Wallace and Gromit in 'A Matter of Loaf and Death' Page #2
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Roll on four o'clock, hey.
This will go down a treat.
Got you, you muddly mutt.
So nice of you to come.
Pity you miss
your master's tea party.
It'll go off with a bang.
Oh, I say.
Get that kettle on, Gromit!
I'll deal with you two later.
Come on, lad.
What's keeping you?
At last my thirteenth.
My baker's dozen.
What?
Curse that balloon. And curse
that revealing southwesterly.
There will be there in no time.
Go. Strike a light...
There you are.
I think these matches are a bit...
...dumb.
It's one of those joke candles, lad.
Where're you going with that
c-a-a-a-ke?
Gromit, it's a bomb.
The cake's a bomb.
Wait a minute. You don't think
Piella could be...
...the serial killer? Well done, Wallace.
Sharp as a brick.
Now do exactly as I say
or Fluffles get snuffled.
You cross me once too often
you trenchless little...
Get that thing away, lad.
That's it, lad. You shall loathe.
That has put a spanner in the works.
But, Piella, you're a bake-o-lite girl.
Was a bake-o-lite girl.
I ate too much you see.
- Oh, really?
- I couldn't ride a balloon anymore.
- So they dropped me.
- What a blow.
Me! A course on bakers
and the loathsome confections.
Gromiiit !
Well done, lad.
Uh? Lass?
Come to mummy, Fluffy Ruffy.
C'mon Girl, go for the knock-out !
I'm fully in control.
Yes.
No.
Oh, dear.
Anyone seen the bomb?
What? What?
Bomb voyage, Wallace.
Your bum is good as toasted.
Gromit, I've got a bomb
in my pants.
Help me, Gromit. Do something.
What a relief. Oh, evening, sisters.
I will be back to get you, Wallace.
I will have my baker's dozen.
But Piella the balloon won't hold you.
They cant just drop me.
I'm as light as a feather.
- I'm the bake-o-lite giiirl...
- Nooo...
Farewell my angel cake. You'll
always be my bake-o-lite girl.
I think I need a cup of tea
after all that.
Oh, never mind, lad. We've both been
through the mill this week, haven't we?
But at least yours wasn't the bread-baking
baker-murdering serial killer...
...like mine.
Tell you what, lad.
Let's go and deliver some bread.
That'll cheer us up.
Hey. Always room for a small one.
Put paws the wheel, lad.
Concentrate.
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