Wallace was enjoying his lie-in.

"Oh, that was lovely beer!" sighed Wallace happily. "Who says that having a lie-in is wasting your life? This is life and – "

Then the bed lunged forward and Wallace slipped down through the hall and landed in the dining hall. He didn't land in a chair, but into a pair of trousers.

"Hey, it's the wrong trousers!" complained Wallace. "The bloody wrong trousers." Then he looked down to where the controls used to be, but not there anymore as there instead was gold plating, saying, "This is dictated to Tim Allen, who committed suicide due to the cancellation of Home Improvement."

Then the trousers beeped and Wallace began to walk!

"Now, stop this, Gromit!"

But the trousers didn't stop and Gromit wasn't in sight.

It was a bright and sunny morning. Not a bird in the sky or a car on the road. But there was an alarm clock… in a dustbin! The lid opened and Gromit was thrown out.

"I'm sorry about the alarm clock, Mr. Oscar," began Gromit, "but –"

"It's not the alarm clock," interrupted Oscar the Grouch. "It's because you can't afford my rent. My breakfast and bed service may seem cheap, but I need money you know."

And he closed down the lid. Gromit sighed and walked off. Later, he looked at signs for rooms to lend. All he could find was no dogs allowed, no pets allowed and no Edward Wood Jr. fans allowed. He sighed, then he saw something. A Wanted sign for a chicken with the prize of £10,000.

"With that money, I could afford a house much more grander than Peter Kay's." Then he heard more screaming! "Help! Gromit!"

Gromit turned around to see Wallace running down the streets and going so fast that he past Rocky Balboa!

"You wanna fight?" shouted Rocky and went after Wallace.

Gromit was so confused that he just walked away. Then he bumped into a red speeding light. A poster lands on his head. He pulls a poster off his head. It read, "Join the DC Flash Charity Race to sponsor the DC enterprise. Techno trousers are allowed!"

Wallace's trouser finally stopped at electrical recycling area.

"Finally," panted Wallace. "A chance for me to get rid of these bloody trousers for good!"

"What's going on, Wallace?" asked Gromit as he caught up with Wallace. "If you want, you could have my present and I'll buy myself an Apple laptop, since Bill Gates let us down with the – "

"NO! It's the bleeding wrong trousers, Gromit, and they've gone bloody wrong!" shouted Wallace, walking away again. "Stop them, Gromit! Get me out!

But Gromit could see something else – the penguin with the techno trousers controls on a remote. Gromit followed him and tried to get a better look. He fell down, crashing a microwave. The penguin turned around, but saw nothing.

"Just another watt exploding," he muttered and walked away, meddling with the controls.

Gromit, hiding himself, had saw everything and knew what to do.

Gromit followed the penguin back to 62 West Wallaby Street, but he didn't go in it. He hid in a Starbucks's shop and look in a pair of binoculars. He could see Wallace yawning and went to bed… in Gromit's techno trousers.

"Wow, Wallace! After a thirty minute jog in town and you're going back to bed already?" asked Gromit cheekily.

Then the penguin walked out. When the time was right, Gromit followed and left some change. A waiter came to pick it up. "Hey, boss!"

The chief waiter came. "What?"

"This customer left change more than he should have. I feel like we must give him it back."

"No," argued the chief waiter. "If he gave us that money, we should keep it. I need to take my family on holiday for the first time in five years."

"But this is thieving!" shouted the young waiter.

"Yeah, but we'll get away with it!"

Gromit tracked the penguin to the museum, thanks to the Ghostbusters's ghost tracker. He threw it in the empty cardboard box. The box rattled and Slimer shot up and flew away. The Ghostbusters followed it. Then Gromit decided to use the box and put it over him.

Inside the box, Gromit met Cyclopes from the X-Men. He used his laser to open to cut the holes for Gromit's eyes to see. He saw the penguin measuring up to a window. Then he saw Tigger bouncing near him.

"Oh, Tigger, could you give me a lift up there?" asked the penguin.

"Bouncing up to windows is what Tiggers do best," answered Tigger.

The penguin jumped onto Tigger's back and Gromit witnessed the two reaching to the window. Tigger jumped down. Then the penguin measured the window. Then…

"Help!" the penguin shouted. "I'm stuck and I can't get down!"

Then Spider-Man arrived and helped him to the ground.

"Thanks, Spider-Man," greeted the penguin, as he waved goodbye. Then he began walking. Then he saw a box with real-life eyes. He walked on and peered in. Then a strange sound is heard and the penguin could see a strange brown-hooded creature in a brown clock. The penguin quickly ran away.

Then Gromit lifted the box and he saw Obi-Wan Kenobi taking his hood off.

"Hello, there. Come here, my little friend. Don't be afraid.

Gromit didn't know what to say or do, but just to walk away.

Gromit ran back to 62 as fast as he could. He ran up to his room and was stunned to see that his bone wallpaper was replaced by fish.

"This is terrible! My wallpaper! Dammit, Wallace, we wouldn't be in this mess if you didn't start this "room to lend" business!" he shouted. Then he realised he went off track and ran to the desk. On it, he found Michael Scofield's plans for breaking his brother Lincoln Burrows out! To make matters worse, he heard the dog flap!

Gromit made sure the room was like he never entered it and hid under the bed sheets with Wallace. Wallace let out a great big fart in bed! Gromit hold his breath, trying not to cough. Then he saw the penguin coming through with a red rubber glove on his head. It was Feathers McGraw from the poster!

Feathers looked at himself with his hand mirror. "Well, this is going to be move convincing than trying to shag Lindsay Lohan!"

A few years ago, Feathers was wearing red swimming trunks and was wearing a Matt Damon haircut. He walked to Lindsay Lohan in a brown bikini on a beach in Florida.

"Hey, there," Feathers said, trying to put on the best Matt Damon voice he could do. "I'm working on this new Jason Bourne movie and I thought you could play the woman who helps him.

"Well… I'll check with my manager," she replied. She then got her phone out and began to rang.

Feathers sat by her and rubbed his wing on her back.

"Uh, I already had a massage," she snapped.

"One more won't hurt," Feathers said calmly and charmingly.

She had enough and began to turn. "Look, if you don't piss off – "

Then Feathers leaned his beak onto her lips! They kissed passionately and they fell down, making out!

Feathers wasted no time putting the helmet on Wallace, getting him out of bed (but he was still asleep and he walking like Captain Jack Sparrow), leading him out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

But that rumbled the room and that started the bed to lean out. That wouldn't be so bad… if Gromit wasn't still hiding in it! Since he was skinny, he slid down quickly, getting into Wallace's trousers!

He screamed as he hid the chair. "Ah! My balls!"

Then the white sleeves caught his arms and the sweater landed on top of him.

"Well, sir, you took my word," cheered the dresser robot. "Listen to a robot sometimes. Just like Luke Skywalker does with C-3PO and R2-D2."

"I'm not Wallace, I'm Gromit!" shouted Gromit.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, sir, your jam and toast awaits you."

The dresser robot wheeled itself away as Gromit turned around to see jam coming without the toast to hit it. So it hit the poor dog's face instead. He sighed and looked up.

"God, could life get any more depressing?"