Wallace & Gromit In The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit Page #3

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You're not going anywhere, Pesto.

Not until I've taught you

a jolly good lesson.

Come on! Queensberry rules!

Put 'em up, ya little pipsqueak.

You're shaking.

Don't tell me you're a scaredy-cat

as well as a scoundrel.

And don't think acting

like a big girl's blouse

will get you out of it.

There's no mercy

with Victor Quartermaine.

What the dickens?

What on earth?

Phillip! Attack!

Attack!

What the?

Vicar!

Vicar! Oh, where the devil is he?

Do you want to confess?

I want to talk to you about...

...the beast.

Everything you need

to know is in this book.

- "Nun Wrestling."

- No. I meant this one.

Here. Here it is.

The hideous monster

plaguing our parish.

The Were-Rabbit.

So it's true.

The beast lurks

within all of us, my child.

The side that emerges at night

as the moon rises into the sky.

The side that

savagely rips the leaves

off any innocent cabbage.

Spare me the sermon, Vicar.

Just tell me how I kill him.

I mean "it."

To kill such a creature

would require nerves of steel

and...

...a bullet.

A bullet?

A bullet.

A bull...

What kind of bullet?

A bullet of pure gold.

Gold.

Yes.

Twenty-four karat.

Get out of my way.

Silly old fool.

Beware!

Beware of the beast within!

Perfect re-entry, Gromit.

This veg diet's

doing the trick, eh, lad?

I feel smashing.

So how's our rabbit-monster?

Hope you're keeping an eye on him.

What's up, dog?

Well, fancy that.

Rabbit ears.

That is a bit odd.

And what are you tryin' to say, lad?

What?

What?

What? You think that I'm the?

Because of these?

Oh, no.

No. This is just a reaction

to that healthy veg diet

you've got me on.

It's the toxins coming out.

Silly old pooch.

Thinking I'm the beast.

Next thing you'll be saying

is that Hutch

is turning into me.

Hey. What are you doing, lad?

Have you gone completely mad?

Cheese!

Cheese?

I do like a bit of Gorgonzola.

Oh, dear.

- Perfect.

- Ma'am.

- Now, let's see.

- Coming through!

The tombola's arrived.

And the bouncy Tottington Hall.

Splendid.

It's going to be such

a jolly competition tonight.

I just know it.

- Ya don't know nothin'.

- What?

The beast has struck again.

That's what.

That's right!

No, you're quite mistaken, Mrs. Mulch.

- The beast is in captivity.

- Oh, yeah?

Then just take a look

at my wife's brassicas.

- Ravaged in the night.

- But I don't understand.

- Anti-Pesto told me...

- A pack of lies!

It's not safe to bring

our vegetables here.

The show's off.

But this is simply dreadful news.

The Tottingtons have held

a giant vegetable competition

on this very night

for over 500 years.

That's right.

Not even the Great Duck Plague

of '53 stopped it.

If only there were another way.

What ho!

It's Quartermaine.

Heard you had a spot of rabbit bother.

Didn't this bit used to?

Now. Now, let's see.

Where does this part go?

Oh, it's hopeless.

I'll never fix this flippin' machine.

Me mind's just a rabbit-y mush.

Oh, Gromit.

I don't wanna be a giant rabbit!

The bounce is gone from his bungee.

Hey, presto! Rabbit rehabilitation.

But if I can't fix it...

Cheddar.

...maybe the other me can!

I'm inventing, mostly.

Look at me go! I'm a genius.

Awake! I can't answer the door.

Not like this.

Charming. I'm Wallace.

I already am!

Hutch!

Geronimo!

Wallace?

Hang on a mo'.

Wallace?

Hello? I say.

Open this door at once.

Totty.

Lady Tottington, if you don't mind.

I'm afraid I have some

rather bad news, Wallace.

Thing is, well,

you've rather let me down

with this beastly beast business.

- I suppose I have.

- Yes.

It's obvious to me

that you have absolutely no idea

where this poor creature is.

And I'm afraid

you've given me no option

but to let Victor

shoot the poor thing.

Shoot it?

Yes. Wasn't an easy choice,

but the veg competition

has to come first.

Besides, Victor's promised me

it won't suffer.

It will be quick and painless.

How thoughtful.

I cannot deny it was

a difficult decision for me.

Because I've recently developed...

Hurry!

...feelings for you.

Feelings?

Oh, well, never mind, eh?

- Ta-ra, then.

- Wait! Wallace.

I haven't finished.

There's more that needs to be said.

Well, I'll give you a tinkle, shall I?

Can't we at least shake hands?

Part as friends?

It's not very convenient

at the moment.

Thanks for coming by.

Well, I... I...

That's right, my lovely.

You can say goodbye

to your fluffy lover-boy.

You gotta help me, Gromit!

Hide me. Anything.

Before it's too late!

Lad!

Your Lordship.

Good night, Gromit.

'Tis done.

My poor sensitive child.

Allow us all to share

in your moment of sorrow.

Yeah!

On with the show!

What the?

Why you...

Of course.

The vegetable competition.

Your loyalty is moving.

Sadly, you won't be.

Come along, Phillip.

Everyone's been looking

forward to a good show.

Let's see they get one.

- Hooray!

- Mr. Growbag.

I... I have a hunch

this'll be a night to remember.

I just have a hunch.

All right. All right.

If we must do this flipping veg show,

let's do it in an orderly

and law-abiding fashion.

Cucumbers, give way to melons.

Carrots, wait your turn!

- Aubergines...

- There's our bait, Phillip.

All we have to do now is wait

for our fluffy friend to appear.

Look over here, everyone!

It's Victor!

- He's here!

- Our hero.

Please, sir, kiss my baby.

- Another time, perhaps.

- Kiss my potato.

- Not now.

- Kiss my artichoke.

- Look, just...

- Victor.

Campanula!

Victor, I have to know.

Did it suffer?

Of course not, my dear.

Not yet, anyway.

- Victor?

- Oy, you.

- Constable.

- Careful with them capsicums.

Listen, I don't want to cause panic,

but the beast isn't actually dead yet.

- The beast isn't actually dead yet?

- What?

Oops.

To the competition stand!

Cracking toast, Gromit.

I'm just crackers about cheese.

Monterey Jack.

Smashing Wensleydale.

Job well done, lad.

Quiet!

Quiet!

Now, listen carefully.

I've only got two...

I've only got one gold bullet left.

So leave this to me.

Yes, all right, I admit

the beast is still at large.

But the good news is your prize

vegetables are the perfect bait...

Bait?

...and will draw the creature

like a magnet.

- Keep still.

- My baby.

- There, there, love. It'll be all...

- Don't even move a muscle.

Mrs. Mulch! No!

It's not getting my baby!

Lovely food. For rabbits, that is.

- Come back!

- Come back!

Yes. Right on cue.

Come back!

Go away!

That's right. Come to Uncle Victor.

It's coming for us!

Bingo.

What the?

Hurrah for Anti-Pesto!

- It's getting away!

- Get off, you stupid...

No!

Vicar, I need more gold bullets.

They don't come cheap, you know.

Victor? What are you doing?

I need it, my sweet. Emergency.

- Victor, no! Please!

- Come, now, Campanula, let go.

But it's my Golden Carrot Award.

This is hardly the time, my darling.

- Give it to me this instant!

- But Victor!

Cheese, Gromit.

The Golden Carrot belongs in the show!

No, the Golden Carrot

belongs in the Were-Rabbit.

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