Good night, sleep tight.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Not until you're...
ripe.
We did it, Hansel.
We found the perfect family.
And she's so pretty.
I love her so much.
How come is the closet full of children's shoes?
Eh... Kids are always losing things.
That one has a foot in it.
A little foot leg.
Don't worry about it.
It's fine.
My plan worked perfect and everything's fine.
If you say so.
Good night.
Wakey wakey.
Foody-oot. Food, food.
Nom nom nom nom.
-Yay! -Food!
Mmm. Yes. Eat up, little piggies, eat up!
Those ham hocks ain't gonna fatten themselves.
Digesting so much food took a lot of energy.
After a while this left very little energy for Hansel and Gretel's brains.
That was when Mrs. Baker decided...
...they were ripe.
Oh, Hansel.
Is that you, food?
I need your help in the kitchen, honey pie.
Okay.
-There's food there, right? -Uh-huh. Yeah.
Be a lamb and get in the oven
and tell me when it's hot enough to bake you and your sister, will you?
There's a widdle boofy-woops.
How will I know when it's hot enough?
You'll die.
Oh.
-Hey. -Yes?
If I'm dead, how will I tell you it's hot enough?
-I'll smell you cooking.
M'kay.
Whew, boy, whew.
Wow. Something smells delicious.
Huh.
It's me that smells delicious.
Oh, it's just you, pocket pork chop.
Wait a second.
Dying is bad!
No! Hot, hot, hot, hot!
Ow!
How are you doing in there, my widdle dumpwing?
Uh-- Uh, just fine. Nearly done now.
I don't smell you yet!
-Hansel hardly had any brainpower left.
But he had just enough to trick Mrs. Baker
into opening the oven door.
There it is.
My dear little piggie.
Oink, oink.
Huh?
Heads up! Ha! Get baked!
No! No!
You ungrateful little swine!
Gretel, wake up! We have to go!
Food?
-She tried to cook me! We have to go! -Wait. What's going on?
Oven... doors... don't... lock!
Sweeties!
Hansel?
Hansel!
Do you really want to know when your parents stopped loving you?
The answer is quite simple.
Obvious, really.
They never loved you. Never. Never. Never.
You know it's true.
Ah! Ha-ha!
Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom!
Eat this!
Oh! Agh! Whoa!
Agh!
Um, maybe she's okay?
-Uh... -Maybe she's okay.
Oh, she is not okay.