“The Three Little Pigs”
On October 31st, a weekend afternoon, in a little town called
Oinkville; three little piggies wanted to through a Halloween party. When they
asked their mother, Mrs. Piggins, she exclaimed, “Oh no, dears! I am much too
tired. We can just hand out treats this year like we always do.” The little
teenage piggies were not happy. If they did not have the best and coolest party;
then everyone at school would think they were boring and their reputation would
be destroyed. So, each piggy decided to throw their own party. Slim Piggins, the
youngest, wanted to have his party at Grandma Piggins house, because she would
not be home. Porky Piggins, the middle piggy, wanted to have his party at a
friend’s house, since his parents were out of town. Fat Back Piggins, the oldest
and largest of the piggies, wanted to have his party in an abandoned
warehouse.
“I will throw the best party,” said Slim, the youngest, with
confidence.
“ No way! I am going to throw the best party. You will just look
stupid compared to me!” snapped Porky, the middle
pig.
“I am the oldest, so I know what’s cool. You two should just say
goodbye to popularity right now,” added Fat
Back.
They all exchanged dirty-eyed glances as they planned their own
way to have the biggest bash in Oinkville.
“I know what I’ll do”,
thought Slim; “I will go to
grandma’s house! She always lets me do what I want; she will not turn down a
party like mom did!”
So the littlest pig took his supplies and called all of his
friends to tell them that he is having a party at grandma’s house, and then he
crawled out his window and crept away from the yard. Little piggy made it to
grandma’s quaint little home, but he soon found that she was not
there.
“ I guess that just means no one will tell me no!” grunted
little Slim as he went inside to set up the party. Twenty minutes later he and
his friends finally set the party up. Then more friends started to arrive. In a
matter of only a few minutes the pigs were out of control; breaking nick-knacks
and spilling drinks all over the pristine, white carpeted floor. Unfortunately,
for Slim by this time Grandma Piggins had returned, and she was shocked at what
he had done.
“What in the name of Oinkville?” exclaimed Grandma
Piggins?
She was furious with little Slim and she demanded that everyone
get out and for him to clean her house, while she tugged on his sensitive, pink
ear and called his mother to come get him. His party was
ruined.
While the mother left to get Slim, Porky called his own
friends.
“I know someone whose parents are out of town,” Porky told them,
“we can go over there and have the best party in Oinkville
history!”
This little piggy tiptoed his way out the back door before
taking off on his bike to go to his friend’s house. The meet up happened ten
minutes later and his friend had already prepared the house for their
party.
“I even got us some root beer!” the little friend shared with
glee.
“Hum, that is cool, but I think we’re going to need more if
we’re going to have the best party ever.”
So they spent the afternoon getting ready until the sun was
starting to set. Before they knew it everyone showed up. The party seemed to be
going as planned, until nosey neighbor Mr. Snout had heard the commotion and
shouted at the little oinkers.
“Hey, you boars, I know you did not ask permission before you
broke into that house so, I called
the police! They are on their way right now!”
All of the little pigs squealed and bolted out the door as fast
as they could. Their party was a bust.
Meanwhile as those little pigs ran back to their homes, Fat Back
had contacted his cousin on Facebook. He told them about this large, spooky,
abandoned warehouse that was just the right thing for a Halloween
party.
“We will have to sneak in,” texted the older
cousin.
“It has a ‘no trespassing’ sign, so we got to do this without
getting caught. I will tell everyone I know to go there, and so should
you.”
After a few short minutes of exchange Fat Back wiggled his way
out through his own window and trotted off to meet his cousin, not knowing that
his cousin had told the two younger brothers about it, too. He met up with is
cousin they were pointing to a hole in a fence for him to sneak through, and
then they began with the plan to have a great bash. Before they knew it, it was
already past curfew when the warehouse had become packed with little pigs of
every age; dancing themselves senseless and breaking what was left of the
building.
One guest yelled, “Cool part, Bro!”
While another exclaimed, “Totally
wicked!”
Brad Pig and his girlfriend Angie Pork Lee asked, “Where’s the
pie at?”
The pigs were so busy throwing around food and blasting music so
loud that they did not even notice the police cars stacking up outside, until
suddenly the door burst open.
“Alright, this is the police!”
It did not take long until all the pigs either ran away
screaming or were apprehended and brought in by the cops, and unfortunately, Fat
Back and his cousin, with the two younger brothers were some of the piglets who
were caught.
Everything went wrong for the piggy’s plans. As they sat at the station
waiting to get picked up by their mom. She arrived with a sullen look on her
face, trying not to let them know how angry she
was.
“You three should have known better, and now look what happened!
We all missed Halloween because you all had to get picked up by the
police!”
“We’re sorry mom,” said all three of the pigs with a weak
sigh.
“I ruined grandma’s house.” muttered the first
piggy.
“My best friend hates me now” wailed the second piggy as he sat
there.
“I got arrested for trespassing and vandalism, and now half the
school hates me forever!” squawked the third
piggy.
They got in their wagon, exchanged sorrowful glances, now
realizing that maybe it would not have been so bad to have their usual house
party with their mother.
On October 31st, a weekend afternoon, in a little town called
Oinkville; three little piggies wanted to through a Halloween party. When they
asked their mother, Mrs. Piggins, she exclaimed, “Oh no, dears! I am much too
tired. We can just hand out treats this year like we always do.” The little
teenage piggies were not happy. If they did not have the best and coolest party;
then everyone at school would think they were boring and their reputation would
be destroyed. So, each piggy decided to throw their own party. Slim Piggins, the
youngest, wanted to have his party at Grandma Piggins house, because she would
not be home. Porky Piggins, the middle piggy, wanted to have his party at a
friend’s house, since his parents were out of town. Fat Back Piggins, the oldest
and largest of the piggies, wanted to have his party in an abandoned
warehouse.
“I will throw the best party,” said Slim, the youngest, with
confidence.
“ No way! I am going to throw the best party. You will just look
stupid compared to me!” snapped Porky, the middle
pig.
“I am the oldest, so I know what’s cool. You two should just say
goodbye to popularity right now,” added Fat
Back.
They all exchanged dirty-eyed glances as they planned their own
way to have the biggest bash in Oinkville.
“I know what I’ll do”,
thought Slim; “I will go to
grandma’s house! She always lets me do what I want; she will not turn down a
party like mom did!”
So the littlest pig took his supplies and called all of his
friends to tell them that he is having a party at grandma’s house, and then he
crawled out his window and crept away from the yard. Little piggy made it to
grandma’s quaint little home, but he soon found that she was not
there.
“ I guess that just means no one will tell me no!” grunted
little Slim as he went inside to set up the party. Twenty minutes later he and
his friends finally set the party up. Then more friends started to arrive. In a
matter of only a few minutes the pigs were out of control; breaking nick-knacks
and spilling drinks all over the pristine, white carpeted floor. Unfortunately,
for Slim by this time Grandma Piggins had returned, and she was shocked at what
he had done.
“What in the name of Oinkville?” exclaimed Grandma
Piggins?
She was furious with little Slim and she demanded that everyone
get out and for him to clean her house, while she tugged on his sensitive, pink
ear and called his mother to come get him. His party was
ruined.
While the mother left to get Slim, Porky called his own
friends.
“I know someone whose parents are out of town,” Porky told them,
“we can go over there and have the best party in Oinkville
history!”
This little piggy tiptoed his way out the back door before
taking off on his bike to go to his friend’s house. The meet up happened ten
minutes later and his friend had already prepared the house for their
party.
“I even got us some root beer!” the little friend shared with
glee.
“Hum, that is cool, but I think we’re going to need more if
we’re going to have the best party ever.”
So they spent the afternoon getting ready until the sun was
starting to set. Before they knew it everyone showed up. The party seemed to be
going as planned, until nosey neighbor Mr. Snout had heard the commotion and
shouted at the little oinkers.
“Hey, you boars, I know you did not ask permission before you
broke into that house so, I called
the police! They are on their way right now!”
All of the little pigs squealed and bolted out the door as fast
as they could. Their party was a bust.
Meanwhile as those little pigs ran back to their homes, Fat Back
had contacted his cousin on Facebook. He told them about this large, spooky,
abandoned warehouse that was just the right thing for a Halloween
party.
“We will have to sneak in,” texted the older
cousin.
“It has a ‘no trespassing’ sign, so we got to do this without
getting caught. I will tell everyone I know to go there, and so should
you.”
After a few short minutes of exchange Fat Back wiggled his way
out through his own window and trotted off to meet his cousin, not knowing that
his cousin had told the two younger brothers about it, too. He met up with is
cousin they were pointing to a hole in a fence for him to sneak through, and
then they began with the plan to have a great bash. Before they knew it, it was
already past curfew when the warehouse had become packed with little pigs of
every age; dancing themselves senseless and breaking what was left of the
building.
One guest yelled, “Cool part, Bro!”
While another exclaimed, “Totally
wicked!”
Brad Pig and his girlfriend Angie Pork Lee asked, “Where’s the
pie at?”
The pigs were so busy throwing around food and blasting music so
loud that they did not even notice the police cars stacking up outside, until
suddenly the door burst open.
“Alright, this is the police!”
It did not take long until all the pigs either ran away
screaming or were apprehended and brought in by the cops, and unfortunately, Fat
Back and his cousin, with the two younger brothers were some of the piglets who
were caught.
Everything went wrong for the piggy’s plans. As they sat at the station
waiting to get picked up by their mom. She arrived with a sullen look on her
face, trying not to let them know how angry she
was.
“You three should have known better, and now look what happened!
We all missed Halloween because you all had to get picked up by the
police!”
“We’re sorry mom,” said all three of the pigs with a weak
sigh.
“I ruined grandma’s house.” muttered the first
piggy.
“My best friend hates me now” wailed the second piggy as he sat
there.
“I got arrested for trespassing and vandalism, and now half the
school hates me forever!” squawked the third
piggy.
They got in their wagon, exchanged sorrowful glances, now
realizing that maybe it would not have been so bad to have their usual house
party with their mother.