Wallace Y Gromit - La Batalla De Los Vegetales ... May 2026

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

The machine roared. A cloud of pungent, cheesy gas exploded across the garden. The vegetables recoiled. The Brussels sprouts shriveled. The leeks wilted. The King Potato let out a terrible, high-pitched squeak as he deflated back into a normal, lumpy spud. 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. “Eat this, you oversized compost heap

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. The vegetables recoiled

“Well, lad,” Wallace sighed, picking up the small, harmless potato. “I think we’ll stick to the ‘love’ method next year.”

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.

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).