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In a small English village…

“I think I’ve done it, Gromit,” Wallace said as he tightened the last screw on his device. “This just might be the world’s first ‘inter-dimensional transport’, or ‘IDT’ as I call it.” Wallace grinned like an idiot while Gromit rolled his eyes, concerned for his master’s well-being, once again. But before Gromit could formally protest, both he and Wallace were strapped into the machine wearing equally ridiculous helmets.

“Alright Gromit!” Wallace shouted over the now roaring engines, “Off we go to never before explored dimensions…!” The device lifted and hovered forward into a newly created portal.

Soon, after a bright flash of light, they were in a world between dimensions.

“We did it, Gromit!” Wallace shouted and shook his partner’s shoulder. He stopped the machine and got out, removing his helmet. “What’s the use of being in another realm if we don’t stop to see the sights?”

Gromit sighed and followed Wallace. He stopped short and scratched his scalp as he looked around. The “World Between Dimensions” really just looked like a giant bookstore. And behind him was a huge book with both he and Wallace on it. It had the words “Wallace and Gromit: A Novelization” on the top.

As Gromit panicked and tried to pull on his master’s arm to show him, another book not far away shook and two figures slid out. One, a green nude man with an unsightly bump. The other, an orange horse.

“Well Gumby, we took care of the Blockheads that time!” The horse said.

“You can say that again, Pokey ol’ pal,” the green one, supposedly Gumby, said back, “Let’s go home and see if we can get Mother to give us some milk and crackers.”

Before Gromit could convince him otherwise, Wallace spoke up, “Well would you look at that! Inter-dimensional beings!” He grabbed a net from the back of the transport, “I don’t suppose they would mind coming along for scientific purposes. Gromit panicked and pulled at Wallace’s shirt, attempting to stop him. He only managed to get dragged behind him.

As a net fell over Pokey’s head, Gumby turned and saw the odd looking man and his anthropomorphic dog. Confused, Gumby spoke up, “What seems to be the problem, Friend?”

“Yeah, what gives?” Interjected Pokey.

“My name is Wallace and this is my dog Gromit,” Gromit covered his eyes and turned away, “We’ll be taking you back to our dimension for studying.”

Gumby looked cross, “Not likely. We’re heading home.” He removed the net from Pokey’s head and tossed it. The two of them inched closer, ready to take them down.

Wallace got angry, “Well, there’s always the old fashioned way.” He rolls up his sleeves. Gromit, despite his differences, felt it necessary to defend his master’s honor.

Which team wins this “Clash of the Clay”?

Aerial photograph of Soda Lake, the San Andreas fault (marked with 'SAF' notes), and the faulted and offset Wallace Creek, Carrizo Plain, San Luis Obispo County, California. Dark areas near upper right and upper left are results of range, grass, fires. View to the northeast.