Making a plan

Here's how making a plan goes in *Thomas and Twilight Sparkle's Adventures of Charlotte's Web 2: Wilbur's Great Adventure*.

[We then come back to the barnyard as we see Wilbur's head lying in the fence as Nellie comes down in front of him]

Nellie: Wilbur, you haven't eaten your breakfast.

[Then Templeton's head pops out of it]

Templeton: I don't uhh, see the problem with that. [as he speaks two of his kids pop out of it] Less for him, more for me.

Dusty Crophopper: [sighs] I don't know how you can eat that stuff.

Mrs. Calloway: Rats have a stomach made of scrap iron, they were made to eat rotten foods and slops. Pig are no different.

Pete: You know, I might actually take a taste from it.

Foduck: Pete, are you really gonna do that?

Pete: Yeah man. I mean, I seen them eat this all the time, and I wonder what it tastes like. [sticks out his tongue and tastes the slop but finds it disgusting, sound echoes from the barnyard] Bleah! [sound echoes through the town] Bleah! [sound echoes around Earth] Bleah! [cuts back to the barnyard] Well, that is the worst thing I had ever tasted.

Wilbur: Oh, oh, do you think Cardigan's sleeping alright? What is he's not getting enough slops? And what if his pigpen's too small?

Aranea: I miss him too.

Fluttershy: Yeah, me too.

Grace: As do I.

Mrs. Calloway: Even me, Guys. The way he looked up to us as parents and family, the way he was willing to try to be like Wilbur, and the way he always brought a smile to our faces with his unique way of talking.

Toby: Oh, dear. I wish there was something we could do, to make things better again.

Thomas: Yes indeed. But what? We can't threaten the Hirsch's to return Cardigan.

Keo: Yeah, they purchased Cardigan fair and square, he's *their* property.

George: Hey, Wilbur I've got it! Why don't you just go visit him?

Wilbur: Me? You mean me? Oh, [stutters] but I've never been off the farm before myself. And I don't even know how to get to the Hirsch farm. And, and...

Templeton: You're a big fat chicken.

Female chicken: I've heard that! What, what are you implying? That chicken's are cowards?! Well, that's ridiculous! The chicken is a noble species! The bird of kings! [walks away]

Joy: Yeah, chicken ala king.

Puffer: You know what? She reminded me of that time Mr. Alex made me shunt this brake van, but he spoke in a foreign language.

[cutaway gag plays as we see Puffer coming up to this brake van and bumps it and then it screams]

Brake Van: [shouting in a Japanese language]

Puffer: Umm, sir!

[Then a argument breaks out with the Brake Van talking and Puffer saying "Sir!", till Puffer gives up]

Puffer: Alright, that's it. I'm done. [puffs away]

[cuts back to the film]

Aranea: Don't worry Wilbur, I'm sure Cardigan's alright, he probably likes his new farm, even if he doesn't have his own friends, or his own bed, and is all alone in a strange place.

Rainbow: [face hoofs] Obviously, you're not helping Aranea!

Bash: Yeah, you're only....

Dash: Making it worst!

Ferdinand: That's right!

Aranea: I'm just trying to help here.

Sunil Nevla: Well, you can help by *not* helping!

Wilbur: Oh, I can't take it! I'm his best friend! There's gotta be some way if he's okay. Yeah! [hen then stands upside down]

Joy: What exactly are you doing?

[Then Wilbur falls on his back]

Wilbur: Isn't it obvious? I was thinking, I need a plan. Charlotte always thought better when she's hanging upside down. She says it sends more blood to the brain.

1206: Yes. Yes! That's it! That's it! Ha ha!

Templeton: Trust me, you don't have enough blood.

Lemony: Who asked you, rodent?

Wilbur: [then stands upside down again, and the spiders crawl back and Templeton hugged his kids] Hey that's it! [Lands on his back]

Rodney: Well, what's your plan?

Wilbur: My plan is: "To find a plan"!

Pinkie Pie: (plays fail "wamp, wamp, wamp" on a trombone)

Eddy: That's stupid.

Maggie: Can we just cut to the next scene please?

[It cuts to Wilbur following Gwen and her chicks]

Wilbur: I have it all figured out. We're just going on a little trip to make sure Cardigan is okay. Sounds good right? So, so, my first plan is to find out where the Hirsch Farm is.

Gwen: Well, well, well, you're fortunate to came to me. I was born, born, born, there.

Wilbur: Oh, you we're? Oh, that's wonderful. I'm so lucky.

Gwen: Hm. It was rather day, day, day, for me too.

Wilbur: Can you get me directions?

Gwen: Of course, course, course, course, it's quite simple, simple, simple really. Through, through, the corn field, to the creek, creek, creek, to the woods, woods, woods, till you come to the road. Turn, turn, turn, south by the Berk Conwood tree, tree, tree....

Wilbur: And five, five, five, miles down the road, and there, there, there you are.

Aranea: Wow, sounds kinda complicated.

Emily (tugboat): She's right. And especially if you're going at night time.

Piper: Even more so when you get directions from a stuttering goose.

Wilbur: Oh, not really. It's clear, mostly, sorta, it *is* complicated.

Joy: Which means you've got an increase risk of getting lost, and if you're lost, you'll probably starve, or get hurt, or did I mentioned starve?

Shining Armor: For once, I can actually agree with Joy.

Wilbur: Oh, boy.

Mako: (as Hudson [in his own way]) Well, that's great! That's just freaking great, man! Now, how are we suppose to see Cardigan, with a complicated direction?!

Dolphy: It's no good if we're just gonna stand here, and whine about it Mako! We're tough! And we can just make it there with ease.

Nellie: Wilbur, count me in!

Wilbur: Really?

Nellie: Wouldn't miss it. Right girls?

Aranea: Well, if you two are going, and well, I guess umm....

Joy: We're stuck going along too! Fabulous.

Thomas: And you know what, Wilbur? We'll come too! We all will!

(all engines whistle to indicate they're with Wilbur)

Maggie: What about it, Calloway?

Mrs. Calloway: (sighs) I'll go, but only because I'm worried for Cardigan.

Grace: Count me in.

Yakkity: Us too!

Wilbur: Oh, great!

Eddy: No Way! Forget it, I ain't goin'!

Edd: But Eddy, we can't let Wilbur go on his own! If Wilbur doesn't have anyone to tag along, then he'll be an easy target for predators in the woods! Do you realize how much he's valuing his will to live?!

Eddy: Humph!

Ed: But Eddy, Cardigan!

Eddy: So what? It was bound to happen *anyway*! *[He wrenches the dirt away and gets hit in the face.]* Forget it!

*[Ed sits down and starts to cry.]*

Edd: (walks over to Ed to comfort him) There, there Ed.

Eddy: What's he blubbering about?

Ed: *[weeping]* I miss Cardigan the black sheep!

Edd: Eddy, Cardigan looks up to us! And I'm sure he misses us just as much as *we* do! It's not easy being a black sheep among a flock of White Sheep.

Ed: *[sobbing]* We all want to see Cardigan, Eddy! [continues sobbing]

Eddy: (finally has enough of Ed's sobbing) **ALL RIGHT, ALREADY!!!** Let's go to the Stupid Hirsch Farm.

Ed: *[joyous]* I am the man! Hirsch Farm, Hirsch Farm, Hirsch farm, Hirsch Farm! *[to Edd]* "I learned that trick from Sarah."

Edd: I think you've mentioned that before, Ed.

Ed: Oh, right.

Joy: This should be a rousing success, the blind leading the blind.

Wilbur: You're right, Joy. We need a leader. Someone who knows what he's doing. Someone's who's been off the farm tons of times.

Rarity: Wait, Wilbur, you're not actually considering *him*, are you?!

Russell Ferguson: Well, who else should we have lead? He's the only one who's left the barn several times!

Sunil Nevla: And I might add, that if weren't for his travels to the dump for words; Wilbur wouldn't even *be alive* right now!

Mrs. Calloway: I agree with Sunil on this. Since rats can crawl in places too tight for many other animals he can navigate us easy.

Rarity: (sighs) That is true.

Rusty: Well, let's ask him.