The moon rises over the silent 62 West Wallaby Street as the brick homes glisten a faded red. Clouds as dark as the void itself allow the moon to have a more victorious glow over this sleepy town. The roads and streets slick with the previous rain that had passed through that evening. Scampering was then echoed throughout the streets. Small figures were moving within the shadows as if to not catch any attention by any wandering eyes. These figures then darted behind the homes and began to rummage through the backyards. These figures were commonly known as thieves of the night, rummagers of homes, small yet cunning weevils. Only a pair of fellows knew how to deal with these disturbances. However, they were both nestled snugly in bed, seeming undisturbed by this event. To the thieve's folly, one of them had triggered a trap set by this duo. The reminder that the trap had been set off had awoken one of them. A beagle had been awoken by this alarm. The dog in particular was not your average canine. For instance, he was a graduate of one of the best canine colleges and he was very talented. He was awakened by the large array of inventions that had seemed to lace throughout the home. His master, however, was quite far minded and had a rather bizarre way to deal with situations. His name was Wallace. Instead of going to wake his master, he walked past the door and down the stairway. As the dog was headed for the garage, he flipped a few switches then proceeded to the van that was waiting to be started up.
Wallace was still asleep as the front of his bed had gone into the floor and a large trapdoor had opened in its place. The bed had lifted up and he slid down the slide that seemed to go on forever. A bucket of water was immediately thrown onto Wallace's face. He had instantly awoken with a small gurgle. The air driers had quickly dried him off as his ears flapped in the wind. His clothes were set up by machines and he only needed to use gravity to put them on. Wallace was finally dressed by these machines and was ready to go. The technology had followed Wallace as he finally made it into the van, the dog already waiting. "Gromit, why didn't you get ready with me?" Wallace asked. Gromit then gave him a sarcastic look as if he had forgotten. Unfortunately, not everything Wallace invents works properly. As Wallace finished his statement, the hole where Gromit should've come out of had opened. Gromit held out his hand as a slice of cheese had come out of it. "Oh! I didn't know it was still doing that, lad." Wallace said as he was eyeballing the cheese. "I did mean to fix that but, uh. I kind of like it dispensing cheese." he chuckled. Wallace tried to reach out for it, but it was sucked back into the hole.
"Oh well, I guess I should fix it soon. But unless we aren't busy catching pests eh? I swear they shouldn't be nocturnal lad. It's not good for a night's sleep. " he subtly complained. The van then started up and Wallace stepped on the gas, nearly hitting the sidewalk with a wide swerve. The van was not the fanciest. Dents, rust, and a weathered paint job somehow allows it to have a spot of charm. Gromit began to dig through the many tools that they had. He only pulled out a few tools that he believe that they needed. The van passed each house at an impeccable speed. Then it came to a screeching halt in front of the house where the alarm was triggered. As they opened the doors, there were more alarms ringing out as they went down the street. "Alright then." Wallace stated. "I'll take care of this half and you go down the street lad." Gromit approved with a thumbs up and began to go down the street with an oversized net. He then realized that Wallace had only caught three of them with his help. He began to worry for a short moment before he dismissed it. It was only going to be a few short minutes before he had rounded them up. There was no way that Wallace could blunder this up in a few short minutes.
As Wallace walked into the backyard, the alarm was going off as usual. This yard in particular was very lush. Each part of the fence had a bouquet of flowers hanging from it. The moonlight glistened them with a blood red shade to reciprocate the moonlight. The left side of the yard had a pond, large enough to keep a group of koi at least. The right side of the pool had a wet imprint that something had come out of it. The soggy imprints of paws littered the concrete around the pool. As Wallace walked towards the trap, it seemed to have somehow bust through the double layered mesh. The hole seemed larger than any other pest. "How did he do this?" Wallace asked himself silently.
The sudden clatter of tools had startled Wallace as he jumped a little bit into the air. He quickly regained his calm compound slowly tiptoed toward the sound. It led to a tool shed. He reached out for the doorknob, slightly shaking. The door opened with a squeak, then groaned as Wallace opened it all of the way. He looked around, slightly poking his head in, gulped, then took a few steps forward. Then a patter of paws came from the right side of the shed. The sound caught his attention instantly and carefully came towards it. He peered down under the table. "Oh! There you are!" Wallace exclaimed as he tried to reach for it. It shuffled further away from his hands as he tried to grab it. "Come on now. We have to get home." Wallace strained.
Gromit returned to the van with all of the pests including the ones Wallace had to get. He then looked at the clock tower and realized he had beat his record by 8 minutes. As he was writing down his new record, he had realized that Wallace had not returned yet. A loud clatter was heard in the backyard where Wallace had gone into. Gromit walked into the yard where Wallace was. The door to a shed was open slightly. He pushed it open further as moonlight poured in. It didn't seem like enough to fill the entire room with light. Gromit noticed a pair of eyes staring back at him. They were a fine glowing yellow as it protruded through the darkness. The eyes became a blank stare into a harsh glare. Gromit was frightened about the fact that Wallace was nowhere to be found and that he was face to face with a giant beast. He then gathered up his courage then replaced his large net for a nearby tiller. The creature seemed to walk on it's hind legs as it walked forward him.
Upon further examination, it was Wallace with a small wolf atop his head, gnawing at his hat. The wolf was also holding a gigantic koi stolen from the pond. This display was goofy in fashion since Wallace seemed vulnerable with this wolf chewing on his hat. Gromit lowered the tiller and seemed to laugh at Wallace. "Please help him off me head lad." Gromit reached for the wolf whilst it was being distracted. The wolf was grey and cream colored and was very naughty. This pest was a small species of wolf and many consider it fox-like due to its mischievous disposition. It didn't struggle in his grasp as he got it off of Wallace's head.
"You've caused us some trouble tonight you little tyke." Wallace sternly said. "We thought you were a big problem." He then patted the small wolf on the head as he was going to the van. "Well, I should get cracking on the rest of them." Gromit then opened the door for him revealing that he had caught all of them. "Ah! Well done lad! I guess these kippers will always be a problem, I might have to come up with a way to capture them easier, hmm?" Gromit was uneasy about Wallace coming up with new inventions. Most of them end up either as partial successes, or complete failures. He was more afraid of Wallace harming himself with these inventions. Gromit eventually allowed this idea because there was no point in denying Wallace's inspiration. "I guess we could work on it tomorrow because I am bushed." Wallace yawned. "Gromit decided to drive back and called this a successful capture.
A huge sign with the name Anti-Pesto shone in the moonlight as they came closer home. Wallace pressed a button before they were even there. This happened to be the garage door. It slowly opened as the duo drove in. It was open wide enough to nearly slip the van in. As they made it inside the garage, the door shut much faster than it opened. "I'm going to have to fix that too lad. It didn't used to be so hard to open." Wallace said. Gromit had already grabbed as many of the wolves that he could carry and went down to the basement. "Naughty fellows, you should be glad that we're generous." Wallace scolded to the wolves he had grabbed at he walked toward the basement. One of them stuck their tongue out at him. As Wallace made his way down the steps, the basement was almost full of these wolves.
Gromit motioned for Wallace to give him his wolves. Wallace then went back upstairs back to his room. Being reassured since Gromit had already done his job. Gromit stayed behind to absorb the fact that the space in the basement was running thin. He then decided to deal with it in the morning. Gromit then walked up the basement steps, shut the door and locking it from behind.