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More birds! Why is it always birds?

I call them "Yum pockets".

I wonder if Lucy would like these.

They're frowning at me with little evil faces.

One man's stench is another's perfume.

I wouldn't want that in my moustache.

Almost an axe, but not quite.

He looks a little shady.

It's nice to be appreciated.

Good.

Horrible vermin.

They're never really sleeping you know.

You ever see something like that before, Lucy?

I don't want to make him mad.

I used all parts of the pig.

I'd like to complain to the chef. Politely.

What a waste of good pork.

A mere shell of its former glory.

It's bacon-stuffed.

A little duct tape would fix that right up.

Sorry! I'm not peeping, I swear!

Hope no one's been hurt.

Not as good as a cabin in the woods.

That farm just bought the farm.

This pig town's a real cowtown.

Woosh. Went up just like that!

Quarry Lodgings

What are they mining in there?

Quarry Lodgings

He's not MY king.

Not a pig anymore.

We're a team! Yah!

Walking back bacon!

That one looks like he means business.

Happens to the best of us.

A piggie banker.

Countin' all that money must've worn him out.

Not as pretty as you, Lucy.

Gettin' her beauty sleep, eh?

How d'you do?

Must be past his bedtime.

What do-hickeys are you looking for?

That's nice.

Someone's gotta do the farming.

Tuckered after an honest day's work.

She has a fine appreciation for nature.

Sweet dreams.

What are your thoughts on toques?

Sleep tight.

Don't try to sell me no other axes. I ain't interested.

Nighty night.

Can't be all that much mayoring to do 'round here.

Mayor Truffleston