It'd be another sunny morning at 62 West Wallaby Street. Gromit would be sat at the table reading the newspaper with a bowl of cereal in front of him, slowly going soggy as he had ignored it. Wallace would be sat at the table eating his toast and jam, holding a mug of tea in his hand.

You'd take a mug from the tall mug holder on the counter, the rest of the mugs falling from the holder and shattering on the ground. Silence would fill the room as Gromit would look up from the newspaper he was reading, and Wallace would place his mug onto the table in front of him before speaking.

"Well, lad, you really have to be more careful with that!"

He'd say, giving a light smile as he'd push his chair back and stand up, looking around the room for Norbot. He'd call for him, Norbot quickly approaching with a broom and dustpan to clean up all the shattered china.

"That should do it!"

The gnome bot would eventually leave with a bounce in his step, humming something aloud to himself. Gromit would watch him leave, making no comment due to his lack of speech, and would go back to his newspaper.