:27:02
The cats says
they call it Christmas.
:27:06
Christmas!
Christmas dinner, yeah.
:27:10
Dinner means death.
:27:12
Death means carnage!
Christmas means carnage!
:27:17
Christmas means carnage!
[ Quacking ]
:27:31
Oooh.
:27:36
[ Giggling ]
:27:38
- [ Giggling Continues ]
- Yes!
:27:45
Wait.
:27:47
Eatin' pigs!
Blaah! Barbarians!
:27:51
You're goin' back
to the fields, Maa.
:27:53
Oh, young'un, tragic there
ain't more of your kind.
:27:56
- l'll be thinkin' of ya always.
- l could come visit you.
:28:00
l'd like that, but--
[ Clears Throat ]
:28:02
Well, we shouldn't hope
for too much. Ooh!
:28:05
[ Bleats ]
:28:24
[ Narrator ]
And so, it was Christmas Eve.
:28:27
And time had run out
for the pig.
:28:30
- Are you doing him tonight then?
- Mmm.
:28:34
Good.
The blood'll drain by morning.
:28:38
- Pity.
- What's that?
:28:40
Nothin'.
:28:42
What on earth
are you babbling on about?
:28:48
Shame to miss out on the best ham prize
at next year's fair, is all.
:28:51
Nice plump haunches
he's gettin'.
:28:55
Beautiful.
Still...
:28:58
silly to wait,
l suppose.