( toy plane engine revving )
MR. BEAN: ( imitates plane engine whirring )
Oh.
Get going...
Oh,
hmm?
Hmm,
hmm,
huh.
Right.
MR. BEAN: Oh.
Aha.
Go on, Teddy.
Aw, ugh.
Aw.
MR. BEAN:
Oh, no. What have I done?
Oh, phew.
Oh.
Oh, uh, huh.
Huh
Oh, oh.
There you go.
Oh, good.
Teddy.
My goodness.
Teddy, Teddy.
Gone. Uh-oh.
Teddy.
There you go.
Huh?
Oh, the keys.
Oh.
What the--oh!
MR. BEAN: Oh.
Yeah. Okay. Okay.
Hmm, hmp.
Uh-huh.
Hmm. What?
Hmm.
Okay.
Good.
MR. BEAN: Oh, no.
Hmm.
Right. Wait there.
All right.
Go on.
Down the stairs.
Carefully. Come on.
Come on.
Oh, wait there.
Ta-da.
- Uh-hmm.
Good.
Yes, yes.
Come on, go on.
Yeah.
Now this is
- Oh. - MAN: Yeah, boy.
- MR. BEAN: Oh. - MAN: In The Tower of London
where Her Majesty
keeps the crown jewels.
WOMAN:
No.
MAN:
in a range of colors
normally seen in this avian variety.
MAN: State Crown worn by Her Majesty.
Oh.
Hmm.
Huh,
hello.
MR. BEAN: Ah,
good.
Huh?
- Hmm.
- MR. BEAN: Night, night.
MRS. WICKET: Right.
Hmm, puss, puss, puss, puss,
come on.
Puss.
MRS. WICKET:
Oh.
What?
Oh, stupid.
What the...
Huh
What?
Oh,
oh,
I know.
- Officer, hmm... - Missus
I don't have much money
- but, uh...
- Excuse me.
Look what I found.
- Oh. - Oh.
- Hmm. - Hmm.
Uh, what's wrong?
What?
Right.
- Right.
Where is it?
Oh, oh.
MAN: Caught red-handed.
MRS. WICKET: I should have known.
I don't know
- MR. BEAN: Right. Uh-hmm.
MAN:
WOMAN: Station to Sarge. Station to Sarge.
Right. I'm on my way.
- MR. BEAN: Oh.
Oh
MAN: Wait a minute, madam.
Hmm, hmm?
What do you think you're doing? This is a police vehicle, madam.
You can't give me a parking for it.
- Just doing my job. - But I am a police officer.
- Look. Just move it. - MAN: This is a police vehicle.
You--
Yeah, ugh,
look at what she did.
Oh.
Hey, look,
look, hey, hey,
look, look.
No, no, no, no, that, that, that, that.
Yes. Yes. Yeah.
Go on. Go on.
Go on. Go and get it.
- Go on.
Yes.
Oh, this is fantastic.
I'll continue the interrogation.
What
Where did the prisoner go?
I don't know where he go.
No. Huh?
Hello.
Look.
Aye.
No.
Look at--look at it.
Look, please, please. There.
- MR. BEAN: Yeah.
Oh.
That's how it happened.
I'm going to lose me stripes.
Huh?
Hmm?
Oh, no.
MR. BEAN: Oh.