Wallace & Gromit In The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit Page #2

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Amen.

The harvest offering

to bind the deal.

We plow the fields

and scatter the good seed on...

He sends the snow in winter...

All good gifts around us

Are sent from...

Heavens above.

Hello?

Hello? Is anybody there?

Mrs. Mulch?

Please, come forward,

whoever you are.

There's no need to be afraid.

You're hungry.

Then please, take what you like.

It is for the needy, after all.

No! No! No! No!

Mercy!

Morning, Gromit.

A pest-free night per... chance?

Lummy day.

- It's a disaster.

- Me garden's ruined.

- It's a disaster.

- Me garden's ruined.

- It's carnage out there.

- Where were Anti-Pesto?

Simmer down.

Simmer down, now.

Right. One at a time, if ya please.

We pay good money

for our crop protection.

If ya can't deliver the goods,

maybe you should keep your traps shut.

I never saw such cauliflower carnage.

Worse than the

Great Slug Blight of '32,

when there were slugs

the size of pigs.

Growbag's right. The slugs are back!

The slugs are back!

That's enough! That's enough!

Look, this flippin'

vegetable competition

- causes nothin' but trouble every year.

- Here we go.

- If ya ask me...

- Get on with ya!

Know what? I'll tell ya.

If ya ask me, this was arson.

- Arson?

- Aye!

Someone arsin' around.

That's right.

One of you lot. A man.

- This was no man.

- What are you saying?

Does a man have teeth

the size of axe blades?

Or ears like terrible tombstones?

By tampering with nature,

forcing vegetables to swell

far beyond their natural size,

we have brought a terrible judgment

upon ourselves.

Hey! Give over!

You're mental.

And for our sins,

a hideous creature

has been sent to punish us all!

Repent! Repent!

Lest you too, taste the wrath of...

...the Were-Rabbit!

This is terrible!

What's going to happen to us?

- Doomed!

- Who's going to help us?

- What's to become of the show?

- We live for that competition.

- Get off me.

- We're simple folk. It's all we have.

- Who will save us?

- Get... Hey!

A Were-Rabbit?

Oh, come, come, now.

I do believe the vicar's been

to the communion wine again.

What we are dealing with here

is no supernatural rabbit.

It's a big fellow, perhaps.

But a mortal creature

of flesh and blood.

A matter easily dealt with

by a hunter.

Guns will not be necessary,

thank you, Victor.

Hasn't there been enough destruction?

I believe the killing

of fluffy creatures

is never justified.

I say we give Anti-Pesto

a second chance.

What? How on earth would

those tiny-minded buffoons

ever catch such a big rabbit?

Mr. Wallace?

Well...

With a big trap.

By Jove. He's... He's got it!

- Genius!

- Genius!

- Brilliant.

- What a great idea!

Clever.

You see, Victor,

there's hope for the vegetables yet.

Not the ones I'm looking at.

That's me boys!

Love, Gromit.

That's the biggest trap of all.

The "tender trap," they call it.

And that's what we'll use

to catch this thing.

Yes, lad, a lovely lady rabbit.

How could any

hot-blooded rabbit-beast resist?

Oh, come on, Gromit.

A bit more, you know, alluring.

Very cheeky.

That's more like it, lad.

How can we possibly fail now?

You're a total knockout.

Stick around, lad.

Should fix back on quite easily.

Nighty-night, me lovelies.

Think big now.

No!

Don't worry. No. No.

Well, I'm very sorry, Mrs. Mulch.

We'll get there as soon as we can.

Mr. Dibber. Oh, yes.

Can I call you back? Mrs. Girdling.

- A tunnel you say?

- What do you intend to do about this?

I'll look into it.

So where did you get to, lad?

I thought I told you to stay put.

It's gone mad around here.

I thought we were

supposed to be a team.

How are we ever

gonna catch this thing

if you go gallivanting off

on your own all the time?

You're doing it again!

Where are you going now?

Gromit!

Grommy!

Really, lad.

You do realize I've made

a personal promise to Lady Tottington.

How is this sort of

behavior going to get us

any nearer to finding

a rabbit-mon... ster?

Hutch.

Oh, Gromit.

We've created a monster.

Hutch is the beast.

The lunar panels.

They must've over-stimulated

Hutch's primitive bunny nature.

And now, when the moon appears,

he undergoes

a hideous transformation.

Oh, Gromit.

This is absolutely...

...fantastic!

Don't you see, lad?

OK, so we've created

a veg-ravaging rabbit-monster.

But we've also captured it.

Just like I promised Lady Tottington.

I'll go and tell her the good news.

Make sure he doesn't escape.

Bye!

Mr. Wallace.

It's the beast, your Ladyship.

I bring great news.

Gosh, how exciting.

Please, do come in.

Well, this is simply spiffing news.

With the beast in captivity,

the competition can go ahead as planned.

You saved the day, Mr. Wallace.

It was nothing, your Ladyship.

So modest.

Oh, please, do help yourself.

Thanks.

I so appreciate you coming

all this way to let me know, Wallace.

Tell me, are you

a vegetable-lover yourself?

- They're... growing on me.

- Then come with me.

There's something

very special I want to show you.

Hop in.

- It's very snug.

- It's my Jacob's ladder.

And it goes all the way to heaven.

Welcome to my inner sanctum, Wallace.

My secret garden.

It's a veritable

vegetable paradise.

I just knew you'd love it.

Unlike Victor.

He's never shown

any interest in my produce.

- His loss, Lady Tottington.

- Please, Wallace.

Call me Totty.

If anything were to happen

to my vegetables,

I don't know what I'd do.

I'm sure you understand, Mr. Wallace.

I can see that you're

a true nature lover.

Oh, yes. Yes, I am.

At first, I thought

I could change Victor.

Now I'm not so sure.

Do you think a man can change, Wallace?

Change?

Oh, yes.

Really, Phillip.

The things one does for love.

Pesto.

- Mr. Wallace.

- Oh, Totty.

Totty?

I'd like to show you one last thing.

Something no other man

has ever seen.

My carrot de Chantenay.

Just smell it, Wallace.

- Feel its silken flesh.

- Oh, yes.

Isn't it the most sumptuous,

succulent specimen you've ever seen?

- Yes!

- Doesn't it fill your heart

- with desire?

- Yes!

Just imagine

what it would taste like.

What on earth

were you thinkin' of, lad?

Ruined a perfectly good piece

of fashionable knitwear, that did.

To say nothing of a relationship

with an important client.

It's lucky for us her Ladyship

was so understanding.

Honestly, I don't know

what's got into you lately.

And slow down for pity's sake.

You'll buckle me trunnions.

Don't worry. I'll see to this.

You stay here where you belong.

In the doghouse.

Right.

It's heavier than it looks.

I know your little secret, Pesto.

- I know exactly what's going on.

- Your Lordship...

Yes. You think you can

pilfer my filly, don't you?

You think you can con

a woman out of her fortune?

- Who, me?

- 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?

- Right-o.

I'll be off then. Ta-ta.

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