Wallace & Gromit In The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit Page #3

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- Here we go.

- If ya ask me...

- Get on with ya!

Know what? I'll tell ya.

If ya ask me, this was arson.

- Arson?

- Aye!

Someone arsin' around.

That's right.

One of you lot. A man.

- This was no man.

- What are you saying?

Does a man have teeth

the size of axe blades?

Or ears like terrible tombstones?

By tampering with nature,

forcing vegetables to swell

far beyond their natural size,

we have brought a terrible judgment

upon ourselves.

Hey! Give over!

You're mental.

And for our sins,

a hideous creature

has been sent to punish us all!

Repent! Repent!

Lest you too, taste the wrath of...

...the Were-Rabbit!

This is terrible!

What's going to happen to us?

- Doomed!

- Who's going to help us?

- What's to become of the show?

- We live for that competition.

- Get off me.

- We're simple folk. It's all we have.

- Who will save us?

- Get... Hey!

A Were-Rabbit?

Oh, come, come, now.

I do believe the vicar's been

to the communion wine again.

What we are dealing with here

is no supernatural rabbit.

It's a big fellow, perhaps.

But a mortal creature

of flesh and blood.

A matter easily dealt with

by a hunter.

Guns will not be necessary,

thank you, Victor.

Hasn't there been enough destruction?

I believe the killing

of fluffy creatures

is never justified.

I say we give Anti-Pesto

a second chance.

What? How on earth would

those tiny-minded buffoons

ever catch such a big rabbit?

Mr. Wallace?

Well...

With a big trap.

By Jove. He's... He's got it!

- Genius!

- Genius!

- Brilliant.

- What a great idea!

Clever.

You see, Victor,

there's hope for the vegetables yet.

Not the ones I'm looking at.

That's me boys!

Love, Gromit.

That's the biggest trap of all.

The "tender trap," they call it.

And that's what we'll use

to catch this thing.

Yes, lad, a lovely lady rabbit.

How could any

hot-blooded rabbit-beast resist?

Oh, come on, Gromit.

A bit more, you know, alluring.

Very cheeky.

That's more like it, lad.

How can we possibly fail now?

You're a total knockout.

Stick around, lad.

Should fix back on quite easily.

Nighty-night, me lovelies.

Think big now.

No!

Don't worry. No. No.

Well, I'm very sorry, Mrs. Mulch.

We'll get there as soon as we can.

Mr. Dibber. Oh, yes.

Can I call you back? Mrs. Girdling.

- A tunnel you say?

- What do you intend to do about this?

I'll look into it.

So where did you get to, lad?

I thought I told you to stay put.

It's gone mad around here.

I thought we were

supposed to be a team.

How are we ever

gonna catch this thing

if you go gallivanting off

on your own all the time?

You're doing it again!

Where are you going now?

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