Eggs. They were the small pink things laid by chickens and sent to dairies around the UK for people to use as breakfast consumption. Whether we want them boiled, fried or use for an egg and spoon race during Sports Day, anything is possible when you use eggs.
One day, Wallace and Gromit were preparing for another day of business in their bakery. “Pass us the eggs and cream for our sticky cakes, Gromit!” called Wallace as Gromit trotted over to the fridge. As soon as he opened the fridge - GASP! He found it empty! “What’s the matter, lad?” asked Wallace as he went to take a look. “Waaaaauuh! No eggs! And no cream either! And I completely forgot our second stock of eggs and cream is supposed to be delivered today at 10 O’Clock. Only, it hasn’t turned up!” Gromit understood how Wallace felt. He had overslept and forgot it was 10 O’clock already, when they should be getting to work. Then Wallace had a brilliant idea. “I know, lad, we’ll go to the farm and get the lot ourselves.”
So that’s what they did. They set off to Bromknuckle Farm in their van to get a new egg supply from the farmer, who offered them 40 dozen eggs and plenty of fresh cream delivered by the cows. However, those ‘cows’ weren’t at all happy with what they saw. Moonie Moo had overheard everything. “Aaaah!” she cried, “Trust that British duo to ruin everything for my business!”
Ginger, the chicken, had overheard everything too. She was angry and frustrated more people are using eggs and cream for baking, so it was time to take action. He called Rocky, Babs, Moonie, Mootilda and Aberdeen Angus into the barn for an emergency meeting.
“My fellow cows and chickens! And…er…rooster, if I may put it. I just found out what they use our produce for!” “Minuscule profits?” asked Babs, engrossed in her knitting as always. “No. Someone who has become famous all around the UK. Someone who has a dog called Gromit. Someone called…” Ginger threw back the piece of paper to reveal a crude drawing of… “Wallace!” Everyone gasped in shock. “Oh my god!” cried Moonie Moo, “That Wallace. He’s the enemy of all cowkind.” “He’s not going down without a fight!” cried Rocky, punching the air with his fists.
“Alright, calm down, I have more to explain.” said Ginger. “Wallace has a dog called Gromit. He’s so intelligent he could give Kipper the dog a run for the money. They set up their bakers’ business in 2009, when Wallace befriended some fat lard called Piella who was a murderer.” Everyone booed as Ginger turned the page to reveal Wallace smashing eggs onto the floor and Gromit putting a bowl of cream over his head. “They destroy our eggs! They whip our cream!” protested Ginger. “As cows and chickens, we can’t, can’t, CAN’T let it happen! Who’s with me?” Everyone stopped booing and began mooing and cheering in response.
Ginger laid a plan sheet on the table and everyone gathered round to look in curiosity. “Now, here’s the plan,” said Ginger, “Moonie, Mootilda, you guys disguise yourselves as an inspector to come check on Wallace and Gromit’s bakery. Rocky, Babs, we ought to put sacks on our heads, and when Gromit comes out with a batch of eggs, we burst out and nab ‘em. How do you like that?” Everyone gave a thumbs up. “But what if the plan never works?” asked Mootilda. “It will. You’ll see. It’ll either be a dumb plan or a huge success.”
Everyone got ready to catch Wallace and Gromit in the act. First, Ginger searched through the farmer’s daughter’s dress up box when she wasn’t looking and got out some very important clothes for Moonie and Mootilda to wear. Angus offered to stay behind and check on the other cows, which caused Moonie to give him a stern glare. “Okay, so I won’t hit on anyone while you’re gone,” he said. Ginger, Rocky and Babs took three sacks that were meant for chicken feed, cut holes in them for eyes and placed them over their heads. “Everyone ready?” muffled Ginger from in her bag. Everyone nodded. “I’ll explain it again so you guys don’t have to: Moonie, Mootilda, keep Gromit distracted. We’ll deal with the eggs and cream ourselves.”
Walking all the way to the Top Bun Bakery proved to be a leg-hurter, but eventually, everyone made it. Ginger and the other chickens snuck round the back while Moonie and Mootilda, disguised as inspectors, went up to the door and rang the doorbell. Gromit answered. He was shocked to see two people in shadow who ‘claimed’ to be inspectors. “Hello, we’re…er…baking inspectors. We’ve come to see how your business is doing.” “Yes, and we’ve got a clipboard and other…er…nonsense. Let’s check upstairs first.” Moonie and Mootilda lead Gromit upstairs to the bathroom to check if there’s any hair in the plugs.
Meanwhile, Ginger, Rocky and Babs all went through the back of the door and into the bakery. They saw Wallace lay the eggs and a jug of cream on the table to bake the sticky cakes. Wallace felt his tummy rumbling. “Oh!” He looked at the clock, and saw it was 12AM. “Must be time for some cheese.”
“As always,” said Ginger as Wallace headed into the kitchen. “Everyone ready?” “Ready!” said Babs and Rocky at once. “GO!” The chickens rushed towards the table, threw off their sacks and each took the eggs and the cream, racing out of the door in a flash.
Meanwhile, Moonie and Mootilda had tied up Gromit and had placed him in the bath. As they went downstairs and headed out the door, they high-fived each other, totally pleased with themselves. “We did it, Mootilda! Let’s see how the chickens are getting on with the eggs.” cheered Moonie, as the two went outside to join Ginger and her pals.
When Wallace came back from lunch he was shocked to see - OH NO - the cream and eggs gone! “Oh no, the eggs! Where are they? And the cream - oh my goodness, it’s gone too! Gromit, get down here!” But Gromit was tied up and didn’t have any time to respond. Luckily, Wallace looked out the window and saw the chickens and cows running away with the produce.
Wallace was so angry he burst out the door and called, “Come back here with our eggs!” Wallace threw off his apron and hat and ran after the egg thieves. “Uh oh, time to get going,” said Ginger, and off the animals set at top speed. “Oi, come back here!” cried Wallace. The chase was on! Wallace was in hot pursuit! But the chickens and cows were even faster, and couldn’t even get away with anything…until Mootilda collapsed onto the ground. Her black and white cow legs were worn out. “Come on, Mootilda, get up!” “I can’t…go…on…” gasped Mootilda, and she collapsed onto the pavement, her bottom in the air.
The chickens didn’t see Mootilda in the way, and crashed into her. The eggs and cream went flying in all directions! SPLAT! CRACK! SPLOOSH! Eggs and cream went flying everywhere. Wallace wasn’t too pleased with the unwelcome guests. “Ahem. I think you have some explaining to do.” scolded Wallace.
Groaning and covered in egg yolk and cream, the animals turned to face Wallace, who had the strictest look ever. “I’m surprised at you…er…will you tell me your names?” “My name is Ginger, and these are Rocky, Babs, Moonie and Mootilda.” announced Ginger. “Ah. Ginger. I should’ve known.” “Us chickens are against egg production. You’re trying to take our babies away from us.” “And Gromit and I are trying to use your produce to make pastries. We can’t have pastries without eggs and cream!” All the animals were disappointed. Then Moonie spoke. “Wallace, because of my fame, I had produced a Moonie Moo Says Cheese brand made with my own milk. Maybe this could be my own point to prove myself.” “Then so be it,” Wallace suddenly smiled, “Gromit and I will make Chicken Run and Moonie Moo-branded bread and cakes!” Everyone cheered at the fact, and went back to the bakery to get cleaned up.
Three weeks later, Wallace and Gromit had eggs and cream delivered from the dairy company that produced Moonie Moo Says Cheese to make their bread and cakes, while Ginger kept some of the eggs to raise as offspring. As for Moonie Moo, she found Angus hadn’t been laying eyes on lady cows anymore, and sometimes teased him for everything he did to trick her in the past.
Then one day, Moonie Moo was settling down to the annual Barn Breakfast, until she realised there weren’t any eggs to go with her toast soldiers on her plate. “Ginger,” she said, “Can I borrow some of your eggs?”
“Uh oh,” said Ginger.
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