Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Cracking job, Gromit.

Hang on, old chum.

- What's going on? - Who is it?

Reel him in, lad.

To me. To me.

Gotcha! Thieving monster.

Me prize pumpkin.

Me little baby. Me pride and joy.

You've saved it, Anti-Pesto.

It was nothing at all, Mrs...

- Everything's under control. - Oh, no!

Don't worry, madam.

Thank you, Mr. Wallace.

All in a night's work, Mrs. Mulch.

Cute little feller, isn't he?

You'd never believe they'd cause so much damage.

Oh, he may look innocent, sir.

But left to his own devices,

this is the ultimate vegetable-destroying machine.

Reg, me teeth!

Job well done, lad.

Subject disarmed and neutralized.

Bless you, Anti-Pesto.

With you out there protecting our veg,

the most important event of the year is safe.

Aye. And I hope they give them pests what's coming to 'em, and all.

Amen to that, Mrs. Mulch.

It was a long, hard night last night, Gromit.

I'll need a good, hearty breakfast under me belt.

Pile it up, lad.

I'm in the mood for food!

Gromit, old pal.

It's happened again. I'll need assistance.

Well, thanks, chuck.

I'm sure that hole's getting smaller.

Another successful night. How are the inmates?

Must be getting a bit full down there.

Talking of which.

Now, for a great big plate of...

...vegetables.

Still got me on the diet, eh, Gromit?

Watching me shape? There's a good dog.

Gromit, lad?

How is that prize melon of yours coming on?

Must be a while since you measured it.

Lovely food. For rabbits, that is.

As for me, I need something a bit more cheesy.

Caught red-handed, eh, lad?

I'm sorry, Gromit.

I know you're doing this for my own good,

but the fact is I'm just crackers about cheese.

Look, if I must change me ways,

at least let me do it my way.

With technology.

It's time we tried my latest invention,

the Mind Manipulation-omatic.

It extracts unwanted thoughts and desires.

I haven't tested it yet, but it should be perfectly safe.

Just a bit of harmless brain alteration, that's all.

Anti-Pesto Humane Pest Control. How might we be of assistance?

Yes. Lady Tottington here of Tottington Hall.

Your Ladyship.

This is an honor.

It's a disaster. I have the most terrible rabbit problem.

The competition's only days away. You simply have to do something.

Certainly, ma'am. I think we're about to go up in the world, lad.

Just stay right where you are, your Ladyship,

and we'll be with you in an...

In an hour? I can't wait an hour.

I have a major infestation. Hello? Hello?

That's more like it.

Thank goodness you've...

What ho! For you, my love.

Victor. How lovely and... unexpected.

Heard you had a spot of rabbit bother and toodled on over

to sort the blighters out.

Gosh, that's awfully sweet of you.

But you really needn't bother.

It's no bother, little boo-boo. It's the least a chap can do for his filly.

Don't want pests spoiling our beautiful manor house, do we?

"Our" manor house?

No one's mentioned marriage, Victor.

All in good time, my dear.

Vermin first, though, what what.

Come on, Phillip.

Victor!

We can deal with this humanely.

Very classy.

Just the sort of client we should be dealing with, eh, lad?

Burrowing bounders!

They must be breeding like...

...well, rabbits.

Only one thing for it, lad.

Victor, hadn't we agreed?

No more thoughtless killing.

Quite right, my dear.

So I've thought this one through very carefully.

It's off to bunny heaven for you, big ears.

Victor! No!

What the?

Champion sucker, eh, Gromit?

The BunVac 6000.

This'll impress her Ladyship.

I don't understand. It should have been a bull's-eye.

Oh, Victor. I felt we'd made a real breakthrough

with this hunting obsession of yours. I really thought you'd changed.

I'm sorry, Campanula, but I am what I am.

There's no nonsense with Victor Quartermaine.

What you see is what you get.

What the?

Sounds like a really big brute, this one.

Give it some more welly.

Gosh!

Maybe I should've used a bigger nozzle.

Anti-Pesto, you're here.

Your Ladyship.

My darlings!

You're safe.

My word!

What a fabulous job you've done. And not a single one harmed.

The old BV6000, ma'am.

Capable of 125 RPM. That's rabbits per minute.

How inspired!

- Mr.? - Oh, Wallace.

Mr. Wallace.

Is this all of them?

Just one left. Hoist her up, Gromit.

Victor, stop fooling around in the dirt and have a look at this.

The ingenious Anti-Pesto

have completely dealt with my rabbit problem.

- Isn't it marvelous? - Marvelous?

Marvelous?

This confounded contraption virtually suffocated me!

Besides, the job's only half done.

How do you intend to finish these vermin off?

Crush 'em? Liquidize 'em?

- They're humane. - Humane?

Well, then perhaps they'd be humane enough to give me back my dignity.

I want...

Toupee, please.

Oh, grand. We take check or cash.

Toupee, you idiot! My hair is in your machine.

Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there.

The hare, I think you'll find, is a much larger mammal.

Out of my way, fool.

I'm sorry, my dear, but I refuse to suffer any further humiliation

at the hands of these blundering nitwits.

I therefore bid you good day.

Thank you for ridding me of a real problem, Mr. Wallace.

Tell me, what exactly will you do with all these rabbits?

Trade secret.

Yes. I'd be happy to let them roam free if it wasn't for the competition.

But they do so love their veg.

It's in their little bunny natures, and you can't change that, can you?

No.

Or can you?

Why didn't we think of it before, lad?

The solution to all our storage problems.

Simply by connecting the BunVac

to the Mind Manipulation-omatic,

we can brainwash the bunnies.

Rabbit rehabilitation.

Once cured of their antisocial veg-ravaging behavior,

the rabbits can be safely released without fear of re-offending.

Just a little added lunar power to enhance the mind waves...

...and we can begin.

Veg, bad.

Veg, bad.

Veg, bad.

Say no to carrots,

cabbage and cauliflower.

Well, come on, lad, what are you waiting for?

Turn on the BunVac.

Full suction.

It's working, Gromit. It's working!

Their tiny bunny brains

are being saturated in my veg-free mind waves.

Another 30 minutes brainwashing should suffice.

Then we can move on to the conditioning.

Gromit!

Switch it off!

Get it off!

Get it off me, lad!

Oh, thanks, lad.

Quick.

Give us a carrot.

It worked, Gromit!

A reformed rabbit.

We'll call him Hutch. Shall we?

Come on. Let's get the kettle on.

We'll see to him in the morning.

I feel we're on the cusp of a real breakthrough, lad.

Mankind freed from rabbit problems forever.

Lady Tottington will be impressed.

Good night.

Sleep tight.

And don't let the bed bugs bite.

Good night, Gromit.

Sweet dreams, old chum.

Protect and nourish the frail and the weak, O Lord.