He isn't.

Spraycan

The can... sir?

This is a house based on a Budweiser can.

He wants four cans of beans and tomato soup, three cans of chilli.

You didn't forget the jerry can? No. It's full.

Soda can.

Canned.

Hundred.

Set the box, coffee maker...

Pick up the can.

A tin of this corned beef.

A tin of tomato soup.

This is tightly closed.

It's kind of like on the inside it'll look like a bowl.

Sir, this can expires tomorrow.

He's in the can.

What?

The can is empty.

This can is empty.

Oh, shit. I left my root beer.

And I once found a whole tin of Coca Cola nobody had drunk from.

All right, Collins. Put the can back on the rock.

Now hold it up.

Let me have a tin of that caviar.

Let me have a tin of California cling peaches.

Get that cat alone, Gromit.

And have been trying to for many many years. Give them one hundred cans.

Is that a cat food there?

It's a P2P cook. That barrel?

Then, these corbels going down underneath the eaves are that little design that comes off the can.

Why, you lowliving contraption. I ought to take a can opener to you.

Don't throw away cans on the street.

This is a shot of Cannery Row in 1932.

So what we are going to do here is figure out the surface area of the top of this cylinder.

Oh, of course we can open a can now. Oh, where's the can opener?

The carton's bust... what a mess!

How do you think the pineapple feels?

I'm no dierent from a can of pineapple.

I ate all 30 cans that night.

If memories ever come in a can,

Let's have a beer,

Let's cut this can open.

No, it's cat food. It is cat food. I just distract them.

We trade for ten thousand cans.