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 !

Don't worry about me, lad.

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.

And they called it puppy love

Put paws the wheel, lad.

Concentrate.

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