Percival the Pig huddled in his bamboo cage, eyes darting from the wolf’s toothy grin to the crowd’s rhythmic stomping. Wolfgang the Wolf stood atop a palm-frond stage, swirling a coconut drink and tossing out boasts like confetti. "Tonight, we feast like kings—and you, my tender friend, shall be the crown jewel!" Petunia, Porky, and Pip, Percival’s family, watched from the tree line, faces painted with determination and streaks of mud for camouflage.

"Ready, Pip? Porky, on my signal!" A coconut whistles through the air, knocking a platter from the wolf’s paw and scattering food everywhere. The crowd gasps; Petunia darts from hiding, her siblings in tow, working fast to jimmy the cage lock. "Hurry—before he notices!"

"Stop them! My supper’s escaping!" "Run, Percy, run!" The pigs weave through the crowd, dodging grasping paws and flung pineapples, finally bursting through a wall of banana leaves into freedom. Relief floods their faces as they collapse, panting, under a cluster of palms.

"Why should wolves have all the fun?" The pigs pounce, seizing Wolfgang in a whirlwind of hooves and snouts. They drag him to their own clearing, stringing up tiki lights and assembling a makeshift roasting spit.

"Ah, pigs, at last you recognize true sophistication. I do love a good pampering." "You’ll feel lighter soon, Wolfgang. You might say... dinner-ready!" Wolfgang’s expression flickers from smugness to uncertainty as Petunia sharpens a skewer. He glances down at his bare, pink skin and the pile of shaved fur, finally sensing danger. "Wait—what’s with the seasoning? Why am I wearing an apple in my mouth?" Porky and Pip exchange wicked grins, swirling aromatic herbs over him.

"You can’t do this! I’m the host!" "Turns out, Wolfgang, tonight you’re the main course. Enjoy the luau—our way." Percival, emboldened by his rescue, leads a toast with a coconut shell, the family reveling in their triumph. The scene closes with the pigs united, Wolfgang’s fate sealed, and darkly comic victory dancing beneath the torch-lit canopy.