Story
Time!
The
Three
Little
Pigs
Once upon a time,
there were three little pigs.
One day, when they were all grown up,
the three little pigs decided that it was time
to build their very own houses.
The first pig wanted to build a house as fast as possible,
because he was obsessed with
his guitar.
Greetings my dudes, check out this song
Don't want to work,
I only want to play
I'll use cheap straw so I can rock all day
So the pig made
a house out of straw
It only took him five minutes.
Watch this ham jam!
The second pig decided to build his
house out of something else.
People think a house needs to be strong.
My brain is huge.
I know that they are wrong.
I'm much smarter than other little pigs.
All I need is a bunch of twigs.
So the second pig built his
house out of sticks.
Then, stood around outside,
waiting for people to walk by.
There, I'm done.
Where is everyone?
I need to tell people how smart I am.
Was he actually that smart,
Zach?
I have a feeling we'll find out,
Reggie.
The last pig thought long and hard about the
kind of house she wanted to build.
Strong and dry, with no leaks.
I'll build a proper house,
it might take weeks.
Straw is flimsy, rain gets through sticks,
I'll work super hard and I'll use big bricks!
So the third pig built her house very carefully,
brick by brick.
Meanwhile, the first pig played the same song over and over on his guitar,
an d the second
pig bragged to everyone
who walked by.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Both pigs were... a little annoying.
Does it say that in the book?
No, I'm just guessing.
After a lot of hard work,
the third pig was finally finished the house.
Yay! I'm done!
It's finally time to stop.
Now I'll eat this bowl of slop!
The
End.
Uh, no.
The best part is coming.
You see, there was something big, bad, hairy,
and terribly smelly watching the pigs from
behind a bush.
Reggie, what are you doing?
I'm smelling the book.
Oof.
It does smell bad on this page.
Wow, you're right.
It was a big, bad, stinky, old wolf!
Yes, I'm a wolf, the big bad sort.
I'm hungry for lunch.
How about pork?
Huh?
That means... pig!
Gasp!
The wolf went to the first
pig's straw house.
Luckily, the pig saw the wolf coming and ran
inside his house before the wolf could eat him.
Little pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair on me chinny -chin -chin.
Little pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair I make chinny -chin -chin
And I'll huff and I'll puff
And I'll blow your house down
The straw house scattered
into a million pieces
And the first pig was blown all the
way to his brother's stick house
Arrgghh boo, I was hoping for a meal
Wait, I hear something nearby
The wolf followed the sound right to the stick house,
but once again, the pigs ran inside
the house before the wolf could eat them.
Little pig, little pig, let me in,
Not by the hair on my chinny -chin -chin.
Little pig, little pig, let me in,
Not by the hair on my chinny -chin -chin.
And I'll puff, and I'll puff,
and I'll blow your house down.
The stick house was no match for the
wolf's insanely powerful breath.
Both pigs were blown to their
sister's brick house.
The wolf ran after them,
but it was too late.
The three little pigs were huddled inside.
Little pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair on my chinny -chin -chin.
Little pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair on my chinny -chin -chin.
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff,
and I'll blow your house down!
Huh?
Okay, I've got this.
What?!
The wolf had blown as hard as he could,
but the brick house was still standing.
Go away, wolf!
Run right along!
You can't eat us, my house is too strong!
Yay! I'm glad he didn't eat the pigs.
The pigs had a party inside the house
to celebrate.
But they didn't realize the
wolf had one more idea.
To climb down the chimney!
Yum, yum, yum!
It's time for lunch!
I'll climb down here and
eat three pigs at once!
Mwahaha!
The wolf had one foot in the chimney
when a friendly cloud appeared.
Excuse me,
may I ask what you're doing?
I'm just, um, cleaning the chimney for my friends,
the three little pigs.
A wolf doing something nice for pigs?
But don't you eat pigs?
Oh, eat pigs?
No, I'd never!
That sounds absolutely...
It sounds like the best thing ever!
Yes, I'm gonna gobble those pigs all up!
Well, that's not very nice.
So I'll huff and I'll puff
And I'll blow you away!
The cloud blew the wolf all the way
to the other side of the world.
He landed in a big lettuce garden and had to eat
only salads for the rest of his life.
With bacon bits?
Ha!
He wishes the end.
Pancake Manor 
