Charlotte's Web Page #6

- There's a real tiebreaker.

We just have to prove that the finest pig

is not necessarily the fattest.

And you can do your part, Wilbur,

by getting some rest.

- I'm not tired, Charlotte.

- Okay.

Well, could you excuse me

for just a minute, please?

All right, Templeton, you're right.

That pig over there is a shoo-in.

So, I need words that are even better

than that pig is fat.

Special words, and lots of them.

How about "pushy" and "demanding"?

Templeton, please!

This is our last chance

to save Wilbur's life.

You do realize

I'm just here for the food, right?

Of course.

Enjoy the ride.

One, please.

Must be in the other pocket. Sorry.

- One second.

- All right.

Two, please.

Is that Fern up there?

Well, I'll be.

- She's with a boy.

- She is! She's with a boy!

Oh, no.

She's with a boy.

Manna from heaven!

I don't know what this is, but I love it!

One-stop slopping.

All right.

Let's go get the spider off my back.

How come I'm not in a cornfield, Elwyn?

How come?

Hey, hey.

They got all kinds of corn right here.

You got your popcorn,

caramel corn, candy corn.

Stop torturing me!

I'm starving here, and now I'm

cross-eyed because of this pink stuff.

If I ever see that rat again...

Words, words, words.

"Pork rinds."

That'll draw a crowd.

This looks promising.

Hey! That rat!

I'm going to get me some rat!

Oh, not these birdbrains.

Let's get rid of them once and for all.

...and everything. Rat on three! Three!

Wait up, Brooksie! I'm coming with you!

Little flamingoes!

Come and get me!

- It's scary guy!

- Abort! Abort!

Peck him! Peck him, Elwyn!

Wait a minute. His eyes are buttons,

and his hair is straw.

This guy ain't real!

- He's not?

- No!

Oh, yeah! The rat rules! Take that!

Do you know what this means?

- Yeah.

- What?

We could've had corn!

Well, Your Highness,

you satisfied or what?

'Cause I've got a spitty hunk of

pineapple upside-down cake out there

with my name on it.

Yes, very satisfied.

Be careful. If you keep this up,

someone might think you care.

Gee, I'm all choked up.

Charlotte?

If I don't win the prize tomorrow, they're

gonna send me to the smokehouse.

You're going to win, Wilbur.

And you're going to see

the snows of winter.

I told you, I never break a promise.

Mom?

Will you put these in for me?

You look like a girl!

And I still hit like one.

Well, what do you think?

It's a great word. It's just...

Just what?

Is it the right word? Is it true?

Because I don't really feel like

I deserve any of the things

you've written about me.

Then it is the perfect word.

The web!

Hey, Wilbur!

"Humble."

Hey, Wilbur.

If that's not a prize-winner,

I don't know what is.

He's going to win this thing, isn't he?

Oh, Homer, I can't go up to that

grandstand looking like this.

Homer.

It's not fair.

Why didn't they tell us

the judging was going to be so early?

We did our best.

I'll get the truck and take him home.

I really thought we had a shot.

It's okay. It'll be okay.

I told you. There it is! The web!

Mom...

What's going on?

It looks like it's "humble."

Excuse me. Thank you.

Coming through. Excuse me.

Mr. Zuckerman!

Could you come with me, please?

Oh, and bring the pig, too.

Homer.

Ladies and gentlemen,

on behalf of the state of Maine,

it gives us great pleasure to present

Zuckerman's famous pig!

Folks! Folks!

I think we all remember

the start of summer,

when the writing appeared on the web

in Mr. Zuckerman's barn.

And now it has happened yet again!

Which is why the governors of the fair

are honored to present

this handsome medal.

A token of our amazement

and our appreciation.

I love you, Wilbur.

Well, what can I say about this pig

that hasn't already been said?

I know a lot of you folks

have come out to the farm,

and you've seen the words.

A lot of you have asked me,

"How could this have happened?"

I don't know.

But it has happened

in a time when we really don't see

many miraculous things.

Or maybe we do.

Maybe they're all right there around us,

every day,

and we just don't know where to look.

There's no denying

that our own little Wilbur,

he's part of something

that's bigger than all of us.

And life on that farm

is just a whole lot better with him in it.

He really is some pig.

Way to go, Wilbur!

Charlotte, look how happy she is!

Isn't that great?

Yes, it's wonderful.

Hey, what's that?

This is my magnum opus.

What's a magnet opus?

Magnum opus.

It means "great work."

It's a nutrient-filled, waterproof egg sac.

Really? There's eggs in there?

My babies, 514 of them.

Wow! With 514 baby spiders

all over the place,

it's going to be really radiant

in the barn!

Wilbur, I'm afraid they're not going to

make it back to the barn.

What?

What are you talking about?

You're not going to

leave them here alone, are you?

I have no choice. I'm languishing.

What does that mean?

It means I'm dying.

What?

You can't die!

Wilbur, we're born, we live,

and, when our time comes, we die.

It's just the natural cycle of life.

No! No, just climb down.

I'll carry you the rest of the way.

We'll go back to the barn,

and I'll take care of you.

No, Wilbur.

I don't even have the strength

to climb down.

You have to.

You've done so much for me!

And it was my great pleasure.

Please come down, Charlotte.

Please. There must be

something I can do.

No, Wilbur.

Don't you know

what you've already done?

You made me your friend,

and, in doing so, you made a spider

beautiful to everyone in that barn.

I didn't do anything, Charlotte.

You did it all.

No. My webs were no miracle, Wilbur.

I was only describing what I saw.

The miracle is you.

Templeton!

Charlotte is very sick.

Yeah, and twisted.

She's dying! She can't go home with us.

So, I need you to help me

take her egg sac with us.

Did you say eggs?

It's an egg sac. And it's right up there,

and it has her children in it.

And I can't just leave it here.

What if something happened to them?

Now, I can't reach it,

so I need you to get it for me.

And I need you to do it now.

I don't think I like your tone.

Can't you just once in your life think

of someone other than yourself?

- A little further. Keep coming.

- Once? Once?

Come on.

No, you come on!

Who got his hindquarters pecked

to make you "radiant," huh?

Templeton, that's who.

And who interrupted the gorging

of a lifetime so you could be "humble"?

Why, I think it was Templeton!

Templeton! Templeton! Templeton!

And do I get thanked?

No!

Well, has it ever occurred to you

that even a rat

might like a little appreciation?

A little, dare I say, love?

Do it and you'll get dibs on my slop

for the rest of my life.

Done.

Hurry! Up in the corner on the ledge.

Templeton!

Come on!

Thank you, Templeton,

for everything.

It's okay, just drop it. Hurry!

Here you go. Here's your medal.

- In you go.

- Time to go home, Wilbur.

All right. Close her up, Lurvy.

Okay, easy now.

Goodbye,

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