UPDATE: More Than A Huff And A Puff

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Here is the updated version with pictures. Any comments for improvement will be appreciated.

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Background: In this cross-over fanfic the world of the three little pigs collides with that of Little Red Riding Hood and more.

Disclaimer: The usual.



New Vocabulary: “Piggels” = pigs


Wolf wondered how to get at the pork inside the straw house. One look at him and the three pig-siblings had fled indoors. He tried a huff, but, being an asthmatic, his efforts had no effect on the house.

Joker, considering how to upset Batman’s world, was passing by and saw Wolf’s distress. “You sorry looking mongrel, what’s your problem?” he asked.

“I’m hankering after pork sausages, but can’t get at the piggels within,” groaned Wolf, pointing at the house.

Joker thought for a time then said, “Use a bulldozer to flatten the house. You’ll have plenty of sausage meat then, my friend.”

Soon after, Wolf, sitting on a bulldozer, revved its engine to terrify the pigs. “I’m coming to get you,” he hissed, with Rambo macho. “I’m going to make mince meat out of you!”

The bulldozer lurched towards the house, Wolf laughing hysterically, for dinner would soon be in sight. Suddenly, Superman appeared and stopped the bulldozer with one hand.

“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “With my x-ray vision I know what’s inside the house and what you’re planning to do.” Speaking to the pigs, he said, “Be on your way and, next time, make your house more secure.”

“No, no, no!” shouted Wolf, watching his dinner on the hoof escaping down the road.

When Wolf met the pigs again they were living in a house of sticks. Good living had made them more rotund while Wolf had grown leaner. Wolf licked his lips in anticipation. But first he had to get at the porkers who, predictably, had fled indoors.

He tried a puff and a huff but the house remained standing. Wheezing, Wolf sat on the grass and burst into tears, his paws covering his face.

“Why, Wolf, what’s happened?” a voice asked.

Looking up, Wolf’s tears ebbed. “Puzzler! I’ve a hankering for roast pork and no way to get at the piggels,” he squealed, pointing at the house.

“Batman’s not on my tail, so I’ve time to help you,” Puzzler replied. He pondered the conundrum for awhile then declared “I’ve got it! Listen you sook, I’ll only tell you once. In the iron monger’s it lives and makes a meal out of anything combustible.”

Puzzler slapped Wolf on the back. “Figure that out and you’ll have roast pork.”

Wolf put two and two together and returned with a fiery torch. He was about to set the house alight when Superman appeared and snuffed out the flame.

“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “With my x-ray vision I know what’s inside the house and what you’re planning to do.” Speaking to the pigs, he said, “Be on your way and make your next house more secure.”

“No, no, no!” shouted Wolf, watching his dinner roar down the road in an automobile.

When Wolf met the pigs again they were living in a brick house complete with heated swimming pool. Predictably, the pigs fled indoors leaving a frustrated wolf to howl.

Meanwhile, Penguin, holding a balloon, was descending rapidly to earth. “Wolf, what’s wrong? I’ve given Batman the slip, so I’ve time to help.”

“I’m hankering after smoked pork, but the piggels are indoors,” Wolf said, pointing at the house.

“You can’t blow this one down,” Penguin commented. “But pigs like to keep warm. See the smoke coming out of the chimney? Bung it full of moist grass. The smoke filling the house will give you smoked pork.”

Wolf was carrying out the plan, laughing hysterically, when Superman appeared.

“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “I’ve had enough of you.” Grabbing Wolf by a leg, Superman spun him in the air then let him go.

“No, no, no!” shouted the flying wolf as he hurtled through the air, while down below his dinner waved him goodbye.

Wolf landed on his head in a dense forest. He found a path and followed an old woman and a little girl in a bright shiny red cloak all the way home.

Granny, spotting the canine, yelled, “Wolf!” and Red Riding Hood yelled, “Save us!” Rushing indoors, they left Wolf to collapse exhausted upon the ground.

A woodsman jumped out of the forest. “Did someone say ‘wolf’?” he asked, and spotting the canine, rushed to him, axe ready to deliver the fatal blow.

“Is this the end?” Wolf moaned. A wolf’s life was grim in Fairy Land.

Suddenly, Superman appeared. “Woodsman, he wasn’t supposed to land here.”

“Like the last one?” Red Riding Hood asked, running up.

“I’ve had a sore shoulder,” Superman apologised, “and didn’t fling him far enough.”

“Poor dear,” Granny said, standing next to him.

“Thank you, Granny,” Superman said.

“I wasn’t speaking to you,” Granny replied. “Look at that lump on Wolf’s head.”

“Can we keep Wolf, Granny?” the girl asked.

“No, you can’t, you misled girl. Remember that last wolf?” the woodsman said.

Granny patted Wolf. “He’s not like that one.”

“He’s a big sook,” the girl said.

“I'll become a vegetarian if needs be,” Wolf said desparately. “I can be anything you want me to be. Just don’t ask me to be a wolf. I’m no good at playing that role.”

“Of course you can stay,” Granny cried.

“But, be warned,” the woodsman cautioned, swinging his axe.

“It’s your lucky day, Wolf,” Superman said, flying off.

After a good bath, Wolf curled up on the veranda and ate a pork pie Granny had given him. “Home at last,” he purred to himself.