Peppa Pig--Nighttime Fun

Here’s the thing: I’m going to admit right now that I’m not at all in the intended age group for the TV show Peppa Pig. However, I’m still in love with it—the calming voices and fun stories are, well, pleasant. It’s a thing I sometimes watch on Nick JR when I’m about to go to bed and too tired to focus on anything with real plot points.

I’m actually documenting this incident, not as a warning or a deterrent, but in hopes that maybe someone has what I’ve seen. I want to watch it again. I want to show it to people. I’m sure most people posting something like this would be whining about how they never want anyone else to go through what they did, but I honestly just want a hard copy. This is what I remember from the incident:

One night, I was sitting up in bed on my phone while listening to the TV (as I usually do), and I heard a voice say that a new episode of Peppa Pig was going to come on. It seemed like a weird time for a new episode of a kids’ show to air (It was about 8pm), but who was I to judge? I was excited, since I’d binged most of the show on YouTube and was running low on episodes. This was going to be nice to relax to, or so I assumed.

I put my phone aside, glancing up at the TV in anticipation. The regular Nick JR logo played, followed by the normal intro. Nothing was out of place. No weird colors or lack of sounds—like, I’ve read a lot of stories about episodes of things “being corrupted” or whatever, and I wouldn’t have expected any of that from this.

After a few moments of darkness, the title of the episode came on the screen. “Nighttime Fun”. It wasn’t anything too troubling. There had been episodes about Peppa and George learning about what night time was before. I was curious where they were going to take this one. The title was in front of the Pig house at night time. As the text faded, the camera zoomed inside Peppa and George’s bedroom.

The two children were getting ready for bed—Peppa was brushing her teeth and George was tucking Mr Dinosaur in and pretending to read him a story. The narrator stated what was obviously happening, as he does most of the time.

“George,” Peppa said, sounding a bit annoyed, “You don’t even know how to read, put that down.” Again, nothing out of the ordinary. She usually told her little brother what to do when her parents weren’t around. “Mummy Pig isn’t going to be able to read it to us if you’re playing with it.”

George Pig frowned slightly, but put the book down on the counter by their bunk bed before getting into the bottom bunk with Mr Dinosaur. “Story,” he said in an excited voice.

“George likes stories,” said the narrator.

Peppa finished brushing her teeth before making her way to the top bunk with her best friend, Teddy. She sang a simple song about bed time. Something like:

“Time to sleep

Time to dream

Time to rest

Bedtime is the time I like best”

Some time passes, and the two siblings are just sitting there, waiting for their mother to come upstairs and read them a story. More time passes, and they’re still just waiting. More time passes, and--

A yell comes from downstairs. Mummy Pig sounds distressed about something. I don’t think I’d ever heard anyone sound quite like that in the show before, but I could be wrong.

“Uh oh,” says the narrator, “Mummy Pig sounds upset.” His voice was as calm as it always was, as if this was how the story was meant to happen.

“Mummy?” Peppa sat upright in her bed, a worried expression on her face.

More yelling comes from downstairs. This time, Daddy Pig’s voice can be heard. He’s using words that he would have never used around the children.

Peppa, being the oldest sibling, decided that it was her job to go see what was going on. “Don’t worry, George,” she said as she looked up to her brother, “I’ll go check on Mummy and Daddy. You stay here with Mr Dinosaur until I get back.”

“Dinosaur,” George replied, hugging his plush friend close and getting under the covers.

“George loves Mr Dinosaur,” stated the narrator, as if children wouldn’t have picked up on this already.

Peppa grabbed her plush friend Teddy as she got out of bed, slipping on her slippers. “I’ll be right back, George,” she said. She made her way to the bedroom door, opening it gently. Maybe, if she stood in just the right place, she could hear what was going on without having to leave George on his own—but that didn’t seem very likely. Anywhere she leaned, anywhere she listened, both voices were just too muffled to hear clearly. Clearly upset, Peppa left the safety of her bedroom and crept downstairs.

“Daddy Pig, the children are going to wake!” Mummy Pig’s voice came from the kitchen. It sounded like a few things broke as they hit the floor.

“It’s always about the children with you!” Daddy Pig sounded aggravated. The camera went from Peppa’s view to the inside of the kitchen.

The kitchen was almost as it was normally, except for a few dishes being on the floor and broken. There were a couple of smudges of red on the floor next to them, and Mummy Pig looked like she may have been cut by something on her face. The narrator, surprisingly, stays quiet during this scene.

“Daddy, please, you don’t need to make a scene,” Mummy Pig said in a calming tone. She pushed herself up from the floor, cautiously making her way towards her loving husband. “It’s just a couple of dishes, we can get some more from the shop in the morning.”

“It’s not just about the bloody dishes!” Daddy Pig yelled, grabbing a cup that was near him and throwing it towards Mummy Pig. “It’s everything! You always mess everything up and you tell the kids that it was my fault! Do you know what they think of me?” He glared, his eyes full of hatred, “They don’t think I can do anything by myself! The slightest bit of trouble, and it’s ‘Mummy Pig can fix it’--I’m sick of it!”

“Daddy Pig seems upset about something,” Stated the narrator, as if this was a normal occurrence.

“Well, you do mess up sometimes,” Mummy Pig said, still trying to keep her voice as calming as possible. She knew that if she yelled back, the whole situation would be worse. “Like that time that you forgot to put up the photo when I--”

“I didn’t forget,” Daddy Pig grumbled. “Spent all day on that thing.”

“And yet, when I come home--”

“Don’t you DARE take their side!” Daddy Pig hit Mummy Pig, unaware that their daughter was watching from the living room. “You have no idea what happened that day! What we went through to make sure you weren’t mad when you got home!”

Mummy Pig looked at Daddy Pig shocked. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t gather her words together.

“Admit it.” Daddy said with spite as he leaned in closer to Mummy, “You think I’m a bumbling idiot as well, don’t you, Mummy Pig?”

The camera moved from the kitchen back to Peppa, who was quietly crying. She turned around, realizing that she had to do something but not knowing what she could do. She was so young, and Daddy Pig was so large. He could have easily taken her down if she tried to do anything to stop him on her own.

She then sees the telephone, and runs as fast as she can to it, picking it up and calling Miss Rabbit on the emergency hot-line. Quietly, Peppa tries to explain what was happening. “Miss Rabbit, I think Mummy and Daddy are having a bit of a spat...” She held the phone up so that Miss Rabbit could hear the yelling from the other room. “Could you come help calm them down, please?”

“I’ll be right over, Peppa, you and George stay safe.” Miss Rabbit hung up the phone, leaving Peppa with nothing to do but the same.

After hanging up the phone, Peppa made her way quietly back upstairs. She frowned slightly, seeing that George was still under his blankets. “Don’t worry, George,” Peppa said as she made her way closer to her little brother, sitting by his side. “Miss Rabbit is going to make sure everything is okay. Mummy and Daddy are having a bit of a spat.”

Some moments pass, and blue and red flashing lights can be seen coming from outside. The camera moves from out of the room back to the kitchen, where Mummy and Daddy Pig are alerted to the doorbell.

“Now you’ve done it, Daddy Pig,” Mummy attempted to make her way towards the door, but Daddy Pig jumped on her, knocking her over.

“Hello?” Miss Rabbit had made her way into the house, and was trying to find the spatting couple. “Daddy Pig? Mummy Pig? I received a complaint about some noise?” She made her way into the kitchen cautiously, and frowned when she saw Daddy holding Mummy down. “Oh dear,” she said, “It’s a lot worse than I thought…...”

“Don’t you dare say anything,” Daddy Pig said as he got off of Mummy, another glare in his eyes.

“She doesn’t have to,” Miss Rabbit made her way towards Daddy Pig with a pair of handcuffs. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you in for some questioning, Daddy Pig...”

“Isn’t that a bit extreme?” Mummy Pig looked genuinely concerned. It was like she had completely forgotten how badly he had been treating her just a few minutes earlier. “He was just a bit angry about the dishes not being clean...”

“It’s just questioning,” Miss Rabbit said as she handcuffed Daddy Pig, beginning to lead him out of the kitchen. “If anything comes out of it, it’s his own fault. You two really should watch how you act around the children.” Not long after saying this, she lead Daddy Pig out of the house and into her police car, driving away.

Some time passes, and the camera is back in Peppa and George’s room. Mummy Pig has just finished reading the two of them a story, her voice a little shaken up. She was obviously trying to hide any emotions about what had happened earlier that night.

“Mummy? What’s happened to Daddy?” Peppa asks.

“Sometimes,” Mummy said in a melancholy voice, “Daddies need to go stay the night at a.” She searched for a better way to say what she wanted to say, “A Daddy hotel. Daddies get so overworked and stressed that they just need to be taken to a place they can relax and watch the telly.”

“But daddy pig doesn’t work at all!” Peppa said. “And he’s always watching the telly!”

Everyone began to laugh, as they did at the end of every episode, and the credits ran.