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
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