"We need to get out of here Joe," she said. "What possible use is there for doing this? We're a herd of big, fat pigs. If we don't make a break for it we're going to end up hanging upside down in a window from a hook."
The other passengers revelled in their barbaric instincts and were too distracted to notice the sinister-looking staff approaching them and seperating them up. Joe and Jess however decided to make a run for it. Racing towards the door, two staff members noticed their movements and chased after. Almost as if it were a greased-pig chase itself, Jess squeezed through the arms of one awaiting man while others went to try and lock the door. The two pigs were too quick however, flying down the ramp and back onto the sandy beach. Back on dry land, they continued to run on into the forest.
"Let them go," one staff member said. "They can be our gift to the hungry locals!"
Jess and Joe stood in the shade, gasping for breath, as the ship began to move. "We did it," she said, delighted.
"What do we do now?" Joe said, standing up straight, the sight of a concerned pig if there ever was one.
As the pair stand deciding their next move, a sound in the bushes suggest they aren't alone.