In the quaint village of Snoutsville, there lived a giant pink pig named Percy who fancied himself as the slickest gangster this side of the trough. With his trusty fedora tilted at a jaunty angle, Percy strutted through the streets, oinking out orders to anyone who dared cross his path. Despite his roly-poly appearance, Percy was convinced he was the boss of the barnyard, and nobody could tell him otherwise.

But Percy's gangster dreams often got him into trouble. One day, he waddled into the local bakery, demanding his "protection fee" of stale bread and day-old pastries. However, instead of cowering in fear, the baker burst into laughter, sending flour flying everywhere. Percy's tough-guy facade crumbled like a poorly constructed pigsty, leaving him red-faced and snout-deep in embarrassment. As he sheepishly scurried out of the bakery, Percy realized that perhaps being a gangster wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Percy got Porked!