This page holds the short story which inspired the film. This is where it all began, folks. Read it to see where the director found his next masterpiece.

Wallace

Wallace, a guinea pig serving the US secret agent administration, has graduated at the head of his class. In a class of elite, mind altered guinea pigs, he turned out the most successful of the bunch: most athletic, most intelligent, despite being most fat. But we think the administrators secretly favored him on account of appeal. His first mission was an easy one, a reconnaissance mission ordered to receive intel on the notoriously dangerous British Mafia. But in the military, anything can happen. Even if it is supposed to be easy. Armed with a knife, a parachute and his special skills, Wallace unclipped himself from the radio controlled drone and drifted onto the chimney  of what was suspected to be the headquarters at Maryland. A ragged old shack, perfect mask for the millions they had stolen. Releasing his parachute, he hustled down the chimney and peered cautiously up into the room from the fireplace.

A short, middle aged man in a white suit with slick black hair combed to the left and a fat cigar in his jaw was just leaving the room. With lightning stealth, Wallace scurried to the ceiling where he would push in the styrofoam panel, squeezing up inside. From here, he could access any room in the building. Hearing vague chatter, he casually made his way to just above the sound and carved himself a small hole to peer in. Just in time. They were discussing their plans for the next heist, where actual people of the US military would be waiting to arrest them. Wallace began to take snapshots of every face in the room, preceding the top secret documents. Just as he was photographing the man in white, the man tilted his head up, just missing WallaceXU, but catching the falling camera in his palm just in time. This can’t be! His first mission and he had utterly failed. What luck. The camera had slipped out of his paw as he thrusted himself back through the hole in the ceiling. The other men were leaving the room, not seeing what had happened, giving Wallace an opportunity to think quickly and either risk the integrity of the US guinea pig elite recon force, or risk his own life in an attempt to recover what he had so carelessly lost. He chose the latter and dove, knife first towards the neck of the confused and unsuspecting leader. Striking the jugular, he grabbed his shoulder as the man fell and leaped into his hand, unclenching it and retrieving the precious camera. What a prime example of good old American bravery. They give medals for that, even to guinea pigs.