(SNORlNG)
(RUMBLlNG NOlSE)
(SHEEP BLEATS)
(BUZZlNG)
Porridge today, Gromit! Tuesday!
Geronimo!
Oww!
Ow!
(NOlSE FROM MACHlNE) Huh?
Huh? Oh!
(WALLACE): Ow, ow!
Oh, no! Turn it off!
(WALLACE): Mice, do you think?
(SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS)
(MUNCHlNG SOUND)
I think I'll make my own porridge.
(SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS)
Well, I'll be...
Have you been peckish during the night?
Only someone has been at me cheese.
(MUNCHlNG SOUND)
(MUNCHlNG SOUND, TWlG SNAPS)
(WALLACE): Well, I don't know. There's something very fishy going on.
Huh?
Do you think we should get the pest control people in?
(PHONE RlNGS)
Hello, Wallace and Gromit's Wash 'N' Go Window Cleaning Service.
May we be of assistance?
(WOMAN): Hello. Yes, my windows could do with ajolly good clean.
The wool shop in the high street. As soon as you can.
(WALLACE): On our way, madam.
(DRAMATlC MUSlC)
(GASPS)
(WALLACE): Ohh...
Need wool, don't you, lad?
Thank you for coming so quickly.
(WALLACE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
- Oh, dear! - Oh, allow me. Please!
(WALLACE): Oh, I'm sorry!
I'll soon have these cleared up. There's no trouble.
(WALLACE): How embarrassing...
This is Preston, my dog.
All right, pooch?
(WALLACE): Won't take a minute.
- (WALLACE): Oh! - (WOMAN): Oh!
Well..
- l... - What was it you wanted?
Erm...
I...
Ramsbottom, Wendolene Ramsbottom.
Oh, charming!
I'm Wallace... The windows...
Is this place yours?
Mmm. My father left it to me.
Along with his debts... and a few other things.
- He was an inventor. - Never!
Well, I do a bit of that myself.
Oh...
(WALLACE): I see that they still haven't caught those sheep rustlers yet.
Still, you've got plenty of wool Eh?
Your dog's waiting.
Aye... I'd better see to him.
The bounce has gone from his bungee.
Oh, they're spanking! You've done a grand job!
Windows are our speciality.
(PRESTON SNlFFS) (MOTORCYCLE APPROACHES)
(WALLACE): Let's get that kettle on.
Good grief! What's all this?
(WALLACE): Burglars, thieves? (METALLlC SOUND)
(WALLACE): Oh, what a mess!
(WALLACE): I've never seen anything like it.
Heavens above, Gromit! Look at this!
(WALLACE): The little chap must be really hungry.
Oh, come over here, lad. No need to be sheepish.
We'll have to get you cleaned up.
(WALLACE): There. Nothing to fret over.
Just a quick shampoo.
We've tested this on Gromit.
Haven't we, lad?
Right. Off we go, then.
(SHEEP BLEATS)
Oh, 'eck!
(SHEEP BLEATS) (WALLACE): Oh!
Oh! Do something, Gromit!
Oh, it's too late now!
(WALLACE): Turn it off, Gromit! Oh, oh...
(WALLACE): Oh, dear.
(WALLACE): Oh, brilliant, Gromit! Smashing, this!
A bit tight here and there.
(SHEEP BLEATS)
Ah! Looks OK to me.
(WALLACE): We'll call him Shaun, eh? Come on, Shaun.
(RHYTHMlC NOlSE FROM MACHlNE)
Gromit! Er...
You know we're doing the clock tomorrow?
Sorry, Gromit! That was a bit thick.
(WALLACE): Back in a tick, Gromit. Won't be long.
(WALLACE): Just thought I'd pass by...
(SHAUN BLEATS)
Tell me about windows.
Well, it's only temporary, you understand.
Oh, really?
Oh, yes. I'm inventing, mostly.
Only...
Oh, what sort of inventions?
Well, sort of...
Daddy would love to have met you.
(SlGHS) Poor Daddy...
(SHAUN BLEATS)
Of all the women I've met...
(WALLACE): Not that there have been many, you understand...
(METALLlC CLATTER)
(BLEATlNG)
(WALLACE): So you see, what I'm trying to say,
in a manner of speaking, is...
Of all the ladies that I've met...
(WALLACE): Oh! Ow!
Same time next week?
(SHAUN BLEATS)
Caught bang to rights, you were.
You've really let us down this time,lad (BLEATlNG)
Hey, give over! (DOORBELL RlNGS)
Shoo, shoo! Go on with you!
I'm sorry about this.
Eh... for what?
Nothing. Just stay away from me. From my shop.
And my silly, silly windows!
Well, l...
Forget me. I'm no good for you.
I'm so sorry about Gromit.
Ooow!
(WALLACE): Oh, Gromit...
Oh, Gromit!
Oh, Gromit...
(METALLlC SOUND)
Brilliant teamwork, lads!
Ohh!
Oof! Aaaargh!
(SlRENS WAlL)
(WALLACE): You'll have to skip the country now.
Fugitive, eh?
You'll be hunted down like...
..well, a dog.
(WALLACE): Ah!
Wendo...
(PRESTON GROWLS)
Stop it! Stop it, Preston!
Oh! Oh, I want no more of this rustling!
Oh! It wasn't so bad when it was just the wool but this is evil!
(WENDOLENE): Daddy didn't create you for this!
Ouch! You're supposed to protect me!
(WENDOLENE): Let me out! You're not going to turn me into dog meat.
(WALLACE): Dog meat?!
- Help! - Don't worry, Wendolene!
I'm on my way!
(WALLACE): We've lost them!
Ah!
Oh!
We're at maximum speed!
She won't go any faster!
Aahh!
Oh, 'eck!
(WENDOLENE): Wallace, help me!
(WALLACE): Don't worry, Wendolene!
Everything's under control
Oww!
(WENDOLENE): Be careful, Shaun!
(WALLACE): Hey! Steady on!
Single file. Oh!
Single file, I said!
Ohh! Get yourselves organised down there!
Huh?
Watch out, lads!
(WALLACE): Oh, no!
(SOUND OF PLANE)
Where did you get that from?
That's my machine! I've got patent pending on that!
(ALL SCREAM)
- (WALLACE): Ah! - (WENDOLENE): Oh!
(WENDOLENE): Help! Oh, Shaun!
- (WENDOLENE): Help! - (WALLACE): Where's Gromit?
- (WENDOLENE): Shaun, do something! - (WALLACE): Aahh!
(WENDOLENE): Help!
(WALLACE): Attaboy, Gromit!
Well done, Gromit! That'll teach him!
- He's malfunctioning. - Mal-what?
- Malfunctioning. Preston is a cyber dog. - Cyber-what?
A robot.
Daddy created him for good, but he's turned out evil!
(BOTH GASP)
(PRESTON ROARS)
(BOTH): Aahh!
Ah! It's a sheep-mincing thing!
Now the fat's cooked.
(GROMlT WHlSTLES) (WALLACE): Huh?
(WALLACE): Ow!
(SPEED OF BELT lNCREASES)
Do something, Wallace!
(BOTH): Ahh!
- Duck! - Where?
(BOTH): Oww!
(SHAUN BLEATS)
By 'eck! I though we were all for the can then!
I couldn't pass by without saying thank you.
He's just like he used to be.
Oh, don't mention it.
Thanks, pooch.
Give me a shout if he goes wrong again.
You're very kind.
Won't you come in? We were just about to have some cheese.
Oh, no, not cheese. Sorry, it brings me out in a rash.
(WENDOLENE): I can't stand the stuff.
Not even Wensleydale?
Got to be on our way.
Come on, Preston.
Goodbye...
Chuck.
What's wrong with Wensleydale?
Talking of which...
All the more for us. Not a sheep to worry us.
Get off my cheese! Get off! Get off!
(WALLACE): Gromit, Gromit!
Go for him! Gromit!
(WALLACE): Get off with you! Oh, dear...
(SHAUN LAUGHS) (WALLACE): Shoo! Off!