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: [over the phone
] It's a disaster. I have the most terrible rabbit problem. The competition's only days away. You simply have to do something. Wallace
: Certainly, M'um. Wallace
: [Aside, to Gromit
] I think we're about to go up in the world, lad. Wallace
: [Back on phone
] Just stay right where you are, Your Ladyship, and we'll be with you in an...
[hits the control panel and gets dragged up through the ceiling
: Ahhhh! Lady Tottington
: In an hour? But I can't wait an hour. I have a major infestation. Hello? Hello?
] Oh, Gromit! I don't wanna be a giant rabbit! Hutch the Rabbit
: Aww. The bounce has gone from his bungee.
: I'm sorry, Gromit. I know you're doing this for my own good, but the fact is I'm just crackers about cheese. Look, if I must change me ways, at least let me do it my way, with technology.
[Lowers the Mind Manipulation-omatic onto his head
: It's time we tried my latest invention, the Mind Manipulation-omatic. It extracts unwanted thoughts and desires. I haven't tested it yet, but it should be perfectly safe. Just a bit of harmless brain alteration, that's all.
: Burrowing bounders! They must be breeding like... well, rabbits.
Lord Victor Quartermaine
: I know your little secret, Pesto. I know exactly what's going on. Wallace
: Your Lordship... Lord Victor Quartermaine
: Oh, yes. You think you can pilfer my filly, don't you? You think you can con an innocent woman out of her fortune? Wallace
: Who, me? Lord Victor Quartermaine
: Well, I got here first! I've spent a long time reeling in that fluffy-headed bunny-lover, and I'm not about to let some puddle-headed peasant poach her from me. Comprenez?
: Veg bad. Veg bad. Veg bad. Say no to carrots, cabbage and cauliflower.
[Quartermaine's hairpiece has been sucked up in the Bunvacc
] Lord Victor Quartermaine
: I want...
] Lord Victor Quartermaine
: ... toupée, please. Wallace
: Oh, grand. We take cheques or cash. Lord Victor Quartermaine
: Toupée, you idiot! My hair is in your machine. Wallace
: Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there. The hare, I think you'll find, is a much larger mammal.
[Wallace is holding a carrot and has fluffy rabbit-ears
: [to Gromit
] What's up, Dog?
: It's a veritable vegetable paradise!
Lord Victor Quartermaine
: How on earth would those tiny-minded buffoons ever catch such a big rabbit? Lady Tottington
: Mr. Wallace? Wallace
: Um... with a big trap!
[Gromit slaps his face
] Mr. Crock
: By Jove, he... he's got it!
: Oh ho ho, cracking job, Gromit!
: [Falling down bed into hole
] I'm in the mood for food!
[Wallace gets stuck in the hole
: Uh, Gromit old pal, it happened again. I'll need assistance.
[Gromit slowly walks towards a switch cleverly marked "assistance" and pulls it. Camera then shows that a giant hammer comes out of Wallace's wardrobe and hits Wallace on the head
: [tugging on his rabbit ears
] I can't answer the door! Not like this! Hutch the Rabbit
: [going up the stairs
] Charming! I'm Wallace. Wallace
: Ah! I already am!
: [referring to vegetables
] Oh, lovely food! For rabbits that is!
: [showing the rabbit-sucking machine to Lady Tottington
] Aah, the old BV6000, Ma'am, err... capable of 125 rpm - that's "rabbits per minute".
: [strapped into the Mind Manipulation-omatic
] . Their tiny bunny brains are being saturated in my veg-free mind waves.
: Ah, love, Gromit. That's the biggest trap of all. The tender trap, they call it. And that's how we'll capture this thing. A lovely lady rabbit. How could any hot-blooded rabbit beast resist?
[Gromit is manipulating a large female rabbit puppet to lure the Were-Rabbit
: Oh, come on, Gromit. A bit more, you know... alluring.
[Gromit vamps it up
: Oho, very cheeky.
: Oh, Gromit. We've created a monster. Hutch is the beast. The lunar panels! They must've ovestimulated his primitive bunny nature. And now when the moon is out, he undergoes a hideous transformation.
[Suddenly Hutch starts twitching and growling until... he lets out a loud belch
: This is absolutely... fantastic! Sure, we've created a veg-ravaging monster, but we have also captured it, just like we promised Lady Tottington.
: And slow down, for pity's sake! You'll buckle me trunnions!
: [as the BunVac 6000 labours
] Sounds like a really big brute, this one. Give it some more welly.
: [Entering through the gates of Tottington Hall
] Ho-ho! Very classy
: Full suction.
: Yer dog's waiting. Wallace
: Aye, I'd better see to him. The bounce has gone from his bungee.
: Won't you come in? We were just about to have some cheese. Wendolene
: Oh no, not cheese. Sorry. Brings me out in a rash. Can't stand the stuff. Wallace
] Not even Wensleydale?
: What's wrong with Wensleydale? Talking of which, all the more for us. And not a sheep to worry us.
[Lifts the cover of the cheese tray to discover Shaun eating the cheese
: Get off me cheese! Get off! Get o... Gromit? Gromit! Go for 'im! Oh!
[to Gromit, after he escapes from jail with the help of Wallace and the sheep
: I suppose you'll have to skip the country, now. A fugitive, ay? You'll be hunted down like... well, a dog.
: I'm sorry about this. Wallace
: For what? Wendolene Ramsbottom
: Nothing. Just stay away from me, from my shop, and my silly, silly windows.
: He's malfunctioning. Wallace
: Mal what? Wendolene Ramsbottom
: Malfunctioning. Preston is a cyberdog. Wallace
: Cyber what? Wendolene Ramsbottom
: A robot. Daddy created him for good, but he's turned out evil.
: Have you been peckish during the night? Only, someone's been at me cheese.
: Is this place yours? Wendolene Ramsbottom
: Mm-hmm. My father left it to me. Along with his debts, and a few other things.
[the sheep have climbed on top of Wallace in order to help Gromit escape from prison
: [as they pull Gromit to safety
] Oh, brilliant teamwork, lads! Wallace
: [he slips on a bar of soap randomly lying about on the pavement and they all come crashing down
: [seeing Preston operate a replica of Wallace's Wash-O-Matic
] Where'd you get that from? That's MY machine! I've got patent pending on that!
: Cracking toast, Gromit!
: Ah, well, it's no use prevaricating about the bush...
: They're techno-trousers, ex-NASA, fantastic for walkies!
: It's the wrong trousers Gromit, and they've gone wrong!
: Ah, but I do like a bit of gorgonzola!
: [of the trapdoor that slid him out of bed onto the kitchen chair
] Well, that went as well as could be expected, didn't it, hmm? Though I might have to make a small adjustment to the drop, a touch painful on reentry.
: No more lodgers - more trouble than they're worth!
: [as he goes flying around the room
] Don't worry, Gromit! Everything's under control!
: [upon falling into the techno-trousers
] It's the wrong trousers! The wrong trousers!
[sees controls on trousers missing
: What have you done with the controls, Gromit?
[Wallace has fallen into the techno-trousers and, thanks to Feathers McGraw controlling them, sent Wallace rampaging about town before returning him home to bed, tired
: A good doze, that's what I need. Get me strength back. What a... What a shocking calam... calam... calamity...
[falls asleep, snoring
[Wallace and Gromit enter the zoo
: Crikey O'Reilly, Gromit. It's a jungle in here.
: I wonder who does their windows?
: Anything planned for today, Gromit?
[Gromit points to the calendar, the date today showing it's Archie's birthday
: Oh, is it his birthday already? Oh, champion! That means a trip to the zoo. Er, did you remember to get him a little something-or-other?
[Gromit puts on the table a wrapped-up fish
: Oh, my word, yes, Archie'll love that. Much fresher than "tinned".
[shows off a picture of Archie, who is a polar bear
: Just the thing for a growing polar bear. He's lucky to have us as sponsors.
: The zoo's gone ex-directory? This is most irregular.
: [seeing Feathers McGraw holding Archie on a leash
] Release that bear cub at once, Feathers McGraw, or I'll set me dog on you!
: There's something pretty fishy going on here, lad, and it's not just Archie's birthday present.
: [seeing Feathers holding Archie hostage
] Feathers McGraw? But he's supposed to be doing porridge in the Penguin House!
: No cheese, Gromit! Not a bit in the house!
: Gromit, that's it! Cheese! We'll go somewhere where there's cheese!
[Looks at "Cheese Holidays" magazine, then out window
: Everybody knows the moon is made of cheese...
[a machine malfunctions
: Well, what's wrong with this stupid...?
[it breaks down
: [stunned slightly
[eating the moon
: It's like no cheese I've ever tasted...
[Wallace and Gromit are on their spaceship, about to leave Earth
: No crackers Gromit! We've forgotten the crackers!
[Wallace and Gromit are in the baker's van
: How's that breakfast coming on?
[Gromit presses a button on the car radio and a slice of cremated toast pops out from the cassette slot
: Well done, lad.
[looks at the burnt toast
: *Very* well done.
: But Piella, you're the Bake-O-Lite girl! Piella Bakewell
: *Was* the Bake-O-Lite girl. I ate too much, you see. Wallace
: Oh, really? Piella Bakewell
: I couldn't ride the balloon anymore. Wallace
: Oh dear. Piella Bakewell
: So they dropped me. Wallace
: What a blow. Ooh! Piella Bakewell
: ME! A curse on bakers and their loathsome confections!
: Farewell, my angel cake. You'll always be my Bake-O-Lite Girl.
: Have you lost your mind, Wallace? Wallace
: Er, I'm not sure to be honest.