- ♪ If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake ♪
♪ baked a cake, baked a cake... ♪
Wha...?
Oh! It's You!
Eh... Nooooo!
Warn“
Mmm... lovely cheese.
I could just wash it down with a nice...
Oh! Oh-uhhh!
I was just coming, lad!
On my way, Gromit!
With you in a jiffy.
Tallyho!
Oh, no!
Thanks, lad!
Ooohhh!
Fill 'er up, lad!
Ah, lovely cuppa, Gromit.
But, um, a slightly diesely aftertaste, perhaps?
How's that breakfast coming on?
Well done, lad.
Very well done.
Thanks, Chuck.
Oh. Oh, dear.
Another baker...
battered with his own rolling pin.
Huh! Would you credit it?
Still, looking on the bright side,
I suppose it means more business for us, eh, Gromit?
We're on a roll, lad!
Good day's work, lad.
We're bang on-
Target...
- ♪ I'm light as a feather ♪
♪ I'm the Bake-O-Lite girl... ♪
Morning!
- Gromit! Did you see who that was?
- Help! - She's in trouble!
- Oh, help!
Oh! Ohhhh!
- Here, Gromit, take the wheel!
- Don't fret, madam!
Tea cakes, lad!
The wholemeal fruit!
On me knees!
- Ohhh-oh-oh-oh!
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
- I should have tried the granary rolls!
Oh, heck!
- Aaaaahhh!
- Oh!
Oh, dear.
Are you all right, Miss- uh, Madam?
- Oh, I do apologize.
- It's an honor to be of help.
- I must get those brakes seen to.
We're so grateful, aren't we, Fluffles?
Fluffles!
- Oh, it was nothing.
Ohhh.
What a lovely little doggy!
- My name's Piella, Piella Bakewell.
- Oh, I know who you are, Miss.
♪ Light as a feather, you're the Bake-O-Lite girl ♪
- Ho! That's me!
- I'm Wallace.
I'm in bread myself.
Oh, really?
- Are you still ballooning, Miss-
- I do beg your pardon!
- Oh, no, no... I mean the Bake-O-Lite balloon.
Do you still fly it?
- Oh... oh, I see.
No, not anymore.
- Well, "back to the grind," as it were.
Good-bye, Miss Bakewell.
- Oh, I'd rather say au revoir, Mr. Wallace!
- Oh, uh...
oui oui, madame!
And bon appetit!
- Bye!
The Bake-O-Lite girl.
Fancy that, Gromit.
It's not every day you meet the girl of your dreams, is it?
Oh, well,
this isn't going to put bread on the table, is it?
Oh!
Oh... hello.
- We were just passing by, going for a walk...
and Fluffles insisted on dropping in,
hoping you would join us.
Please say yes.
She'd be so disappointed, wouldn't you, Fluffy?
Wouldn't you, Fluffy?
- Oh, well, if you insist...
But I'm in me work things!
- I like a man in uniform.
Come on, walkies!
- Manage without me, won't you, lad?
- Oh, crumbs!
Oh, Mr. Wallace, you are cheeky!
"Am I?
Yes!
♪ I've hungered for ♪
♪ your touch ♪
- Oh, makes a change, doesn't it, my fudge cake?
Gromit's gonna love this.
- Well, I thought you could do
with a woman's touch around the house.
You naughty, slovenly boys.
- What do you think, Gromit?
You wouldn't know it was our place, would you, lad?
- Care for another sausage, you greedy thing?
- Aha. Don't mind if I do.
- Fluffles, where are you?
Time we were off!
- Same time tomorrow, my apple strudel?
Love is a many splendored thing, Gromit,
but it doesn't half tire you out.
I'm cream crackered!
Oh, heck! Piella's purse!
I must return it forthwith.
Oh, uh...
Gromit?
- Funny.
I'm sure I heard something.
~ Oh!
There it is.
It must have been there all along.
Early night, Fluffles.
Big day tomorrow...
our final baker is nicely buttered up.
Good night, Fluffles.
Sweet dreams.
- Oh, hello, stranger.
Where've you been?
Hey... wait.
Hold your horses.
I've got something to tell you first, old pal.
Haven't we, dearest?
- Of course, my little cheesecake.
Wallace and I are engaged to be married...
Till death do us part.
- I think congratulations might be in order, lad?
- Oh, I can see he's dying to give me a great big kiss.
Mwah!
I know we're going to get on like a house on fire.
One big, happy family.
- Hello, my vanilla slice.
Come in, my sponge cake.
Oh!
- What's going on?
- You'll have to forgive him, my petal.
He's been a bit security conscious of late.
- Well, you can't be too careful these days, can you?
What with a cereal killer on the loose...
- Oh, yes.
- Now, how about a nice spot of cock-a-leekie soup?
- Oh, smashing!
I've got just the bread to go with it.
Hey?
What the...
That dog!
Smells delicious.
- Oh, I do hope you like it, my shortcrust.
It's my own special recipe.
- What the-Hey!
What are you playing at, lad?
This is getting ridiculous.
- Oh, Wallace.
He just wants a bit of attention; that's all.
Now, my little poochie-woochie,
let Auntie Piella sort you out.
- Ow! Ow! He bit me!
- Eh?
- I was just trying to help, and he bit me, Wallace!
- Gromit!
- Oh... Ohhh!
- How dare you bite my betrothed?
That's very impolite.
- Oh, don't be too hard on him, Wallace, please.
Just a little punishment; that's all.
- I'm surprised at you, Gromit.
I really am.
- Oh, Wallace, my sugar dumpling!
Have you got a mo?
- Oh! On my way, my Cupcake!
You'll not leave this kitchen till you've done every last one.
I don't know.
Taking a bite out of my lovely fiancée.
It really is the limit.
- I'm such a silly sausage.
It just sort of fell off my foot.
- Stay well back, my precious.
Leave it to me.
- Oh, you're so brave, Wallace...
my minced pie!
Wha?
- L got it!
Huh?
Oh!
- Are you all right, my flower?
Oh... flour! Get it?
Flour?
- Get your hands off me!
I hate flour,
I hate bread,
and I hate bakers,
you utter and complete fruitcake!
- Oh! That's a bit steep, isn't it, my sweet?
- Fluffles!
I want a word with you... back home!
- Oh, thanks, old pal.
I just don't get it.
One minute, they love bakers,
and the next minute, they hate them.
And I'm not a fruitcake, am I, lad?
I suppose you can't be everybody's cup of tea,
can you?
Oh!
- I'm so sorry, Wallace, so, so sorry.
I don't know what came over me, apart from the flour, of course!
- Oh, yes...
- Let's forget about it.
Here's a cake to celebrate.
Oops! Must be my keys!
- Celebrate? - Us!
Getting back together again, you gooseberry fool!
- Oh, yes, yes, of course, of course.
We could have that with our 4:00 tea.
Won't you join us?
- Oh, I would, but Fluffles isn't feeling too well.
Why don't you two celebrate?
Must fly!
Oh, roll on 4:00, eh?
This'll go down a treat!
- Got you, you meddling mutt!
So nice of you to come.
Pity you'll miss your master's tea party.
It'll go off with a bang!
- Ooh, I say!
Get the kettle on, Gromit!
I'll deal with you two later.
- Come on, lad!
What's keeping you?
- At last...
my 13th...
my baker's dozen.
Huh?
What?
Curse that balloon.
And curse that prevailing southwesterly.
They'll be there in no time!
- Oh, strike a light!
Aha!
Oh, there you are.
I think these matches are a bit...
Damp.
Ah, yes,
it's one of those joke candles, lad.
Oi! Where're you going with that...
caaaaaake?
Gromit, it's a bomb!
The cake's a bomb!
Wait a minute!
You don't think Piella could be...
- The cereal killer?
Well done, Wallace. Sharp as a brick.
Now do exactly as I say, or Fluffles gets snuffled.
Ow!
You've crossed me once too often,
you treacherous little...
- Get that thing away, lad!
That's it, lad. Use your loaf!
Whoops!
' Ohh!
That has put a spanner in the works!
- But, Piella, you're the Bake-O-Lite girl.
- Was the Bake-O-Lite girl!
I ate too much, you see.
- Oh, really...?
- I couldn't ride the balloon anymore.
- Oh, dear.
- So they dropped me!
- What a blow!
Ooh!
"Me!
A curse on bakers and their loathsome confections!
- Gromit!
- Huh?
Huh?
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Huh?
- Well done, lad-
uh...
lass?
- Ha-ha! Come to mummy, fluffy-wuffy
Whoa!
- Atta-girl!
Go for the knock-out!
Whaaa...
Don't worry about me, lad.
I'm fully in control!
Ahhh!
- Ahhh!!!
- Yes!
No!
Oh, dear!
- Oh!
Ah... ha-ha.
Anyone seen the bomb?
What?
- "Bomb" voyage, Wallace.
Your buns are as good as toasted!
- Oh! Oh! Oh! Gromit!
I've got a bomb in me pants!
Help me, Gromit!
Do something!
Oh-oh-o h-ow!
Oh! Ooh!
It tickles!
Ooh!
Aah!
Ah, what a relief.
Evening, sisters.
- I will be back to get you, Wallace!
I will have my baker's dozen!
- But, Piella, the balloon won't hold you!
- They can't just drop me.
I'm as light as a feather.
I'm the Bake-O-Lite girl!
- No!
- Farewell, my angel cake.
You'll always be my Bake-O-Lite girl.
I think I need a cup of tea after all that.
Care to join me, you two?
Aw, never mind, lad.
We've both been through the mill this week, haven't we?
But at least yours wasn't a bread-hating,
baker-murdering cereal killer, eh?
Like mine.
Tell you what, lad,
let's go and deliver some bread, eh?
That'll cheer us up!
Hey-hey. Ah.
Always room for a small one!
- ♪ And they called it puppy love ♪
- Whoa! Both paws on the wheel, lad.
Concentrate!