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About a week after Lady Tottington was entered in the pageant, she received the papers that told her what competitions would take place in the competition. There was a talent contest, swimsuit contest, evening wear contest and an interview. She called Wallace that night and confessed her worries to him.

"Oh, Wallace." Lady Tottington sighed. "I'm so nervous to compete in the evening wear contest."

"Why is that?" Wallace asked.

"Well…" she admitted. "I've been known to be very clumsy in high heels."

"That's not a problem," Wallace said. "You can get over that in no time!"

"Nuh-Uh!"

"Yuh-Huh!"

"Nuh-Uh!"

"Yuh-Huh!"

"Look," she said. "Instead of arguing over this over the phone, let's meet at The Haggard Fisherman restaurant tomorrow at noon and I'll be wearing heels."

"Okay," Wallace said. "See you then!"

"Ta, ta!" Lady Tottington exclaimed as she hung up the phone.

Gromit gave Wallace a look that said, "What was that 'Nuh-uh, Yuh-Huh!' fight about? That is so kindergarten!"

"Totty's having some pre-preliminary pageant jitters; that's all." Wallace replied. "We're having lunch tomorrow at The Haggard Fisherman restaurant tomorrow. Do you want to join us?"

Gromit's ears perked up and eyes brightened as if to say, "The Haggard Fisherman! I love their fish 'n' chips! I'm definitely going with you guys."

"I'll take that as a yes." Wallace chuckled, patting Gromit on the head.

The next day at noon, Wallace and Gromit were sitting at the non-alcoholic bar at The Haggard Fisherman restaurant. They waited for about five minutes, then Lady Tottington, dressed in a purple dress and tottering on high heels, came walking clumsily leaning right and left and catching heels in every which direction. One time, she even tipped over into an old, blind man who was happily sipping his root beer but was surprised to have a Lady of the Manor fall on him and spill his root beer.

Lady Tottington got up, soaking in a sweet carbonated beverage and said to the blind man, "Sorry! I owe you a root beer." She walked over to the bar where Wallace and Gromit were sitting and Gromit was happily chewing on his fish 'n' chips.

"Hello, Totty!" Wallace said as he looked at Totty, soaked in root beer and covered in fried fish. "Oh…"

Gromit looked up from eating his lunch and saw Lady Tottington covered in food and drink as if to say "What happened to you?"

"This is a demonstration of what high-heel shoes do to me." Lady Tottington said, a bit embarrassed.

"Oh," Wallace simply replied. "Would you like anything to eat? I'm paying."

"I'll have a chicken salad wrap." Lady Tottington said to a waiter who was conveniently nearby.

"Right away, ma'am." The waiter said. Then he scurried to the kitchen to make it.

"I don't know how I'm going to survive in high-heels!" Lady Tottington cried.

"Have you ever thought about wearing flats?" Wallace asked.

"Yes," Lady Tottington replied, as the waiter put her order on the table. She took a bite into it. "But the regulations say that you must wear heels in order to compete."

"Oh," Wallace said. "We could get you a trainer!"

"I never thought about that." She said. "Good idea!" She finished and Wallace paid for her and Gromit's food, who was obviously content from eating his favorite meal. They walked out of the restaurant and out into the outside.

Victor Quartermaine, who was in another corner of the restaurant, overheard the conversation.

"So Campanula needs a trainer…" he said. He made an evil plan in his mind and cackled evilly. Then, the blind man that Lady Tottington fell on came up to Victor and said, "You're the lass who owes me the root beer!" The old man then beat Victor with his cane, leaving him black and blue, but still evilly plotting.

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