The killer wasp hovered over his head like

The killer wasp hovered over his head like a demonic vulture inspecting his prey. The look of digust on the wasps featureless face was evident. It clancked its vicious pincers.

Wallace the Worm wasn't afraid of killer wasps. They were far to stupid to actually

build an mud or paper nests and froze into extinction the first winter after they came into being, this gave Wallace the Worm time to work on his

wiggly muddy magic. Wallace squirmed through the soil to the surface for the first time in centuries, and taking in the beauty of a bird-free world, willed into existence a new

tractor with which he and Gromit could make daily rounds as processed soup recyclers. "Would you like some cheese coup, ma'rm?" Wallace asked the Queen who was lactose intolerant.

"You forget Your Majesty has a tender stomach," replied the Queen, staring suspiciously at the cheese coup. Gromit beckoned him to return to the tractor and on to more soup rounds

"Sure old buddy, old pal," replied Gromit, "But hurry it up, will ya? I'm kinda in the middle of somethin' here." He waggled his fingers at the Queen & winked. Wallace blew up.

Guts flew everywhere, decorating the dog and the Queen with various organs. Scraps of intestine flung onto the royal throne, Her Majesty vomited, and Gromit began to regret talking

about exactly what happened to a body when it's beheaded. But you can't make an omelette without executing monarchs. Viva la Revolucion! as they say in Yorkshire.