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.
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 ...
The battle raged across the garden. Wallace swung a baguette like a club, parrying leek thrusts. Gromit, wearing a colander as a helmet, rode his motorcycle sidecar through a squadron of angry onions, making them weep (which, admittedly, gave him the tactical advantage). It was a crisp morning in West Wallaby