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Hello, hello, hello?

Oh, is that the police?

We've got someone here you might be interested in.

I think we just foiled a robbery.

Feathers McGraw,

you have been found guilty

of the attempted robbery of the Blue Diamond.

If not for the actions of two upstanding citizens,

you would have succeeded in your wicked plan.

Therefore, it is the decision of this court

that for the rest of your natural life,

you'll be removed to a high-security institution.

There's no escape from here,

so don't even think about it.

Get me up, Gromit.

Another great day of inventing beckons!

Oh, top dog!

Here we go!

Away!

Oh!

Oh! Lovely.

Ooh! Tickles!

Whoa!

Whee!

Huh?

Oh!

Ah.

Hit it, Gromit.

Morning, Gromit.

Oh!

How's my favourite pooch, hmm?

Oh, you do look after me, lad.

Very interesting.

Oh, I must say…

Mmm. Oh, yes.

Mmm. Mmm.

Hmm.

Mmm. Cracking toast, Gromit.

Oh, dear. More bills?

Inventing doesn't come cheap, does it?

Maybe I'm just making too many gadgets.

Oh, don't worry, lad, we'll think of something.

You look like you need a good pat.

Come here.

That's it, lad.

My new Pat-O-Matic will oblige.

And if you think that's progress,

wait till you see the next thing I'm working on. Hmm.

Ooh!

Oh, look out, lad.

Coming through.

Phew.

Oh, don't think I haven't noticed, Gromit.

You spend ages toiling away in this garden.

Well, no more.

Hey-hey!

This is my latest invention.

A smart gnome.

Hi, I'm your Nifty Odd-jobbing Robot.

Call me Norbot.

Norbot, meet Gromit.

Pleased to meet you, Master Gromit.

He's very friendly.

Whoa, steady on, Norbot.

Well, go on, Chuck.

Why don't you put him through his little paces?

He is voice-activated.

A bit shy, are we?

All right.

Norbot, make Gromit's garden neat and tidy.

Neat and tidy.

Yes, Mr Wallace.

I pre-programmed him for you, lad.

He's watched every episode of DIY Garden Squad there is.

Only two hours to go, and they still haven't got the patio down!

Just watch him do all those tedious gardening tasks.

Chop, chop, chop!

Mowing!

Hey! More mowing!

Don't forget the edges.

Strimmer!

Careful, lad.

Pointlessly blowing leaves around!

Oh! Whoops-a-daisy!

Hedge trim!

Last bit of mowing.

Neat and tidy!

Oh, he's a little treasure, that one!

Amazing job!

And very convenient.

Well, well, looks like you've made the cut, Norbot.

Better take a bow, hmm?

Bowing! Bowing again!

- Where did you get him from? - Thank you.

Well, actually, I made him myself.

What fun! Is he for hire?

Is he for hire?

Oh!

Come on. I need your help.

Not you, lad. Norbot.

Yes, Mr Wallace.

How may I assist?

Come along, Norbot, lad. We've got work to do.

Righto, Mr Wallace.

It's a crime. That's what it is, a crime.

That you and I can't be together.

Not yet, my sweetness.

Soon, though.

Oh! Eh?

- Got a mo, Chief? - Huh?

I've just finished my investigation into that missing bike saddle.

I've got witness interviews, crime scene reports, full forensics.

Mukherjee.

And I checked the National Bike Saddle database.

- There isn't one, apparently. - Mukherjee!

Chief?

How long have you been with us now?

Since 9:00 a.m. this morning, Chief.

Well, you can forget what you've learned at training college.

Because at the end of the day,

there's just one thing that matters in this job.

A copper's guts.

- Copper's guts, sir? - Instinct.

The important stuff's not up here.

It's down here.

Yeah, I've got quite a copper's gut meself, actually.

Oh, I can see that, Chief.

I mean, er…

I didn't mean I can see… it.

Oh, is that Feathers McGraw?

What? Where?

Oh. That.

Well, there you go, a copper's gut.

He stole the Blue Diamond, right?

Oh, he tried,

but he couldn't escape the long arm of the law.

Oh, yes, I played my part.

Hello, hello, hello?

Oh, is that the police?

The Blue Diamond ended up back in the museum vault.

I locked it up meself,

well out of harm's way.

Oh, I'd love to crack a case like that.

You must be dead proud, Chief.

It's not… It's not about pride, Mukherjee.

It's about duty.

Which is why I've accepted one last task before I hang up my truncheon.

Oh?

The new Blue Diamond Exhibition.

The diamond's going back on display?

Oh, aye. I've designed all the security arrangements meself.

Foolproof.

Yeah.

Well, not unless Feathers cuts a hole in that skylight.

Skylight?

Or removes the back plate off the air-con.

- Air-what? - Oh! Actually,

he could just get in through the gift shop.

There's a gift shop?

Look! Feathers isn't gonna get in, is he?

He's safely banged up in the zoo,

literally doing bird.

Now, I've got a grand opening to prepare for.

So get out there on the beat, burn some shoe leather.

Yes!

I mean, yes, sir.

Oh, yes, that's it, Norbot. Make the letters nice and big.

Oh. That's just smashing.

Ooh.

I think you're going to like this, Gromit.

Da-na!

Da-na!

Gnome Improvements.

A gnome-based garden and maintenance service.

I told you we'd find a way to pay the bills, lad.

Er, Norbot,

haven't you missed something?

Oh. Yes, Mr Wallace.

Oh, yes. Very good.

Oh, good job, Norbot.

Oh, yes.

Yoo-hoo!

Hmm? Oh! It's Up North News.

Maybe they've heard about our Norbot.

Oh, this'll be great for publicity.

And now, Up North News, presented by Anton Deck.

Good evening.

Now, we've all heard of cutting-edge technology.

But how about "cutting hedge" technology?

Onya Doorstep has more.

Meet Norbot, the latest thing in "gnome help."

He's the brainchild of a smart-thinking local inventor.

Oh. "Smart-thinking."

Oh, thank you very much.

So, Wallace, what can Norbot do around the house?

Oh, well, pretty much everything, Ms Doorstep.

No job is too small.

Da-na!

Artistic!

I've been testing him out here in my own garden,

and he's done a cracking job, as you can see.

He certainly seems very "user-friendly," to use the jargon.

So what inspired you to create this handy device, Mr Wallace?

Oh, I've always loved inventing,

making things that help people,

and Norbot is so very helpful.

I'd say he's my greatest invention so far.

We charge him up every night,

and the next day, he's raring to go again.

He seems very obliging.

Oh, whatever your problem, he's the answer.

Well, sounds like this little gnome

is going to make a huge difference around here.

This is Onya Doorstep for Up North News.

Cage inspection!

Move aside, jailbird.

All clear.

What a deadbeat.

Don't know why everybody thinks he's so clever.

AI, lad.

See how embracing technology makes our life better?

I mean, thanks to that handy device,

we haven't had to use the old teapot for years.

Oh, yes. Tech, that's the thing.

So long as it knows who's boss, of course.

Look at him go.

Da-na!

A Wallace Onesie!

Oh! That's champion, that is, Norbot.

A Wallace Onesie!

Oh, I think this will fit perfectly.

Perfectly.

Evening, Master Gromit.

Norbot recharge time.

Recharge nearly 1%.

Recharge time reactivated.

Recharge nearly 2%.

Welcome to my Top Secret Files.

New instructions received.

No job is too small.

Get me up, Gromit.

We've got a right busy day ahead.

Thanks, lad.

Whee!

Oh-ho!

Morning, team.

Mmm.

Oh! Loads of new messages.

Gnome Improvements? I saw you on the telly.

Could Norbot come and mow my--

…new lily pond--

…with a stump-grinder--

…and put well-rotted manure--

…inside my conservatory--

Talk about celebrity, lad.

He's a "household gnome."

At this rate, we'll need a whole army of Norbots.

Hmm?

Eh?

What on earth…

Hmm?

More Norbots for Mr Wallace.

Er… Eh…

Well, that is smart.

It's like he knows what we need before we even know ourselves.

Ha! The more gnomes, the merrier.

Right, Gromit?

The more gnomes, the merrier.

Yes, Mr Wallace!

What could possibly go wrong?

That's it. Up you go.

Uh-huh.

A bit of fine-tuning…

Oh, that's good.

No need for us to go with them, Gromit.

I just track them with my new "gnoming device."

Ah! Lovely tea.

All we have to do is sit back and let the machines take the strain.

Right, Gromit?

Gromit?

Gromit? Gromit?

I said we don't need to go with them.

Don't you trust my inventions, lad?

I don't know.

Hmm. Never mind.

Time to unleash the gnomes!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

- Yeah! - Rad!

Oh, yes. All present and correct. Hmm.

Remember, I want you all working

like a finely-tuned machine.

Ow!

This is the police.

Come down quietly.

You're only making this harder on yourself.

Beep, beep!

Beep, beep! Coming through!

Patio-chop!

The Norbots are a triumph, Gromit.

We'll soon have those bills paid off.

Neat and tidy.

Oh, happy birthday, Mavis.

Oh, smashing!

Oh! What's happened to me glass table?

Where's me tools?

Where's me shed?

Where's our drainpipe?

Hello? Police.

Another burglary? What's the address?

Hello? Police.

A weathervane? When did it go missing?

Hello? Police.

Someone's pinched your big butt?

Oh! Water butt!

I see what you mean.

Er, hang on.

Hello. You have reached the Old Bill.

We're experiencing a high volume of calls at the moment,

so please leave your crime after the beep.

Beep!

What's going on here?

Oh, Chief!

It's a spate of burglaries, like, a proper crime wave.

I can't be dealing with a crime wave.

I've got enough on me hands as it is.

What do you think? Blue or black?

For the grand opening.

Er…

Blue?

Ah, yeah. See what you're saying.

Matches the diamond.

Anyroad, about these robberies…

I've been building this crime wall, trying to find common themes and such.

Never… never mind crime walls.

What's your copper's gut telling you?

Well, all the clues seem to point to this man,

a local inventor.

Wallace?

The upstanding citizen who helped put Feathers behind bars?

Yeah. Hey, why not?

You catch one supervillain, doesn't make you a saint, does it?

Well, should we say he's a suspect, then?

Just bring him in and book him.

I've got a speech to write.

Really?

Don't we need evidence?

Oh, I don't know.

All these fancy ideas you get from training college.

Right. Come on, then.

News just in.

We're getting reports of a crime wave affecting gardens across the region.

Onya Doorstep has more.

The robots!

They're taking over the world!

They'll destroy us all, I tell you!

Oh. That's a bit hasty, Norbot.

I might have been watching that.

Time to relax, Mr Wallace.

Oh, yes, I do like a bit of relaxation.

Huh?

Eh?

Ah… Oh!

Er, what's all this in aid of?

Massage, Mr Wallace?

Oh. Oh, yes. Oh.

Oh, oh, that's lovely.

Oh, dear, you are spoiling me.

Snoozy choc?

Oh! Don't mind if I do.

- Come along. - Oh, steady on.

Drink up, Mr Wallace.

Hmm?

Hey! What the… What…

Gromit?

What on earth?

What? Is something wrong?

Is it the Norbots?

Well, this had better be important, lad.

I don't know what's got into you lately.

Well, I'll go to the top of my stairs.

That's absolutely…

spotless!

Oh! Look at them.

Oh, yes.

Oh, you are good gnomes,

doing all these chores at this time of night.

I don't know why you were so keen to show me though, lad.

Couldn't it have waited till the morning?

Daft pooch.

Well, I've got a nap to finish before I turn in for the night.

Oh, yes. Norbot, my best invention ever.

Ooh.

Er, did you order a pizza, lad?

All right, all right. Hold your horses.

Police!

Ooh!

Oops. Sorry.

Give me strength.

Right. Let's get this over with.

Get what over with?

We have a warrant to search your premises.

Mukherjee, read him his rights.

Anything you say may be taken down

and used as evidence against you.

But I haven't done anything.

We believe you to be guilty of theft by gnome.

I'm guilty of theft by gnome?

Ha-ha! There you go. He admits it.

Write that down.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

My Norbots aren't thieves.

They're down in my workshop right now, doing a bit of spring cleaning.

There's our evidence, Chief.

All right. Check them out, then.

- Well, I don't see any gnomes. - Eh?

They were here a moment ago. I don't understand it.

Er, they must have just popped out to finish a job.

Look, sunshine, I have not got time for your games.

Eh?

What… Where are you going, Chief?

I'm off to get me tash trimmed, for the big day.

Anyway, look,

if you need evidence, Mukherjee, find some.

I don't care what it takes.

Get this man behind bars

where he belongs.

I want this case wrapped up, pronto.

Understood, sir.

Right. Evidence.

Evidence?

This is PC Mukherjee calling for backup.

We'll need a van.

- A big one. - Huh?

Er, Gromit? Get me up, lad.

There's a good pooch.

Oh! Wait a mo.

You can't, can you?

They've taken all me inventions away.

For forensic examination or something.

Outrageous!

We believe you to be guilty of theft by gnome.

They were here a moment ago.

Well, I don't see any gnomes.

Who needs technology anyway?

Ha! Not me.

Whoa!

That's nippy.

Whoa!

Me begonias.

I think I need a cup of tea, lad.

Oh. Oh, right. Tea.

I suppose we'll just have to make it the old way. Hmm.

Ouch!

Oh! Oh.

How do you do this now?

I haven't used one of these for so long, I've forgotten how they work.

It's broken!

There's clearly been a mistake.

My Norbots are innocent.

You believe me, don't you, lad?

Don't you, lad?

Oh.

Well, I think you've said quite enough, Gromit.

You've never trusted my Norbot, have you?

And I made him just for you.

Mark my words, the police will be back soon enough to apologise.

Aha! What did I tell you?

There they are now.

Everything will be right as rain before you can say--

Nasty, crooked, thieving little toerag!

Huh?

- Where's our stuff? - I… I want a refund.

What've your gnomes done with me bathtub?

And where's me glasses?

Oh. They're on me head. Sorry!

Where's my big butt?

I'm live outside the West Wallaby Street house

of the evil inventor, Mr Wallace.

Evil?

Er, don't you mean "smart-thinking"?

Oh, you think it's smart to teach gnomes to steal?

No!

But if only my gnomes were here, maybe I could clear my name.

Well, where are the gnomes?

For the last time, I don't know!

Oh, yeah? Very convenient.

Where are the gnomes?

Where are the gnomes?

Where are the gnomes? Where are the gnomes?

This is a nightmare, Gromit.

The police want to throw me in jail,

the neighbours all hate me, and the press think I'm evil!

And how am I supposed to find my gnomes if they've taken me gnoming device?

What?

Never mind Scotland Yard,

looks more like a scrapyard in here.

It's Wallace's stuff, Chief. You told me to find some evidence.

I didn't mean take the whole flippin' house.

I mean, what's this in aid of?

Oh! Chief, I wouldn't--

Ow! Get off!

That gizmo just assaulted a police officer!

Add that to list of charges, Mukherjee.

But that's just it, sir.

There's nothing here to pin Wallace to the burglaries.

Huh. They're his gnomes, aren't they?

I'm just… I'm getting the feeling that…

Well, he may not be our man.

That Wallace is a wrong 'un. End of story.

Now, if you don't mind, we'll deal with that villain later.

Right now, we've got important duties to attend to up at the museum.

But, sir…

It's my big day, Mukherjee.

The culmination of 40 years of service.

- Nothing can go wrong. - Er, no, sir.

We have to stay focused.

Watch like hawks.

Absolutely, sir.

Miss nothing.

Huh?

- Eh? - Hmm.

Ah.

Reset mode activated.

Hmm?

Huh?

Restored to inventor settings.

Hi, I'm your Nifty Odd-jobbing Robot.

Call me Norbot.

Initiating pruning process.

Neat and tidy.

Huh? Hmm.

- Set coordinates. - Target located.

Two degrees West. Tracking.

No job is too small.

Neat and tidy!

Right. Here we go, then.

This is it, Mukherjee.

Are we ready?

Couldn't be readier, Chief.

It's been my great pride, over the years, to serve this community.

Knowing there's nothing more reassuring

than the sight of an uninformed police officer.

Sorry.

Oh! "Uniformed!" Uniformed police officer.

Can't read me own writing.

Anyway, now I have one final happy duty to perform.

Contact imminent.

Going up.

Coming through!

Ladies and gentlemen, shall we?

And there we have it, ladies and gentlemen.

Safely on display for all posterity.

The Blue Diamond!

It's not as shiny in real life, is it?

You what?

What…

That's a flippin' turnip!

You didn't check inside the sack, Chief, before you put it in the vault?

Er…

Oh…

Right. Anyone fancy a pint?

Oh.

So, if you've been guarding a turnip all these years,

then where is the Blue Diamond?

Gnomes have gone.

Gadgets have gone.

Even me dog's gone.

Huh?

What on earth?

I didn't know it could do that.

What the dickens?

Come in, Gromit. Everything's fine.

Just come straight in.

Everything's fine. Just come straight in.

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

- Everything's fine. - Everything's fine.

This is a disaster!

This has made me the laughing stock of the town.

Er, sir, are you okay?

I'm fine. Just got an allergy to turnips.

Should we haul Feathers in, sir?

He had the diamond last.

No.

No, he didn't.

What? You mean…

Exactly. Come on.

I'm sorry I couldn't warn you, lad.

I got grabbed by the Norbots.

A very unpleasant experience.

Turns out they are bad, after all.

I just don't get it.

Why would me own gnomes turn against me?

A chicken? Behind all this?

Good grief! It's you!

Again!

But you're supposed to be locked up.

Well, you won't get away with it, you know.

Whatever it is you're trying to get away with.

Eh?

Oh! Fancy a cup of tea, do you?

The cheek of it!

Well, I wouldn't bother with that teapot. It doesn't work.

Eh?

What?

Well, butter me crumpets! It can't be!

It's the Blue Diamond.

He must've switched it all that time ago.

Oh, is that the police?

We've got someone here you might be interested in.

He's a slippery one.

Oh, so that's your plan.

You get away scot-free with the diamond,

and everyone thinks I'm the evil inventor who stole it.

Why, that's…

That's… vengeance…

most foul!

Huh?

Oi, let us out!

I can't believe someone's nicked me bike saddle!

I know, sir.

Sorry, sir. You took me off that case.

Still, we've got our culprit.

All this time,

Wallace just wanted the diamond for himself.

So, you were right all along, Chief.

- He is a wrong 'un. - Aye, too right.

And if he thinks he's got away with this, he's got another thing coming.

Oh, this is all my fault, lad.

I only ever meant to invent good things, things that help people.

I never imagined they could be used for wrongdoing.

Oh, heck, it's the law.

I'm done for now.

Morning, Mr Wallace. Master Gromit.

Norbot! Where have you been?

No job is too small.

Sounds like he's back to his nifty odd-jobbing self.

We're saved!

Neat and tidy!

Huh?

Wait, Norbot! Come back!

Don't worry, lad.

He's voice-activated. Hmm. Norbot!

Norbot!

Norbot! Norbot!

Norbot! Norbot!

Steady on!

Huh?

What are you up to, lad?

Hardly the time to start leaf-blowing!

What on earth!

Gromit!

Collision warning!

Right. Someone's got a big surprise coming.

- Sorry! - Chief, they're getting away!

Chief?

Did we get him?

Careful!

There's Feathers!

Nice work, Gromit!

Let's get after the bounder.

More speed, Mr Wallace?

Eh?

Whoa!

Steady, Norbot. Take her up, Gromit.

Hand over the diamond, you little tyke!

- Norbot, fetch. - Righto.

That's it. That's it, Norbot.

Banana alert!

Skidding!

Ow! Ow! Ouch!

There he is! After him!

Norbot, stop this thing!

Yes, Mr Wallace.

Not like that!

Whoa!

Emergency stop complete.

Gromit?

Whoa!

There they are, Chief!

Oh, nice-looking narrowboat, that. A bit like mine.

Hang on a sec.

That is mine!

Hey! Stop in the name of the law!

It's no use, lad.

If only there were some way of rebooting them.

Ah!

Huh?

Another invention?

Are you sure, lad?

Right, then. Technical assistance is on its way.

Can't believe he nicked me boat.

And you thought he was innocent!

I think…

I think that's Feathers McGraw, Chief.

They're trying to stop…

- …Feathers McGraw! - Feathers McGraw?

Don't be ridiculous!

He's banged up in the zoo!

That's just an innocent nun out for a pleasure cruise.

I just think maybe Wallace has been unfairly portrayed as a crazed inventor…

Oh, this'll work a treat!

- Huh? - …to a certain extent.

What the…

What's he done with me vintage boot collection?

Okay, Gromit. Let's give those gnomes a good reboot up the backside!

Missed!

- Bullseye! - Reset mode activated.

It's working, lad!

Give it more welly!

Take that!

Hoodlums!

Reset mode activated.

Reset mode activated.

This has gone far enough.

Chief Inspector Mac,

all units pursue and arrest Wallace--

Sorry, Chief, I'm using me gut.

Calling all units! Head to the border.

Suspect is not Wallace,

but a small nun in charge of a canal boat.

You're in big trouble, Mukherjee!

Yeah! This is going on your assessment report, this!

Reset mode activated.

Hi. I'm your Nifty Odd-jobbing Robot.

Call me Norbot.

Pleased to meet you.

Caught a few tiddlers, have you?

Good lad.

Now we've got him.

Eh? Where's he gone?

Huh?

Well done, lad.

We've got him!

Grom… it!

Don't let him get away!

Whoa!

- Sorry! - Huh?

Oh, Gromit!

Huh?

Oh, lummy!

Huh?

Why, ya…

Ouch!

I knew it was Feathers McGraw!

Quick, close the gate.

Gromit!

Give him the diamond, lad.

I can live without inventing,

but I can't live without…

…me best pal.

No!

Gromit!

No!

Hi. I'm your Nifty Odd-jobbing Robot.

Call me Norbot.

How may I help you?

No job is too small.

Aww!

I knew you would embrace technology in the end, lad.

Thank goodness you're safe.

All right! Break it up!

This is a crime scene now.

Chief! Chief!

I haven't got time for your apologies, Mukherjee.

Just arrest Wallace for…

Flippin' nora!

It is Feathers McGraw!

And he's got the diamond.

Oh, that's ruined me retirement, that has.

Wait? What?

The old turnip switcheroo!

Oh, cracking move, lad!

Cracking move, lad!

Bravo!

Ha! That told him, Gromit.

He's a bad egg, that one.

And a scoundrel to boot.

I think you should have this, Officer.

Well, considering what I've just seen,

it looks like Mukherjee was right about you being innocent.

You mean,

I'm not going to jail?

No. Thanks to the instincts of a fine young copper.

You're a natural, Mukherjee.

Oh, thanks, Chief. That means a lot.

Happy retirement, sir.

Well, this is a turnip for the books, eh, lad?

Hmm.

Oh, yes! Very funny, Mr Wallace!

Oh.

Hmm.

Ah, yes.

Oh, hey! Hey, What's this? What…

Can't you read, sonny Jim?

Maximum speed four miles per hour.

That's three points on your licence for a start!

Morning, Gromit.

How's my favourite pooch, hmm?

Oh, I've got something for your garden, lad.

I've repurposed the Pat-O-Matic.

After all, necessity is the mother-in-law of invention.

Da-na!

Aww.

Oh, but there's some things a machine just can't do, eh, lad?

Aww! Aww! Aww!

Aww, yes.

Cheers, me old pal.

Da-na!