Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Cracking job, Gromit.
Hang on, old chum.
- What's going on?
- Who is it?

Reel him in, lad.
To me. To me.
Gotcha! Thieving monster.
Me prize pumpkin.
Me little baby. Me pride and joy.
You've saved it, Anti-Pesto.
it was nothing at all, Mrs...
- Everything's under control.
- Oh, no!

Don't worry, madam.
Thank you, Mr. Wallace.
All in a night's work, Mrs. Mulch.
Cute little feller, isn't he?
You'd never believe
they'd cause so much damage.

Oh, he may look innocent, sir.
But left to his own devices,
this is the ultimate
vegetable-destroying machine.

Reg, me teeth!
Job well done, lad.
Subject disarmed and neutralized.
Bless you, Anti-Pesto.
With you out there protecting our veg,
the most important event
of the year is safe.