HOOT! Darkness took over West Wallaby Street. The only live things on the streets were the street lamp posts and P.C. Mackintosh. He was doing his night patrol for the thousandth time.

"Boy, twenty years of experience and I'm still a constable," he groaned to himself. "I have experience, intelligence and good looks, what am I missing? It's not what it used to be all those years ago!"

Then he saw a strange dark figure on the light in front of him. He turned around to see a… moth on a lamppost. Mackintosh sighed. "I need a holiday," he moaned to himself. "The money and the job are not worth this."

Then he saw the Anti-Pesto van coming past him. "There goes Anti-Pesto, taking my job and the whole police's again. What is it this time?"


It was at Mrs. Mulch's house whose garden gnome had woken up Anti-Pesto at their headquarters. In two minutes flat, the van quickly arrived and Wallace and Gromit rolled out to their garden fence door. Wallace got a pair of binoculars and scanned through the fence in a night vision mode. He put them away and giggly told Gromit in sign language that the monster was taking a pony in the garden. But Gromit frowned at him to stop laughing and release a nail from the fence with a hammer. Then the mutt back flipped over the fence and caught the thing with his bag, but it was still moving around the garden and Gromit with it.

"Awesome job, Gromit!" cried Wallace. "Bring him closer to me!"

"Less mouth, more muscles!" Gromit protested.

This drama event caused the whole neighbor to wake and see what was happening. Finally, Wallace caught it with his pincer. "Got you, thieving bastard!"

Gromit took the bag off and saw it was a rabbit. "Do you mind? My life depends on this!" protested the rabbit called Barry.

Then the Mulches arrived out of the door. "Oh, me prized pumpkin! Me baby!" cried Mrs. Mulch, hugging her pumpkin.

"Not anymore!" shouted Barry, not giving up on the pumpkin. Wallace and the rabbit were struggling with each other. Then Mrs. Mulch, holding her life on her food, Accidently knocked the cigarette out of Mr. Mulch's mouth and it landed on Barry's head! A fire emerged!

Gromit grabbed the Mulches' watering can and poured it on the rabbit's head. Barry calmed down and Wallace pulled him away.

"Thank you, Mr. Wallace," praised Mrs. Mulch.

"No problem, Mrs. Mulch," said Wallace.

Mr. Mulch studied the rabbit. "Huh! By the look of him, you wouldn't think they caused any damage. Not to the environment anyway."

"Well, he may look innocent, sir," Wallace told him, "but this is the Death Star in the vegetable world."


Soon Anti-Pesto was on their way and was met by thunderous applause through the streets.

"Bless you, Anti-Pesto!" cried the Vicar. "The important event of the year, after the events of gorgeous Jesus, is safe in hands."
"And I hope they deal with those pesky gits for good!" cried Mrs. Mulch.

"Let's pray they go to hell, Mrs. Mulch," smiled the Vicar. "Along with the Nazis, Attila the Hun and Minions of Morder!"

"And that, Tom," said Tricia Takanawa with a microphone, "is the latest story with Anti-Pesto."

"Thank you, Tricia," said Tom Tucker. "And now, before we leave Anti Pesto (Sky Channel 1001) Channel, let's take at some of Anti-Pesto's past pest captures."

Then the TV showed clips of Wallace and Gromit capturing rats beating the pied piper, capturing human criminals beating the police, capturing the rancor and the sand people on Tatooine, capturing the Balrog out of the Mines of Moria, capturing aliens and predators, like The Giant Chicken, or the Evil Monkey or Feathers McGraw who broke out and took over the zoo to steal more diamonds, but was foiled by Anti-Pesto and he was kept in the Anti-Pesto chambers.

"I'm not finished yet! I'll get out and I'll get them!" He kept saying that for the last two years, but he had never made any move at all. Not even a muscle.