Gromit went back to the kitchen and he was shocked at what he saw – Wallace sitting at the kitchen table, having a cup of tea and still in his vest and underpants. He hadn't even put his clothes back on.

"WALLACE! What the hell?" Gromit snapped.

"Hey, I need a break from dealing with the angry neighbourhood, Gromit," Wallace said. "And don't worry. There's plenty of hot water in the kettle for you if you want a cup of tea."

"No, that's not what's making me made, Wallace!" Gromit snapped. "Didn't you get my urgent message?"

"What urgent message?" Wallace asked.

Gromit angrily picked up the piece of paper he wrote and drew on earlier and showed it to his master. "You seriously didn't see this?"

"Oh, yeah, I did."

"Then why aren't you out there rescuing Miss Flitt?"

"Wait. So, that's really Miss Flitt? She's really hanging on a tree branch from her tree over our front garden? That really was a real S.O.S. message?"

Gromit groaned. "What the (bleep) did you think it was, Wallace?"

"I thought it was a page from the latest story you're writing," Wallace said. "And I must say that your art skills are no better than your writing skills. This artwork is not even good enough for DeviantArt. And another thing –"

"Enough, Wallace!" Gromit snapped. "I really don't care. The important thing is that we need to go and rescue Miss Flitt."

"Very well, then," Wallace said, rising from his chair. "I'm on my way!" Then he ran out of the kitchen and into the front garden. But then he quickly came back in. "I just realized that I forgot something, Gromit."

"Your clothes, Wallace?" Gromit asked.

"No. I need to go to the toilet first." Then Wallace ran to the nearest toilet.

Gromit sighed and facepalmed. "God, my master is more useless than Frank Spencer."

One day, Frank Spencer was in his kitchen.

"Right, time for me to cook a delicious meal for Betty and Jessica," he said to himself, as he got himself ready for cooking.

After putting his apron on, Frank turned the gas cooker on, put a frying pan on it and put some sausages in it. Then he opened the cupboard to get some plates, but when he tried them out, he only succeeded in letting them fall out and get smashed on the floor. As if that wasn't bad enough, the sausages caught fire. Frank grabbed the pan and went to put it under the tap in the sink to out the fire out, but he only set the kitchen curtains on fire. And soon that fire spread throughout the kitchen.

"Frank!"

Frank turned around to see his wife Betty, holding their daughter Jessica in the burning kitchen with him.

"Frank, what's going on?" Betty demanded.

All Frank could do was just say, "Ohhh!"

Soon, Wallace, now fully dressed again, and Gromit arrived outside in the front garden and saw Miss Flitt still on the tree branch, but she was struggling to continue to hold onto it. Then she fell off. Wallace ran to catch her, but he tripped over one of the garden gnomes and fell to the ground. Luckily, he fell where Miss Flitt was falling and she landed on his fat belly.

"Thank you so much for the rescue, Mr. Wallace," Miss Flitt said. "Lucky your belly was there when I fell. It's like a bouncy castle."

"And now I know how it feels to be one," Wallace groaned, as he got up.

There was a bouncy castle that was alive and he could feel all the happy and giddily children bouncing all over him. He kept groaning as he felt all the feet from the children jumped up inside him.

"Ow!" he groaned. "Can you kids just be a little bit more – Hey, be careful with those feet! You're getting on my nerves now! There's just too much of you!"

Then he saw one kid fall out of the bouncy castle and cry.

"Well, I have no sympathy for you," the bouncy castle said to the crying kid. "You fell out of me. It's your own fault. I can't take responsibility for your own stupidity." Then he went back suffering from the rest of the kids inside him.

Wallace explained to Miss Flitt how he and Gromit were responsible for what happened to their giant bees and, now that they bravely fought them and got them unconscious, they were going to work on something to get them back to normal size.

"Back up, Wallace," Gromit said. "How the hell was the bees growing enormous in any way my fault? And how the hell are you a hero is sorting out the bees while you were in kitchen talking to the neighbours and in your underwear?"

"Well, trying to talk to the neighbours and trying to calm them down really takes it out of you," Wallace protested. "And also I was very busy being – Ahhhhhh!" He didn't finish what he said because he got swooped up.

Gromit and Miss Flitt looked up to see who scooped Wallace up. It was a giant bee. It wasn't just a giant bee; it was the queen bee of the beehive.

"Hang on, Wallace!" Gromit yelled. "I'm coming! And then once I rescued you, I'm still going to continue argue with you."

Gromit ran back into his house, he went into the dining room and tried to take the porridge gun, but Major Crum still held onto it and he wouldn't let go of it, even though he was still asleep. In the end, Gromit had to give it up. "Boy, taking the porridge gun from Major Crum is harder than Indiana Jones trying to take a rare historical object he finds."

Indiana Jones was at an archologist site in Egypt. He was supervising diggers on the site as they dug for very rare Egyptian treasure.

"Dr. Jones, I found something!" cried one of the diggers.

Indy ran to the digger and found what he dug up. It was a piece of Egyptian gold and it looked almost like a king's golden crown.

"Wait a minute," Indy said. "The pharaohs did wear crowns, but nothing like this. They weren't made out of gold and they weren't – Wait a minute." He sniffed inside it. "Oh, God! It smells like shit! This object must be how the pharaohs did their businesses."

"Their royal businesses, Dr. Jones?" asked the digger.

Indy just couldn't give him an answer to that question at all.

Gromit got into the From Bee To You van and drove to rescue Wallace from the giant queen bee. He drove through the town and saw more of their giant bees flying around the shops and the shopkeepers trapped inside them.

"You're all under arrest!" Constable Dibbens yelled. He was outside his police station and blowing his whistle as loud as he could at the giant bees. But of course they didn't listen to him at all.

"Good luck trying to arrest us!" the Ida bee chortled meanly.

"Yeah, how can you when we have wings and you don't?" the Mort bee said meanly.

"Yeah, you can't catch us," said the Greased-Up Deaf Bee. "You can't catch us to save your life."

"You'll be lucky if you don't get stung to death," said the Seamus bee, who charged for Dibbens. Then he got hit by something hard and he fell down unconscious.

Then Dibbens saw all the bees were all getting knocked down and falling down unconscious. Then he saw the road was littered with turnips as well the giant bees. Then he saw Gromit was on top of his van and was firing something at them.

"What the hell is that contraption, Gromit?" Dibbens demanded.

"It's the turnip launcher, Officer Dibbens," Gromit replied.

"The turnip launcher?" Dibbens laughed his head off.

Then Mr. Paaner and Mr. and Mrs. Gabberley came out of their shops and laughed their heads off as well.

"Who would want to fire turnips at anyone?" Mr. Paaner asked.

"Well, this thing just saved you ungrateful lot from those giant bees!" Gromit snapped. "And this thing helped me and Wallace a lot when we saved West Wallaby Zoo from Feathers McGraw."

But everyone still didn't care and they continued to laugh.

"Fine!" Gromit yelled. "If you're gonna be like that, if the bees regain consciousness and they start to attack you again before I get back to collect them, maybe I won't come back and rescue you! In fact, I hope they regain consciousness and give you all a good sting!" Then he just got back into his van and drove off to rescue his master.