Barry just barely manages to swerve out of the way of the laser fire, but it's a close thing. He's not an experienced pilot, and the DeLorean isn't exactly built for aerial dogfights. The only saving grace is that pigs aren't either.
"Think Barry, what works pigs?" He mumbles to himself. "Wolves! Wolves work on pigs!"
Another cloud flies out of the sky, this one made of winged wolves. Instead of laser eyes, they huff and puff and blow Godzilla-style atomic breath at the pigs.
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Barry just barely manages to swerve out of the way of the laser fire, but it's a close thing. He's not an experienced pilot, and the DeLorean isn't exactly built for aerial dogfights. The only saving grace is that pigs aren't either.
"Think Barry, what works pigs?" He mumbles to himself. "Wolves! Wolves work on pigs!"
Another cloud flies out of the sky, this one made of winged wolves. Instead of laser eyes, they huff and puff and blow Godzilla-style atomic breath at the pigs.