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I'm meeting Mr. Squirrel by the big tree.

Barney, you know I don't like you going into the woods.

Nothing good ever happens at the big tree.

You have to stay in the pen with the rest of us.

That's the way the humans want it.

Oh, Mom! If that were true,

they would have fixed this hole in the fence.

Barney! Where do you think you're going, young man?

Get back here!

Mr. Squirrel, I'm here!

Mr. Squirrel?

Mr. Squirrel,

are you playing hide-and-seek?

Okay, ready or not, here I come!

Oh, what's that?

What?

What's going on?

Mommy!

You okay?

: Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

That was weird.

It's past midnight. It's officially your birthday.

Mmm, oh, yes.

Be still, my heart.

Oh, don't be that way, birthday boy.

Come on, you want me to sing you a little song?

Want me to light you a birthday candle

so you can make a special wish?

I already made one.

Really? What is it?

Come on. Aren't you gonna tell me what it is?

No. The longer you keep me awake,

the longer it doesn't come true.

Pretty cool, huh? I had to cut out,

like, 50 pictures of Dad to do it,

but, you know, I really think he's gonna love it.

How often do you get to be the star in your own comic book?

I think it's much cooler

than some boring sweater.

For your information,

Dad actually wanted the sweater for his birthday.

Which reminds me, Mom wanted me to give you this,

so you could wrap it before tonight.

It's what she got you to give Dad.

Ties are boring.

You're right. Ties are kind of boring.

But not as boring as a sweater.

But close.

Are we all out of tissues?

Uh, yeah, there's a box in here.

Mom had to go in to work early,

so I guess I'm driving you to school.

Actually, no. I'm driving you to work.

Mom promised that I could use her car

to go off campus for lunch today,

but since she had to leave early,

uh... consider it an early birthday gift.

Your very own chauffeur- I'll drive you to your office;

I'll pick you up when you're done tonight.

You can even ride in the backseat.

Wait a second.

You know this means that you have to take me

to the comic book store after school, right?

Have to?

Come on, it's Wednesday. Mom always takes me

to the comic book store on Wednesday 'cause that's when

all the new comics come out.

Well, can't it wait until tomorrow?

Hey, you wouldn't want me to get there

after all the cool stuff is gone, would you?

Yeah, you wouldn't want her to get there

after all the cool stuff is gone. Okay. Fine.

We'll go to the comic book store.

But if you're not done in 15 minutes,

Marie and I are leaving you there.

I can think of worse places to live.

Sounds like you're driving.

Yay.

I'm thinking I'm not the only one

the principal wants to see in his office this morning.

Did you hear that? Hear what?

Never mind.

Are either of you familiar with SARC?

Yeah, some kind of animal rights group?

Southwest Animal Rights Coalition.

That girl whose picture you're staring at,

she's been working for them since

she graduated college last year.

Her name's Melissa Treynet, and apparently,

she was doing some kind of undercover work

at the AgroUnited Factory Farm on the outskirts of town,

and now she's gone missing.

No one's heard from her for a week.

SARC thinks that AgroUnited found out what Melissa was up to

and that she may be the victim of foul play.

They want to file a missing persons report,

go to the media, talk about what a big, bad company

AgroUnited is.

Meanwhile, AgroUnited is saying

if something happened to this girl,

it has nothing to do with them. Wait a second.

What does this have to do with the district attorney's office?

AgroUnited employs several hundred people,

and at least up until now,

they've always been good corporate citizens.

The mayor called, asked me to get involved

in figuring out where this girl is,

what might have happened to her,

and maybe help keep all of this out of the papers.

To that end, I have the head of SARC.

And the farm's manager waiting in the conference room.

So... shall we?

Mr. Ruettiger's farm processes pork

on a massive scale.

Last month, my organization was made aware of rumors

that in order to meet their quotas,

AgroUnited was circumventing animal cruelty statutes

and housing livestock

in unsafe and inhumane conditions.

So, yes, we had Melissa apply for work

in the hope that she would get a job,

and then she could document

whatever infractions took place.

And did she find anything? No.

She didn't find anything.

Would you like to know why?

Because there was nothing to find.

Our animals are all treated

very well.

Absolutely everything we do

is up to or exceeds the code. Now...

I am very sorry if you and your people

have a problem with me and mine, but you know what?

We're a business.

We provide jobs for hundreds of people.

We provide a product that 97% of the country actually want.

Now, look...

I feel... very badly

about this young woman,

but rest assured, wherever she is,

whatever happened to her, it had nothing to do with us.

I really don't know how you could be so certain.

Just last year,

one of our operatives was caught by his coworkers

while videotaping at a farm,

and they beat him within an inch of his life.

That has nothing to do with me;

That has nothing to do with my farm.

So you say.

You know what? I'm done here.

Mr. Ruettiger, please... Mr. Devalos, with respect,

there is only so much slander I can take in one day.

If you want to have your people visit my farm,

if you want to talk to my employees,

you feel free--

you don't even have to get a warrant--

but I will not sit here and listen to one more word

of this woman's nonsense.

I do not have the time.

Some of us actually have to work for a living.

I am inclined to want to call a press conference.

I think it is time

to make people aware of Melissa's disappearance,

to make people aware that all is not right

with AgroUnited, and that, in fact,

people may be putting their lives in peril by eating their food.

Don't you think that's a bit premature, Victoria?

For one thing, we can't even be sure

that Melissa was a victim of foul play at this point.

It's not like you were paying her a fortune;

Who's to say she didn't just meet some guy

and take off for parts unknown?

If you hold a press conference

and Melissa pops up

from out of nowhere the next day,

then you and your organization are gonna look awfully foolish.

Let us do our work.

Let us go to the farm, talk to the people there.

If we don't come up with some tangible results

in a couple of days,

then, yeah, by all means, talk to the press.

What do you say, Victoria?

Aaaaa

Oh, yeah. Whew!

We're makin' bacon now.

Thank you.

If the Animal Rights Coalition

really wants to get people to stop eating meat,

they should try bottling that smell.

What's going on? What are you looking at?

Hold the jokes. I think I recognize that pig.

Excuse me?

That pig-- I think I know him.

So, listen, if I'm sticking my nose

somewhere it doesn't belong, just say so,

but am I allowed to ask where and when you first met this pig?