The bees didn't let Wallace and Gromit down, because thanks to the giant flowers that Wallace grew and put into the Pollenator machine, the bees managed to successfully produce fifty gallons of honey for Mr. Paaner and his annual 'Tea and Crumpet festival' and just in time too, which pleased the shop keeper very much. The bees even made more honey than the fifty gallons order and that was great news for Wallace and Gromit because not only did they manage to pay for all the damage the Sniffer 3000 caused at Mr. Paaner's shop and pay the rest of the bills that they needed to pay, but they even had just enough money for a holiday.

"So, where do you fancy going on holiday, Gromit?" Wallace asked.

"Well, according to the money we have left, we can go to Australia," Gromit suggested. "Or Hawaii. Or the Maldives."

"Well, those do sound like good ideas." Wallace said that without a lot of enthusiasm.

Gromit sighed. "Okay, Wallace. What better ideas do you have?"

"Well, first, we'll need to find a certain wardrobe," Wallace said.

"How can a wardrobe take us on holiday?" Gromit asked. "Are you thinking of turning this wardrobe into a traveling vehicle? Is that your latest invention?"

"No, Gromit," Wallace said. "We need to find the certain wardrobe that'll all take us to Narnia."

Gromit couldn't believe what he just heard. "Narnia?"

"That's right. I feel like going to Narnia. The actual Narnia that C S Lewis created, not any of the filming locations for the adaptions for the movies, for the TV series, for the stage or for the radio adaptions."

"There are more ways of getting to Narnia than the magical wardrobe, Wallace," Gromit said. "You'd know that if you actually read the actual book series instead of just watching the movie and TV adaptations of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.

"There really are more Narnia stories than The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe? And there really are more ways to actually enter Narnia?" This got Wallace very excited. "Tell me. Tell me, Gromit. Please, tell me."

"I could," Gromit said, "but I'm not going to because Narnia isn't real at all, let alone their entrances."

"Okay, then," Wallace said. "Then how about we go to New Zealand?"

"That's more like it," Gromit said. "Where are you thinking, Wallace? Wellington? Auckland? Christchurch?"

"Wherever the place is to get to Middle-earth," Wallace said. "The real Middle-earth, not the locations for Peter Jackson's movies."

"Yeah, good luck with that," Gromit said sarcastically. "Now, how about somewhere more realistic?"

"Like California?" Wallace suggested.

That surprised Gromit. "Now, that's more like it, Wallace."

"Oh, good. Because I want to go to Hill Valley."

"Hill Valley? From Back To The Future? And let me guess. You want to go there to meet Doc and Marty and see their DeLorean time machine."

"Not just see it, Gromit," Wallace said. "Also to take it out for a spin in the future or in the past. Where's your imagination?"

Gromit just shook his head. He just couldn't take any more of his master's stupidity.

"Then while we're still in California, the next place I want to go to is Angel Grove," Wallace went on. "So I can actually see the Power Rangers save the world from Rita Repulsa and Lord Zedd and all the other monsters they fight. And then, after that, I want to see –"

"Giant bees!" Gromit cried.

"Giant bees?" Wallace asked. "Where are we going to see giant bees? Where was Honey, I shrunk The Kids? set in?"

"No, Wallace!" Gromit snapped. "Giant bees outside our window! Now!"

Wallace turned to look out of the window and just scoffed. "Oh, Gromit! You and your weird imagination. Too weird that you can't even use it to write anything. You can't even write fanfiction. There's nothing out there but giant bees and – What?" Wallace looked outside his window again and was shocked as hell to see that his dog was right – there were giant bees! There were a lot of giant bees not just outside 62 West Wallaby Street, but over the entire street! All the people outside were panicking.
"For some reason, all this reminds me of something to do with Orson Welles and Earth Vs. Flying Saucers," Wallace said.

"I think you mean War of the Worlds," Gromit said.

"Oh, what's the difference?" Wallace asked. "They're both sci-fi movies about Earth being invaded by aliens and they're both written by H G Wells before they got turned into movies."

"That's where you're wrong, Wallace," Gromit said. "War of the Worlds was written by H. G. Wells, but Earth Vs. Flying Saucers wasn't. It was written by Donald Edward Keyhoe, who was –"

"We have no time for that now, nerd," Wallace said. "What's important right now is dealing with these pesky bees? Where did they come from? Could they be from an alien planet? Could they be from a different dimension? Could they bees from the future and trying to kill mankind so we don't ruin the planet any more than how we're doing it right now?"

"I know where they came from, Wallace," Gromit said.

"Oh, really, Gromit? Where?"

"From us."

"Us?" Wallace was confused. "We didn't create those bees."

"Yes, Wallace, we did!" Gromit snapped. "The moment you put those flowers, that grew gigantic after you put that quick growth formula on them, into the Pollenator, the bees started pollenating onto them and that's how they became giant bees while producing their honey! Why didn't you throw your formula growth flyer into the bin like I did with mine?"

"Because I needed mine for a reason!" Wallace snapped. "And a good one too!"

"What good reason?" Gromit asked. "And don't you dare say that you used it to create that formula to grow giant flowers to produce more honey to get it to Mr. Paaner to get money and get yourself absolved for trashing his shop because that's not a good reason at all"

"Well, I had good intentions, at least," Wallace said.

"Wallace, even the very best intentions can have the very worse consequences!" Gromit snapped.

The door barged opened and in ran Major Crum.

"I need to commandeer your dining room, Wallace," Crum said, grabbing the porridge gun.

"Major, what are you doing?" Wallace asked.

"Are you deaf, Wallace?" Crum snapped, as he took the porridge gun to the window. "I said, I need this room so I can fight these giant bastard bees!"

"Can't you use someone else's dining room?" Wallace asked.

"There's no other dining room with a porridge gun," Crum said, as he sat down started firing at the bees.

"Well, you never know unless you –"

"Private Gromit, get Wallace out of this room as he's not being helpful and he's not going to be," Crum ordered.

"Yes, sir," Gromit said. "Come on, Wallace."

"But once you finished in here, Major, you'll give me the dining room back?" Wallace asked. "You promise?"

Major Crum didn't reply because he was too busy fighting the giant bees outside the house with the porridge gun.

Once Wallace and Gromit left the dining room, they saw one of the giant bees heading down to the basement.

"Well, if they're our bees," Wallace said, "we're their boss. Let's go down there and show them who's boss."

"Wallace, I'm not sure about this –"

"Fine, then. Stay here, scaredy cat. Or should I say, 'Scaredy dog?'" Then Wallace went down to the basement.

What Wallace said didn't affect Gromit at all. He just stood and waited while his master was being 'so brave'. He only had to wait ten seconds before Wallace came back out of the basement. He was tired and panting and… wearing only his vest and underpants.

"Wow, you look like you really showed the bees who's boss, Wallace," Gromit said. "Who's a scaredy cat now? Or should I say, 'Scaredy human?'

"Well, they're giant bees," Wallace said. "How can you control giant bees?"

Then the telephone from the kitchen rang.

"That'll be David Attenborough telling me how to control giant bees," Wallace said. "I hope."

But it wasn't David Attenborough or any other wildlife expert that called Wallace. It was PC Dibbens. He was angrily calling Wallace about the giant bees. And he only got more angry calls from the rest of the people of West Wallaby Street.

"Blast! Come on, Major Crum! Don't give up!"

Gromit could hear Crum's angry outbursts coming from the dining room. It sounded like the Major needed help fighting the giant bees, so Gromit decided to go and help him as he left Wallace to deal with the angry phone calls.