Every Dog Has Its Day

A fan fiction by Kate-chan 91

Disclaimer: Fangirl equals me; Creator of Wallace and Gromit equals Nick Park, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): I would like to say thank you to my reviewers for reviewing. (Throws toast and bagel to reviewers.) Here's another installment of Every Dog Has Its Day!

Chapter Four: Side Effects May Include...

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"Good morning, Gromit lad! How does a little breakfast so- AAAAAAAAH!" Wallace yelled as he dropped the tray that happened to have carried Gromit's breakfast. He had a reason for doing this, after all: he was not in his bed! Without delay, Wallace started rummaging the dog bone wallpapered room for any sign of his beloved pooch. He was just about to give up when he noticed something was moving under the sheets. Even though it was small-sized, he had a hunch of who it could be, so he pulled the covers back and discovered what looked like a five-month-old puppy.

"By heck... it's a little puppy that looks like... well, Gromit..." Wallace couldn't believe what was going on; this was strange by even 62 West Wallaby Street standards.

Wallace took a few steps backwards and slipped on what turned out to be an odd type of milky white gel. Swiping a finger across the the substance, he realized it could've been the youth cream he mixed specifically for the Relaxationatron 3000.

"Now how did this happen?" He muttered as he examined it and the baby Gromit. Suddenly, he had a flashback...

Wallace was in the basement reading some ladies magazines courtesy of some last minute shopping by the recently updated Shopper 14. As he was reading them, he kept noticing ads for beauty products which guaranteed users that wrinkles and other skin imparities would be gone for longer periods of time than the leading brand. Taking notes about the ingredients the cosmetic ads raved about, he then set those aside to construct the main machine part of the Relaxationatron 3000...

After checking the still unconcious Gromit early the next morning, Wallace had the new and improved (but still somewhat flawed) Shopper 14 go shopping throughout town for ingredients for the final part of his invention: the youth cream. It was while mixing those ingredients that Wallace accidently added an unlabeled chemical into this mixture...

"Well that explains a lot... except for why I left that bottle unlabeled..." Wallace said when he finished his brief flashback.

The humble inventor suddenly felt something scurry over his feet. Looking down, he realized it was just Gromit kicking around his breakfast with his paws; he was positively dirty. As he was leaving the room, Wallace grabbed him and walked towards the basement so his now puppy pal could get spanking clean.

"Now let's give you a quick shampoo..." He chuckled as he placed the dirty puppy into his Knit-o-Matic in order to clean Gromit. Gromit, however, was naturally frightened of the gigantic machine and tried to crawl his way out of Wallace's clutches and run away from the invention; he only managed to do this when Wallace set him on the ground to try to warm up the Knit-o-Matic's controls. As a matter of fact, the inventor didn't even notice Gromit had left the basement until he stooped down to grab him and place him in the Knit-o-Matic.

"Now where did Gromit go?" He asked to himself as he followed the dirty puppy's trail. As it turned out, the tracks followed through the hall towards the doggy door. Uh-oh... Wallace thought as he opened the door and saw Gromit hopping into a huge puddle of brown mud, a sight which nearly gave the inventor heart failure. Wallace's face expressed terror as Gromit the puppy stepped back inside the home with a thick layer of mud soiling his coat. This action was the last straw for the normally humble Wallace- he grabbed his now puppy pal and went upstairs to the bathroom in order to get Gromit clean once and for all; he wasn't going to somewhat tolerate this anymore.

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It was two hours after Wallace finally managed to wash the grime off Gromit and the inventor was still cleaning up the mess Gromit created earlier that day. Unfortunately for him, whenever he would finish cleaning up one mess, Gromit would have made a new mess in the meantime. Inbetween all of this, Wallace kept thinking the same thing: What did I do when Gromit was actually a puppy all those years ago?

Apparently, life on 62 West Wallaby Street must've been very similar to what was occuring that day as Gromit the puppy's antics interrupted the majority of Wallace's daily agenda: inventing, eating his cheese and crackers, even taking a shower of all things, to put it simply. During that timeframe, Wallace eventually became so wiped out that he walked up to his bed a hour or two earlier than he usually did as soon as he placed Gromit into his own bed.

Wallace had been asleep for what felt like a couple of minutes when he felt something pulling at his covers; he immediately woke up and looked at the area where he felt the covers tucking and discovered that it was-

"Gromit! How did you get in here?" After saying these words, he lifted the covers, got out of bed and picked up the little puppy. The inventor then got up and walked towards Gromit's room, placing him onto his bed and then walking back to his own bedroom so he could sleep into his own bed, nice and warm. However, this would not be the case as Gromit came back into his room a couple minutes later, once again pulling the covers. Wallace sighed as he did the exact same procedure; the only difference was that he instructed, "Gromit, stay here and I'll check on you later. Now, good night!" as he left to once again try to catch forty winks.

However, Gromit did not obey his master's command as he got out of his bed about ten minutes later and walked towards Wallace's bedroom, tugging his covers for the third time. Luckily for him, Wallace was not the constantly angry type, but the inventor was still pretty irritated by the time he turned on the lamp on his night-table.

"Gromit!" Wallace yelled, "Go back to sleep in your own bed like a good dog!"

The puppy's eyes, however, told a story: he was tired all right, but he was still a puppy, and wanted to sleep with a loved one, and that very loved one he picked was Wallace.

Wallace immediately apologized as soon as he realized that this used to happen all the time when Gromit was a puppy; he said to him: "Oh, Gromit, I forgot all about that!" He then leaned over on one side and picked up Gromit. As he tucked Gromit into a spot that was close to him, he yawned and stated, "I guess you can stay here with me for just tonight... I will try to get you back to normal tomorrow... Good night, Gromit."

Both fell asleep immediately after that, but later that night, Gromit started tossing and turning in pain, feeling as if he was growing...

End of Chapter Four

A/N: (Sniffs) This is the second to last chapter... Anyway, did you catch my "Cracking Contraptions" reference? (It was the 14th incarnation of Wallace's robotic shopper, AKA Shopper 13 in "Cracking Contraptions".) There was also a couple of references to "A Close Shave" too, in case you're wondering...

Oh, and a couple more things: First of all, you know how aloe vera can help with sunburn? It's the same thing here, only this time Gromit has not only been healed, but has also literally lost years off his appearance due to the youth cream in this fanfic. Second, does anyone remember that in the early shorts, especially "The Wrong Trousers", Gromit would occaisionally growl and even eat even though he didn't have a mouth? It's pretty similar to how the Powerpuff Girls would grab stuff even though they did not have any fingers am I right?

Either way, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. Please comment if you want to, and have a fantastic day!

Ja Ne!

Kate-chan 91

(PS- Can't you believe it's justthree days until "Curse of the Were-rabbit" goes on DVD? (Screams with delight))