Paddington Page #5

- Uncomfortable?

- Hmm.

- Flushed?

- Hmm.

- Queasy?

- Hmm.

It's called a hard stare.

My aunt taught me to do them

when people had forgotten their manners.

- Oh, give me strength.

- Mr Brown, you can trust me.

There really was an explorer.

And if we can find him,

I know he'll give me a home.

A proper home, like yours.

Now I've got an idea.

But I'm going to need your help.

- This is never going to work.

- Of course it will.

- You look very pretty.

- That's what they'll say in jail.

- Morning.

- Oh, hello there.

Hold up.

Haven't seen you before, have I?

No, that's right. I'm new.

Hmm... Thought so.

Lovely day, innit?

- Unusually hot.

- Yeah.

Just like you.

Go on, then. Off you pop.

Right!

Darkest Peru.

- 200 items!

- I knew that lady was hiding something.

What is it?

It says "record destroyed".

Let's check the others.

Oi!

New girl.

Is there a problem?

- Forgot to check your pass.

- My p... Oh, my pass. Yes.

- It's an old photograph.

- Ha.

I'm sure you've always been a... Whoa.

O-O-2. Retrieve.

You've changed a bit.

I lost a lot of weight.

You're telling me.

And the...

I had it lasered.

And the arm's grown back.

It's a false arm.

You really can't feel a thing?

- Nothing.

- Amazing.

Well, I'm just off to the toilet.

See you in a bit.

Mr Brown, I've found something.

That's brilliant. Now let's put

these back and get out of here.

Er... Mr Brown...

Something's jamming the system.

I think it's a baguette.

Is that peanut butter?

Too orange. I think it's...

Marmalade.

Hey, you!

Stop that sexy woman!

Halt!

- You have a beautiful home, Mr Curry.

- I've lived here all my life.

I inherited it from my mother.

A very distant woman.

And being such a pillar

of the community, I can see why

having that beast move in next door

would upset you so.

I suppose I should be grateful

that it's only one bear.

Oh, but it always starts

with just one, Mr Curry.

Soon, the whole street

will be crawling with them.

Drains clogged with fur.

Buns thrown at old ladies.

Raucous all-night picnics.

- What can we do?

- I have certain connections.

If I can get hold of the bear, I can see

that he's sent where he belongs,

- no questions asked.

- Really?

But I can't do it alone. I need

a strong, capable man to help me.

Me? Oh, now...

if I start hanging around,

people will ask questions.

But you? You could keep an eye on him,

couldn't you? For me?

Of course.

Perfect. So you do that.

Soon as he's alone, we'll pounce.

Fire her up, Mr Gruber.

- You actually broke in?

- That's right.

Sounds incredibly brave.

There's a time for being boring and

annoying, and a time for being a man.

Mr Brown dressed up as a lady

and someone stuck pins in him.

- What?

- It's starting.

- What was that?

- Doesn't matter.

- In a dress?

- No!

Did look like a dress.

More of a housecoat.

Quite liberating, actually.

Darkest Peru.

A vast, unexplored wilderness,

shrouded in mystery. Until now!

Is that where you're from?

Oh, Paddington, it's incredible.

Goodbye, Lucy.

Goodbye, Pastuzo.

And if you ever make it to London,

you can be sure of a very warm welcome.

I have learnt so much from these bears,

but I wonder what, if anything,

they have learnt from me.

Montgomery Clyde.

Dear Aunt Lucy.

You'll never guess what.

Today I saw a film the explorer made

of Darkest Peru.

I do miss our old home, although I'm

beginning to understand life in London.

The Browns are a curious tribe,

but I rather like them.

The way Mr Brown

arranges his stationery.

The strange objects

Mrs Brown finds in her handbag.

There you are.

How Mrs Bird has a Hoover

for every occasion.

That Judy can master any language.

Even bear.

Wonderful pronunciation.

And how Jonathan

can build almost anything

using only Mr Brown's

educational old toys.

This is amazing!

It's very strange.

I may be about to find the explorer,

but I'm actually beginning

to feel at home here.

Paddington, these books

contain the names and addresses

of all the people who live in London.

If we look up every "M Clyde",

we'll find your explorer.

- Thank you, Mrs Brown.

- Let's get cracking.

Wait for me.

I'll see if I can find anything

about Captain Clyde in the library.

I'll come with you. I need to refresh

our marmalade supplies.

Shouldn't someone stay with Paddington?

It's only for a few hours.

You don't need to worry, Mr Brown.

I think I've got the hang of things.

Well, you take care.

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

Have you ever

driven one of those?

Yes?

- Yes?

- Honeypot, this is Fierce Eagle.

- What?

- It's Mr Curry.

I did suggest that we adopt code names.

- Honeypot and Fierce Eagle.

- Yes, of course.

Do you actually have anything to report,

Fierce...?

- Eagle.

- ...Eagle?

Affirmative.

The Furry Menace is home alone.

I repeat,

the Furry Menace is home alone.

I'm on my way.

Honeypot.

- I need to get on the roof.

- Yes.

And after, I wondered if you'd like

to celebrate by dining with me.

I have some meat-paste sandwiches

and pickles.

- Sounds glorious.

- They went off on Tuesday

but you're normally alright for a week.

Mr Curry. The roof?

M Clyde, M Clyde...

Oh, dear.

I'm coming!

Come on, bear.

Just got a bit tied up

with the stationery.

Come on, little bear.

Elephant!

Bear!

Hide!

Darling! Darling! Honeypot, I'm coming!

Honeypot! Honeypot!

But it wasn't my fault.

Who else was in the house?

The door was locked.

- There was an elephant.

- An elephant?

It had the head of an elephant and body

of a snake, but it tried to shoot me!

- Have you been drinking salt water?

- No.

Paddington, tell us

what really happened.

- What?

- We won't be cross.

- Speak for yourself.

- Mrs Brown, you must believe me.

I would never lie to you.

I'm sorry, but that was the last straw.

It was an accident. They happen.

- But the children...

- Paddington's the best thing

that's ever happened to the children.

They're happy.

But what's the point of them being happy

if they're not safe?

He's putting them in danger.

They have to be our number-one priority.

They are!

They are.

And the worst part is

he won't even tell us the truth.

How can he live with us

if we can't even trust him?

I don't know, Henry.

We've got to face facts.

This house just isn't the place

for a bear.

Perhaps you're right.

Maybe we should take him

to the authorities.

Blow, wind, blow

Blow, wind, blow

I was never told the city of London

would be so cold

Thank you.

Get out of it!

Bloody bears!

I decide to roam

Now I wanted to go back home

"Dear Browns."

"Thank you very much for having me

to stay. You are a very lovely family."

"I'm very sorry

about the flood and the fire...

and the incident

at the Geographers' Guild."

"I hope that...

now I have gone,

things will calm down a bit."

"Yours, Paddington."

Well, shall we go after him?

It's better this way.

He didn't really belong here.

How can you say that?

Judy.

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