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Another Piggburg Pigs Fanfic. Just so you know. Quff is an OC I made up for the fanfic. Not a real character on this show.



The sun beat down on NewPork Beach, but for the Wolf Brothers, Huff and Puff, the heat was the least of their worries. They were currently huddled in tattered, oversized coats, shivering with fake coughs.


"Spare a scrap for two poor, lost travelers?" Huff whined, looking up at Rembrant Proudpork with puppy-dog eyes that were entirely too large for his face.

Rembrant sighed, adjusting his monocle. "Oh, you poor souls. Quackers, look at them! We simply must get them to the shelter of NewPork Forest."

Quackers the duck flapped his wings. "Wack! They smell like wet dog and bad intentions, Rembrant!"

"Nonsense, Quackers," Rembrant said, signaling his two truckers. "Load them up, boys! Take them to the forest border."

The two silent truckers hoisted the wolves into the back of the truck. As the engine roared to life and the truck sped off, Huff and Puff dropped the act immediately. They high-fived, their mangy tails wagging.

"Suckers!" Puff cackled. "Once we’re in the forest, we’ll set up the ultimate ambush for those Piggburg Piggs!"

The truck screeched to a halt. The back doors swung open. "End of the line, fellas!" a familiar voice boomed.

Huff and Puff jumped out, grinning—only to have their jaws hit the pavement. They weren't in a lush forest. They were standing in front of the buzzing, grey towers of the NewPork Power Plant.

The trucker pulled off his cap and sunglasses. It was Bo, with Portley and Pighead grinning behind him.

"Surprise!" Bo laughed. "Did you really think we’d fall for the 'homeless wolf' routine again? It’s a classic, but a bit dusty."

"You tricked the tricksters!" Huff roared. "I’ll—"

"You'll what? Watch your step!" Pighead pointed.

Before the wolves could lunge, a massive conveyor belt snagged their oversized coats. "Hey! Let go!" Puff yelled as they were dragged into the sorting machinery. CLANG! WHIRR! A giant mechanical arm scooped them up, stuffed them into a heavy-duty net, and—with a powerful THWACK—launched them like a catapult over the horizon.


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The wolves landed with a thud outside a gnarled, spooky shack. Inside, the air smelled of sulfur and old socks. Their older sister, Quff, stood over a bubbling cauldron, her eyes twitching with magical intensity.

"Back so soon, failures?" Quff hissed, not looking up. "I assume the Forest is ours? No? Let me guess—you got launched by a machine. Again."

"It wasn't our fault, Quff!" Huff protested. "The Piggs—"

"Silence! I have brewed the Formula of Feral Might," she declared, holding up a glowing, neon-green vial. "Drink this, and you will be gods among wolves."

As she ranted, a fly landed on Huff’s nose. He crossed his eyes, grew frustrated, and swung a massive paw.

"Take that, you pest!"

SMASH! His hand hit the vial instead of the fly. The liquid exploded, drenching Huff and Puff in glowing slime.

"You idiots!" Quff shrieked.

But then, the room began to shake. Huff’s muscles swelled until his sleeves burst. Puff’s eyes began to glow a fiery crimson.

"I feel... tingly," Puff said, his voice now a deep bass. He looked at a wooden chair and—ZAP—two beams of red light shot from his eyes, incinerating it.

"Excellent," Quff smirked. "Now, go to NewPork Forest and bring it to me!"

"Forget the forest," Huff said, admiring his new biceps. "We’re bringing the forest to us. In pieces."


Back at the NewPork Beach, Bo was mid-swing with a paddle-ball. "Thirty-two, thirty-three—"

"Bo! Stop!" Rembrant screamed, running toward them. "The wolves! They’ve gone nuclear! They’re tearing up the beach!"

The Piggs dropped their toys and raced to the shore. It was a nightmare. The great bridge was buckling. Dottie and Lorelei were trapped on a crumbling pillar.

"Hold on!" Bo shouted, as he, Portley, and Pighead formed a pig-pile to reach up and pull the girls to safety just as Huff smashed the bridge support with a single punch.

"Going somewhere, bacon-bits?" Huff loomed over them, ten feet tall and snarling. Quff stood behind him, looking triumphant. "Puff, fry them!"

Puff squinted. "I’m trying! The focus is off!" He groaned, straining his eyes. Instead of hitting the Piggs, the heat beams shot out sideways, ricocheting off a metal sign and hitting Huff in the rear.

"OW! Watch it, squinty!" Huff yelled.

"Run!" Lorelei cried, but Quff was too fast. She leaped forward, landing a magical punch that sent the Piggs tumbling. Puff finally managed a freezing breath, coating the ground in ice and trapping the heroes' feet.

"Wait a minute," Huff said, looking at the cowering town. "Quff, why are we giving this to you? We're the ones with the muscles."

"Excuse me?" Quff barked.

"You heard him," Puff added, crossing his arms. "NewPork Beach belongs to the Super Wolves now. Sister, you’re demoted."


Quackers, watching from a nearby palm tree, knew he had to act. He remembered seeing Quff drop a second satchel during the fight. He dove down, snatched it in his beak, and flew to the trapped Piggs.

"Quack! Drink this! It’s the stuff from the lab!" Quackers demanded. "What is this stuff called?" asked Bo. Reading the label Quackers says, "Formula of Feral Might. Or something or other."


"Is it safe?" Portley asked, eyeing the bubbling goo.

"Who cares? Look at Huff's fist!" Bo grabbed the bag. They all took a swig.

The ice around their feet shattered. Bo felt a surge of energy so bright he felt like he was made of sunshine. Dottie and Lorelei sprouted shimmering capes of pure energy.


"It's Pigg Power time!" Bo yelled, lifting off the ground.



As the glowing mist from the formula swirled around the Piggs, the air crackled with static electricity. For a second, everything went silent—then, the transformation hit like a bolt of lightning.

"Whoa! My hooves... they’re glowing!" Bo shouted, looking down at his hands. The Pigs have now found their powers!

The group scrambled to understand their new abilities as the Wolf Brothers loomed over the beach. Each of them had been granted a unique gift by Quff's accidental masterpiece:

Bo Gained the power of Solar Flight and Strength. He trailed a golden wake of light behind him as he hovered. Portley: Developed Earthquake Stomps. Every time he took a step, the ground rumbled with defensive power. Pighead: Discovered Techno-Vision. He could see the structural weaknesses in anything the wolves tried to throw. Dottie: Became a blur of Super Speed. She moved so fast the wind whistled through her ears. Lorelei: Gained Sonic Squeal, a high-pitched frequency that could shatter wolf-made barriers.


"Okay, everyone, stay calm!" Bo yelled, though he was accidentally floating twenty feet in the air. "We just need to... uh... how do I get down?"

"I’ve got you!" Dottie zipped over, but she was moving so fast she overshot him by three miles, ending up at the other end of the bay in a blink. "Coming back! Sorry! Too fast! Way too fast!"

Portley tried to steady himself, but his foot hit the sand with a heavy THUD. A massive shockwave rippled out, knocking over a nearby snack shack. "My bad! My feet weigh a ton!"

"Bo, look out!" Pighead’s eyes flickered like a computer screen. "My eyes are giving me a readout! Huff is winding up for a punch, and his left shoulder has a 90% chance of overextending!"

"I'm on it!" Lorelei took a deep breath. "Everyone cover your ears!"

She let out a piercing note—"REEEEEEE!"—that was so loud it shook the coconuts right off the trees and caused the Wolf Brothers to drop their weapons and clutch their ears in agony.


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"They’re disoriented! Now's our chance!" Bo shouted, finally figuring out how to "steer" his flight by leaning forward. "Piggburg Piggs... ATTACK! Dottie became a pink streak, running circles around the wolves and tying them up with a heavy-duty anchor chain she found on the docks. Portley slammed his hooves down, creating a sand-pit that trapped the wolves' legs. Pighead pointed out the perfect spots to strike for maximum impact. Bo flew down like a golden comet, delivering the final, heroic "Super-Snout" boop to Huff's nose.

The impact caused a bright flash of green light. As the glow faded, the wolves shriveled back to their scrawny selves, looking exhausted and very confused.

"I think I liked being a regular pig better," Portley panted as the formula began to wear off and his feet felt light again. "Being that heavy is hard on the knees."

"But man," Bo said, high-fiving Quackers, "that was a one-of-a-kind ride!"


The Super Wolves were busy arguing over who got to sit in the Mayor’s chair when a golden blur hit them. POW! "What the—?" Huff looked up to see Bo hovering in the air, glowing with power.

"You bullied the wrong beach, boys," Bo said.

The battle was short but spectacular. Dottie used super-speed to tie the wolves' tails together, while Pighead and Portley delivered a double-super-punch that knocked the "Super" right out of them. As the wolves hit the sand, the green glow faded from their bodies, leaving them small, scrawny, and very dizzy.

The Piggs landed as the townspeople cheered. Suddenly, Bo felt a draft. "Uh oh. The power’s fading."

With a series of pops, the Piggs returned to their normal size.

"We did it!" Lorelei hugged Quackers. "And we couldn't have done it without our favorite duck."

Bo smiled at Quackers. "You were right, buddy. You're definitely part of the team. Ready for the next adventure?"

Quackers puffed out his chest. "Wack! Just as long as it doesn't involve any more wolf sisters.




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The green glow hadn't just faded from the Piggs; it had completely evaporated from the Wolf Brothers, leaving them shivering in their shredded, oversized coats on the sand. As the Piggburg Piggs celebrated their victory with a round of root beers at the snack shack, a long, jagged shadow fell over the defeated duo.

Huff and Puff looked up slowly. Quff was standing there, her snout twitching and a single vein throbbing in her forehead. She wasn't giant anymore, but she looked far more terrifying than she had with the superpowers.

"So," she hissed, crossing her arms. "The 'Gods among wolves' are now just 'Sads among sand,' is that it?"

"Now, Quff, sister, dear," Puff squeaked, trying to hide behind a piece of driftwood. "It was the fly! The fly started it!"

"The fly didn't demote me," Quff growled. She reached into her tattered cloak and pulled out two tiny, shimmering pink collars decorated with glittery hearts and bells. "Since you two clearly can't handle being apex predators, I’ve decided you need a hobby that matches your current competence level."

The Punishment: Operation "Pretty Poodles"
Before they could bolt, Quff snapped her fingers. A final remnant of her magical energy surged, and the collars leaped onto their necks with a cheerful jingle-jingle.

The Transformation: In a poof of pink smoke, their mangy fur was suddenly washed, fluffed, and styled into ridiculous, puffy pom-poms around their ankles and tails.

The Task: Quff handed each of them a tiny, lace-trimmed pink parasol and a heavy wicker basket.

The Humiliation: "You two are going to walk the entire length of NewPork Beach," Quff commanded, hopping onto a floating lounge chair. "And you are going to pick up every single piece of litter while singing the 'I’m a Little Teapot' song. In harmony."


As the sun began to set over the ocean, the citizens of NewPork Beach gathered on the boardwalk to witness a truly pathetic sight. Two "ferocious" wolves, looking like prize-winning poodles, waddled through the sand.

"I’m a little teapot, short and stout!" Huff bellowed in a miserable baritone, picking up a discarded candy wrapper with a pair of silver tongs.

"Tip me over and pour me out!" Puff added, his bells jingling as he sobbed quietly, holding his pink parasol high to keep the sun off Quff as she drifted behind them in her floating chair, filing her claws.

Bo leaned against a palm tree, tossing a beach ball to Quackers. "You know, Quackers, I think they actually look better in pink."

"Wack!" Quackers agreed, snapping a photo with a disposable camera. "Definitely goes better with their eyes."

With the beach clean and the wolves thoroughly humbled, the Piggburg Piggs headed home, leaving the sound of jingling bells and off-key singing to fade into the salty night air.