“Well, lad,” Wallace sighed, picking up the small, harmless potato. “I think we’ll stick to the ‘love’ method next year.”
The had launched the first assault. Using their tough, spherical bodies, they rolled down the garden path like cannonballs, smashing through Wallace’s letterbox and taking out a gnome. Wallace y Gromit - La batalla de los vegetales ...
Gromit grabbed the main hose. Wallace flipped the switch from “GROW” to . But they needed a catalyst—something the vegetables would hate more than they hated humans. “Well, lad,” Wallace sighed, picking up the small,
“Eat this, you oversized compost heap!” Wallace yelled, shoving the cheese into the intake valve. Gromit grabbed the main hose
(Post-credits scene: The potato’s eyes blink. Just once.)
But the King Potato was cunning. He ordered the —tall, sour, and fast—to flank them. Wallace and Gromit were backed against the garden shed.
The were next. They marched on their white root-ends, waving their long green leaves like pikes, poking through the kitchen window. The Tomato Artillery launched over-ripe projectiles that exploded into sticky, acidic goo, gumming up the kitchen machinery.