American Cheese

A fan fiction by Kate-chan 91

Disclaimer: I'm posting this as fanfiction for a reason…

Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): (Throws toast to Banjkazfan) Here's the latest chapter to one of my oddest fanfics!

Enjoy!

Chapter Three: Getting Adjusted

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Several weeks later, Wallace jumped on his queen-sized bed like a schoolboy. Laughing, he said to Gromit, "WHEE! This is so much fun, Gromit! Joining me sometime later, per chance?"

Lacking a mouth, Gromit did not answer him verbally. Instead, he shook his head back and forth to signify a 'no' answer, and went back to his knitting. He had only resumed doing so for a brief moment when the phone suddenly rang.

Wallace picked it up and answered, "Hello? This is Wallace sp—"

"Mister Park! Bancroft speaking. I just wanted to remind you about two things…"

"Oh! What are they?"

"First one… You and Gromit are going to that board meeting concerning your show tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, sir…"

"Good, good… The meeting's at one PM sharp. Don't be late!"

"Okay! But Mister Bancroft, you didn't tell me the second thing yet…"

"Don't you remember? I'm going to baby--er, dog sitting your dog while you leave to get your visa. I'm just about to leave my office, so I'll see you in a couple of minutes. Bye!"

Wallace docked the phone and looked at Gromit with a worried look. He then asked, "Gromit, do you know where the American history book is, per chance?"

Gromit grabbed a book off the chair nearest to him and tossed it to his friend and master. Sure enough, it was the book Bancroft let him borrow so he could study for his visa application.

"Thank you, Gromit!" he said as he leafed through the pages, trying to find a page of nothing but fast facts.

The phone rang again.

"Hello?" Wallace asked after he answered it.

The voice of a woman replied, "Is this Wallace Park speaking?"

"Yes…"

"This is Miranda from the front desk… A man is saying that he is Garret Bancroft would like to see you…"

"All right, thanks for telling me! He's going to watch me dog!"

"The one without a mouth? Good luck to him!" Miranda, the lady manning the front desk, said before hanging up.

Wallace docked the phone, grabbed a suitcase, and looked at Gromit. "Gromit!" the inventor said to his friend. "It's time to go downstairs!"

Gromit walked on all fours towards Wallace. His human friend and master placed a collar and leash around his neck, and they walked down towards the front desk.

"Park!" Bancroft yelled when he saw the pair. "What took you so long? You're going to miss your flight if you don't hurry up!"

"Oh, right! Thanks for watching Gromit; he shouldn't give you much grief… I'll be back in a couple of days, bye!"

And with that, Wallace left in a rush, leaving Gromit with Bancroft in the only hotel in town that accepted dogs.

"So, where's he going?" Miranda asked.

"He's going to apply for a visa so he can stay in the states." Bancroft answered.

"Oh… But why does he need to get a credit card to stay here?"

"Sigh…"

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Upon arriving in the hotel room, Bancroft placed his briefcase on the desk located next to the TV and turned on the television set. Turning his head to see the mouthless dog, he instructed him: "Just watch TV until I need you, okay? And don't make any noise beforehand, or I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

Gromit reluctantly obeyed, surfing through all of the channels until he decided to watch a knitting tournament.

As for Bancroft, he took a few sheets of paper out of his briefcase and started writing a letter. The letter, which was addressed to the headquarters of Ripley's Believe it or Not, composed of the following:

Dear Sir or Madam:

I am well aware that your corporation seeks out the strangest things in the world. Keeping that in mind, I would like to present you a dog I have recently came across. His name is Gromit and he was born without a mouth. I have enclosed a photo of him for proof.

Thank you in advance for reading!

Sincerely,

Mister G. Bancroft of Milwaukee, WI.

Immediately after penning the letter, Bancroft took a camera out of his suitcase, aimed it at Gromit, and commanded him: "Okay, smile, er, do whatever you do, and sit still so I can get this done!"

Gromit, looking at the grimacing producer, decided to follow his orders; he sat still and Bancroft took the picture.

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A couple of days passed. Gromit and Bancroft were waiting for Wallace at the front entrance of the hotel. To kill time, Gromit started knitting a red scarf for his beloved inventor companion. The producer, on the other hand, looked at his watch every few seconds or so and tapped his right foot. Both of them only quit doing so only when they noticed that a particular bald man carrying a few brown paper bags walked towards the front entrance; all seemed well until Wallace stepped into the hotel and passed through the metal detector.

A loud beeping noise sounded without warning. Bystanders were staring at him as the security guard on duty inspected his bags. Dumping the contents on the floor, he found a saw, nails and other hardwood tools.

"What were you going to do with these?" he asked Wallace as he took out a pair of handcuffs.

"Well, sir, I am an inventor and I always wake up in the morning by going down a shoot to my kitchen…"

"Oh, no you don't! Return that stuff before you are arrested for possessing weapons with intent to harm!"

Freaking out, Wallace grabbed his recently bought tools, threw them into a bag, and ran outside towards the hardware store.

After a brief moment of silence, Bancroft sighed, and Gromit covered his face with one of his paws and shook his head. They then resumed their pre-alarm activities.

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"Well, that little mishap aside, today wasn't that bad, eh, lad?" Wallace asked later that day as he grabbed a slice of cheddar and placed it on a cracker.

Gromit responded by looking at him and shrugging.

Wallace then looked at the clock radio on the night table. Eyes widened, he said, "Oh dear! It's getting late! We should go to sleep right now and get to that meeting on time!"

And with that, he put the cheese and crackers away and undressed down to his undershirt and boxers. (Gromit, meanwhile, put his knitting away and put a nightcap, tassel and all, on his head.)

When everything was taken care of, Wallace yawned and then turned the lamp behind the clock radio off. The last thing he said before going to sleep was a simple, three word sentence:

"Good night, Gromit!"

End of Chapter Three

A/N: The next chapter will involve the first board meeting. Until then, have a good day!

Ja Ne!

Kate-chan 91

(PS- Visa was around by then; it came around in 1976. Please thank Wikipedia for that random tidbit.)