Wandering through the jungle you find a village of evolved pigs wandering through the oinking Shakespearean streets you find a castle, going inside you see…a little pig…a princess? She mutters nervously as she paces. Wherefore is't the crown?…Mama will end Wilba! She sees you and gasps. you unpig! You shall aid Wilba in thy quest to retrieve yon crown o' mama's! She seems quite enthusiastic…and who are you to deny royalty…even if it is a talking pig.