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.
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? 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!
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.
Every man for himself!
Help! Help! Help me!
Put me down at once, you great big hairy thing, you!
Stop! Stop!
Mob supplies! Get your angry mob supplies here.
Put her down, you great ugly brute!
I'll bagsy the lucky rabbit's foot.
Help me, someone! Help me!
Yes.
No. No, no, no!
Put me down! Put me down, you...
Whatever you are! Help!
What is it?
What are you staring at with those beastly eyes?
Wallace.
Oh, Wallace.
What ever have you done to yourself?
Well, don't you worry. I'll protect you.
Get your hairy mitts off my future wife, you big brute.
No! Victor!
You don't understand. The hunt is off.
It's... We made a terrible mistake.
No. You commissioned me to rid you of Pesto,
and that's just what I intend to do.
Pesto?
Why, you knew it was Wallace all along.
Oh, all right.
So what if it is that blithering idiot.
No one will ever believe you.
And if I can't have your money, I can still bag your bunny.
My eyes!
Run, rabbit, run!
I rather like your hair pinned back.
No, Victor, no! Stop! Please!
Victor!
You can hop, but you can't hide, Pesto.
Beware the moon!
Stupid interfering mutt.
Stand back! There may be a large rabbit dropping!
Looks like the buck stops here.
Eat karat, bunny boy!
Potty poo!
No one beats Victor Quartermaine!
Is that so?
Consider yourself dumped.
He's in there!
- There he is! - Surround him!
There he is! Over there!
Phillip, help me! Phillip!
Do something.
Destroy! Drive out the monstrosity!
Well, let's see how he likes it.
Wallace?
Oh, Gromit.
Well, at least now he's at peace.
The rabbit's gone.
If only there were a way to bring back Wallace.
Lovely cheese, Gromit.
Gromit?
Don't forget the crackers.
Cheese?
Cheese!
It's me again. I'm back!
Gromit! You clever mutt.
Well done, old pal!
- Totty! - Wallace! You're...
Thanks, lad.
Oh, look!
Well, I think you deserve this, Gromit.
For a brave and splendid melon.
We've all got a lot to thank you for.
Every dog has his day.
And thank you, Wallace.
You've saved me from a terrible marriage.
All the same,
it is going to be rather lonely at Tottington Hall now.
Unless...
I have a little proposal for you, Wallace.
I'm so thrilled you agreed to go through with this.
My pleasure, Totty.
One for the album, Gromit.
I declare this bunny sanctuary officially open.
When you're ready, lad.
Fire up the old BV6000.
Oh, it's simply marvelous.
My home, a safe haven for all things fluffy.
I do hope you'll still come visit, Wallace.
I'd rather got used to having you around.
There'll always be a part of me
here at Tottington Hall.
Give it some more welly, lad.
Cheese!