Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

(Chap 1: The first attack)

The van slowed as they came to there home. "We're here." Wallace announced, expecting an answer from Corin. "I said, we're here." Wallace repeated.

Gromit rolled his eyes, undoing his seatbelt and opening the car door. He walked on all fours to the back of the van and opened the bubble doors. Corin had fallen asleep along with the rabbits and was still stroking a small, white baby bunny sleeping in her lap.

"Oh, look. Isn't that sweet… maybe we should let her keep that one as a pet."

Wallace suggested, looking to Gromit for an approval. Gromit thought. 'hmmm… well, it wouldn't interfere with our everyday activities. But on the other hand, what about our jobs?… Well, it's still in captivity so we're still doing our job. But on the other hand, what if it escapes?… well it seems Corin finds catching rabbits easy, and she's smart enough to know how to stop it from escaping… so.' Gromit nodded. Wallace carefully took hold or the rabbit, as not to wake him, and Gromit carried Corin on his back, walking slowly on all fours. Gromit lay Corin down on her bed and gently pulled the covers over her, the bunny curled up into her neck.

The two closed the door and left for the cellar quietly.

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Corin didn't know for how long she had been sleeping, but she was awoken by a loud CRASH! Like a chair had been kicked over, and Wallace's voice shouting "GROMIT! HELP!"

She jumped out of bed, and closed the door. She had noticed the bunny and didn't want it to escape. And ran down to the rabbit holding cells.

"What's going on?" Corin spoke. As she came down the stairs she saw Wallace bouncing around like a rabbit. "What the?" she saw the Bun-Vac was attached to the Mind Manipulation machine, which was latched onto Wallace's head, and was sending sparks shooting around left, right and centre. "Gromit! The reach, break the glass bowl." she called over the rumble of the BV.

Gromit saw what she was talking about and smashed the MMO. "Oh, thanks lad." Wallace said, a dazed expression on his face. "Quick. Give us a carrot."

Confused, Gromit handed his friend a carrot. Wallace held to carrot to the rabbit in his hand, which sniffed, then, with a disgusted look on it's face, pushed it away, snorting.

"It worked Gromit!" Wallace stood up, his face lit up with amazement. "A reformed rabbit." he placed the little bunny in a pen. "We'll call him Hutch, shall we? Come on, let's get the kettle on. We'll see to him in the morning." And with that, Wallace walked up the stairs passed Corin, like nothing had happened.

Gromit and Corin exchanged glances and shrugged. They found Wallace putting up a picture of Lady Tottington, making a speech about mankind being free from rabbit problems forever.

"Oooook. I'm gonna go to bed. You coming Gromit?" She motioned to the stairs, and Gromit started before her.

"Yes, I'd best be off to bed too. I'll need all me strength for the next rabbit attack." Wallace said as he followed them.

"Night Wallace." Corin called.

"Night Corin. Night Gromit. Sweet dreams, old chum." Wallace called back. As soon as silence was heard, it was broken buy the loud snoring of none other than Wallace.

Gromit rolled his eyes and Corin giggled. "Night Gromit." she whispered, receiving a nod from her friend before they lay down and fell asleep.

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(Gromit's POV)

I awoke with a start to the sounds of alarms from down the stairs. Corin wasn't in her bed, so I went down stairs. I found the kettle, which was part of the contraption which woke me up, had been knocked off. I went into the kitchen to find Corin, frantically trying to find the plug for all the alarms.

"What happened?" She asked, spotting me in her flap. I shot her a look. 'How am I supposed to know?' "That was a rhetorical question, but what do we tell Wallace?"

Before anything else could be done, Wallace came down the shoot.

"Morning Gromit, Corin. A pest-free night by…" he was cut-off when he saw the flashing eyes and heard the sirens going. "…chance." he finished.

(End Gromit's POV)

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"It's a disaster." said one person.

"Me garden's ruined." said another.

"It's carnage out there."

"Where is Anti Pesto."

"Simmer down. Simmer down now." PC Mackintosh called over the crowd in the church. "Right, one at a time, if ya please."

"We pay good money for our crop protection." Mrs. Thrip shouted, waving her umberella at Wallace.

"If ya can't deliver the goods, maybe you should keep yer traps shut." Corin had to dive out of the way and Mr. Crock swung a broken cage to Wallace, and decided to stand in the isle.

"I never saw such cauliflower carnage. Worse than the Great Slug Blight of '32, when there were slugs the size of pigs." Mr. Growbag said.

"Growbag's right! The slugs are back!" Mrs. Mulch cried, sending everyone else into a panic.

"That's enough! That's enough!" PC took of his hat "Look, this flippin' vegetable competition causes nothing but trouble every year.

"Here we go again." Someone muttered.

"I'm tellin' ya, this was arson." he said.

"Arson?" people echoed.

"Yea, someone arsin' around. Yea, one of you lot. A man." another riot started.

"This was no man." Came the vicar's voice. He came down the isle in a wheelchair. "Does a man have teeth the size of axe blades?" he said, grabbing Corins arm as he passed, making her wonder if she should have stayed where she was. "Or ears like terrible tombstones?" he stood up and walked on shaky legs. "And by tampering with nature, forcing vegetables to swell far beyond there natural size, we have brought a terrible judgement upon ourselves." just then someone started playing spooky music on an organ.

"Hey, give over." He told the woman at the organ, who stopped and closed it. "Ya mental." PC Mackintosh muttered.

"And for our sins, a hideous creature had been sent to punish us all. Repent! Repent! Lest you too taste the wrath of… the Were Rabbit!" he turned and pointed to the shape in the broken stain-glass-window, the doors behind him flung open. People began to panic again.

"What is to become of the vegetable show?" the man behind Corin called out.

"We live for our competition. We're simple folk, it's all we have. Who will save us?"

The screams where drowned out by a gunshot. They turned to see Victor Quatermaine in the doorway.

""A Were-Rabbit? Oh, come, come now. I do believe the vicar's been at the communion wine again." he said, walking into the church, not noticing his dog almost being crushed by a statue. ""What we are dealing with here, is no supernatural rabbit. It's a big fellow, perhaps." he said, looking and the smashed window before cocking his gun "But a mortal creature, of flesh and blood. Easily dealt with by a hunter." he said proudly.

"You couldn't hit the right side of Tottington Hall. There is now way we're gonna let you anywhere near that rabbit." Corin said angrily.

"You what?" He raised an eyebrow to the girl.

"I bet you couldn't hit me now." she said.

"I'll take that bet." he said, pointing the gun at her.

"Guns will not be necessary, thank you, Victor."

Lady Tottington interrupted before Victor could even think of puling the trigger. He put the gun away quickly as to seem innocent and put his arm around Corin's shoulders, who just pushed him away. He moved away from me in front of some sort of pitchfork which caused him to look like the devil.

"Hasn't there been enough destruction? I believe the killing of fluffy creatures is never justified. I say we give Anti-Pesto a second chance." Corin smiled as she heard this and nodded triumphantly at Victor, who threw his head back and laughed, making the young girl frown.

"HA! What? How on earth could those tiny-minded buffoons, and a little sissy girl, ever catch such a big rabbit?" Victor looked triumphant for a second, but quick changed his tune when he caught the death glare Corin was sending him.

"Mr. Wallace?" she looked at Wallace hopefully.

"Well… err… with a big trap." He said, unsure. Corin and Gromit rolled there eyes and slapped there heads.

"By Jove, he's- he's got it." My. Crock announced, before going back to his pipe. People started cheering.

Not long after they where on there way home. "Wallace, what exactly are we going to do?" Corin said from the back of the van, Gromit was in the back with her.

"Don't worry you two. I have a plan, I'll explain it when you get up. Now, when we get in your going straight to bed, we've got a long night ahead of us." Wallace said, like it was nothing.

Corin turned to Gromit. "Why do I get the feeling that this isn't going to end well?" Gromit gave her a look that said 'Well this is Wallace we're talking about'

Sorry if it's a little short, I haven't been keeping track of the length of this one. Tell me what you thought. What did you like? What didn't you like? What do you think could be improved? Plz answer at least two of those questions in the review, plz. Keep a look out for the next chapter!