Gromit picked up Flipper and took him back down to the basement. He gently set him on a pile of boxes as he curled up like a wolf. He put a quilted blanket over the sleeping wolfish creature. Gromit then decided it was time to feed the other kipper wolves as he picked up a heavy bucket of assorted fishes. Each pen was given two fish as they were each about the normal size of one kipper wolf. They always gobble down fish greedily as soon as it is within grasp. Gromit finished the task quite easily and set the bucket beside the barrel of fish. He walked up the stairs of the basement to notice the buzzing sound of Wallace waiting for breakfast. Gromit rushed to the lever and pulled it down quite crudely. Wallace landed in the chair with a thud as the machines dressed him as usual. "Ah. A little late huh, lad?" Gromit shook his head in defiance. He picked up a fish and wolf ornament. "Oh! You were feeding the wolves? Right, now for us, we should worry about the rather fishy details of this wolf issue." Gromit nodded as he stared unconfident at Wallace. "What? What is the issue lad?" He shook out of this uncomfortable daze and shook his head reassuring Wallace that nothing was wrong. "Right." Wallace said as he raised the newspaper and immediately put it down, giving Gromit a harsh look. "What on Earth is this lad?" He then shoved the newspaper at Gromit. Gromit was knocked onto the floor by Wallace's strong shove, nearly hitting his head on the floor. Wallace noticed this action he had done and looked at his hands. "Oh- I am so sorry lad! Here let me help you up!" Wallace sprung out of his chair and over to Gromit. He lifted Gromit off of the ground with ease. He noticed a difference in his eyes as Gromit looked at him with a certain fear, not the trusting look he had always had given him. "I am dreadfully sorry lad." He said as himself and Gromit got into their chairs. "This blasted headache and terrible dreams have gotten me into a bind I cannot control. I feel much more aggressive than I have been I suppose. What I meant to show you was the inside cover of the paper."
Gromit opened the paper to show a blurry photo of himself and Flipper in the van catching the wolves. "Anti-Pesto has yet to catch the giants." Gromit really couldn't tell what was wrong with the photo as it seemed to be promoting the business. He shrugged and looked back at Wallace. "Who is that in the van with you, lad? He looks like one of our competitors." Gromit shook his head and pointed at Flipper in the photo then back at Wallace. "That's me? Hmm, I suppose me mind is playing tricks on me. Oww… Me eyes hurt too-" Wallace rubbed his eyes a little bit. "We might need to head to the shops for some pain relievers. These headaches are not good company and are becoming much worse." Gromit went into the kitchen with a small bag of ice. Wallace put it overtop of his head and sighed a bit as the cold recuperated with the pain. "Thanks." he said with a cheerfully distraught smile.
The doorbell rang and the phone at nearly the same time. Wallace picked up the phone and Gromit dashed to the door. Gromit opened the door to see the angry resident the night before. "What do you have to say about this dog?" He shoved a full fish skeleton in Gromit's face that was easily 3 times bigger than he was. Gromit was a bit overwhelmed by the fact that this skeleton was thrown onto him and that a customer was looming over him expecting him to hold it. Wallace was stammering and nearly jabbering nonexistent apologies in the next room. Gromit finally got up and gave the skeleton back to the customers and offered him a handshake as an apology. The client hesitated but eventually gave him a firm handshake. Gromit then gave him a few half off tickets for any device they could repair later. Gromit closed the door when he knew the client had left. He joined Wallace back into the dining room, still speaking on the phone. Wallace lost interest eventually and unplugged the phone then turned to look at Gromit. "They are all asking about those giant wolves. Were there more than two lad? Agh- my head is spinning like a top and the mind is fuzzy." He rubbed the pack of ice over his head, eventually taking it off and laying his head on the table. Gromit went to his side and patted his back then picked up the shops basket, leaving out of the door.
Gromit walked to town finding minimal scratches and damages across the small corner. Postage was scattered everywhere and flying about. Some signs from the shops were missing or hanging in one piece. Gromit soaked in some of the destruction as he looked around. Could Wallace have caused all of this destruction? Or was it the second one? These thoughts raced through his head when he walked into the grocer. "Oh, hello Gromit! You need something?" said the clerk with a cheerful smile. Gromit pulled out his list and showed it to her. "Ah, running low on fish hmm? Are you keeping Wallace on his diet?" she chuckled. Gromit snickered a bit then thinking of his werewolf condition. "That man. I swear he is never too far from inventing or his cheese in that manner. However he is a little daft huh? I can't blame him either, for a man of his age you would think he would stop this inventing nonsense. I probably shouldn't be waffling on this subject anymore. I should be getting your supplies." Gromit looked around the small shoppe and noticed some large nets that caught his eye. He went over to them and inspected the size. They were pretty large, but it looked like he needed two or three separate nets. They could be easily modified and sewn together to make a much larger net to catch Wallace before he transforms. As soon as the clerk returned to the register, he threw the three giant nets onto the countertop. "Oh! Do you need these too? I suppose it would be much easier to catch the werewolves with a few giant nets like these." Gromit nodded, pretending to hide his known knowledge. He then paid for the expenses on the supplies and walked away. "Ta!" she shouted at Gromit as he left the door towards home.
The supplies were pretty heavy considering most of the weight was fish. He looked around and found a little toy wagon lying about. He was certain that the kid who last used it didn't mind him using the wagon to get home. He sat all of the supplies onto the wagon and hopped in. Some gravity was aiding Gromit home however, it was rather uneven and bumpy on the ride home. That changed at an instant to where he was nearly breezing past several homes. He then spotted the house and made a sharp turn into the driveway only to make a crash landing on the garage door.
Wallace opened the front door scowling with one of his slippers in his hand, thinking it was a pest at the garage. He turned to see Gromit in a pile of netting and other supplies. "Oh! There you are, lad. I suppose you went to the shops without me?" Wallace ran over to Gromit as he started to get the heavy objects off of him. Gromit nodded as Wallace helped him up once more. "I suppose that netting is going to assist us later. There was something I was going to tell you before you left." Gromit began to listen attentively, hoping to hear that Wallace had caught on to his affliction. "Did you get more medicine? That would be just grand." Gromit sighed, defeated and handed over the liquid medicine. Wallace inspected the bottle realising the label. "Only grape flavouring?" Wallace whined. Gromit nodded as it was the only flavour the shops had. "Better than nothing I suppose." Defeated, Wallace walked back indoors with the bottle of medicine, leaving Gromit with the netting and fish. He opened the garage and began to carry the heavy load of fish inside. He hid the netting inside the van for now. Wallace spied Gromit as he walked past the hallway with a few large fish. "Here lad I'll take one of those." Wallace snatched a large tuna away from the barrel. Gromit shook his head nervously as Wallace was about to take a bite out of a raw it. Wallace had already taken a big bite out of the fish before Gromit could stop him. "Mm. Quite salty that is." Raw chunks of fish and scale laid on the floor as Wallace walked away with it and back into the sitting room. Gromit was still astonished yet he had already known Wallace's secret. He tried to shake it off as he opened the door to the basement.
The door opened with a creak and groan then the cold concrete steps made Gromit shiver with each step. Flipper was trying to fix the Mind-Swapper-2.0. "There you are lad!" Flipper said with a wag of his tail. "The machine might need a few more days of working and we might need some more fluctuators. Oh! And some…" he rambled on about the parts he needed. Gromit was hardly paying attention until Flipper shoved a blueprint in his face. "Here! This will help us back to normal!" It was a rather crude drawing of the machine and the reversal progress. "My theory is that if myself and Wallace connect with the wolves that were first experimented on, then the effects could be reversed back to the wolves. However, I hardly have the time to fix the Mind-Swapper-2.0. Or-" He ran to a part of the room where there was a mess of blueprints. "One moment lad!" he shouted behind him. Flipper threw around some blueprints muttering to himself. "Ah! There it is!" he then pulled out a blueprint as if it were an ancient scroll. He opened it beside Gromit. "Or we could suck out the nasties and put it in a container! However, these effects will not work if the moon is no longer full. I've also been thinking of the allotment of Wallace controlling his transformations for good purposes only. I'm sure you can keep him in line for that. If that's not for you, I will allow the jar project to work." Gromit was in between a decision of a controlled transformation or a containment. For the time being he chose the containment option. "Ah! Will do. If you're unsure, I can still build the second option for now!" Gromit nodded just in case the first option would backfire. "I best be off to it I suppose! Best of luck old chum!" Flipper waved as Gromit made his way back up the stairs.
The bits of fish were still on the floor and as Gromit came back with the broom and dustpan, Wallace walked back into the hallway. "Oh. Sorry lad. I suppose I had left a mess." Wallace grabbed the tools and cleaned up the mess. "Here you are, lad." Wallace then handed back the tools and followed Gromit to the kitchen. Wallace then searched the cupboards as Gromit emptied the rubbish. Wallace grabbed a tin of sardines and handed it to Gromit for assistance. He got the tin open then handed it back to Wallace. Gromit was suspicious at this point due to the fact that Wallace had finished a large tuna by himself and somehow still had room for extra. He took the tin from Wallace right before he could eat it. Wallace growled really deeply, frightening Gromit. He gave the tin back to him then only to have Wallace walk away as if he hadn't just growled at him. Gromit's heart sank to this action and was almost frozen in terror. He walked out of the kitchen to find Wallace sitting in his chair fiddling with a fork. The tin was licked clean as it sat beside Wallace. He seemed distracted as Gromit steadily reached for the tin, in fear that Wallace would do something unpredictable. As Gromit got a paw on the empty container, Wallace sharply turned his head with a sad expression. "Gromit. I understand that, urm. I have been going through… changes. I also understand that I had frightened you back in the kitchen. That machine must've done something to me head. I cannot think straight anymore and my noggin has never had this much fog. The throbbing is becoming bothersome as well, this medicine ordeal hardly does anything for it. I really hadn't had bad headaches like this since I was a very young lad." Wallace picked up a napkin and blew his nose. He then grabbed his forehead in pain and put his head on the table. He was also subtly crying to himself whilst doing so. Gromit patted him on the back in pity. He decided it was best to leave Wallace alone for a while, so he took the tin to the rubbish bin. Gromit went back into the garage for the netting. He opened the van and grabbed the awkwardly sized objects. Gromit made his way to the sitting room and proceeded to knit the nets together.
Hours had passed and Wallace was fast asleep at the table again. Gromit had finally finished the large amount of netting then set it aside. Gromit had caught something out of the corner of his eye and saw that there was a parade going down the street. He opened the door to let in a cacophony of joy and music. This had awoken Wallace in the other room as he quickly made his way to the front door. "What is all this commotion lad?" he shouted. The parade wasn't even that loud, however it was loud enough to start a headache. "Oh! I had forgotten! It would be the night festival wouldn't it?" Gromit must've forgotten too because of the confusion that filled the air. "But isn't this supposed to be, well, at night?" An officer then caught wind of this statement. "No, we cannot do it tonight. Not with those meddlesome werewolves mucking about. Unless you two were going to do something about it like you had done last night." Gromit held up the netting that he patched together. Wallace picked up part of the netting and inspected it. "Surely this might be big enough to catch one of the brutes." "Aye. Hopefully you will be able to contain these beasts with the fact you might be running low on storage." "Oh, everything will be under control officer! We will be sure of it." "You'd best or else this town will be running you two out of business." The officer walked away assuming that everything was fine. Wallace began a cold sweat then put his arm around Gromit as if he was going to faint. Gromit was frightened by this action as Wallace relied on him to prop himself upward. "Oww- Me legs hurt so much." Wallace was struggling to maintain balance as Gromit helped him back into the house. "Hopefully, I won't need a cane lad. I hate for it to come to this. I can't control me headaches, dreams and now my ability to walk?!"
Gromit sat Wallace in his lounge chair as he rubbed his legs in pain. "This hardly compares to the time I jumped out of a high tree in Gran's yard. I had to wear bracers for nearly a year. I remember that bright sunny day, she yelled at me for being in a tree that high. 'Wallace! What have I told you about being in the orchard?' She was not the happiest at the moment, but we ended up making biscuits after." he managed to chuckle. "Would you fix us a cupper, please lad. Maybe it might help." Gromit steadily made his way into the kitchen. How would his legs hurt suddenly? Could he be able to transform at any time? Gromit wandered in his thoughts as he put together the tea, only to find out he was putting the wrong things onto the tray. He noticed his mistake and embarrassed by himself, put the correct items onto the tray. Gromit then added another tin of sardines in case Wallace were to ask about it. As he was walking to the sitting room, he heard some clatter inside there. Almost as if there was a struggle. Gromit was quick to set the tray somewhere to not make a sound. He hesitantly peeked the door open to find Wallace tearing up a pillow on all fours. Claws and sharp teeth were present as he was ripping up the pillow into shreds and bits all across the floor. It was only sunset at the time so the process wasn't meant to start until it was fully dark outside. Wallace caught Gromit in his sights and dropped the pillow, looking at him with glowing golden yellow eyes. Snarls emitted from him that sounded more beastlike than human at this point. Gromit snapped quickly for the net as he heard Wallace go towards the door. Gromit threw the net when Wallace bashed the door open rather violently. The net covered Wallace as he growled and snarled struggling to get free. Gromit quickly tried to tie on the weights so he wouldn't be able to escape. He was successful as the heavy weights had made him stop for a short moment. Gromit used the rug to get Wallace back into the sitting room. He then walked back to the tray to grab the sardines. Wallace stopped thrashing about as he saw Gromit with the tin of sardines. He almost sat upright like a begging animal. He opened the tin revealing the stench of the oil covered morsels. Wallace's doglike whining was desperate for these small bits of fish as his fingers tried to reach through the netting. Gromit was too scared to go near him in this state, so he threw the fish at Wallace as it landed in front of him. He almost inhaled the entire fish and was still begging for even more. Gromit carefully approached him with the tin and noticed a change in his behaviour.
Wallace then began to howl in pain as he started growing a muzzle and patches of fur began to sprout around his face. Gromit looked out of the window and saw the moonlight pouring inside then looked back at Wallace. He tried to stand underneath the netting but the weights holding down the net were too heavy. He fell back onto the floor as his legs turned more animalistic. The fur and thick waterproof skin covered his five fingers making them more into paws than hands. Bits of his clothing were torn around everywhere as he even tried using his teeth and claws to rip them off. The fur around his face turned from a rosy pale, to a bleak and dreary grey with the blue grey undertone as the rest of his clothing was nothing but a pile of thin strips and shreds. The beast noticed it was under netting and laid down its tail making jerking movements like a cat, staring at Gromit. Gromit inched closer to the beastly Wallace. He eyed Gromit suspiciously subtly growling in fear. Gromit carefully held the tin in his paws and picked up another sardine. This Kipper Wallace then widened his eyes to the offer sitting upright once again. He sniffed at the fish Gromit was holding, licking his lips. Kipper Wallace groaned and whined wolflike. He's completely gone. Gromit thought to himself. I wonder… He then had to make sure that he had Wallace's attention for long enough. Gromit moved the sardine around to see if Wallace would follow the fish. He indeed had! Gromit then threw the fish towards Wallace. He caught it with two snaps of his jaws carefully awaiting the next fish. Gromit then tried tricks without the sardines. Gromit made him sit, lie down and shake. So, he could be trained with and without a bribe. Gromit left the room as Kipper Wallace whined and wailed when he left. Gromit picked up a book about the wolves of England and scrolled through until he found an article about kipper wolves.
As highly intelligent creatures of the night, the common kipper wolf will follow the leader of a bigger or more intelligent animal. Most of these wolves can be considered pests or pets toward humans much like the common rabbit. However, it is not advised to allow indoors as they are very untidy and will hide objects. If you happen to stumble upon training these little fellows, they are really trusting towards humans and can be easily trained. But since the new rule that had been ordered, these wolves cannot be kept as pets. So in society today, these wolves for now are considered a menace and a pest. In the eyes of others who have the pleasure of being with these wolves should be considered lucky that they trust you.
Gromit closed the book with the new information he had learned and returned to the whining Wallace. He had more confidence to remove the weights. Wallace wiggled out with only three of the weights removed. He stared at Gromit with the glowing yellow eyes and lowered his head to his level. Gromit raised a paw to him. Kipper Wallace sniffed it at first then put his own paw on top. Gromit put his paw down then walked with Kipper Wallace in the hallway, directly behind. They went out of the front door as Wallace suddenly laid down looking at Gromit. Gromit was confused until he realised that he was going to allow him to mount. Gromit struggled to get on at first, but then made it on top of him. Kipper Wallace then howled for his pack as the smaller wolves came from every direction to surround the giant wolf. They seemed to be communicating in a language that Gromit couldn't understand. Then the smaller wolves started running to the right side of the street. Eventually Wallace leaped after them with Gromit barely holding on. Gromit was gripping onto Wallace's fur, nearly flapping in the wind like a beaten rug. Gromit then noticed there were much more wolves in the midst of the streets hiding away from the lights as he was taken away by Wallace, wherever he was going. Deep in the night further and further away chasing something.