Rufus, a robust wolf with a mischievous grin, hangs up a string of seashell lights while occasionally tossing a coconut overhead. Luna, sleek and poised, arranges pineapples with precise flair, her silver fur shimmering. Milo, the youngest and most exuberant, dances between tasks, his tail wagging furiously as he scatters flower leis. "If I hang these any higher, Luna, you’ll need wings to reach them!" "Just make sure you don’t knock down my pineapple pyramid, Rufus. We’re going for festive, not a fruit avalanche." "Can I start the grill yet? I’ve got the secret recipe for mango-glazed ribs!"

Rufus flips a skewer with a flourish, winking at Luna, who rolls her eyes but smiles. Milo twirls a lei around his neck, mock-hula dancing as tiki torches spark. "Milo, if you dance any harder, you’ll light your tail on fire." "That’s just added drama for the party! Besides, Rufus would put it out with coconut water, right?" "I’m the hero this luau deserves. Now, let’s get the music louder. Our guests will be here any—"

Big Benny, a massive pig in a flowered shirt, leads the charge, knocking over the pineapple pyramid. Petunia, pink and perky with glitter sunglasses, grabs a lei and laughs raucously. Snorty Sam, wheezing, juggles coconuts with surprising skill. "Well, well, wolves! Looks like the real party animals just arrived!" "Hope you don’t mind—we brought our own snacks. And by snacks, I mean you three!" Milo freezes, his smile faltering as the pigs surround them.

Rufus bares his teeth, but Big Benny simply laughs and shoves him toward the grill. Luna darts for an exit but is blocked by Petunia. Milo is hoisted up by two snorting piglets, his paws flailing. "This is not how I imagined our luau ending!" "Time for a pork roast—wolf style!"

Snorty Sam bounces around the fire, singing off-key. Petunia pours punch into coconut shells, toasting her friends. "Let’s hear it for the tastiest luau in history!" Milo gulps, looking at his friends. Rufus tries to wriggle free, but the pigs only tighten the ropes. "I guess we’re the main course. Any last requests?" "Just don’t let Milo do the hula again. It’s embarrassing."

"To us—the smartest animals in the yard!" "Let’s party till sunrise! Who needs wolves anyway?" The camera pulls back, revealing the wolves’ shocked expressions as the pigs feast and celebrate, the backyard transformed into a wild, pig-run luau under the eerie glow of the torches.