As Wallace tried to work out how to speed up the growth of his new flowers to meet his deadline tonight, he felt something slip out of his trouser pocket. He picked up it and saw it was the flyer of Rye Armstrong's Quick Grow Muscle Formula. Then the specific words 'Quick Grow' made him think and became interested in reading the whole flyer. Then he reread the 'Magical Ingredients', which were 'Grotein', 'Enegrides' and 'Strongium'. Then that gave him an idea. If he could find those magical ingredients and make the quick grow formula and then put it on his flower seeds, maybe that would speed up their growth.

"Genius!" Wallace boasted. "This is better than my brilliant idea of presenting my Christmas Cardomatic to Father Christmas."

One Christmas, Wallace and Gromit went to the North Pole to see Father Christmas, his reindeers and his elves and show them their Christmas Cardomatic that they built themselves to help spread even more Christmas spirit around the world. They even gave them a demonstration. Gromit dressed up in his robin costume and posed for Wallace to take the photos. Then Wallace turned the machine on to make the Christmas cards. When the finished cards came out, they were all a complete mess. The photos that Wallace took off Gromit on the cards were very blurry and the writing on them were very messy.

"Well, Father Christmas, what did you think?" Wallace asked.

Father Christmas looked at these Christmas cards and then he looked at Wallace and Gromit. "I think that these cards are just so…"

Wallace looked hopeful.

"Goddamn awful!" Father Christmas snapped.

That wasn't the reaction Wallace was expecting at all.

"These cards are so terrible that they're not worth giving to naughty children!" Father Christmas went on. "You said your invention was going to spread the spirit of Christmas! It's done nothing but suck the spirit of Christmas!"

Wallace and Gromit didn't know what to say.

Soon, Wallace left 62 West Wallaby Street and made his way to get the special ingredients in town when –

"Wallace, over here!"

Wallace looked ahead to see one of his neighbours, Major Crum, sitting on a wooden bench.

"Yes, I'm talking to you, Wallace!" Crum yelled. "Get your fat ass over here!"

Wallace approached him. "What is it, Major Crum?"

"I've got a feeling," Crum said.

"And what is this feeling you have?" Wallace asked. "Joy? Sadness? Fear? Disgust? Anger? Anxiety? Envy? Ennui? Embarrassment? Nostalgia?"

"Enough with the emotion characters from Inside Out please, Wallace," Crum said. "I feel that something wicked is about to happen. Something that's going to come from the skies and attack this street, like the Wicked Witch of the West's flying monkeys or those nasty evil aliens in Independence Day as good examples."

"Or should you say evil examples?" Wallace asked.

"Oh, good one, Wallace," Crum said.

"So what can we do about this invasion?" Wallace asked.

"Look at this."

Wallace looked at what Crum put onto the park bench next to him. "A snail?" It was a snail. "Oh, I get it. Looking at snails is going to save the world."

"No, Wallace," Crum said.

"I'm sure everybody who cares about the planet will agree with me, Major," Wallace said. "You know, eco system and everything."

"No, that's not what I meant, Wallace," Crum said. "I meant, what's Meg the snail trying to tell us?"

Wallace looked at Meg the snail. "I don't know what she's trying to tell us. I can't even see her. She's in her shell." She was. She had gone back into her shell.

Then there came a mumbling noise. It was coming from the shell.

"What was that now?" Wallace asked the snail.

The mumbling noise continued.

"I'm sorry, but I don't speak snail or shell or whatever bloody stupid language you're speaking," Wallace said.

Meg the snail appeared out of her shell. She was wearing a woolly pink hat and glasses. She looked very angrily at Wallace. "I'm speaking English, you dumbass," she snapped. "And I was hiding in my shell because I can sense something dangerous coming."

"Oh," Wallace said. "I didn't know you were one with the Force."

"Oh, you want to see my Jedi Force powers, do you?" Meg the snail asked. "All right, I'll show you." Then she rolled up back into her shell.

"Rolling back up in your shell?" Wallace said. "That's your Jedi trick? It's very good."

"Take her, Wallace," Crum said. "Show her to the rest of our neighbours and warn them of the incoming assault on this street. I got plenty of other snails back in my garden."

"Can she teach me the ways of the Force?" Wallace asked.

"I don't know," Crum said, "but I'm sure she could be Snail Yoda, if you want."

"In that case, I will take it." Then Wallace picked the snail up.

"Good man. I'm very glad you're taking this very seriously. See you later, Wallace." Then Major Crum got up from the park bench and walked off, leaving something behind on the wooden bench.

Wallace picked the thing up and was about to call Major Crum to come back and get it until he saw what it was. It was a Grotein Bar and it was one of the three things that he needed for his quick growth formula for his plants. And Crum was still walking ahead so Wallace thought that he didn't seem to miss the Grotein Bar otherwise he would come straight back to get it.

"And if Crum does remember it," Wallace said, "I can easily lie to him by saying I didn't see it. Oh, boy, I can lie and manipulate better than Saul Goodman or Jimmy McGill or Gene Takavic or the other characters Bob Odenkirk plays in the Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul universe. Well, no time for a cutaway paragraph. I'd better go and spread the word around about this snail."

There was no one out in the gardens of West Wallaby Street, except Miss Flitt at Number 60, so Wallace went to her.

"Hiya, Miss Flitt," Wallace greeted.

"What do you want now, Wallace?" Miss Flitt asked. "What advice do you need my help with?"

"No advice at all," Wallace said. "In fact, I've got something to show you. By Major Crum's orders."

"All right, then," Miss Flitt said. "If it's orders from Major Crum, then go ahead and show me."

"Okay, then." So Wallace showed Miss Flitt Meg the snail.

"A snail? In my garden?" Miss Flitt screamed in panic.

"Air raid! Air raid!" Major Crum panicked as he ran into Number 62.

Miss Flitt was so horrified that she smacked the poor snail out of Wallace's hands and got smashed as she hit one of the front windows of Number 62 and got stuck on it.

"Have you lost your (bleep) mind, Wallace?" Miss Flitt asked. "Are you really such a retard?"

"I don't think so, Miss Flitt," Wallace said. "I know I'm odd, but I'm creative. Just look at my wonderful inventions. Maybe I have some type of neurodiversity."

"No, you're too stupid even to be diagnosed for any form of neurodiversity." Then Miss Flitt just sighed as she headed back into her house.

Wallace decided to go into town and find the other ingredients – the 'Enegrides' and the 'Strongium' – he needed for his quick growth formula.

"Hey, what about me?" cried Meg the Snail, who was still smashed and still hanging on the window. "Is anyone going to free me from this window I'm stuck on?"

Nobody and nothing came to help the poor snail. She was just left to hang on the window and be a very easy target for predators to come and get her.