Fifer Pig screams and screams and screams until -- wait for it -- SPLAT! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon, who writhes about with delight upon his overstuffed armchair as a tremendous gout of arterial spray thwacks against the side of the Baycon Brothers' company pick-up. Practical Pig immediately freaks and hustles his tubby frame past the rickety wooden worktable to dive behind a stacked pile of cinderblocks. Fiddler Pig, meanwhile, tarries a bit too long by the tacked-together lumber, and for his trouble -- wait for it -- SPLAT! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Raoul shrieks, flailing himself into a tizzy of joy over the fact that we've gotten so much of it so early in the episode. And as Fiddler Pig's disemboweled guts fan out across the blueprints, Practical Pig cowers and shudders in his hiding place until the snarling racket of fraternal evisceration dies down on the soundtrack. He crawls on all fours to the edge of the cinderblock pile and barely has time to take in the rapidly cooling corpse of his younger brother before the still-unseen Big Bad Wolf leaps upon him from behind, and Practical Pig goes "Wee-wee-wee!" all the way into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!