Tom and Jerry: Charlotte's Web/Transcripts

("Tom and Jerry" theme song plays)

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(Tom and Jerry)

(Tom and Jerry: Charlotte's Web)

(Based on "Tom and Jerry" created by William Hanna and Joseph Barbera)

(Based on the novel "Charlotte's Web" by E. B. White)

Narrator: This old world is filled with wonders, but to me there's no place more wonderful than a farm in springtime when the sun is just lifting on the skyline. The air is so sweet, and everywhere you look, little miracles are happening. Buds swell into blossoms, eggs hatch, young are born. Everything's off to a fresh start, and life is good and busy and brand new. Around the barnyard, big families are a blessing. The more the merrier. Root and grunt. Push and shove. Room for everybody. Well, everybody except the runt. Tom and Jerry are having fun at the farm.

(Tom and Jerry are chasing each other all over the Arable farm.)

Narrator: John Arable had been up since daybreak. He'd seen the size of the pig. He wasn't looking forward to what had to be done.

Fern: Good morning, Papa.

John: Morning, Fern.

Fern: Here are the eggs, Mama.

Mrs. Arable: Thank you, Fern.

Fern: What's Papa gonna do with that axe?

Mrs. Arable: Some pigs were born last night.

Fern: Why does he need an axe?

Mrs. Arable: One pig was a runt. Your father has to do away with it.

Fern: Do away with it? You mean kill it?

Mrs. Arable: Yes.

Fern: Just because it's smaller than the rest?

Mrs. Arable: Don't yell. It would probably die anyway.

(Tom and Jerry witnessed John picking a runt for kill and they hurry to warn Fern. They run to her father.)

Fern: Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa, stop! Don't kill it! It's unfair!

John: You'll have to learn to control yourself.

Fern: Control myself? (starts crying) This is a matter of life and death and you talk about controlling myself!

John: I know more about raising pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Run along.

Fern: But it's unfair. If Jerry was been very small, would you have killed him? (Jerry shakes his head)

John: Certainly not! A little girl is one thing, a runty pig is another. I don't see any difference. This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of. I've got a good mind to let you raise this pig. Then you'd see what trouble a pig can be.

Fern: Papa, would you? Please! (John hands a runt to Fern)

John: All right, he's yours. Saved from an untimely death.

Fern: Look at him. He's absolutely perfect! His name is Wilbur. (Tom and Jerry sigh)

John: A pig doesn't grow fat on kisses and hugs. Take him inside and feed him.

Mrs. Arable: John Arable, you've gone soft.

Fern: Isn't he precious?

Avery: Can I have a pig, too?

John: I only distribute pigs to early risers. Fern was up at daylight trying to rid the world of injustice. (A frog comes out of Avery's shirt)

John: Seems to me you've already got more wildlife than you can take care of.

There must be something more to us than you and me

It must be tangled up, somehow, with destiny

I used to think the sum of one and one was two

But we add up to more, me and you

When we are close together it's so plain to see

Together we are better than we used to be

I don't know how to say the things I'm thinking of

But the something more I'm feeling must be love

I used to think the sum of one and one was two

But we add up to more, me and you

I don't know how to say the things I'm thinking of

But the something more I'm feeling must be love

Narrator: But to a boy named Henry Fussy, fun was something he'd only heard about.

Fern: Henry!

Henry: Hey, where'd you get the pig? Papa gave him to me because he was the R-U-N-T.

Henry: Let me hold him.

Fern: You ought to have a dog or something.

Henry: Mother says pets are unsanitary.

Fern: Wilbur's not! He's clean as a whistle.

Mrs: Fussy: Henry Fussy, you put that thing down! Shoo! Shoo! Get out! Shoo! Shoo! A mouse! Mouse! Mouse!

Fern: All right, Wilbur. Make a wish.

John: He now sits at the table like one of the family?

Fern: It's Wilbur's birthday, Papa. He's two weeks old.

John: Then it's time for him to start behaving like a pig. Tonight he sleeps outside.

Fern: But, Papa!

John: Don't But, Papa me. Now, take that pig outside where it belongs.

Fern: It's my old comfy blanket when I was little. You'll be nice and warm. Go on in. Try it. Goodnight, Wilbur. I'll see you in the morning. You'll be just fine. Go to sleep now. Oh, Wilbur!

There must be something more to us than you and me

Mrs. Arable: John, wake up! Robbers!

Avery: Help, Papa! There's a ghost in my bed!

Narrator: Wilbur was what the farmers call a spring pig, which means he was born in springtime. By the time he was six weeks old, he'd grown so you'd never know he started life as a runt. Wilbur had gotten so big, in fact, that John Arable decided it was time he stopped being a pet and started being a pig.

John: He's got to go.

Fern: Papa, no!

John: You've had your fun raising a baby pig, but Wilbur's got to be sold. He's not a baby any more and his brothers and sisters are already sold.

Fern: Oh, Papa!

Avery: What's the matter with Fern?

John: She's learning a hard fact of farm life.

Fern: Oh, Wilbur! (sobs) Tom, Jerry, will you promise me something? Promise me you’ll be friends and work together… …to keep an eye on Wilbur. Please, boys, you’re awfully good at looking after him. He needs someone to protect him. Promise me you’ll do that. (Tom and Jerry handshake) Thank you, boys. Now, you stay close to Wilbur.

Narrator: The next day was the saddest Fern and Wilbur had ever known, for the young pig was taken from his home under the apple tree, and sold down the road to Fern's uncle, Homer Zuckerman. Tom and Jerry watch over Wilbur while he's in the Zuckerman farm.

Fern: Goodbye, Wilbur. Goodbye, Wilbur! Good luck, Tom and Jerry.

Gwen the Goose: Sorry, sonny, sorry, I'm sitting-sitting on my eggs, but if you'd like to come over here and talk, you're welcome-welcome-welcome. Can't you talk-talk-talk? You probably-obably could if you tried. Try-try-try. You can do better-better-better than that.

- Wilbur! - Very good. Very good!

Wilbur.

There-there-there! You speak very well.

I can talk.

I can talk!

I can actually, factually talk!

Isn't it great that I articulate?

Isn't it grand that you can understand?

I don't grunt, I don't oink I don't even squeak or squawk

When I wanna say a something I open up and talk

I can talk I can talk, talk, talk, I can talk

I pop with perspicacity I'm loaded with loquacity

My vocalized verbacity is tops

Semantically, each bit of me's the verbalized epitome

My plethora of patter never stops!

Isn't it great that I articulate?

Isn't it grand that you can understand?

I don't awk, I don't eek I don't even squeak or squawk

When I wanna say a something I open up and talk

I can talk I can talk, talk, talk, I can talk

It's wondrous and mystical

I'm hardly egotistical Because of this linguistical aplomb

But speaking quite pragmatically My self-esteem emphatically

Dramatically improved since I was dumb!

Isn't it great that I articulate?

Isn't it grand that you can understand?

I don't awk, I don't eek I don't even squeak or squawk

When I wanna say a something I open up and talk

I can talk I can talk, talk, talk, I can... (gasps)

Old Sheep: Why don't you keep it down?

I can talk!

- Now, aren't you glad-glad-glad? - No, I'm still sad-sad-sad.

I miss Fern.

Pig, pig, pig. Here, pig.

Something's wrong with that new pig, Homer. He won't touch his slops.

Probably needs a spring tonic.

Give him a couple of spoonfuls of sulphur and molasses.

Here, pig.

Here you go, Wilbur.

Now, just take this...

There you go.

Hey, this pig is a fainter.

You have a good home-home here.

Why aren't you happy-appy-appy?

I miss Fern.

You're quite a pig.

It felt good to hear a word of praise,

but what he really wanted was a friend.