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[male voice] ♪ Paddington ♪
[all] ♪ Paddington ♪
[male voice] ♪ Paddington Bear ♪
♪ Paddington ♪
[children] ♪ Paddington ♪
[male voice] ♪ Paddington Bear ♪
♪ He came from Peru ♪
♪ To be with me and you ♪
[all] ♪ He's a very rare sort of bear ♪
♪ P-A-D-D-I-N-G-T-O-N Paddington Bear ♪
♪ P-A-D-D-I-N-G-T-O-N ♪
♪ Paddington Bear ♪
Dear Aunt Lucy, today I learnt that sharing things with friends
makes you closer friends.
It all started today,
a very special day, called…
Pancake Day!
Yay! It's Pancake Day!
-What's Pancake Day? -Pancake Day! Woohoo!
What's Pancake Day? It's only the best day in the world ever!
He's not even joking!
It's the one day you can eat pancakes
for every single meal!
Oh! That sounds wonderful!
-What's a pancake? -It's sort of a… a flat cake.
-Mrs. Bird makes them for us. -No one makes better pancakes!
And you put lemon on them, or raspberries, bananas,
strawberries, or even marmalade!
[gasps] Marmalade!
[children and Paddington] Pancake Day! Pancake Day! Day…
What… what's going on?
Where are the pancakes?
Um, I'm afraid there is some bad news.
Mrs. Bird had a little accident.
[Scottish accent] Ach, it's my own fault.
I never should've gone snowboarding.
And I never should have attempted a triple back flip
with my eyes closed.
Oh, Mrs. Bird!
I do hope you're okay.
Ach, I'm fine wee bear, but sadly,
I cannot make any pancakes today.
Sorry.
Does this mean no pancakes on Pancake Day?
I'm sorry, Judy.
As much as we were all looking forward
to Mrs. Bird's buttery,
fluffy, silky smooth, delicious pancakes…
I'm afraid Pancake Day,
in the Brown house, is cancelled.
[deflated music]
[sighs] Perhaps I was a little hasty
taking the day off.
How hard can it be to make pancakes?
We could make them together!
There's no point!
-It's ruined! -He's not even joking.
[Mrs. Brown] You see, Paddington,
no pancake any of us make
could ever live up to Mrs. Bird's secret recipe.
But why can't Mrs. Bird tell us the secret recipe?
-Because it's a secret. -Oh, of course.
Now, we're all going to have to be very grown up about this
and try not to be too sad…
I'd never seen the family look so disappointed, Aunt Lucy.
[sad music]
So I decided to plan a surprise Pancake Day for everyone.
[joyful music]
Pan…
Cake…
Pancake.
Hmm. Jonathan said they were flat.
Ah!
[grunting]
[squishing]
Perfect.
Now to serve.
Oh!
[straining]
[grunting in pain]
Oh!
It seemed help had come from above.
A pancake recipe!
-[boy] Grapes! -[Judy] Sausages!
[boy] Pancakes!
All I can think about is pancakes!
Covered in yummy things, like… like syrup.
Oh…
[male voice] And next up on Windsor FM is the pancake news.
[female voice] The world's biggest pancake…
No!
Right, we need to do things
to take our minds off pancakes.
Oh, great idea, darling!
[lively music]
Ah!
"First, add eggs to the bowl."
Hmm.
Ah!
Whoa! Whoa!
Oh!
[lively music continues]
[chuckles]
Ah!
[straining]
How much longer do we have to pose for?
It'll take most of the day,
which is a good thing.
It'll keep us all occupied
and keep our minds off…
-[screams] -[children screaming]
Pancakes!
[joyful music]
Whoa!
[screaming]
[sighs]
[crash]
Oh!
Now I see why Pancake Day is only once a year.
[dial tone]
Hello, Emma, er, it's Mr. Brown.
Uh, I am just checking in for some distractions.
Uh, I mean, to see what's going on in the office.
Uh, important work, I presume?
[unintelligible]
Oh, you're… you're eating pancakes.
-[unintelligible] -Woah!
And… what, uh… what topping have you chosen?
Lemon and sugar.
[muffled] Oh, yeah, yeah, no.
Thank you, Emma, that'll be all.
Ah!
Mr. Brown? Mr. Brown?
[Paddington] Hmm… Perfect.
[grunting]
Huh?
[dragging]
-[soft music] -[groaning]
Um…
[cheerful music]
[straining]
Oh, no! Whoa!
-Whoa! -[crash]
What manner of rumpus is going on in here?
Paddington?
Surprise!
Indeed.
Oh!
I'm dreadfully sorry, Mrs. Bird.
I tried to make pancakes to cheer everyone up.
But now it seems they'll have to wait another year.
It's not so long, I suppose. Just 365 days.
Oh! Maybe abandoning Pancake Day was hasty,
but only I know how to make the special pancakes, wee bear.
It's always been my gift to the family,
but I cannae make them with these hands.
Can you make them with these paws?
Oh, I'm not sure, Paddington.
The family have very high pancake standards.
Get this wrong and they will be even more disappointed.
But get it right…
It could be the best Pancake Day ever!
Paddington, let's make Pancakes!
[lively music]
[sighs]
And now for the secret ingredient,
passed down in my family from generation to generation.
Oh! Don't worry, Mrs. Bird, I won't look!
[chuckles] Paddington, because of you,
Pancake Day is now happening.
I think you've earned the right
to know the secret ingredient, wee bear!
Oh! Wow!
I never thought the secret ingredient would be--
[whispering] Shh! Paddington, it's supposed to be secret.
Oh, sorry!
Let's hope this works!
Oh, I can't stop thinking about pancakes!
-Maybe we should go for a walk. -That is a great idea!
[celestial choir]
[gasps]
[engine starting]
Retreat!
Phew!
-[sizzling] -Oh!
I can almost hear pancakes sizzling.
-And I can smell them cooking. -[sniffing]
[suspenseful music]
Oh!
-Happy Pancake Day! -Happy Pancake Day!
Yes!
[joyful music]
These are breathtaking!
Oh, pancakes how I've missed you!
Maybe just one more.
You have outdone yourself again, Mrs. Bird.
How ever did you manage it with those hands?
Well, I didn't do it on my own.
Paddington made these.
And Mrs. Bird very kindly told me the secret ingredient,
which is…
-[gasp] -[gasps] Go on!
Remaining a secret.
Truth be told, I'm pleased to have passed it on.
Now, eat your pancake you messy cub!
-Try one with banana! -This one has marmalade.
I'm full up.
In the end, Aunt Lucy,
I think Mrs. Bird rather enjoyed sharing her secret recipe.
And we became even greater friends through it.
That's the thing about friends,
the more you share with them, the greater friends you become.
Love from Paddington.
[soft music]
Dear Aunt Lucy,
summer in Windsor Gardens is a very peaceful affair.
[boy] Goal!
Well, most of the time.
Yesterday, I was introduced
to the most wonderful round object.
It's a football, Paddington.
A "Football-Paddington"?
No, just a "football", Paddington.
-That's what I said. -Do you want to play?
It's really fun.
Oh, I'm afraid I don't know how.
Don't worry. It's easy. You just kick it.
[soft music]
Oh, my, that was rather fun. Thank you, Jonathan.
What shall we do now?
You don't just kick it once, Paddington.
Look, I'll show you.
You can only use your feet, right?
You can't use your hands…
You must kick the ball in the other person's goal.
You can kick it with your left foot…
-[bang] -Hmm.
-[Jonathan] Or your right foot… -Ah!
Or you can header it.
Or you can chest it.
And you definitely can't use your hands…
-[bang] -Ah!
-[bang] -[groans]
…unless you're in goal!
-And that's a tackle. -Um…
-And that's a slide tackle. -Oh!
And that's a scorpion kick. Sort of.
But you can't do a foul or you get a penalty.
Oh I can't take any more of this!
I can't believe they're using my fence
as a football pitch!
How ridiculous!
And when you score, you celebrate like this.
Yeah!
Whoop, whoop! Yeah!
[panting]
Got it?
If I'm honest, Jonathan, not really.
You'll get the hang of it.
[Jonathan] And Jonathan has the ball.
He passes it to Jonathan.
He scores!
It's a perfect touch
with his foot. Another goal!
A lovely through-ball and Jonathan shoots!
That's a hat trick!
Oh! Ah!
What happens now?
Goal kick. So just drop the ball and kick it.
Right, sounds easy enough.
Oh. Let me try again.
-No. -[cheerful music]
Almost.
OK, this is the one!
No.
Maybe just kick it on the ground.
Ah, yes, I would much prefer that.
[suspenseful music]
You can do it, Paddington.
Yes!
[lively music]
No!
Mr. Curry gets grumpy when my ball goes in his garden,
so, just let me do the talking, OK?
What is it?
Paddington wants to ask you something.
Well?
Oh, um…
Sorry to disturb you Mr. Curry,
but it seems I accidentally
kicked our football into your garden
and we wondered,
if it's not too much trouble,
if we might be able to come and get it?
No.
That's great, thanks.
Hang on. No?
No! I hate football. I always have.
Ever since I was a boy and no one asked me to play.
Besides, my garden is private property
and I take great pride in it, especially my gnomes.
And I won't have any snotty-nosed boys
or fur-shedding bears
trampling around and ruining it.
-No need to be rude. -[Mr. Curry] Yes, there is!
Told you he gets grumpy.
We should just climb over that fence and get our ball back.
I don't think that would be right.
It is his garden and he's told us not to go in it.
[gasps] What if we could get it back
without ever leaving our garden?
Well, I suppose that would be okay,
but I don't see how we can.
That tree is growing in our garden, yeah?
Yes.
And its branches hang over Mr. Curry's garden, yeah?
Uh… yes.
So if we climbed on those branches,
we'd still technically be in our garden,
because it's our tree!
Well, technically, yes,
but I'm not sure that…
Huh? Jonathan?
[rustling]
Hurry up, Paddington!
-[straining] -[soft music]
I can't reach it.
You're going to have to climb down me and grab it.
I think that sounds like a bad idea.
But you're a bear. You're great at climbing!
Well, I suppose that's true.
[straining]
[sighs]
It's no good. I can't reach.
Hang on. One…
two…
three…
Got it!
[both] Whoa!
[clock ticking]
Hmm.
Oh!
Mr. Curry really does seem to like gnomes.
Now what are we going to do?
Well, there's nothing for it.
We will have to tell Mr. Curry what happened
and say we are very sorry.
-Come on, Jonathan. -Wait!
Mr. Curry will be very upset
if he knows we've been in his garden, won't he?
Uh… Yes.
And making someone upset isn't very nice, is it?
No.
But if he never found out, then he wouldn't be upset at all.
I… I suppose that's true.
So, technically, not telling him would be the right thing to do.
For Mr. Curry.
Er… That sounds right, but somehow I…
-Mr. Curry! -[chuckling]
And may I say this fresh coat of paint
has made you look absolutely fantastic!
[gnome voice] Not as fantastic as you, Mr. Curry.
[laughs] You old charmer.
There you go.
Pride of place.
[suspenseful music]
-He's gone. -Oh! That was close!
We can climb up this trellis!
Jonathan, be careful.
You're right. If we break his gnomes
we'll be in even more trouble.
And Mr. Curry would be even more upset.
Yeah. That too. Let's move them.
And if he asks why his gnomes have moved,
we just say they wanted a picnic or something.
Oh. Perhaps they do want a picnic.
[cheerful music]
There.
You're all being very polite,
but I would tuck in if I were you.
-It's delicious. -[Jonathan] Great!
Now let's get out of here.
-[crack] -Oh!
-[slurping] -[cracking]
-Whoa! -Whoa!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
[lively music]
-[gasps] -Oh, no!
My gnomes!
[Mr. Curry] Ah!
Oops!
What in blazes are you two doing in my garden?
I have half a mind to call the police.
Please don't! I don't want to go to prison!
Dad says you go on the naughty list
and Santa never visits you again.
You should have thought of that
before you trespassed on my property!
We're very sorry, Mr. Curry.
We didn't mean to break your gnome. It was an accident.
We only wanted to get our ball back and finish our game.
And you'd be more than welcome to play with us,
if you wanted to.
You want to play football with me?
Give me that ball.
Jonathan,
stand in the corner of the garden.
[whimpers]
And you stand in the other corner, Paddington.
Oh…
And I'll go in goal.
[gasp]
Yes!
[rock music]
Let's play!
Yes!
[chuckles]
Easy!
Here!
Yes! Ha, ha, ha!
Oof!
Go, Paddington!
Nice!
Goal!
Oh, my knees!
Right! We're swapping.
[Mr. Curry] And Mr. Curry has the ball. He passes to Mr. Curry.
It's the perfect pass. Nothing can stop him now!
Mr. Curry lines up his shot, and…
[suspenseful music]
-Not again! -Oh!
Ahem. Can we have our ball back, please?
And they did give it back.
We all played football for the whole afternoon.
Later, Mr. Curry said that it was wrong of us
to climb in his garden without permission.
But it was also wrong of him not to have given our ball back
in the first place.
But then he said he was glad he didn't,
because it meant we all had a lovely game together
and that was more valuable than a few garden gnomes.
I think I finally understand why people love football so much.
-Love from Paddington. -[soft music]
Ah!
Good as new!
[soft rock music]
[all] ♪ P-A-D-D-I-N-G-T-O-N Paddington Bear ♪