fattest pigs

I've ever seen,

he'd be three of them. He's a shoo-in.

Please. That pig is not nearly

as handsome as Wilbur,

or as harmoniously proportioned,

- and not nearly as clean.

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