"Hey, Wallace?"
Wallace had completely forgotten about Mr. Paaner when he entered the town. He turned to face the shop owner coming out of his shop, carrying a tray of plastic cups. "Hi, Mr. Paaner," he greeted.
"How's my order of fifty gallons of honey coming on, Wallace?"
"Oh, yeah. We're working on it, Mr. Paaner."
"Then why are you out here instead of with your bees?" Mr. Paaner asked.
"Oh," Wallace said. "That's because… uhhhh…" He kept 'uhhhing' as he tried to think of something convincing and he looked at Mr. Paaner, who was looking at him very impatiently for an answer. "That's because I'm getting more stuff for my bees so Gromit and I will get your honey order on time," he managed to finally say.
"I see," Mr. Paaner said. "And how many gallons have you made so far?"
"Oh… about… thirty… seven… gallons?" Wallace didn't say that very convincingly, but Mr. Paaner seemed to believe him.
"Okay, Wallace. Keep up the good work."
Then Wallace saw the tray Mr. Paaner was carrying on his hands. "Are those beer samples?"
"Yes, for my annual 'Sounding of the Crumpets' festival tonight," Mr. Paaner said. "And, yes, they're free. And, yes, even though you wrecked my shop last night, you can have one."
"Oh, thanks, Mr. Paaner," Wallace said, taking one plastic cup of free beer and gulped it all down. "You're so generous that you could be taken advantage of, like how sea turtles choose to let barnacles live on their bodies."
"Sea turtles aren't being generous, Wallace," Mr. Paaner said. "And they're not choosing to let barnacles live on their bodies. They just can't defend themselves from the barnacles sticking onto them and they can't –"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," said a drunk Wallace, as he threw his empty beer cup behind him. It didn't land on Mr. Paaner's tray, but on top of his head.
"See you later." Then Wallace walked off.
"With my fifty gallons of honey?" Mr. Paaner asked.
"Hey, I promised, didn't I?" That was all Wallace said, without even looking at him.
"And you had better deliver them," Mr. Paaner said, taking the empty cup of his head.
Wallace was passing the police station and saw the policeman in a wheelchair outside it. "Good morning, Officer Dibbens," he greeted.
"Is it, Wallace?" Dibbens demanded.
"Who have you caught this time?" Wallace asked.
"Only your bastard mouse robot that destroyed poor Mr. Paaner's shop!" Dibbens replied. "It was the hardest one I ever caught and I caught plenty of other evil robots including the Terminator, Ultron, plenty of Cybermen, plenty of Cylons, ED-209 and C-3PO."
"C-3PO?" Wallace was very shocked to hear that. "I thought he was a good robot."
"Yeah, until he started to learn bad language and bad behaviour from some strange non-English speaking language in the Star Wars universe," Dibbens explained.
"Look, is there anything I can do to get my invention back?" Wallace asked.
"No, Wallace," Dibbens said.
"Not even my petition for his release?"
"The signatures of just one man and his dog are not enough," Dibbens said. "The only way I suppose you could get to be released is to make it behave itself better and especially better than last night. But I suppose that will never ever happen because you can't."
"Oh, it will, I promise," Wallace said. "Please give it another chance, Officer Dibbens. I can prove to you that it can and will change and it's not impossible, just like how Neil Armstrong proved it's not impossible to travel to the moon and land on it, just like how the Wright brothers proved it's not impossible for mankind to fly in the sky, just like how E. L. James proves it's not impossible to write, whether it's her own work or fan fiction and just like –"
"Okay, Wallace! Enough!" Dibbens snapped. "I get the point! I'll go and have a word with it and see if it regrets its actions."
"Oh, it does regret its actions," Wallace said. "Just like how Disney regrets what they did to Star Wars and Indiana Jones and Lucasfilm and Marvel ever since they bought them and how they regret making their live action remakes that they continue to make and how they regret –" Then he saw Dibbens had already enter his police station, so he went to the cell window where his Sniffer 3000 was sitting in its cell.
The Sniffer 3000 looked at Wallace throw the cell window and was delighted to see him. "Master Wallace! Hurray!"
Wallace shushed him."Patience, my friend. I'll get you out if you do exactly what I say."
"Oh, anything, Master Wallace," the Sniffer 3000 said.
"Very good. Now, listen very carefully. This is exactly what I want you to say when Officer Dibbens comes to interrogate you."
Dibbens continued to wheel himself to the Sniffer 3000's cell. As he wheeled, he passed the other evil robots he caught, including Terminators, Ultron and his sentries, the Cybermen, the Cylons, both from the 1978 and 2003 Battlestar Galactica tv series, ED-209 and one robot that annoyed him more than the other robot prisoners.
"Hey, Office Wheels!"
Dibbens sighed as he turned to face the robot prisoner. "What is it now, Bender?"
Bender from the 31st Century burped very rudely. "How long are you going to keep me in here?"
"I keep telling you, Bender," Dibbens said. "You'll be free when your friends from the future come to pay for your bail."
"But it's been locked up in this cell for three months already!" Bender snapped.
"And whose fault is that?" Dibbens asked.
"Hey, I was only a part of Farnsworth's latest experiment," Bender protested. "I didn't know he was going to land me in a China shop in this town in this period of time. And, anyway, I'm very bored. I have no beer to drink, I have no cigars to smoke and I have no robot porn magazines to read."
"Well, it's nice to know that this police station can be used for rehab for prisoners. Now, excuse me. I have another robot to attend to." Then Dibbens continued to wheel himself away.
"Rehab, my shiny ass!" Bender snapped, as he just folded his arms.
Dibbens finally approached the cell that held the Sniffer 3000.
"All right now, you metal mouse bastard!" he yelled. "Shut the hell up and look at me when I'm yelling at you!"
The Sniffer 3000 looked at Wallace, who only nodded at him and pointed to Dibbens. The machine turned to face the policeman.
"Good!" Dibbens said. "Now, what can you tell me about yesterday? Do you know what you did wrong?"
"Oh, yes," the Sniffer 3000 replied. "I know I destroyed a grocery store and ruined everything that people need to live and –"
"Do you regret what you did?"
"Oh, yes, I do," the Sniffer 3000 replied. "I regret everything."
"And if I release you from custody, will you do it again or will you stop being the robot bastard you truly are and change into what society wants you to be?"
"I will improve myself. I will be a very good role model. And I will be the very best robot in the whole wide world. And I will be –"
"Fine, fine," Dibbens said. "That's good enough. You're free to go now."
"Oh, thank you," the Sniffer 3000 said. "Thank you so much. Thank you so very much. Thank you –"
"You're very welcome!" Dibbens snapped. "Now, get the (bleep) out of your cell before I change my mind."
So the Sniffer 3000 did.
Outside the cell, Wallace was very proud that the Sniffer 3000's release was a success. "Oh, boy. That went easier than putting deodorant under my armpits."
Wallace wasn't wrong. He couldn't work out how to use deodorant properly. One day, in his bathroom, he got a deodorant can and tried to work it out. He managed to work out how to make it spray but he would spray it on his face, in his eyes, in his mouth and even in his underpants. He never ever sprayed it on his armpits.
"Boy, I didn't know deodorant was like aftershave," Wallace said, feeling proud of the deodorant mess he made.
Wallace went back to the front of the police station and saw Dibbens and his machine released.
"Well, here you are, Wallace," Dibbens said. "Your mouse robot bastard is finally released. Now, can you promise me that it won't cause any more trouble?"
"I can promise that, Officer Dibbens," Wallace said, "and I will keep that promise."
"Then why is he eating out of the rubbish bin now?" Dibbens asked.
Wallace looked at the nearest rubbish bin and finally saw that the Sniffer 3000 was eating out of the bin. "I meant, starting right now." Then he ran to his machine and picked it out of the bin. "What are you doing?" he snapped. "I got you out of the bin and this is how you repay me? By setting a bad example?"
"I was just so hungry," the Sniffer 3000 said.
"You're a robot," Wallace said. "How can you eat? Now, get back to 62 West Wallaby Street before I return you to Officer Dibbens."
"Very good, Master Wallace." Then the Sniffer 3000 made its way back to 62 West Wallaby Street with something popping out of it.
Wallace went to the thing that popped out. He saw it was an Energides battery, another of the ingredients he needed to make his quick grow muscle formula. Now, he had two ingredients: Grotein and Enegrides. All he needed now was some Strongium and he went to look for it.