Charlotte's Web (1973)

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Charlotte's Web

This old world is

filled with wonders,

but to me there's

no place more wonderful

than a farm in springtime,

when the sun is just

lifting on the skyline.

The air is so sweet,

and everywhere you look,

little miracles

are happening.

Buds swell into blossoms,

eggs hatch,

young are born.

Everything's off

to a fresh start,

and life is good

and busy and brand-new.

Around the barnyard,

big families

are a blessing.

The more, the merrier.

Root and grunt,

push and shove,

room for everybody.

Well,

everybody except the runt.

John Arabel had been up

since daybreak.

He'd seen the pig's size,

and he wasn't

looking forward

to what had

to be done.

Good morning, Papa.

Morning, Fern.

Here are the eggs, Mama.

Thank you, Fern.

What's Papa doing

with that ax?

Some pigs were born

last night.

Why does he

need an ax?

One pig was a runt.

Your father has

to do away with it.

Do away with it?

You mean k*ll it?

Well, yes.

Because it's smaller

than the others?

The pig would

probably die anyway.

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Papa! Stop! Don't!

Don't k*ll it!

It's unfair!

Fern, you will have to

learn to control yourself.

Control myself?

This is a matter

of life and death,

and you say

control yourself.

I know more about

raising pigs than you.

A weakling makes trouble.

Now run along.

But it's unfair.

If I had been very small,

would you

have k*lled me?

Oh, certainly not.

A little girl is one thing.

A runty pig is another.

I don't see any difference.

This is the most terrible

case of injustice

I ever heard of.

I've got a mind to

let you raise this pig.

Then you'd see what

trouble a pig can be.

Oh, Papa.

Would you?

Please?

All right. He's yours.

Saved from

an untimely death.

Oh. Look at him.

He's absolutely perfect.

His name is...

Wilbur.

A pig doesn't grow fat

on kisses and hugs.

Now take him inside

and feed him.

John Arabel,

you've gone soft.

Isn't he precious?

Can I have one, too?

I only distribute pigs

to early risers.

Fern was up at daylight,

fighting injustice.

Seems you've already

got more wildlife

than you can

take care of, Avery.

? There must be

something more to us ?

? Than you and me ?

? It must be

tangled up somehow ?

? With destiny ?

? I used to think

the sum of 1 and 1 ?

? Was 2 ?

? But we add up to more,

me and you ?

? When we are

close together ?

? It's so plain to see ?

? Together we are better

than we used to be ?

? I don't know how to say

the things I'm thinking of ?

? But the something-more

I'm feeling ?

? Must be love ?

? I used to think

the sum of 1 and 1 was 2 ?

? But we add up to more,

me and you ?

? I don't know how to say

the things I'm thinking of ?

? But the something-more

I'm feeling ?

? Must be love ?

But to a boy

named Henry Fussy,

fun was something

he'd only heard about.

Henry.

Where did you

get the pig?

Papa gave him to me

because

he was the R-U-N-T.

Let me hold him.

You know, Henry,

you ought to have

a dog or something.

Well, Mother says

pets are unsanitary.

Wilbur's not.

He's clean as a whistle.

Henry Fussy,

you put that thing down!

Shoo! Shoo!

Get out!

Shoo! Shoo!

All right, Wilbur.

Make a wish.

This pig now sits

at the table like family?

It's Wilbur's birthday, Papa.

He's 2 weeks old.

It's time for him

to start behaving

like a pig.

Tonight he starts

sleeping outside.

But-- But, Papa--

Don't "But, Papa" me.

Take that pig outside

where it belongs.

It's my old comfy blanket,

when I was little.

You'll be nice and warm.

Go on in. Try it.

Good night, Wilbur.

I'll see you

in the morning.

You'll be just fine.

Go to sleep now.

Oh, Wilbur.

? There must be

something more to us ?

? Than you and me ?

John, wake up!

Robbers!

H-Huh?

Help, Papa!

There's a ghost

in my bed!

Wilbur was what

farmers call a spring pig,

meaning he was born

in springtime.

When he was 6 weeks old,

he'd grown so,

you'd never have known

he started life as a runt.

Wilbur had gotten so big,

in fact,

that John Arabel decided

it was time he stopped

being a pet

and started being a pig.

He's got to go, Fern.

Papa, no!

You've had your fun

raising a baby pig,

but Wilbur's got

to be sold.

He's not a baby anymore,

and his brothers

and sisters

are already sold.

Oh, Papa.

What's the matter

with Fern?

Fern's learning

the hard facts of farm life.

Oh, Wilbur.

The next day

was the saddest one

Fern and Wilbur

had ever known.

The young pig was taken

from his home

under the apple tree

and sold down the road

to Fern's uncle

Homer Zuckerman.

Good-bye, Wilbur.

Good-bye, Wilbur!

Good-bye.

Sorry, sonny, sorry.

I'm sitting,

sitting on my eggs,

but if you'd like

to come here and talk,

you're welcome,

welcome, welcome.

Can't you talk, talk, talk?

You probably--obably

could if you tried.

Try, try, try.

W-W-W-W...

W-W-W-W...

Oh, you can do

better, better,

better than that.

W-W-W-Wilbur!

Very good.

Very good!

W-W-Wilbur!

Wilbur!

There, there, there.

You speak very well.

I can talk.

I can talk!

? I can actually,

factually talk ?

? Isn't it great ?

? That I articulate? ?

? Isn't it grand ?

? That you can understand? ?

? I don't grunt,

I don't oink ?

? I don't even

squeak or squawk ?

? When I wanna say

a something ?

? I open up and talk ?

? I can talk ?

? I can talk, talk, talk ?

? I can talk ?

? I pop with perspicacity ?

? I'm loaded with loquacity ?

? My vocalized veracity

is tops ?

? Semantically

each bit of me's ?

? The verbalized epitome ?

? My plethory of patter

never stops ?

? Isn't it great ?

? That I articulate? ?

? Isn't it grand ?

? That you can understand? ?

? I don't whock,

I don't wheek ?

? I don't even

squeak or squawk ?

? When I wanna say

a something ?

? I open up and talk ?

? I can talk ?

? I can talk, talk, talk ?

? I can talk ?

? It's wondrous and mystical ?

? I'm hardly egotistical ?

? Because of this

linguistical aplomb ?

? But speaking

quite pragmatically ?

? My self-esteem

emphatically ?

? Dramatically improved

since I was dumb ?

? Isn't it great ?

? That I articulate? ?

? Isn't it grand ?

? That you can understand? ?

? I don't honk,

I don't eek ?

? I don't even

squeak or squawk ?

? When I wanna say

a something ?

? I open up and talk ?

? I can talk ?

? I can talk, talk, talk ?

? I can... ?

Why don't you

keep it down?

? I can talk ?

Now, aren't you

glad, glad, glad?

No. I'm still

sad, sad, sad.

I miss Fern.

Sooey!

Sooey!

Pig, pig, pig, pig!

Here, pig!

Hmm.

Something's wrong

with that new pig, Homer.

He won't touch his slops.

Probably needs

a spring tonic.

Give him some

sulfured molasses.

All right.

Here, pig!

Here you go, Wilbur.

Take this.

There you go.

Ooh--ooh--ooh.

Ooh, ooh.

Hey!

This pig is a fainter.

You have a good home,

home here.

Why aren't you

happy, happy, happy?

I miss Fern.

Hmm.

You're quite a pig.

It felt good

to hear a word of praise,

but what he really wanted

was a friend.

Better eat, Wilbur.

I don't want food.

I want a friend.

Will you play with me?

I'm no flibberty--ibberty

jibbit.

I'm staying here

and hatching my goslings.

Will you play with me,

Templeton?

Play? I hardly know

the meaning of the word.

It means to run

and skip and make merry.

I never do any

of those things...

if I can avoid them.

I prefer to spend

my time spying...

And hiding, and, uh...

eating.

Help yourself.

I'm not hungry.

Want to play?

May I, Papa?

Certainly not.

In the first place,

you can't get out of your pen.

In the second place,

sheep do not play

with pigs.

Why not?

It's a matter of status.

Sheep, for instance,

are highly regarded by Zuckerman

because we furnish him

with good quality wool.

With pigs, it's just

a matter of time.

Time till what?

Till you're

fat enough to k*ll.

What did you say?

Oh, everybody knows it.

In the fall

you'll be turned

into smoked bacon and ham.

Just as soon as

cold weather sets in,

they'll k*ll you.

Oh!

Templeton!

Hmm?

Templeton, would you do

something--omething--

omething about Wilbur,

please?

Ow!

Is it true

what the old sheep says?

Is that awful thing true?

It's a dirty--irty trick,

but it's true.

I don't want to die.

I want to stay here

in my warm manure pile

and breathe

the beautiful air

and lie in the beautiful sun.

You're certainly making

a beautiful noise.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

Quiet, Wilbur.

Now, chin up.

Who said that?

Do you want a friend?

Yes, I want a friend,

but I want to live, too.

Well, chin up.

I'll be your friend,

and I'll try to save your life.

I've been watching you,

and I like you.

I can't see you.

What do you mean,

chin up?

Now go to sleep.

You'll see me

in the morning,

and I'll explain

everything then.

Wilbur's stomach

was empty,

and his mind was full.

When your stomach is empty

and your mind is full,

it's always hard to sleep,

but sleep and Wilbur

finally found each other.

? Chin up, chin up ?

? Everybody loves

a happy face ?

? Wear it ?

? Share it ?

? It'll brighten up

the darkest place ?

? Twinkle ?

? Sparkle ?

? Let a little sunshine in ?

? You'll be on the right side ?

? Looking at the bright side ?

? Up with your

chinny chin chin... ?

Ahem!

Attention, please.

Will the party who

addressed me last night

kindly come out

of hiding?

If you do have a friend,

you're probably

disturbing his rest.

Oh. I beg

everyone's pardon.

I didn't mean to be

objectionable.

? Chin up, chin up ?

? Put a little laughter

in your eyes ?

? Brave it, save it ?

? Even though

you're feeling otherwise ?

? Rise up, wise up ?

? Make a little smile begin ?

? You'll be happy-hearted ?

? Once you get started ?

? Up with your

chinny chin chin ?

Salutations.

Huh?

Salu what?

Salutations.

What are they?

And where are you?

Salutations are greetings.

It's my fancy way

of saying hello.

Look up here

in the doorway.

? Chin down ?

? You can't come frowning ?

? Turn around ?

? Starting clowning ?

? Think sad ?

? Your troubles double ?

? Think glad ?

? To burst white bubbles ?

? Chin up, chin up ?

? Every little time

your spirits wilt ?

? Chin up, chin up ?

? Give your attitude

an upward tilt ?

? Twinkle ?

? Sparkle ?

? Make a little fun begin ?

? You'll be on the right side ?

? Looking at the bright side ?

? Up with your chinny chin ?

? Chin up ?

See me now?

Oh, yes!

Good morning!

Salutations.

I can't see you well, though.

Is that better?

Oh, yes.

I promised I'd tell you

all about the words

chin up, and I did.

What is your name, please?

My name is Charlotte,

Charlotte A. Cavatica.

I think you're beautiful.

Well, I am pretty.

Almost all spiders

are nice-looking.

I'm not as flashy as some,

but I'll do.

About saving my life,

do you really

think you can?

Oh, just a minute, Wilbur.

He'll make a perfect

breakfast for me.

Eww. You mean

you eat flies?

Well, certainly.

I eat anything that

gets caught in my web.

I have to live, don't I?

Why, yes, of course.

Do they taste good?

Delicious.

Yecchh!

I don't really eat them.

I drink their blood.

I love blood.

Oh, please don't say that.

Why not? It's true.

But it's cruel.

Well, you can't talk.

You have your meals

brought to you in a pail.

Nobody feeds me.

I live by my wits.

It just seems

an odd diet.

Do you realize if

I didn't eat them,

bugs would get

so numerous,

they'd destroy the earth?

Spiders are really

very useful creatures.

I wish I were useful.

Maybe I'll spin a web.

Let's see you do it.

How do I start?

Take a deep breath.

Now climb to the highest

place you can get to.

Oh! What did I

do wrong?

Ha ha ha!

Nothing.

It was a nice try.

I know what I need.

You there, Templeton?

Mm-hmm?

Got a little piece of string

I could borrow?

I need it to spin a web.

What's in it for me?

I'll save you part

of my breakfast.

You've got yourself a deal.

Tie one end to my tail,

will you?

No trouble at all.

Now attach the other end

up there to that rafter.

Everybody, watch.

Oh.

I'm going

to try that again.

I advise you

to put the idea

out of your mind.

You lack a set

of spinnerets,

and you lack

know-how.

But chin up.

Why should you worry

about trapping food?

I'm glad you're here,

Charlotte.

Will you stay

for a long, long time?

A spider's life

is an uncertain thing,

but I'll stay

as long as I can.

Eww.

If it bothers you so, Wilbur,

I'll eat it

after you're asleep.

Thank you, Charlotte.

You're very considerate.

The early

summer days on a farm

are the fairest

and happiest of the year,

and Wilbur looked forward

each day

to a visit from Fern.

All the animals

trusted her

because she was quiet

and friendly.

And it made Fern happy

just to be near them.

I am sure everyone

will be gratified to learn

that after 4 weeks

of unremitting

effort and patience

on the part

of the goose,

the goslings have arrived.

Congratulations!

How many are there?

There are 7.

7 is a lucky number.

Luck had nothing

to do with this.

It was good management

and hard work.

Why didn't, uh...

this one hatch?

It's a dud, I guess.

What will you

do with it?

You can have it.

Roll it away.

Add it to that nasty

collection of yours.

Be careful.

A rotten egg can be

a regular stink b*mb.

I know what I'm doing.

I handle stuff like this

all the time.

Let me see your family.

I've never seen

goslings before.

Come along, Jeffrey.

Ooh! It's big out here.

It is big,

and it is frightening

at times,

but on the whole,

the world is

a wonderful place.

This one's undersized.

That's Jeffrey.

He takes after my side

of the family--amily.

I never saw a gosling

that tiny.

There must be

something wrong with him.

Oh!

Are you my mother?

No, I'm Wilbur.

I'm not your mother,

but I'll be your friend.

I was a runt like you once.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not.

Then I want to be

like you.

Well, why not?

? Oh, we've got ?

? Lots in common ?

? Where it really counts ?

? Where it really counts ?

? We've got large amounts ?

? What we look like ?

? Doesn't count an ounce ?

? We've got lots in common ?

? Where it really counts ?

? You've got feathers,

I've got skin ?

? But both our outsides

hold us in ?

? I've got hooves ?

? You've got webbed feet ?

? But we both

stand up to eat ?

? 'Cause we've got ?

? Lots in common ?

? Where it really counts ?

? Where it really counts ?

? We've got large amounts ?

? What we look like ?

? Doesn't count an ounce ?

? We've got lots

in common ?

? Where it really counts ?

? You've got a beak ?

? And I've a snout ?

? But the both of us

can sniff about ?

? You'll say quack ?

? And I'll say neigh ?

? But we're talking

either way ?

? 'Cause we've got ?

? Lots in common ?

? Where it really counts ?

? Where it really counts ?

? We've got large amounts ?

? What we look like ?

? Doesn't count an ounce ?

? We've got lots in common ?

? Where it really counts ?

? You're born to swim ?

? And me to spin ?

? But we both love

this world we're in ?

? We share the sun,

the earth, the sky ?

? And that's the reason why ?

? We've all got ?

? Lots in common ?

? Where it really counts ?

? Where it really counts ?

? We've got large amounts ?

? What we look like ?

? Doesn't count an ounce ?

? We've got lots in common ?

? Where it really counts ?

Come along,

Jeffrey-- effrey.

It's time for

swimming lessons.

You want to go?

I'd love to go

swimming with you,

but I don't swim.

Well, I'll stay

with Wilbur, Mom.

Suit yourself.

Let's be friends forever,

Wilbur.

Want to?

Jeffrey, there's a horrible

fact of life

that you don't

know about yet,

and I don't

want to tell you,

but Charlotte's working

on the problem.

Aren't you, Charlotte?

Indeed, yes.

But I see no point

in withholding

unpleasant information

from your friend.

The fact is, Jeffrey,

Wilbur's life is in danger.

I'm trying to save him.

Can I help?

We'll see.

First, I have to think

of an idea.

I love you, Wilbur.

I love you, too, Jeffrey.

Papa, did you know

that Uncle Homer's

goslings hatched?

Oh, how many?

7.

There were 8 eggs,

but one didn't hatch.

The goose told Templeton

he could have it.

The goose did what?

Told Templeton she didn't

want the egg anymore.

Who's Templeton?

A rat. None of us

like him much.

Who's us?

Oh, everybody

in the barn cellar--

Wilbur and the sheep

and the lambs and goose

and Charlotte and me.

Charlotte?

Who's Charlotte?

Wilbur's friend.

Oh, she's terribly clever.

What does she look like?

Well, she has 8 legs

and catches flies so she

can drink their blood.

Wilbur adores her.

Fern, stop inventing

these wild tales.

Oh, I'm not inventing.

I'm just telling the facts.

Darling, I want you

to play outside today

instead of visiting

Uncle Homer's barn.

But I like it over there.

You're spending

too much time there.

You shouldn't be

alone so much.

But I'm not alone.

My best friends are

in the barn cellar.

It's not at all lonely.

Once

she had promised Wilbur

she was going

to save his life,

Charlotte was determined

to keep her promise.

Day after day,

she hung from her web

and waited patiently

for an idea to come to her.

How perfectly simple.

What's that, Charlotte?

I'll save your life

by tricking Zuckerman.

It won't hurt him?

Trust me, Wilbur.

People are very gullible.

They'll believe anything

they see in print.

Why isn't that gosling

with his mother?

Because he likes Wilbur.

Shrimpy little thing.

Sounds more like a pig

than a gosling.

Wow! Look at

that big spider!

I'll catch it

for my collection.

Avery, you leave

that spider alone!

I'm going to catch him.

What's wrong with you,

Wilbur?

He doesn't like you

in there. Get out.

What did you do, Avery?

Ew!

Good night!

What a stink!

It's a good thing for you

I saved that egg.

It certainly is.

I'm grateful to you,

Templeton.

This business

is well and good

for Charlotte.

But what about us?

Who wants to

live in a barn

that's perfumed

with rotten eggs?

It will clear soon. See?

The breeze is already

taking it away.

Afternoon passed

and evening came.

Shadows lengthened

across the farm,

and the cool,

sweet breath of evening

flowed in.

Charlotte?

Yes, Wilbur.

Are you thinking about

how you'll save my life?

Chin up.

Just stop worrying.

I don't want to die,

Charlotte.

I love it here

in the barn.

Of course you do.

We all do.

How will you save me,

Charlotte?

Now, go to sleep.

You'll see me

in the morning.

I'll try.

Get some sleep, Wilbur.

? Now is the hour ?

? When frogs and thrushes ?

? Praise the world ?

? From the woods

and rushes ?

? Sleep, my love ?

? Sleep, my only dear ?

? In the dark ?

? Fragile

and magical shadows ?

? Silently start to appear ?

? Lovely and lyrical

silvery miracle ?

? Charlotte's web ?

? Carefully spinning

her tracings ?

? Lacy and gracefully sheer ?

? Over and under,

the infinite wonder ?

? Of Charlotte's web ?

? Why is she spinning

and weaving away ?

? All night long? ?

? What is she trying

so hard to convey ?

? With her silent song? ?

What are you doing?

Working.

Why so late?

I'll be lucky

if I'm finished by sunup.

Go to sleep, Templeton.

Good night, Charlotte.

Good night, Templeton.

? Sometimes when

somebody loves you ?

? Miracles somehow appear ?

? And there in

the warp and the woof ?

? Is the proof of it ?

? Charlotte's web ?

I'm... I'm... I'm...

I'm seeing things!

Mr. Zuckerman!

Mr. Zuckerman!

Something's happened

to Lervy.

Do you see what I see?

"Some pig."

You don't suppose

that spider...

Edith, we have

received a sign.

We have

a very unusual pig.

Seems to me

you're a little off.

Seems to me we have

no ordinary spider.

No, it's just

a common gray spider.

See?

It's sitting right there.

It's a miracle!

We must share this

with our friends.

"Some pig."

That's what it says,

all right.

Pig! Some pig,

look this way!

Getting to be famous

didn't change Wilbur one bit.

Through all the crowds

and publicity

and glamour,

he stayed

the same old Wilbur.

He was glad when

the crowds stopped coming,

and he could be with

his real friends again.

Even Mrs. Fussy fell for

the message in the web

and let Henry come over

to see the famous pig.

A Hornet! Duck!

Ohh!

It's all right, Wilbur.

Everybody knows

you're some pig.

Henry, I said

you could visit,

not spend the day.

I'm sorry.

We were having fun.

You've kept

your music teacher

waiting 20 minutes.

Run along home.

Those words in the web,

was that some

trick of yours?

No, ma'am!

It was a miracle!

Hmm.

It doesn't look very

miraculous anymore.

Charlotte,

if people start

doubting the miracle,

you think my life

will still be saved?

Most definitely not.

I hate to keep

bothering you.

You're no bother to me.

You are my one true friend.

Attention, everybody.

May I have

your attention, please?

Templeton, you, too.

Sorry, I'm busy.

I called this meeting

because I'm concerned

about Wilbur's safety.

I need another message.

If anybody thinks of one,

I'll weave it into the web.

How about "Wilbur's nice?"

Well, he is nice,

but I need something

a little more exciting.

How about "pig supreme?"

Hmm. No good.

It sounds like a rich dessert.

How about

"terrific, terrific, terrific?"

Cut that down

to one "terrific,"

and it might do nicely.

I think "terrific"

will impress Zuckerman.

But Charlotte,

I'm not terrific.

You're terrific

as far as I'm concerned.

Does anybody know

how to spell it?

I think it's T,

double E, double R,

double R,

double I, double F,

double I,

double C, C, C.

What kind of an acrobat

do you think I am?

It would take all night

to write that.

I wouldn't consult geese

in matters of spelling.

The word is spelled

T-E-R-R-I-F-I-C.

I still think it's

prettier spelled T,

double E, double R,

double I, double--

Please.

Let me spell it my way.

Why not try

by the fence?

Huh?

Lervy dropped

half a sandwich there.

Why, thank you,

Charlotte.

Eek!

That wasn't nice,

Charlotte!

Perhaps the next time

I call a meeting,

you'll see fit to attend.

Sooey! Pig, pig, pig!

Here, pig!

? Dee dee dee dee dee ?

Mr. Zuckerman!

Another miracle!

Right, this morning.

"Terrific."

Plain as anything.

Another miracle

at Zuckerman's.

People

who had come to see Wilbur

when he was "some pig"

came back again

now that he was "terrific."

That's some pig.

Yeah, some terrific pig.

He's terrific!

Wow!

I never saw

a pig like that!

But gradually,

the crowds got to be

smaller and smaller.

And finally,

people stopped coming

altogether.

Here, pig!

Sooey!

That's some pig.

He's terrific.

He's a wonderful pig.

You'll get some

extra-good ham and bacon

when it comes time

to k*ll that pig.

Ohh...

Charlotte!

Look at Wilbur!

Oh, Templeton, please.

Would you revive

Wilbur, please?

Yow!

They're going to k*ll me.

I don't want to die.

Wilbur, now calm down.

I can't stand hysterics.

But I want to live!

And live you shall.

Templeton,

would you please stay?

There's going

to be a meeting.

I'm going back to bed.

There's been a new threat

to Wilbur's life.

You can help us.

Why should I worry

about Wilbur?

You'll worry

when winter comes.

If Wilbur is k*lled,

and his trough

stands empty,

you'll grow so thin,

we'll look right through

your stomach

and see objects

on the other side.

What exactly did you

have in mind, Charlotte?

I need new ideas

for the web.

Go to the dump and bring back

a magazine clipping.

Right after

I finish my nap.

No, Templeton.

There is not a second to spare.

Aw!

It says "crunchy."

No, that's wrong.

It might start Zuckerman

thinking

about crunchy bacon.

Ohh!

Wilbur,

I forbid you to faint.

Templeton, I'll have to

ask you to try again.

What do you think I am,

a messenger boy?

Now, Templeton, please.

Well, I know where

there's a package

of soap flakes

with writing on it.

I'll bring you a piece.

"With new radiant action."

What does it mean?

How should I know?

I suppose the next thing

you'll want me to fetch

is a dictionary.

"With new radiant action."

Wilbur, run around.

I want to see if you're

radiant in action.

Jump in the air.

Do a back flip

with a half-twist in it.

I'm not sure

that's radiant action,

but it's interesting.

Actually, I feel radiant.

Then radiant you shall be.

Thank you, Templeton.

You've been most helpful.

How's that for a pig?

That pig is radiant!

Never seen nothing like it.

That's some pig.

That's a pig

that'll win prizes!

- Yeah!

- Ha ha ha!

Oh, fine swine!

Wish he was mine!

Friends!

I don't want

my radiant pig all worn out.

You can see him again

because I've decided

to take him

to the County Fair.

- Yay!

- Yay!

Lervy!

Yes, sir.

Make a large crate.

Paint it green

with bold letters.

What should

the letters say?

They should say,

"Zuckerman's famous pig."

Yes, sir!

What do you do

at a fair, Wilbur?

Well, you win a prize,

if you're the biggest

and the best.

You think we'll win?

I hope so.

He has to win.

It's the only way

he can save his life.

Pay no attention

to him, Wilbur.

Charlotte, I've just got

to win a prize at the fair.

Don't worry, Wilbur.

It's character that counts,

and you have

a very good character.

You're going with me,

aren't you, Charlotte?

Well, I don't know.

The fair comes

at a bad time for me.

I can't stand going to

the fair without you.

You've got to come.

I really ought

to stay home

and see if I can

get some work done.

Let it go.

What's come over you?

I just can't stand

any more violence.

I could have used

that nourishment.

The time has come

for me to make an egg sac

and fill it with eggs.

I didn't know

you could lay eggs.

Oh, yes. I'm versatile.

Does versatile mean

full of eggs?

Certainly not.

Versatile means

I turn with ease

from one thing

to another.

Why not come

to the fairgrounds

and lay your eggs there?

Oh, Wilbur.

You don't know

the first thing

about egg-laying.

When I get ready

to lay eggs,

I have to lay eggs,

fair or no fair.

Let's leave it this way.

I'll come to

the fair if I can.

There's so much to do

and so little time.

? How very special are we ?

? For just a moment to be ?

? Part of life's eternal rhyme ?

? How very special are we ?

? To have on

our family tree ?

? Mother Earth ?

? And Father Time ?

? He turns

the seasons around ?

? And so

she changes her gown ?

? But they always look ?

? In their prime ?

? They go on dancing

their dance ?

? Of everlasting romance ?

? Mother Earth ?

? And Father Time ?

? The summer larks

return to sing ?

? Oh, what a gift

they give ?

? Then autumn days

grow short and cold ?

? Oh, what a joy to live ?

? How very special are we ?

? For just a moment to be ?

? Part of life's eternal rhyme ?

? How very special are we ?

? To have on

our family tree ?

? Mother Earth ?

? And Father Time ?

Indian summer came,

and the morning

of the fair dawned hot.

Lervy rushed about

and did his chores

in half the time

it usually took.

Homer Zuckerman rushed

through breakfast,

but in the midst of all

the hullabaloo,

Mrs. Zuckerman

stayed calm.

Homer...

I'm going to give that pig

a buttermilk bath.

A what?

My grandmother

bathed her pig

with buttermilk

when it got dirty.

Wilbur's not dirty.

Oh, he's filthy.

I'm cleaning him

with buttermilk.

Edith, you're crazy.

Edith, I've got to

hand it to you.

That pig looks 100 % better.

You just wait till he's dry.

That's a pig

that'll win prizes.

Buttermilk

will do it every time.

Now let's get dressed

and go to the fair.

Oh.

I'll go with you, Wilbur.

It's inconvenient, but...

but somebody

has to go along

who knows how to write.

Thank you, Charlotte.

Come on, Mama!

Here we go!

Hurry up!

Where in the world

do you think you're

going--oing--oing?

To the fair!

Oh, no, you're not.

Get out.

Shoo! Go on.

Out! Out! Out!

Templeton?

Templeton, may I have

a word with you?

Yes?

I think you'd better

come, too, Templeton.

I might need somebody to run

errands and do general work.

I'm staying right here.

I haven't the slightest

interest in fairs.

That's because you've

never been to one.

You can creep out

late at night

and find

a fantastic banquet.

? A fair is a veritable

smorgasbord ?

? Orgasbord,

orgasbord ?

? After the crowds

have ceased ?

? Each night when

the lights go out ?

? It can be found ?

? On the ground

all around ?

? Oh, what a ratly feast ?

Why, a fair has

enough disgusting

left-over food

to satisfy a whole

army of rats.

Is this true?

Is this appetizing yarn

of yours true?

? Will I find melon rinds ?

? And bits of hot dogs ?

? Cookie crumbs and

rotten cotton candy ?

? Melted ice cream,

mustard dripplings ?

? Moldy goodies everywhere ?

? Yes, yes ?

? Lots of popcorn ?

? Apple cores,

banana peels ?

? And soggy sandwiches ?

? And gobs

of gorgeous gook ?

? To gobble at the fair ?

? Yes, yes, yes ?

I like high living.

What you say tempts me.

It's true.

Go to the fair,

Templeton.

You'll find that

it will surpass

your wildest dreams.

You mean tin cans

with particles of tuna fish

sticking to them?

Greasy paper bags

stuffed with rotten eggs?

Yep, yep, yep.

True, true, true.

That's enough.

Don't tell me any more.

I'm going.

? A fair is a veritable

smorgasbord ?

? Orgasbord, orgasbord ?

? After the gates are shut ?

? Each night when

the lights go out ?

? It can be found

on the ground all around ?

? That's where a rat ?

? Can glut, glut, glut, glut ?

Hurry, Templeton.

There's no time

to be lost.

Get into the crate

and hide yourself well.

Can you see me?

Pull in your tail.

Charlotte,

where will you be?

I want you

where I can see you.

I've got to be where

nobody can see me.

Listen to me.

When they open the crate

to put you in, struggle.

Pigs always resist

when they're being loaded.

If I struggle,

I'll get dirty.

Never mind that.

If you were to walk into

the crate without resisting,

Zuckerman would think

there's something

wrong with you.

Struggle if you must,

but kindly remember,

I'm hiding down here,

and I don't want

to be stepped on

or kicked in the face

or crushed or bruised

or lacerated

or scarred or biffed.

Just watch

what you're doing

when they're

shoving you in...

Mr. Radiant.

What a cargo.

That sign ought to say,

"Zuckerman's famous pig

and 2 stowaways."

There he is.

That's some pig.

He's terrific.

He's radiant.

Well, he's clean anyway.

That buttermilk

certainly helped.

Now, if we can just

get him into that crate.

Come on, Rover.

In here.

Avery, you get out of

that crate this minute.

What do you think

you are?

I'm a pig.

Oink, oink, oink.

Well, look here.

This little gander thinks he's

going to the fair, too.

Hold this rascal

till we get down the road.

Exhibitor?

You betcha.

Zuckerman's famous pig.

I hear he's some pig.

He's terrific.

Livestock section

to the right.

That's Zuckerman's

famous pig.

- Ooh.

- Ooh.

Let's get this pig

in the shade.

Well, the judging

isn't till tomorrow.

We might as well

see the sights.

Can I have some money?

I'm going to get

a frozen custard,

a cheeseburger,

and some raspberry soda pop.

Now don't get lost.

And don't get dirty.

Watch out

for pickpockets.

I promise!

Fern, aren't you

going with Avery?

I'll stay with Wilbur a while,

till he feels at home.

We're going to look

at deep freezers

and tractors.

We'll meet you here

when it gets dark.

Yes, Papa.

? There must be

something more to us ?

? Than you and me ?

? Hmm hmm hmm hmm ?

? Hmm hmm

hmm hmm hmm-- ?

Hi, Fern.

I'm Henry.

Henry Fussy?

Where have you been?

Went to see my grandpa.

Know what he did?

Accidentally

stepped on my violin

and broke it

to smithereens.

He sounds nice.

Yeah. We went

fishing everyday,

and we got dirty

and took baths

in the creek

by this old place

he lives in.

We camped out

in a tent

on the top

of this mountain.

I really had a time.

Well, I'm mad with you.

You didn't even tell me

you were going away.

Don't be mad, Fern.

Heard Zuckerman's

famous pig's here.

I came looking for you.

Well, I'm not

Zuckerman's famous pig.

Oh, come on, Fern.

I've got some money

and I came to ask you

if you'd like to ride

on the Ferris wheel.

Gee. I'd love to.

? The something-more

I'm feeling ?

? Must be-- ?

Charlotte?

She didn't even say,

"Good-bye, Wilbur."

How do you like that?

I like it just fine.

I thought Fern loved me.

She does,

and she always will,

but Fern's changed.

She's growing up.

She's suddenly

seeing Henry Fussy

with new eyes.

Nothing terrific about him.

He's not even radiant.

He is to Fern.

Ahh.

Hey!

What's going on

out there?

Is it safe

to venture out yet?

I'd wait until dark,

Templeton.

I'm starved.

Wh-Where are you going?

I want to see

the lay of the land.

What's it look like

from up there?

There's a pig

in the next pen.

He's enormous.

I'll have a closer look.

May I have your name?

No name.

Just call me Uncle.

Are you a spring pig?

Sure. What did you

think I was,

a spring chicken?

That's a good one,

huh, sister?

I've heard funnier ones.

Glad to have met you.

I must be going.

What's he like?

He claims he's a spring pig,

but he's not as

attractive as you are.

He's going to be a hard

pig to beat, though,

but with me helping you,

it can be done.

When are you going

to spin a web?

This afternoon. Late.

If I'm not too tired.

What will it say?

That depends

on Templeton.

As soon as it's dark,

I'll send him

to find a word.

I'm warning you,

Charlotte.

I'm not going to spend

all my time

running errands.

You'll do exactly

as I tell you, Templeton,

because if Wilbur dies,

then you'll die--

of starvation.

What kind of word

would you like, Charlotte?

A good one, Templeton.

A very good one,

since I'll be

writing tonight

for the last time.

What does that mean?

Nothing for you

to worry about

right now, Wilbur.

I've got to have a nap

so I'll be fresh

for work tonight.

Let's all take a nap.

All afternoon,

the pig, the rat,

and the spider rested,

while on the midway,

the Zuckermans

and the Arabels

found something

to interest them.

Oh!

When darkness came,

Charlotte sent Templeton

out on his mission.

Her web

was almost finished

when he returned carrying

the newspaper clipping.

What does it say?

It says "humble".

Humble.

Humble has two meanings.

It means not proud,

and it also means

near the ground.

That's Wilbur all over.

I hope you're satisfied.

I came to this fair

to enjoy myself,

not to deliver papers.

You've been very helpful,

Templeton.

Thank you.

Nobody's going

to get any sleep

around here tonight.

Try, Wilbur.

I want you

looking your best

for the judging

tomorrow.

Will you sing me a song?

Not tonight, Wilbur.

What are you doing

up there, Charlotte?

Oh... making something,

as usual.

Please tell me

what it is.

I'll tell you

in the morning,

when the first light

comes into the sky

and the sparrows stir

and the cows

rattle their chains,

when the rooster crows

and the stars fade,

you'll look up here,

and I'll show you

my masterpiece.

The goose was right.

This fair

is a rat's paradise.

Bye-bye,

my humble Wilbur.

Fare-thee-well, Charlotte,

you old schemer.

This will be

a night to remember!

? A fair is

a veritable smorgasbord ?

? Orgasbord, orgasbord ?

? After the crowd's

have ceased ?

? Each night

when the lights go out ?

? It can be found

on the ground all around ?

? Oh, what a ratly feast ?

? Melon rinds

and bits of hot dogs ?

? Cookie crumbs and ?

? Rotten cotton candy ?

? Melted ice cream,

mustard dripplings ?

? Moldy goodies everywhere ?

? Lots of popcorn ?

? Apple cores,

banana peels and ?

? Soggy sandwiches ?

? And gobs

of gorgeous gook ?

? To gobble at the fair ?

? A fair ?

? Is a veritable smorgasbord ?

? Orgasbord ?

? Orgasbord ?

? After the gates ?

? Are shut ?

? Each night ?

? When the lights go out ?

? It can be found ?

? On the ground ?

All around!

? That's ?

? Where a rat ?

? Can glut ?

? Glut ?

? Glut ?

? Glut ?

Next morning,

when the first light

came into the sky,

Wilbur woke

and looked for Charlotte.

He saw her

up overhead in a corner

near the back of his pen.

Are you awake,

Charlotte?

Yes.

What is that

nifty little thing?

Did you make it?

I did indeed.

It's my egg sac.

My magnum opus.

I don't know what

a magnum opus is.

That's Latin.

It means "great work".

This egg sac

is my great work,

the finest thing

I have ever made.

What's inside it, eggs?

514 of them.

514.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not.

I counted them.

Are you really going

to have 514 children?

If nothing happens, yes.

Of course, they won't show up

till next spring.

What makes you sound

so downhearted?

I should think

you'd be terribly happy.

Don't pay

any attention to me.

I just don't have

any pep anymore.

I think I'm languishing,

to tell you the truth.

What does

"languishing" mean?

Well, it means

I'm slowing up,

feeling my age.

I'm not young

anymore, Wilbur.

It may be that--

I don't want you

to worry about me.

This is your big day.

But, Charlotte--

I'm back.

What a night.

Never have I seen

such leavings.

Everything well-ripened,

seasoned with

the passage of time

and the heat of the day.

Oh, it was rich,

my friends,

rich.

You ought to be

ashamed.

It would serve you right

to have acute indigestion.

My stomach

can handle anything.

Templeton,

if you weren't so dopey,

you'd notice that

Charlotte's made an egg sac.

Hooray for Charlotte.

She's going

to become a mother.

For your information,

there are 514 eggs

in that peachy little sac.

This has been a night.

Oh, look at

Charlotte's web.

Now isn't that just

the word for Wilbur?

You folks

want to see something?

It's Zuckerman's

famous pig.

Look what it says

in the pen.

A miracle!

Uncle Homer!

Uncle Homer!

Uncle Homer!

Avery.

What's the matter, boy?

This pig has won

first prize already.

Oh, no!

Mr. Homer Zuckerman?

That's me.

I'm to escort you

and your famous pig

to the grandstand.

What for?

I don't know,

but we'd better get going.

Goodness--in front

of all those people?

Does my hair

look all right?

It looks fine, Edith.

You didn't even look.

You're all right, Edith.

Just keep calm.

Aren't you going

to crate him?

No. Let him walk

so everybody

can see him.

- Yippee! Yay!

- Hooray!

Ladies and gentlemen,

we now present

Mr. Homer L. Zuckerman

and his distinguished pig.

- Hooray!

- Yay!

The fame

of his unique animal

has spread to the far

corners of the earth,

attracting many

valuable tourists

to our great state.

You will all recall

that day last summer

when the writing

appeared mysteriously

on the spider's web

in Mr. Zuckerman's barn.

This miracle

has never been explained.

All we know is

that we are dealing with

supernatural forces here,

and we should all be

proud and grateful.

In the words

of the spider's web,

this is some pig!

- Hooray!

- Yay!

? He's some pig ?

? Some pig ?

? Some terrific,

radiant, humble pig ?

? He is some pig ?

? Oh, wow,

look at him now ?

? Zuckerman's famous pig ?

? Sooey, what do you see? ?

? The greatest hog

in history ?

? Fine swine,

wish he was mine ?

? What if

he's not so big? ?

? He's some terrific,

radiant, humble ?

? Thing-a-ma-jig

of a fine phenomenon ?

? My land,

isn't he grand? ?

? Zuckerman's famous pig ?

? Golly, you got to agree ?

? He's a real celebrity ?

? Fine swine,

wish he was mine ?

? What if he's not so big? ?

? He's some terrific,

radiant, humble ?

? Thing-a-ma-jig of a pig ?

? The terrific ?

? Radiant ?

? Humble ?

? Humble ?

? Zuckerman's ?

? Zuckerman's ?

? Zuckerman's ?

? Zuckerman's ?

? Zuckerman's ?

? Zuckerman's famous pig ?

- Yay!

- Yay!

On behalf of the governors

of the fair,

I have the honor

of awarding

a special prize of $25

to Mr. Zuckerman.

- Yay!

- Yay!

And this handsome

bronze medal,

suitably engraved,

to this radiant,

this terrific,

this humble pig.

Thank you.

Thank you, everybody.

He's some pig.

And if I have

anything to do with it,

he's going to live

to a ripe old age.

- Hooray!

- Yay!

? Oh, wow,

look at him now ?

? Zuckerman's famous pig ?

? Sooey, what do you see? ?

? The greatest hog

in history ?

? Fine swine,

wish he was mine ?

? What if

he's not so big? ?

? He's some terrific,

radiant, humble ?

? Thing-a-ma-jig of a pig ?

? The terrific,

radiant, humble ?

? Zuckerman's,

Zuckerman's, Zuckerman's ?

? Zuckerman's,

Zuckerman's ?

? Zuckerman's famous pig ?

Zuckerman's pig!

- Yay!

- Yay!

It's a beautiful medal,

Wilbur,

and you deserve it.

Are you all right,

Charlotte?

You don't sound

like yourself.

I'm a little tired, perhaps,

but I feel peaceful.

Your success today was,

to a small degree, my success.

You will live now,

secure and safe.

Why did you do this

for me, Charlotte?

You have been my friend.

That, in itself,

is a tremendous thing.

After all,

what's a life, anyway?

We're born,

we live a little while,

and we die.

A spider's life can't help

being something of a mess

with all this trapping

and eating flies.

By helping you,

perhaps I was trying to

lift up my own life a trifle.

I haven't got your gift

for words, Charlotte,

but you've saved me,

and I would gladly

give my life for you.

I'm sure you would.

Won't it be wonderful

to be back home

in the barn cellar again,

with the sheep

and the geese?

I will not be going

back to the barn.

Not going back?

What are you

talking about?

I'm done for, Wilbur.

In a while, I'll be dead.

I haven't even

strength enough

to climb down

into the crate.

Oh, no!

Oh, come, come now,

Wilbur.

Let's not make a scene.

Chin up, remember?

Everybody loves

a happy face.

I can't stand it.

I won't leave you

alone here to die.

I shall stay, too.

Oh, don't be

ridiculous, Wilbur.

Zuckerman's on his way

here right now.

You'll be going home

in a few minutes.

Charlotte,

w-where's Templeton?

He's sleeping.

There.

Under the straw.

Templeton, pay attention.

What kind of

monkeyshine is this?

Listen, Charlotte has only

a short time to live.

She can't go home with us.

It's absolutely necessary

that I take her egg sac.

You're the only one

that can reach it.

So, it's old Templeton

to the rescue again, is it?

Templeton, hurry up!

So, it's "Hurry up,

Templeton," is it?

And what thanks do I get

for these services?

I'll make you

a solemn promise.

Get Charlotte's

egg sac for me,

and from now on I'll

let you eat first

when Lervy slops me.

You mean that?

Cross my heart.

It's a deal.

Use extreme care!

I don't want

a single egg harmed.

This stuff

sticks to my mouth.

It's worse

than caramel candy.

Charlotte,

your children are safe.

Charlotte?

I'm thinking

of your life, Wilbur.

Nothing can harm you now.

? The autumn days

grow short and cold ?

? It's Christmastime ?

? Again ?

? Then snows of winter

slowly melt ?

? The days grow short,

and then ?

? He turns the seasons ?

? Around ?

? And so ?

? She changes her gown ?

? Mother Earth ?

? And Father Time ?

? How very special ?

? Are we ?

? For just a moment ?

? To be ?

? Part of life's ?

? Eternal ?

? Rhyme ?

Charlotte?

Charlotte?

Charlotte!

Look at Wilbur.

He's got tears

in his eyes.

Probably having

such a good time,

he hates to go home.

He's not sick, is he?

Probably just homesick.

I guess we all are.

And so, Wilbur came home

to his beloved manure pile

in the barn cellar.

Around his neck,

he wore a medal of honor.

In his mouth,

he held a sac

of spider's eggs.

Wilbur no longer worried

about being k*lled,

for he knew that

Mr. Zuckerman would keep him

as long as he lived.

The autumn days

grew shorter.

One evening,

just before Christmas,

snow began falling,

and cold settled

on the world.

All winter Wilbur watched

over Charlotte's egg sac,

as though he were guarding

his own children.

And after many

long days and nights,

the snows melted

and ran away.

The sun grew warmer,

and morning came sooner.

The land was good

and green again.

Everywhere there were

signs of life renewing itself.

Ha ha ha ha.

Hello there.

- Hello.

- Hello.

I'm an old friend

of your mother's.

Are you all right?

Is everything all right?

We're just fine.

Nice place you've got here.

What are you doing

up there?

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Wait a minute.

Where do you think

you're going?

We're going out

into the world

to make webs

for ourselves.

Are all of you going?

You can't all go.

Children!

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Oh.

What are you up to now?

I'm going away.

I can't stand it here.

This place is too full

of memories.

All of Charlotte's children

are gone.

Hello.

There are three

little runts up there

that couldn't fly away.

Salutations.

Salu what?

Salutations.

That's my fancy way

of saying hello.

Are you going to stay?

We're too small to fly.

Chin up.

This is a nice place.

Stay here with me.

Does that mean

we are welcome here?

For as long

as you'll stay.

We like this place,

and we like you.

We must find names

for you.

Why are you trembling?

I'm trembling with joy.

Oh. Then your name is Joy.

What was my mother's

middle initial?

"A."

Then my name is Arania.

Will you just pick out

a sensible name for me?

Nelly?

Oh, I like that very much.

Are you writers?

No, but we will be

when we grow up.

Then write this

in your webs

when you learn.

This hallowed doorway

was once the home

of Charlotte.

She was brilliant,

beautiful,

and loyal to the end.

Her memory

will be treasured forever.

That would take us

a lifetime.

A lifetime.

That's what we have.

Everybody, come see.

Quickly!

Charlotte's daughters,

Joy, Arania, and Nelly.

Salutations.

- Hello!

- Hello!

Welcome to the barn.

We thought well

of your mother.

Wilbur

never forgot Charlotte.

Although he loved

her children

and grandchildren dearly,

none of the new spiders

ever quite took her place

in his heart.

She was in a class

by herself.

It's not often

that someone comes along

who's a true friend

and a good writer.

Charlotte was both.

Oh, wow.

Look at him now ?

? Zuckerman's famous pig ?

Sooey, what do you see?

The greatest hog in history

Fine swine,

wish he was mine

What if he's not so big?

He's some terrific,

radiant, humble

Thing-a-ma-jig of a pig

The terrific,

radiant, humble ?

Zuckerman, Zuckerman,

Zuckerman, Zuckerman

Zuckerman's...

Zuckerman's famous pig

My land, isn't he grand?

Zuckerman's famous pig

Golly, you gotta agree

He's a real celebrity

Fine swine,

wish he was mine

What if he's not so big?

He's some terrific,

radiant, humble

Thing-a-ma-jig of a pig

The terrific, radiant, humble

Zuckerman's...

Zuckerman's...

Zuckerman's...

Zuckerman's...

Zuckerman's famous pig

Zuckerman's pig