Wallace Y Gromit - La Batalla De Los Vegetales ... | DIRECT – 2025 |

“It’s all about love, Gromit,” Wallace said, patting his prized marrow, Archibald , which was already the size of a small sheepdog. “But love alone won’t beat Lady Tottington’s prize pumpkins. No, lad. We need… science! ”

It was a crisp morning in West Wallaby Street, and the annual Tottington Hall Giant Vegetable Competition was only a week away. Wallace, a man with a cheese-based solution for every problem, had decided this was his year to win the “Biggest Marrow” category.

“It’s 98% Wensleydale by-product!” Wallace beamed.

Wallace grabbed a half-eaten wedge of from his pocket. The most potent, pongy, blue-veined cheese in all of Lancashire. Wallace y Gromit - La batalla de los vegetales ...

The battle raged across the garden. Wallace swung a baguette like a club, parrying leek thrusts. Gromit, wearing a colander as a helmet, rode his motorcycle sidecar through a squadron of angry onions, making them weep (which, admittedly, gave him the tactical advantage).

Gromit, sipping his tea, raised a skeptical eyebrow. The machine looked like a drunken octopus made of plumbing. But ever the loyal companion, he strapped on his leather gardening gloves. That night, Gromit was woken by a strange thrumming sound. He peered through the window. The vegetable patch was… moving. Archibald the Marrow had doubled in size, now the bulk of a small car. But that wasn’t the problem. The runner beans had grown into thick, woody tendrils that were coiling around the fence like pythons. A rogue cauliflower had turned a sickly purple and was pulsing .

And the little potato? They put it in a pot on the windowsill. Just in case it needed watching. “It’s all about love, Gromit,” Wallace said, patting

Within seconds, the garden was just a garden again. The only evidence of the battle was a few broken fence posts, a very confused cauliflower, and a small, ordinary potato sitting on the lawn. Wallace stood in the wreckage, his dressing gown torn, a leek leaf stuck in his hair. He looked at Gromit. Gromit looked at him. Then they both looked at Archibald the Marrow, which had returned to its normal, non-threatening size.

(Post-credits scene: The potato’s eyes blink. Just once.)

Then he saw the potato.

The Horti-Matic 3000 was still running, belching out the Super-Gro formula. But if they reversed the polarity…

“Eat this, you oversized compost heap!” Wallace yelled, shoving the cheese into the intake valve.

Gromit, already two steps ahead, had retreated to the basement. He emerged pushing the —a modified vacuum cleaner that fired rapid pellets of frozen peas. We need… science