♪ ♪
- The quality
of the food really dips
when Nicky goes away
to cooking camp.
- [scoffs]
I don't know.
Dicky's brownie
looks pretty good.
- That's a grilled cheese.
- [muffled]
Yeah, it is.
- Don't look now,
but Nasty Nelly
and her War Pig posse
are over there.
- all: Where?
- I said, "Don't look."
Look at her.
- both: Where?
- I said, "Don't look."
- You also said, "Look."
- Yeah.
- You kind of did.
- I can't believe Nelly
is showing her face around here
after what she and her War Pigs
did to us last year.
Hey, what do you think
those War Pigs were doing
with that big pot of spaghetti
on the sidelines?
- No idea.
[squelching sound]
I was pulling pasta
out of my ears for weeks.
[shudders]
I haven't eaten spaghetti since.
- War Pigs comin' our way.
- Nice café.
Do you serve spaghetti in...
ear?
[laughter]
- What are you doing here,
Nelly?
- Just wanted to let
you Buffaloes know:
in case you're planning
on getting
a little payback
for last year, don't.
The War Pigs
are watching you.
[all snorting]
- Let's go, Pigs.
[snorting]
- Wait.
Payback for last year?
That's a great idea.
- You'd really
get payback for me?
- Yeah.
You mess with one Buffalo,
you mess
with the whole herd.
- Yeah.
- We just have to
figure out how.
- Hey, guys, just reminding you,
it's Mom's birthday tomorrow,
and every year we--we mess up
by not getting her a gift,
but not this year.
Don't forget.
Get her something nice.
I, uh...
I got her this fancy
but expensive locket.
Huh?
Ooh.
Ah.
Ooh, ah.
She's gonna love it.
So you guys on board?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, sure am.
- Of course, got ya.
- Okay, good.
[box snaps shut]
Ooh!
Ah.
- I got it!
They messed with our mascot,
so we'll mess with theirs.
Let's steal their war pig.
all: Yeah!
Steal their pig!
We stole their stinkin' War Pig!
[wild cheering]
- And he's so cute.
all: Aww.
[pig farts]
all: Ew.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
♪ ♪
- This is so exciting!
I can't believe
we pulled off this pignapping.
- This is just phase one.
- Phase two is to get him
in an Edgewood
cheerleader costume
and post embarrassing pictures
on FaceShack.
- We'll be the heroes
of the whole school.
[cell phone chimes]
Dooley's on his way over
with a wig and tiny dress now.
- I feel so alive!
Revenge has changed me.
[deeper voice]
I'm Bad Boy Ricky now,
and I'm not afraid of anything.
[car door slams outside]
[shouting]
Ah! It's Nelly and the War Pigs!
Everybody hide!
Move!
- Oh, no.
Maybe they saw us take the pig
and followed us home.
- Nobody followed us.
[doorknob rattles]
- They followed us!
- Come on, run!
[all breathing heavily]
- That was close.
- Wait.
Where's the pig?
- [groans]
[pig snorting and squealing]
- Anne? Kids?
Anybody home?
- That's not Nelly.
That's Dad.
- Should we tell him
about the pig?
- What?
No one's telling Dad anything.
- So we're just going to
lie to him?
- Isn't the chance
of getting payback on Nelly
and the War Pigs
worth telling one little lie?
- Bad Boy Ricky would do it.
- Yeah, he would...
[deeper voice]
And he'd like it.
I'm in.
Let the lying begin.
- Okay, easy, Bad Boy.
We're only telling
one little lie.
Oh, here.
[pig snorting]
We can hide the pig in here.
Dad will never know.
- Good idea.
Things get lost in here.
I left a burrito
in a jacket over a month ago.
Still haven't found it.
- [sniffs]
Ugh.
Found it.
- Hey, what are you doing
in the closet?
- Uh...just hanging out.
[bell dings]
- Yeah.
We realized we have a whole room
that we never spend any time in.
[bell dings]
[whispering]
Okay. Two little lies.
- Well, stay out of there.
I got important stuff
in that closet.
Now come on.
Help me set up this cake
for your mom's birthday.
- Ooh, Mom's birthday.
When is it?
- Today.
- It is?
- What--were you even
listening to me
when I told you yesterday?
Hey, kids.
Just reminding ya.
Blah, blah, blah.
Dad stuff.
Dad stuff, shiny thing.
Blah...
- Of course we were
listening to you.
[bell dings]
- Good, 'cause your mother
deserves
a great birthday present.
- Which we definitely got her.
[bell dings]
- [gasps]
all: Happy Birthday!
- Aw, you remembered.
- Of course we did.
- We also remembered
your favorite
birthday tradition:
cake for breakfast.
- Oh, Tom.
You shouldn't have.
- Well.
- [laughing]
Hmm.
"Happy Birthday for Tom?"
- What?
What?
No!
I said it was supposed to say
"Happy Birthday,"
and the order was for Tom.
Not "for Tom."
For Tom!
- It's okay.
It's still cake for breakfast.
- No, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You deserve better.
Oh.
- No.
- Which is why we all got you
amazing gifts.
I'm gonna get mine...
mmm, out of the closet.
[kids exclaiming]
- Tom, I really wanted
that cake.
- [exclaims]
Pig! Pig in the house!
- Tom!
- No, no.
Real pig in the house!
- [exclaims]
[pig snorting and squealing]
Who brought this pig
into my house?
- Well, it definitely
wasn't me.
- Because I love pigs!
- Well, that's why
we got one for you.
[bell dings]
- kids: Happy birthday, Mom!
♪
[upbeat music]
- Guys,
what a thoughtful present.
Did you get me a pig
because you knew I had one
as a little girl growing up
on the farm?
- Uh...yeah.
[bell dings]
Right, guys?
- Uh, yes.
That is true.
- Totally.
- Mae helped too.
- Why'd you bring me into it?
- Sorry, if Bad Boy Ricky
goes down,
he's taking everybody with him.
- Well...
[sighs]
I got you a thoughtful gift
too, Anne.
But it looks like
our porky friend
made a meal out of it
in the closet.
[snorting]
[knocking at door]
- Hey, guys.
all: Hey, Dooley.
- Happy birthday, Mrs. H.
- Well, thank you, Dooley.
- Yeah.
Thanks, Dooley.
- Now down to business.
You got someplace we can talk?
- Yeah.
Have you seen our closet?
[laughs nervously]
[whispering]
Closet.
- They hang out in there now.
[pig snorting]
- I don't like
to toot my own horn,
but this is a Dooley doozy.
So...toot.
One pig-sized cheerleader outfit
as requested.
Go, Buffaloes!
- Look, Dooley, there's been
a tiny complication.
Turns out--
- Bup-bup-bup.
I only need to know
what I need to know.
- [laughs]
Bad Boy Ricky gets it.
This way, you're off the hook
if the law gets wise.
Nice.
- He's calling himself
"Bad Boy Ricky" now?
- Yes, he is.
- Dooley's gonna be honest
with you.
It's a tough sell.
[closet door opens, closes]
- What are we going to do?
- If we still want to be
the school heroes,
we're gonna have to get
that pig away from Mom
so we can finish our revenge.
- But how?
[dog barking]
- Squishy!
We'll convince Mom this house
isn't big enough
for Squishy and the pig.
- Dooley, this is lovely.
How did you find a picture
of my grandmother?
- Bup-bup-bup.
- I got her a necklace first.
- That's a good, good boy.
[dog growling]
- Oh, no, Mom,
it looks like Squishy
doesn't like the pig.
- I hate to say it, but we might
have to give the pig back.
[dog barking]
- Squishy agrees.
- No, back on the farm,
it always took a while
for a pig to warm up to a pup.
They'll love each other
by the time
we take the family portrait.
- Whose family portrait?
- Ours.
Don't you remember?
It's my birthday gift to myself.
We're taking it this afternoon
when Nicky gets back from camp.
I told you about it yesterday.
[kids chanting
"Steal their pig!"]
- Honey, do me a favor.
Blah, blah.
Wife stuff, wife stuff.
Blah, blah, blah.
Don't forget.
You totally forgot.
- No, I didn't.
[bell dings]
- Okay, well, since you
remembered, you also remember
that we'll all be wearing crisp,
white linen shirts
for the portrait.
Oh, can you pick up
a little one for the piggy, too?
- Where the heck
am I supposed to find
a crisp, white linen shirt
for a pig?
- Psst.
- [exclaims]
- Go to this address.
Knock on the back door.
[whispering]
Ask for Doug.
[pig snorting]
- Oh, you're so cute.
I'm gonna call you...
[gasps]
Tooty Snoots!
- Okay, fine.
You know I'm a sucker
when you give me nicknames.
Tooty Snoots.
- You come on, Tooty Snoots.
- Wait.
Where are you going?
- You can't leave with the pig.
- Well, how else am I supposed
to give Tooty a bath
before his portrait?
- We're never going to get
that pig away from her.
- Maybe we should just
let her keep it.
- You mean actually
steal the pig
from Nelly and the War Pigs?
[deeper voice]
B.B.R. likes it.
Bad Boy Ricky
likes to abbreviate.
- It's probably better
for the pig anyway.
There's no way Nelly
and those War Pigs
could love it
as much as your mom does.
- I loved that pig
more than anyone
could ever love anything.
- So I was wrong.
- And if I find out
someone took him,
they're gonna pay.
The team and I are going
all around the neighborhood
with these flyers,
trying to find him.
His name is Pigsley Coleman.
He's named after our coach.
- Your coach's name is Pigsley?
- No, Coleman.
You have to let me know
if you see him.
- Who?
Your coach?
- No, the pig.
- But you're also looking
for your coach?
- No.
- Then why'd you put his face
on the flyer?
- That's a pig.
- Huh. All right.
- So have you seen him or not?
all: No.
[bell dinging]
- But there is a great big world
out there.
I mean, he could be anywhere
but here.
- He could be anywhere.
I'm never gonna find him.
He may be the team's mascot,
but I was the one who raised him
since he was a little baby pig.
Oh, Pigsley!
Pigsley!
- Wow, she really loved
that pig.
- Or her coach.
- Could you please excuse us
a second?
- All right, now we have
two people
who love the same pig.
What do we do?
- Tell everybody the truth
and accept the consequences.
- [laughing]
[deeper voice]
Here's how it's going down.
We get Dooley to score us
an identical pig,
do the old switcheroo
with Pigsley,
then sneak him back to his digs,
and no one's the wiser.
Capisce?
- Who are you?
- I'm B.B.R., dang it.
- You know
that's Mom's hat, right?
- B.B.R. don't care.
- All right.
I'll text Dooley.
- Nelly, we're really sorry
about Pigsley,
but I wouldn't worry.
I'm sure he'll show up
before you know it.
[pig squeals]
- [whispering]
Or he'll show up now.
- [whispering]
We got Mom.
You guys take Nelly.
- So, Nelly.
Tell us more about
this "Pigsley" of yours.
- Okay, Tooty Snoots.
- Hey, Mom.
Where are you going?
- Oh, I'm just
taking Tooty upstairs
to dry him off after his bath.
- No, you can't!
- What? Why not?
- Because we really want you to
tell us about life on the farm.
[bell dings]
Bet you had a lot
of good stories
about sheep, huh?
- No, we didn't have any sheep.
- What about chickens?
- Nope.
- Cows?
- No.
- A funny donkey?
- [laughs nervously]
[pig squealing]
- Is that oinking?
- Uh, no, that's not oinking.
That's...
- Dawn.
- Yeah, she has really bad
allergies.
[bell dings]
In fact, we all do,
right, Dicky?
[bell dings]
[coughing and hacking]
[both coughing]
[pig squealing]
- That sounds just like Pigsley.
[crying]
I miss him so much!
[sobbing]
- Who's crying
in the living room?
- It's...
Dad!
[bell dings]
Yeah, he is all broken up
about the whole
birthday gift thing.
- Aww.
Yeah, I should go check on him.
- Wait, Mom!
No!
Oh.
[whispering]
Where are they?
- [whispering]
I don't know.
- I just tried to get you
another cake, Anne.
- Aw.
- Mm-hmm.
- "Happy Birthday, Dan."
Hmm.
Who's Dan?
- You are, Anne.
You're Dan.
I'd like to say it's short
for "Darling Anne,"
but it isn't.
I swear that Schneider's Bakery
wants me to fail.
- Honey, it's okay.
As long as you got
this little guy a shirt
for the family portrait,
I'm gonna have a happy birthday.
- I'll be right back, Dan.
- Oh, hey, get lunch
for the kids.
I won't have time to make lunch
before the photographer
gets here.
And you and your brothers
need to get ready.
- Will do!
As soon as I find out
where the heck they are.
[phone chimes]
- Oh, Dicky just texted us.
They took Nelly out to
"pretend to look for harp egg."
Wait, I think that's supposed
to say "look for her pig."
- Ugh. Dicky never checks
his autocorrect.
[phone chimes]
- I guess that's why
he just texted
that he and Ricky
"will be bite rack
in a mint newt."
♪ ♪
- Where are they?
Finally.
Okay, how'd it go with Nelly?
- Perfect.
She's totally off our trail.
- And Nelly's actually
pretty cool.
We're FaceShack friends now.
- You are?
- Yeah, we have a lot
in common.
She lost her pig.
I stole her pig.
I guess that's it.
[phone chimes]
Dooley's almost here.
- Great.
As soon as Mom comes down,
we get the pig from her,
make the switcheroo,
and we're back on track
for payback.
Here.
- Okay.
You kids ready for the picture?
- Absolutely.
- Great.
- Oh, and I love
that new hair clip.
- What new hair clip?
- Oh, the one that's moving
in your hair.
- What?
- Okay, bug in you hair!
Bug in your hair!
- Oh, get it out!
Come on!
Come on, help!
Help!
Get it out!
Did you get it?
- I think I did.
Got it!
[bell dings]
- [exhales]
- But ya...
might want to run a brush
through that.
- Right. Thank you.
Okay.
- We'll watch Tooty Snoots
for you.
- Oh, okay.
Here you go.
[pig squealing]
- Okay.
Finally we can end this mess.
- I've said it before,
and I'll say it again.
Toot.
- What did you do?
- Dooley brought
what Dicky texted.
- I texted "We need to get Mom
an identical pig."
- No, you texted,
"We need to get a monkey
that dances a jig."
- Oops.
- But as long as he's here...
- Hit it, Bobo!
[folk dancing music]
♪ ♪
- What?
Dicky see,
Dicky do.
♪ ♪
[folk dancing music]
♪ ♪
- What are we going to do now?
Mom is definitely
going to notice
if we try to switch the pig
with a monkey.
B.B.R. is starting to panic!
- Dooley, we need a pig.
- [groans]
My pig guy's out of town
until Thursday.
But let me tell you
what I'm gonna do for you.
The monkey?
Yours.
- Dooley, we can't--
- Bup-bup-bup-bup.
- What are we supposed to do
with this monkey?
[doorbell rings]
- That's the photographer.
Let her in!
- [whispering]
Closet. Come on.
- All right, come on.
- Come here.
- Come on.
If you get hungry, there's
a burrito in the gray jacket.
I hope she's not color-blind.
- Okay, all better.
Hey, where's my little piggy?
- [stammering]
He went to market?
[all laughing nervously]
- Kids, I have something
for you in the kitchen!
- Maybe Dad has him.
- Yeah.
[doorbell rings]
- Well, I'm sure
the pig's in good hands.
- Hey, check it out.
I took care
of our little pig problem...
and I got us a delicious meal
at the same time.
- Is that a b-b-b-baby back?
- Mmm.
Oh, yeah.
These are the freshest ribs
I've ever had.
Right, Squish?
- Is that a curly pig tail?
- Okay, guys, get in here!
Nicky's home
and the photographer's ready.
- Coming!
Boy, that little porker
was finger-lickin' good.
[laughs, snorts]
Nicky!
- Dad and Squishy ate the pig!
- I knew they hated it,
but that seems extreme.
- Leave it!
- Let's go, kids.
The photographer's on the clock.
- Nicky, how was cooking camp?
- Nicholas.
- Hey, Nicky.
- It was good.
- You will not believe what has
gone on since you've been gone.
- Hey, guys,
where is Tooty Snoots?
- You're looking at him.
- Why is she calling Dad
"Tooty Snoots"?
- He's not Tooty Snoots.
- The pig was Tooty Snoots.
- We took him.
- And tried to hide him.
- But Dad turned him
into barbecue.
- Wow.
Is there any left?
'Cause I haven't eaten
since this morning.
I mean...
how horrible.
- Give us our pig back!
- Who are you?
- We're the War Pigs,
and Pigsley is ours.
We know you took him.
Here's the proof:
a selfie Dicky posted
this morning on FaceShack.
- #pignapping.
- Dicky, why would you post
that picture?
- Dude, if your hair looked
that good, you'd post it too.
- Sorry, guys, I've only got
five minutes to do this,
so we have to get going.
- Okay, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
- Five minutes?
- I had a coupon.
- Wait!
What are you doing?
What about our pig?
- Big smiles.
- Can anyone tell me why
this angry girl
keeps calling my pig hers?
- It doesn't matter anyway,
because Dad ate the pig!
- What?
- I didn't eat the pig!
- But you said you
took care of the pig problem.
- What? Oh.
Oh, no.
I got those baby backs
from Doug's Ribs,
Rubs, and Tiny Shirts.
And then I--I grabbed some--
some lunch after
I picked up the pig's shirt.
- But Squishy had the pig's tail
in his mouth.
- Well, that was
just a curly fry.
- So if he didn't eat him,
where's our pig?
- Okay, why does she keep saying
it's theirs?
- Because it kind of maybe
just a little is theirs?
- What?
- Keep smiling.
- We're sorry, Mom.
We just wanted revenge.
- On Nelly and her team
for filling my buffalo head
with spaghetti.
- So anyway, the truth is...
[tape fast-forwarding,
counter clicking]
[bell dings]
And now that
you're all caught up
on how we got here...
we're really sorry.
We didn't mean for any
of this to happen.
- We just started lying,
and we couldn't stop.
- Bad Boy Ricky was feelin' it!
- Who?
- But it's over.
No more lies.
- Well, I appreciate you kids
finally telling the truth,
but where is
this poor girl's pig?
- all: Uh...
[pig shrieking]
- Pigsley!
Come here, Pigsley.
[pig squealing]
Come here.
- See?
Everything worked out fine.
So we're even, right?
- Oh, no.
We'll settle this
on the soccer field.
Let's go, War Pigs.
[snorting]
[door slams]
- So you forgot my birthday,
and you didn't get me a present.
- No.
- We...
- Uh...
- Got you a monkey!
[bell dings]
- And not just any monkey.
Hit it, Bobo.
- No, no.
Don't hit it, Bobo.
That's my locket.
Now give it back.
Thank you.
[camera shutter clicks]
- ♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na na ♪
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪