Pigs is Pigs

“And please, could we have alots of ice cream, tonight?”

I remember when i first watched this. I had just got done killing off a case of the munchies, and decided to keep watching that Looney Tunes DVD set I got for my birthday. Our short shows a house full of happy piglets. For the most part. One piglet, Piggy (no relation to the other WB character named that) dosen’t want to play. He’d rather obsess over food. Sniffing some pies his mother made, he grabs one, spins it on his finger and eats. He attempts to do this with the othet, but is caught. She scolds, but he just goes back to fantasizing. Later, it is dinner time. Piggy’s favorite time. Mom says they must all say grace, but they pray instead. (laugh. I’m funny) During this, Piggy ties all the spaghetti strands together. As soon as the others are done, he digs in and slurps down the rest of the family’s supper, to his mother’s anger. The next day, he is invited into the house of some creepy, yellow, hiccuping, bald guy with the voice of Billy Bletcher. (Pete the cat, Henrey Bear, etc.) He offers him a feast and Piggy happily sits down to eat. Oh no! It’s a trap! He is strapped into the chair, and a clamp clamps his snout. The mad man is going to give him all the food he can handle. First course, soup. (Red pea soup? Oxtail soup?) A water wheel, made of spoons, paddles into his forced open mouth. He has bananas shot down his throat and a gumball machine doling out olives into the beginning of his digestive tract. Next ice cream. Bellows puff air through the cone and launches the ice cream into his head. Time for the main course. A sandwhich the size of a mattress! (First use of Freleng’s “hold the onions” gag.) He is forced to chew it, and then for dessert he is fed pies (spun like the way he ate his mother’s) from a pie-a-trope. After a montage of all this, the piglet has become a ball of food inside a bag of skin. The man lets him go, but tells him he’s not half full. Piggy goes to leave, but can’t resist a turkey leg for the road. He takes a bite and blows up. Wow. That was morbid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok ok, he wakes up. It was all a dream. And what does he do now that he’s safe at home? Eat breakfast of course. After watching for the first time, I decided to go eat more too. I’m an American and therefore, I can eat pure fat like it’s carrot sticks. (Note: I make this kind of joke, because I really am American. Therefore, I am also making fun of myself. If you have a problem please kindly go light yourself on fire. I only allow compliments.)

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