Paddington Page #3

Could you tell me the way

to the central business district?

...so she can run away

and start a small business.

I have been accused

of insider trading

and require legal representation.

When Jonathan grows up,

he wants to be an astronaut.

Last year he built

a pair of rocket boots...

Three, two, one.

...and is now only allowed to play

with safe, educational, indoor toys

from the olden days.

They live with

an old relative called Mrs Bird.

Her husband was in the Navy, and she

still likes everything shipshape.

Tomorrow, they are taking me

to the authorities,

who will house me in something

that is not an orphanage,

but still doesn't sound like the sort

of home we were really hoping for.

Can't you sleep?

Me neither.

I do wish

we could have found the explorer.

I know, Paddington.

But I've been looking everywhere

and I still can't find any mention

of an English expedition to Peru.

But there really was an explorer,

Mrs Brown. He gave my uncle this hat.

What, that was the explorer's hat?

Hm-hmm. Why?

I've got a friend who runs

an antiques shop in the Portobello Road.

He knows all about old things

like your hat.

Oh...

it's just possible

he could help us find your explorer.

Well, that would be wonderful.

- But didn't Mr Brown say...

- Don't you worry about Mr Brown.

As far as he's concerned,

we're going to the authorities.

But I'm not standing by while there's

a chance of finding you a proper home.

Now make sure you get some sleep, OK?

Night-night.

Tomorrow,

we are going to find the explorer.

Love from Paddington.

Oh.

PS. That is now my name.

Good evening, Grant.

Madam Director.

Another delivery from the docks?

Bring it through.

Yes!

You are going to make

a fantastic addition to the collection.

Aren't you worried

people will ask questions?

Not at all. As far as the tree-huggers

who run this place are concerned,

I'd never dream of stuffing

a poor defenceless animal.

However, it's not enough for me just

to look after this dusty old collection.

I need to add the odd choice specimen

of my own.

There was some weird sort of animal

at the dock today.

Oh, yes?

Yeah. I was doing

my rounds as usual

when I spotted something sticky

on the deck of the boat.

I think they were paw prints.

Whatever it was that had made them

had hidden himself away in the lifeboat.

Must have been in there

all the way from Peru.

Seems to have lived

on nothing but marmalade.

Did you say marmalade?

- Hmm.

- What happened to him?

- He sneaked out in the mail van.

- Yes?

- I tracked him to Paddington.

- Good.

But then he disappeared.

I'm sorry. It's just that that creature

means a great deal to me.

Why? Is he endangered?

He is now.

Oof!

Now, I know you all like marmalade,

but this is my sandwich.

You're not using those ear brushes

to clean your mouth, are you, Mr Brown?

Peculiar habit.

Morning!

Awesome.

Jonathan.

Don't even think about it.

34 per cent of pre-breakfast accidents

involve banisters.

- But Paddington...

- I don't care what Paddington...

- It's so annoying, Mum.

- What is, pumpkin?

All my bathroom stuff is ruined.

Well, I've never liked you

using harsh chemicals, darling.

They play havoc on people's skin.

- Morning, Judy.

- Hello.

- Why is Dad so boring and annoying?

- It's for your own good.

Be nice, darlings.

All I was trying to do was wash my face.

Oh.

Better?

Come on, you two,

or you'll be late for school.

Heck of a racket

coming from your way last night, Brown.

Hello, Mr Curry.

I'm sorry if we disturbed you.

Good morning.

- I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

- Mr Curry, this is Paddington.

- He's a bear.

- I can see that.

- You must be a long way from home.

- I'm from Darkest Peru.

- Oh.

- Don't worry, Mr Curry, he's going.

Just as well. Don't want to be kept up

by any of your loud jungle music.

Don't tell anyone at school

about Paddington.

Why not?

Because everyone thinks

we're weird enough without the bear.

Ba, ba, ba, ba

Ba, ba, ba, ba

Ba, ba, ba, ba...

Hello there.

Ooh! Dog!

Where's that bear? Now, watch out.

There are thieves, murderers

and pickpockets on every platform.

So follow us

- and do exactly as you're told.

- Right-o.

Thank you.

Officer.

So, about the authorities.

I've printed off directions.

Oh. Laminated.

- The green arrows are to make...

- Thank you, darling.

I know exactly where I'm going.

- Where's Paddington?

- What?

Oh! Paddington.

Paddington!

Wow, I feel good

I knew that I would now

I feel good

I knew that I would now

So good

So good

I got you

Paddington?

Paddington!

- Over here!

- Coming.

That one's mine, thank you.

I assume he's yours.

Tell you what, Paddington.

It's not far to my friend's

antiques shop. Why don't we walk?

- Mrs Brown. Come in.

- You must be Mr Gruber.

And you must be the young gentleman

whose hat sounds so fascinating.

Welcome. You're just in time

for elevenses.

Every morning it arrives at 11 o'clock,

bringing salvation.

Just like a train that I took

many years ago.

- Really?

- Oh, yes. You see,

there was a lot of trouble

in my country.

So my parents sent me

all the way across Europe,

when I was not much older

than you are now.

Was it hard to find a home?

I had a great-aunt who took me in.

Master Gruber?

But I soon learnt a home

is more than a roof over your head.

My body had travelled very fast

but my heart...

she took a little longer to arrive.

But now I should like

to take a look at your hat.

- Oh, thank you.

- Unusual colour.

But it is hard to say how much of that

is original and how much...

Marmalade?

My uncle always kept

a marmalade sandwich in his hat

in case of emergency.

You're pulling my legs off.

What a splendid idea.

Ooh. Now, if you look carefully,

you can see your hat

has been hand stitched,

which suggests it is one of a kind.

- Really?

- Yes.

Hello there.

- Oh, wait a minute.

- It's very subtle.

- Oh, Paddington!

- The gentleman dropped his wallet!

Where is he?

- Mind out!

- Stop!

Come back!

What's he doing?

- Excuse me. Coming through.

- Careful!

Just trying to return

some lost property.

Hey, what are you doing?

Whoa!

Sorry!

Oi, come back!

Some kind of tiny police bear.

You!

What do you think you're doing?

Trying to return some lost property.

Get away from here! Leave my dog alone!

Do you want a biscuit?

Charlie Delta. Officer in distress.

Urgent assistance required. Go, go, go.

In 100 yards, bear left.

I've got your wallet!

Whoo-hoo!

It's actually quite good fun.

The Winter's Tale

contains Shakespeare's

most famous stage direction:

- "Exit, pursued by a..."

- Paddington?

- Paddington?

- Look, a bear!

You... dropped your wallet.

Gosh, you've got quite a few.

He certainly has.

No, you don't understand. I was just

trying to return some lost property.

Oh, hello, Judy.

- Do you know that bear?

- Erm...

He's awesome.

- Yeah, he's called Paddington.

- Thank you.

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