Gromit, already two steps ahead, had retreated to the basement. He emerged pushing the —a modified vacuum cleaner that fired rapid pellets of frozen peas.
Within seconds, the garden was just a garden again. The only evidence of the battle was a few broken fence posts, a very confused cauliflower, and a small, ordinary potato sitting on the lawn. Wallace stood in the wreckage, his dressing gown torn, a leek leaf stuck in his hair. He looked at Gromit. Gromit looked at him. Then they both looked at Archibald the Marrow, which had returned to its normal, non-threatening size. Wallace y Gromit - La batalla de los vegetales ...
“It’s all about love, Gromit,” Wallace said, patting his prized marrow, Archibald , which was already the size of a small sheepdog. “But love alone won’t beat Lady Tottington’s prize pumpkins. No, lad. We need… science! ” Gromit, already two steps ahead, had retreated to
It was a crisp morning in West Wallaby Street, and the annual Tottington Hall Giant Vegetable Competition was only a week away. Wallace, a man with a cheese-based solution for every problem, had decided this was his year to win the “Biggest Marrow” category. The only evidence of the battle was a
Gromit grabbed the main hose. Wallace flipped the switch from “GROW” to . But they needed a catalyst—something the vegetables would hate more than they hated humans.
(Post-credits scene: The potato’s eyes blink. Just once.)
The machine roared. A cloud of pungent, cheesy gas exploded across the garden. The vegetables recoiled. The Brussels sprouts shriveled. The leeks wilted. The King Potato let out a terrible, high-pitched squeak as he deflated back into a normal, lumpy spud.