Narrator: Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs. Their names were Curly, Chunky, and Pinky. One day they decided to see the world.
Mama: Bye-bye, boys. Take care.
Curly, Chunky, and Pinky: Bye, Mama!
Pinky: Well, I’m going this direction.
Chunky: I’m going that way.
Curly: I think I’ll head over there.
Narrator: The three pigs went in different directions. Curly met a goat selling straw.
Curly: I’ll build a house of straw.
Narrator: So he bought some straw and built his house.
Curly: There, what a cozy home!
Narrator: Curly relaxed in his new home. But there was one problem . . .
Willis: Knock-knock! Oh, yoo-hoo!
Curly: Who’s there?
Willis: A friend, Willis the Wolf. Now let me in.
Narrator: Mama Pig taught her sons never to open the door to strangers, especially strangers with big teeth!
Curly: No, no! Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin.
Willis: Let me in! Or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down.
Curly: No! You can't come in, you big bully!
Willis: I’m going to huff! I’m going to puff! And I’m going to blo-o-o-o-w-w-w your house down!
Narrator: It wasn’t that hard. Straw houses fall easily.
Willis: Now, little pig. I’m going to eat you up!
Curly: Help!
Narrator: Meanwhile, Chunky met a beaver selling sticks.
Chunky: I’ll build a house of sticks.
Narrator: So he bought some sticks and built his house.
Chunky: There, what a pleasant home!
Narrator: Chunky looked at his new house with pride. But there was one problem . . .
Curly: Chunky, h-h-help!
Chunky: Eek! It’s a wolf! Hurry inside. Lock the door.
Willis: Knock-knock! Let me in!
Chunky: No! Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin.
Willis: Let me in! Or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down.
Chunky: You can't come in!
Willis: I’m going to huff! I’m going to puff! And I’m going to blo-o-o-o-w-w-w your house down!
Narrator: It wasn’t that hard. Stick houses fall easily.
Willis: Now I’m going to eat you up!
Curly and Chunky: Help!
Narrator: Meanwhile, Pinky met a horse selling bricks.
Pinky: I’ll build my house with bricks.
Narrator: So he bought some bricks and started his house.
Pinky: This will be a strong home.
Narrator: Pinky took his time to build a brick house.
Pinky: My house is almost finished. I'll put one more brick on the chimney.
Narrator: But there was one problem . . .
Curly and Chunky: Pinky, h-h-help!
Chunky: A wolf is chasing us!
Curly: Get inside quick and lock the door!
Willis: Well what do we have here? That pig is trapped on the roof. There’s no place for him to run. Hello, little pig!
Pinky: It’s that bully, the wolf. What will I do? I know!
Narrator: Pinky climbed into his chimney and slid down. In the house, Curly and Chunky were scared.
Curly: The wolf is chasing us!
Chunky: He’s going to eat us up!
Pinky: I have an idea! Fill that pot with water.
Narrator: Pinky built a hot fire. Then the three little pigs put the pot on the fire.
Willis: Knock-knock! Let me in!
Pinky: No! Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!
Willis: I blew down a straw house. I blew down a stick house. I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down too!
Pinky: Go ahead and try!
Willis: I’m going to huff! I’m going to puff! And I’m going to blo-o-o-o-w-w-w your house down!
Pinky: I’m waiting!
Willis: I said, I’m going to blo-o-o-o-w-w-w your house down!
Narrator: Brick houses don’t fall so easily.
Willis: It doesn’t matter. I can be as clever as the pig!
Curly: Oh no, he's climbing up the house.
Chunky: He’s climbing onto the roof!
Pinky: Let’s see. The water is boiling nice and hot.
Willis: I’ll slide down the chimney just like that pig!
Narrator: Willis licked his lips and hopped down the chimney. But there was just one problem . . . When Willis fell in, Pinky covered the pot.
Willis: Ahh! Oww! Let me out!
Pinky: I’ll let you out if you promise to leave us alone.
Willis: I promise!
Narrator: Willis left town and never came back.
Pinky: We won’t see him again!
Curly: Well, it’s time to build another house.
Chunky: Let’s get started!
Narrator: Pinky helped his brothers. When Mama Pig came, they all had new, strong brick homes.
Mama: What beautiful homes, boys! I'm glad you built your houses of brick. You never know what might happen!
Narrator: And the three little pigs smiled. The end.