They would be aware that the wardrobe was moving as they were fighting.
"What the douche?" asked Feathers, who was watching this. He grabbed his bag and he ran for the door. But, even when he left the room, the wardrobe was jammed like a piece of toast stuck in the toaster, like the dresser robot experiments every day. Then Gromit restrained from fighting from Wallace and saw Feathers.
"Come here, you tiny bastard!" shouted Gromit, trying to capture him, but Feathers jumped down and landed in the coal bunker of the toy train.
"Hmm, just like landing in the real coal!" he muttered to himself.
Back up on the stairs, Wallace was falling down the stairs in the wardrobe and Gromit jumped up and grab the light.
"Oh, thanks for saving the fat man (!)" muttered a mean Wallace.
Upstairs, Horton the elephant was listening to a flower. "Sorry, but what can I do?" he demanded. "If I use my trunk, I would kill everyone! Like taking the petals off!" And he did so, ignoring the cries.
Then a bullet passed through Gromit's head and hit the lamp. He fell on the train.
In the train, everything wobbled, which didn't help the disappointment of the Simpsons.
"I can't believe Matt Groening locked us in here and surrounded to Seth MacFarlane!" complained Homer.
"Well, Homer, you know what they say, 'New is in and Old is out'," interrupted Bart.
"Then how come we're not getting older?" pointed out Lisa.
"We must be immortals!" said Bart.
"But if we are, why are we cooped up in a train?" asked Marge.
"That's the curse of immortals!" answered Bart.
And the Simpsons screamed their head off, while only Bart chuckled and Maggie sucked her dummy.
Back outside, Feathers saw the dog flap on the door and fires it. "Freedom, here I come!" he cheered.
"Not so fast!" shouted Gromit, as he reached out and pushed the red button.
"What the douche?" demanded Feathers, as he noticed the train had changed tracks and was moving off.
"What the hell?" screamed Wallace as he landed on the back off the train and joined the party. "Don't worry, Gromit! I'm right behind you!"
"Yes! Aren't you just?" muttered Gromit.
He was remembering the time he was at the West Wallaby Pokémon Stadium. Wallace and Gromit were fighting off Ash and his best friend Pikachu.
"Er, Gromit, use the Force!" commanded Wallace.
"What?" Gromit knew that was impossible. And even if it was possible, it wouldn't be enough for Pikachu's Lighting Bolt, which fried Gromit to dust.
"Ash and Pikachu win!" announced the announcer. "It seems that Pokemon has enough to stand up against and take over George Lucas!"
All that was left of Gromit was his glaring eyes that rolled over to a scared Wallace.
"Take that, fat man!" shouted Feathers, as he shot past Gromit and –
HIT! No, not Wallace's foot, but a switch that made Wallace jumped tracks. He was going faster past them.
"Hang in there, Gromit! Everything's under control!" called Wallace to Gromit. He rolled to Feathers and snatched the gun. "I'll take that, loser!" And he showed it on his forehead with his finger. He then looked ahead and saw the kitchen hatch. Wallace couldn't get off and he crashed into it, but quickly flew like an eagle and landed on the trolley. And what he didn't see was a crowd cheering and taking pictures of him!
"Very sexy for a bald and hair chest-less man!" chuckled Hugh Hefner, on his judge table, along with three sexy ginger-hair women in yellow bikinis and boots.
Meanwhile, Gromit took off his bulb and started crawling to towards Feathers.
"Stop, Gromit!" a voice called. Gromit did stop and look backwards. So did Feathers. They could see Wallace on the trolley riding along. He was carrying a net.
"Leave this to me! I'll get the little bastard!" he boasted, aiming the net. But then he was swooped off the trolley, because he and his net were hanging on a mammoth head.
"Get the hell off my face!" shouted Manny the Mammoth. Wallace let go and landed on the train.
"You meant, "Get the heck off my hairy face?", eh, Robin Williams?" chuckled the sloth head called Sid who was next to Manny.
"Shut up, Sid!" ordered Manny.
"No wonder they don't come after me," groaned the sabre-toothed tiger called Diego. "It's my teeth that are scaring the hunters."
Back on the track, Gromit would've caught Feathers if the penguin git hadn't pulled the nail out and made his engine further out ahead of the carriages.
"Two slow!" laughed Feathers. "No wonder the Cancer Research UK isn't raising enough money!"
And, with that, he caught a switch and made the carriages go to another track. Wallace and Gromit were watching for their doom. Then Gromit quickly caught a box of spare track and laid it down as fast as he could.
"Are we jumping lightspeed, Gromit?" chuckled Wallace.
"Ha (!) Ha (!) Very funny (!)" muttered Gromit, not finding it funny.
"Oh, mind the Megan Fox table!" shouted Wallace.
Gromit looked ahead. He saw a table with Megan Fox legs on it. They went under. Wallace was looking under and was amazed. "Wow!" he said looking up. He was disappointed, when they were leaving. "Oh, come on!"
Feathers was feeling proud of himself, as he was near the end of his journey. Then he turned around and saw a squad of six X-Wings.
"We're in position!" said the Red Leader. "I'm going to cut across the axis and try and draw his fire!"
The X-Wings dived in and began firing at him, but Feathers fired bullets and the squad went out like a supernova. Then Spider-Man appeared to use his last web ever. Feathers made sure of that. Then he fired a Kryptonite bullet and Superman was super no longer.
But Wallace and Gromit were catching up.
"Hurry up, Wallace! My arms are aching!" Gromit groaned.
Wallace reached as far as he could and he caught the train! But no Feathers? Not even the lost feathers of his favorite feather duster.
But there was still hope. Feathers was still in the coal bunker and was slowing down.
"Missed me?" asked Gromit as he was catching up with the pesky penguin!
"All yours, Gromit!" called Wallace.
Then they both looked ahead and saw Angelina Jolie walking in the techno trousers. Feathers was so focusing on her that he didn't see that his engine bump into the foot. And so Feathers was really now being a bird in the air, but Wallace and Gromit were more birds of a feather because they were looking up and trying to grab him together.
Gromit was so focused on Feathers that he crashed into the cupboard and caught a falling bottle. Feathers was coming in to land…
"In a bloody milk bottle?" And he was. Feathers had finally been caught in a milk bottle. And the diamond fell into Gromit's right paw.
Wallace came up to them. "Well done! We did it!" He cheered.
"We?" murmured Gromit. "I used all the energy in my paws putting tracks on for us!"
"Yeah, but I snatched the gun and the engine!" argued back Wallace.
While man and dog were arguing, Feathers tried to escape the bottle, but he wouldn't even budge. "Oh, dear," he said. "I'm going to have to do a – ". And he did. A big one.
The next day, the news was on TV.
"Good evening, I'm Tom Tucker," greeted the man.
"And I'm Diana Simmons," greeted the woman.
"We now go live to Ollie Williams for the weather forecast. What is it, Ollie?"
"BOILING HOT!" shouted Ollie Williams.
"Thanks, Ollie," said Tom.
"Now," said Diana, "we go over to Tricia Takanawa. How's the zoo, Tricia?"
Tricia was at West Wallaby Zoo. "Well, Diana, why don't you ask these creatures here yourself?" She turned around to a polar bear and gave the microphone to him. "Sir, how do you feel like your freedom's been taken away from you?"
"Well, Tricia," began the polar bear. "I have the freedom here. I'm in heaven. With all the fish and the ice –"
"Thank you, sir," interrupted Tricia. "Now let's find someone who doesn't like it here to get us more viewers."
"Well, this is okay… if it weren't too damn hot!" shouted a camel.
"I'm stuck in disgusting muck!" shouted a warthog.
"I'm angry! Angry!" shouted Feathers. "When I get out of here, I'll trick those two bastards that threw me in here. I'll build my base right here under the zoo and that will lead – "
Wallace had enough telly and so did Gromit.
"That money we got for catching that bird that can't fly away paid off all our debts," said Wallace proudly. "And no more lodgers. More trouble than they're bloody worth!"
"You can say that again," muttered Gromit under his throat.
"I could just fancy a beer, Gromit. Would you say, Guinness?" asked Wallace.
"Yes, Master Qui-Gon," muttered Gromit in a Ewan McGregor accent.
"Don't forget the umbrellas!" shouted Wallace.
While Gromit went to deal with the beer in the kitchen, he took one last good look of his birthday present and thought "good riddance"! In fact, the riddance was so good that the trousers began to sparkle and the foot was starting to move.
Wallace and Gromit raised their glasses and nearly drowned their necks with beer.
"All's well that ends well, that's what I always say," said Wallace proudly.
"Actually, Wallace, that's the first time I ever heard you say that," protested Gromit.
KNOCK! KNOCK! Wallace answered the door to Inspectors Frost and Morse.
"Hi, sir. I'm here to ask about a pair of moving trousers," greeted Morse.
"No! I am!" argued Frost.
"No! I am!"
"No! I am!"
And the two best cops in British Television were acting like the worst students in a pre-school play area. But Wallace and Gromit were drunk that they continue to drink and they were gambling.
"I wage two hundred on John Thaw!" shouted Wallace.
"I'll risk five hundred on David Jason!" shouted Gromit.
"Jason isn't his real name, you know!" shouted back Wallace.
And as they were arguing and gambling, the "pair of moving trousers" was walking and causing havoc and mayhem in West Wallaby.
THE END