- This little piggy went to market,
this little piggy stayed home,
and this little piggy had roast beef,
and this little piggy had none,
and this little piggy
went pop wee wee wee wee
all the way home.
Oh, Charlie, don't move.
You've got something on your face.
- No I don't.
- Yes you do, it's right there.
Ah, I got your nose!
- No!
- I got your nose!
- Give it back.
- You want it back?
You really want it back, okay.
- Stop, please give it back.
- Okay.
I'm gonna give it back to you.
Here it comes, here comes the nose, pop!
Psych, I got your nose.
- No!
- I am going to eat it.
- Nooooo!
- [Woman] George!
(suspenseful music)
(blade slicing)
- Charlie, what are you doing?
- I got your nose.
(George screams)
(Woman screams)
- It's in my mouth!
(Charlie laughs)
(vomiting)
- I think he cut my nose off!
(Charlie laughs)
- Want it back?
- Yes, yes, please Charlie I do!
- Psych!
(George screams)
- Tastes like chicken.
(heavy breathing)
(suspenseful music)
- Mr. Whiskers what are you doing?
Is that you?
(Charlie mumbling)
(suspenseful music)
- This little piggy went wee
wee wee all the way home.
(George screams)
- Are you okay?
(Man screams)