Wallace and Gromit

Sewin' in the Wind!

Stitch it Fine, Wallace and Gromit's highly popular new company which provided stockings and gloves for fine ladies, had a very busy morning ahead of it. Because of the upcoming town dance, Wallace and Gromit certainly had their work cut out for them. But, as Wallace insisted to his 'sidekick',

"We can handle it lad! They don't call us 'The Textilable Twosome' for nothing you know! Now I don't know about you lad, but I'm in the mood for some wenslidale!"

Rolling his eyes, he couldn't be bothered to point out that nobody had ever called them the 'Textilable Twosome', Gromit returned to reading his newspaper. The cover of the newspaper held the title 'Cheese and Cookers!" followed by the subheading, "Explosive crackers on our shelves?".

On the television, a warning was being broadcasted. The Jacob's Crackers official was warning the public not to eat their crackers until they had managed to trace all of the missing explosives. Reading the article in the paper desperately, Gromit looked up in alarm. Wallace was about to open the crackers! Instantly, his mind kicked into action! Searching through his sack labelled 'Spare Parts', Gromit threw out a motley collection of useful odds and ends. Spare socks, envelopes, Jeremy Kyle DVDs, holy grails and balls of wool joined the ever growing pile of junk until eventually, he triumphantly produced a hand saw, several planks of wood and some bolts. Within seconds of fast thinking and faster working, Gromit had produced a fully functional war catapult and had launched it with his own, hand made crackers which he set about firing to Wallace's aid.

But it was too late! Wallace was already in the process of openning his box of crackers! Bravely, Gromit launched himself from the catapult and whizzed past the northern seamstress to grab the box and launch it into the 'explosives pit' he'd built after the bake-a-light girl had tried to blow Wallace to pieces. Shielding his face with his arms, Gromit felt triumphant the Wallace's life ahd yet again been saved. Sure enough, upon impact with the ground, the bow was torn apart by a bright orange flame which illuminated the street in its ethereal glow. All the way down the estate, similar furnaces were errupting. It was chaos!

Wallace was in shock, so much so that he nearly dropped his plate of cheese. Mouth agape, he surveyed the damage done to the back garden. Whistling impressively, he turned to Gromit.

"Well lad," he said, sounding impressed, "it's been a long time since I've seen fire crackers like that! Come on, we've got a delivery to make!"

Rolling his eyes at Wallace's tasteless humour, Gromit slapped a hand to his forehead. It was going to be a long day.

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Puns and Needles!

I am truly sorry about some of the attempted humour in this chapter. I recently re-watched 'A Close Shave' and have had an urge to write a Wallace and Gromit story ever since.

So here's part one, tell me what you think!

Thanks for reading,

Niamh.