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- [snoring]
[clock ticking]
[rumbling]
- [bleating]
[bleats]
[buzzer buzzing]
- Porridge today, Gromit!
Tuesday!
Geronimo!
[yelling]
[gasps]
Huh?
Huh? Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh, no! No! Turn it off!
[groaning]
Uh, mice, do you think?
[footsteps]
[slurping]
I think I'll make my own porridge.
[munching]
Well, I'll be...
Have you been peckish during the night?
Only someone's been at me cheese.
[crunch]
[munching]
[twig snaps]
Well, I don't know.
There's something very fishy going on.
[sniffs]
Huh?
Do you think we should get the pest control people in?
[phone rings]
Hello, Wallace and Gromit's
Wash 'N' Go Window Cleaning Service.
May we be of assistance?
- Hello.
Yes, my windows could do with a jolly good clean.
The wool shop in the high street.
As soon as you can.
- On our way, madam.
[tires screeching]
[Wallace humming]
[gasps]
Oh!
Need wool, don't you, lad?
- Thank you for coming so quickly.
- [chuckles nervously]
Oh, dear!
- Oh, allow me. Please.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, I'll soon have these cleared up.
It's no trouble.
How embarrassing.
- This is Preston, my dog.
- All right, pooch?
Won't take a minute.
- Oh- - Oh.
- Well, I...
- What was it you wanted?
- [clears throat]
I...
- Ramsbottom, Wendolene Ramsbottom.
- Oh, charming.
I'm Wallace. The windows.
[chuckles]
Is this place yours?
- Mm. My father left it to me...
Along with his debts
and a few other things.
He was an inventor.
- Never!
Well, I- I do a bit of that myself.
Oh!
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 specialty.
[grunts]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- [sniffing]
[engine sputtering]
[door opens and shuts]
- Let's get that kettle on.
Good grief!
What's all this?
Burglars, thieves?
[clatter]
Oh, what a mess.
I've never seen anything like it.
Heavens above, Gromit. Look at this.
The little chap must be really hungry.
Oh, come over here, lad. No need to be sheepish.
[chuckles]
We'll have to get you cleaned up.
There.
Nothing to fret over.
Just a quick shampoo.
We've tested this on Gromit. Haven't we, lad?
Right. Off we go, then.
- [bleating]
[alarm buzzing]
- Oh, heck!
- Baaaa!
- Oh!
- Baaaaa-aaa-aaa!
- Oh, do something, Gromit!
Oh, it's too late now.
Turn it off, Gromit! Oh! Oh!
[exclaiming]
Oh, dear.
Oh, brilliant, Gromit.
Oh, smashing, this.
A bit tight here and there.
- [bleats]
Baaaa.
- Ah, looks okay to me.
We'll call him Shaun, eh? Hmm?
Come on, Shaun.
[metal creaking]
[door creaks]
Gromit?
You know we're doing the clock tomorrow.
Sorry, Gromit.
That was a bit thick.
Back in a tick, Gromit. Won't be long.
Just thought I'd pop in...
- [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 loved to have met you.
[sighs]
Poor Daddy.
[window squeaking]
- [bleating]
- Of all the women I've met...
not that there have been many, you understand.
[clattering]
- [bleating]
- So you see, what I'm trying to say,
in a manner of speaking, is...
[sheep bleating]
Of all the ladies I've met, you...
[sweeping orchestral music]
Oh! Ohhhh! Oh!
The same time next week?
- [bleats]
Baa!
[bleats]
- Caught bang to rights, you were.
You've really let us down this time, lad.
[sheep bleating]
Hey, give over.
[doorbell rings]
Shoo, shoo! Go on with you!
- I'm sorry about this.
- For what?
- Nothing.
Just stay away from me,
from my shop
and my silly, silly windows.
- Well, I...
- Forget me. I'm no good for you.
[sweeping orchestral music]
[sniffling]
I'm so sorry about Gromit.
[sobbing]
- Owwww!
- Ba!
Oh, Gromit.
[sheep bleating]
Oh, Gromit!
[tearfully] Oh, Gromit.
[metal creaking]
- [sniffs]
[sobbing quietly]
[clock ticking]
[loud buzzing]
- [bleats]
[Wallace grunting]
- Brilliant teamwork, lads!
Yeow!
Ahhhh!
[siren wailing]
I suppose you'll have to skip the country now.
A fugitive, eh?
You'll be hunted down like...
Well, a dog.
[screams]
Wendo-
[whistle blowing]
- [growls]
- Stop it. Stop it, Preston.
[Wendolene exclaims]
I want no more of this rustling!
Oh! It wasn't so bad when it was just the wool,
but this is evil!
Daddy didn't create you for this!
Ouch!
You're supposed to protect me!
Let me out!
You're not going to turn me into dog meat.
- Dog meat?
- Help!
- Don't worry, Wendolene.
[engine sputtering]
I'm on my way!
We've lost them!
[horn blaring]
Ah!
[horn blaring]
Oh!
We're at maximum speed!
She won't go any faster.
[Wallace yells]
Oh, heck!
- Wallace, help me!
- Don't worry, Wendolene!
Everything's under control.
Ow-oh!
- [bleats]
- Be careful, Shaun!
- Hey, steady on!
Single file.
Oh!
[groans]
Single file, I said.
[screams]
Oh! Get yourselves organized down there!
Huh?
Watch out, lads!
[screaming and bleating]
[tires screeching]
Oh, no! Ah!
[plane engine whirring]
splat!
Where'd you get that from?
That's my machine!
I've got patent pending on that.
[all screaming]
[Wendolene and Wallace groaning]
- Help. Oh, Shaun!
Help!
- Shaun, where's Gromit?
- Shaun, do something!
Help!
- Attaboy, Gromit!
[yelling]
Well done, Gromit.
That'll teach him.
[metal clanging]
- He's malfunctioning.
- Mal what?
- Malfunctioning. Preston is a cyberdog.
- A cyber what?
- A robot.
Daddy created him for good, but he's turned out evil.
[both gasp]
- [bleats]
[low roar]
[both scream]
Huh?
- Ah, it's a sheep-mincing thing.
Now, that's clever.
- [whistles]
- Huh?
Oh!
- Do something, Wallace.
- [screaming]
- Baaa!
- Duck!
- Where?
- [bleating]
[Wallace and Wendolene yelling]
[bleats]
- By heck!
I though we were all for the can then.
[doorbell rings]
- 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.
Can't stand the stuff.
- [gulps] Not even Wensleydale?
- Got to be on our way.
Come on, Preston.
Good-bye...
[door closes]
Chuck.
- What's wrong with Wensleydale?
Talking of which...
All the more for us, and not a sheep to worry us.
[chuckles]
Get off me cheese! Get off! Get off!
Gromit? Gromit!
Go for him! Gromit!
Oh!
[Wallace exclaims in disgust]
Get off with you! Oh, dear.
- [bleats]
- Shoo off.
[sheep bleating]