[train whistles]
[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 ♪
[Paddington] Dear Aunt Lucy,
I've made so many wonderful friends since arriving in London.
And I've found that you can find friendship
in the strangest of places.
Oh, you don't want to be doing it like that.
-Pull at the base and twist. -Yes, thank you.
But I'm quite all right.
[straining]
I wish the biggest thing I had to worry about was weeds.
Squirrels have taken over my garden.
Oh! Go on! Shoo!
Oh! Hop it!
[sighs]
No, no. That's all wrong.
Pull with your legs, turn your back--
Yes, thank you, but I know how to pull out a weed.
[straining]
Ow!
-[Mr. Curry] Told you! -Mr. Brown, are you okay?
I've pulled a muscle. I need to go and rest it.
-Oh! The weeding will have to wait. -You don't want to rest it.
Ice and a hot bath will do the trick, and then a long walk and some oil.
Hop it! Shoo!
Mr. Brown, why don't I finish the weeding for you?
No, thank you, Paddington.
No, I'm sure I'll be right as rain later.
[chuckles] Ow!
Ow! Ooh-ooh!
I knew that Mr. Brown was just being polite, Aunt Lucy,
so I decided to finish the weeding for him.
But, first, I needed some tools.
Ah!
[gentle music]
What's this?
Hmm.
[crashing]
That's funny. My foot's never made that noise before.
-Whoa! Oof! -[engine starting]
Ugh! Huh?
Oh! [chuckles]
How wonderful.
[cheerful music]
-[gasps] -[explosion]
[Paddington] Oh, dear. That's not good.
[Paddington] Wait!
Don't chase behind it. Run to where you think it's going to go.
-[Mr. Curry] No! Not like that! -Got you!
Oh! Oh, dear!
Whoa!
[gasps] Ah!
When it zigs, you zag.
Move about more! Hide!
That's a good idea, Mr. Curry.
Phew! I think it's gone.
Oh, dear!
[rhythmic music]
Oh, my! Oh, my!
[engine stops]
Oh! That was a close one!
Still, no harm done.
[screaming]
[lively music]
I felt terrible about all the damage I'd caused to Mr. Brown's lovely lawn,
so I decided to make it up to him
by planting some grass seed.
Oh! Excuse me!
Sorry. Those are actually my grass seeds.
Easy mistake to make.
Now, honestly, I did ask nicely.
Shoo! Shoo, pigeons!
[sighs] Shoo! Shoo, pigeons!
Excuse me. Could you… Now, now, please.
I'd like you to… Ah!
[cooing]
[Paddington] So, no matter how politely I ask them,
the pigeons keep eating the grass seed.
-What am I to do, Mrs. Brown? -Oh! You should build a scarecrow.
That's a great idea. I'll build a…
What's a scarecrow?
Well, a scarecrow is a sort of a dummy
that you put in a garden to scare birds away.
All you need to make one is a stick, some old clothes and some hay.
You go and get the old clothes, I'll get the rest.
[door opening and closing]
Huh?
Oh, this will make your scarecrow look extra cool.
Oh, thank you, Judy.
[Jonathan] You can have my football socks.
You might want to wash them first though.
[sniffing]
[gags] Yes. I see what you mean.
Or should I say, "I smell what you mean."
-Oh! But won't you miss them? -They were a gift from Mrs. Brown.
But… they're a bit flashy for me.
It was a gift from Mr. Brown, but it's a little bit dull for me.
[Mrs. Bird, with a Scottish accent] You can have my old badges.
Gosh! Thank you.
Ho, ho, ho! You are welcome, wee bear.
[straining]
What do you think?
I think it's… perfect.
-What are you going to call it? -Oh! I hadn't thought of that.
Scarecrow has to have a name.
Right.
I think I'll call our scarecrow…
Lumpy!
[cooing]
Hurray! Lumpy worked.
Good aftern… Ah!
[terrifying music]
Hello, Mr. Curry!
This is my scarecrow friend, Lumpy.
The eyes… that mouth…
I… I… I best be going.
-You coming, Paddington? -Oh, I think I'll stay here.
I don't want Lumpy to get lonely.
-[cheerful music] -[slurping]
I thought you might like a drink as well.
It's good for the garden.
"'You shall not pass,' cried the wizard."
[snoring]
Mmm. Perfect marmalade.
It's just a scarecrow. Nothing to be scared of.
Except its strange eyes.
No! It's an inanimate object!
[grinding]
Oh…
[terrifying music]
Ah!
There. I'll hide first.
You can't look until I've counted to ten.
And no peeking!
[cheerful music]
Night-night, Lumpy.
[yawning]
[terrifying music]
Oh!
[humming]
I've had a letter from Aunt Lucy.
Would you like to read it with me, Lumpy?
Where have you gone?
Mr. Brown, have you seen Lumpy?
Yes. Yes, I put it in the shed.
But the shed's all dark and it's full of spiders.
Well, we don't need it any more.
Look. All the grass has grown back.
Oh! I suppose we don't.
No, I'm sorry. I can't leave Lumpy in the shed.
Oh, I know what I'll do.
I'll see if anybody else needs a scarecrow.
Thank you, Paddington, but we like having the birds here.
[cooing]
Oh!
[Hungarian accent] Sadly, Paddington, I don't have a garden.
Nice scarecrow, but no thank you.
Oh!
I didn't think it would take long to find a new home, Aunt Lucy.
After all, Lumpy is such a good scarecrow.
Ah!
I decided to try Mr. Curry.
Oh, your hat!
What is it? I'm busy ins--
Ah!
Got it.
Oh, good. Mr. Curry has left the door open for us to come in.
Hmm.
Mr. Curry?
Mr. Curry!
Maybe I imagined it.
Ah!
No! No, no, no, no, no!
Ah! No…
[terrifying music]
Please don't eat me! I'm old and chewy!
Hello, Mr. Curry.
Huh?
Bear! Why do you keep pestering me with that thing?
I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Curry.
I thought you might like to have Lumpy in your garden.
-No, I wouldn't. -But why?
Because it's scary. Okay?
I'm a grown man, and I'm scared of a scarecrow.
There. I said it.
Lumpy's not scary.
Lumpy's my friend.
And I really don't want Lumpy to be alone,
with nobody for company.
-Misunderstood by everyone. -Oh!
Lumpy is really nice underneath.
I suppose Lumpy is rather like me.
I'm alone. People think I'm scary, but I'm not.
I don't think you're scary, Mr. Curry.
We're not so different, me and Lumpy.
All we want is to keep pests out of our gardens.
Does Lumpy scare squirrels away, do you know?
I think Lumpy could.
Ha!
Ha, ha! Yes! Ha, ha!
Okay, you've twisted my arm.
-So, Lumpy can stay with you? -Yes. But I'm not happy about it.
Oh! That's wonderful news! Thank you, Mr. Curry.
You won't regret it.
Ha! [chuckles]
Everything worked out well in the end, Aunt Lucy.
I made a new friend, who lives next door now,
so we can still see each other every day.
Love from Paddington.
Dear Aunt Lucy,
today started like any other day.
I got up and I went to the bathroom.
[yawning]
[soft music]
[yawning]
[water running]
[water stops]
Hmm?
[water running]
[water stops]
-Ah! -[Judy] Sh!
I'm hiding. We've got to be quiet.
-[loudly] Okay, I'll be quiet! -Sh!
Oh. Sorry, Judy.
-Why are we hiding? -[door opens]
[gasps] Sh!
-[suspenseful music] -[steps approaching]
-Ah! -Ah!
[Mrs. Bird] Found you!
[laughing]
-[squeaking] -Oh!
I'm sorry, Paddington. I didn't know you would be there too.
That's okay,
but I still don't understand why Judy was hiding from you.
We were just playing a wee game.
A game? Seems rather scary to be a game.
Oh, it's not scary. It's really fun.
-It's called hide-and-seek. -What's that?
You know. The game where a seeker closes their eyes, counts to ten,
while the other players hide, then he says,
"Ready or not, here I come!" and has to find the people hiding.
I've never heard of it.
What if the seeker can't find the hiders?
Will they be hiding forever? That would be very sad.
Well, Paddington, that's why you have the magic words.
Please and thank you?
No. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
If you say that, then the hiders must come out and show themselves.
I thought that this seemed like the most wonderful magic trick.
Imagine. All you have to do is simply say,
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
…and your friends would… Poof! Appear!
Oh, ridiculous!
Oh, wow! Please can we play a game now?
Hmm. I have a lot to do today.
I've got to get to Mr. Gruber's before it closes,
to get a part for my motorcycle,
and I need to have a nap.
Doesn't sound like a busy day to me.
Less cheek from you, young man.
I have the Bikers of Windsor Gardens Association event tonight,
which is always a late one.
Please, Mrs. Bird. I've always wanted to play hide-and-seek.
Paddington, you've only just learned what it is.
Yes, but ever since then I've always wanted to play.
Are you sure you want to do that, Paddington?
Oh, yes. Just as sure as you are in wearing that new hat, Mr. Brown.
Huh? I thought it made me look rather distinguished.
[chuckles]
Why shouldn't I be sure
about playing hide-and-seek with Mrs. Bird?
Because Mrs. Bird is widely known as the world champion of hide-and-seek.
-So, be warned. -Oh, congratulations, Mrs. Bird.
Hush, Mr. Brown. Okay, we can have one quick game.
Paddington, you can be the seeker.
It would be an honour.
Okay, close your eyes and count to ten.
One, two, three, four, five…
six, seven…
eight…
nine, ten!
[ding]
Uh…
[whispering] Ready or not…
Ah! Ready or not, here I come!
[chuckles]
[sniffing]
Of course, I thought I'd be very good at hide-and-seek.
After all, we bears have a wonderful sense of smell.
Aha!
I've found you!
Oh!
Ugh! One of Jonathan's dirty old socks?
[cheerful music]
Phew!
Ah!
[gasps] I've found you!
Ugh!
Oh, I've been looking for that.
Come on. I know how we can find Judy.
[loudly] Hey, Paddington!
Jonathan, there's no need to shout. I'm right here.
Let's go and check around Judy's room!
-Don't you dare! -Found you!
-[groans] -[chuckles]
Come on. We need to find Mrs. Bird.
[cheerful music continues]
Hmm.
Ha!
Oh!
[chuckles]
-Paddington, what are you doing? -Well, she's not in here.
But I did find this!
All this seeking has really built up my appetite.
Come on! This isn't the time for a snack break.
Look!
[suspenseful music]
[gasps]
Found you!
[Jonathan] Ugh!
[cheerful music]
Aha!
-Ha! -Paddington!
I'm sorry, Mr. Brown. I… I thought you were Mrs. Bird,
pretending to be you.
You know, behind the paper and wearing that silly hat again.
Well, goodbye.
Silly?
Ho, ho!
-I'll check my room! -[gasps]
Hmm.
[cheerful music continues]
Ooh!
[Judy] Paddington! Come on!
Oh, dear. I really should fix that.
[Mrs. Bird chuckles]
[deflated music]
Hmm.
[sighs]
-Well? -Nothing.
-We have to find Mrs. Bird! -Oh! I have an idea!
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
No! Then she'll win.
But Mrs. Bird will appear now, because I said the magic words.
Ah! Okay.
-That's weird. -Call it again, Paddington.
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
-Uh… -Hmm.
Mrs. Bird always comes out of hiding.
Oh, no! Mrs. Bird…
is missing!
[Judy] The mission is simple. Find Mrs. Bird.
We've already checked the house, so Mrs. Bird must have gone off site.
Mrs. Bird said that she needed to go to Mr. Gruber's.
Great! Let's give out posters on the way.
[lively music]
Oh! We'll ask Mr. Curry.
[Paddington] He knows everything that happens.
-[Paddington] Mr. Curry! -Oh, no! No! No, no, no, no, no!
-Hello, Mr. Curry! -Oh, that's a record.
Almost an entire day without being disturbed by the bear.
Sorry to bother you, Mr. Curry, but could you look at this?
What on earth is that?
It's not a "what," Mr. Curry, it's a "who."
It's Mrs. Bird, of course.
She's missing. This is a missing person's poster.
Missing, huh? Well, I haven't seen her.
Maybe she saw sense and moved out.
That was very rude.
I might give him a hard stare when I have more time.
[cooing]
[lively music continues]
Oh, hello, you three.
Oh, I'm afraid I'm about to close.
What can I do for you?
Good evening, Mr. Gruber.
We can't find someone very dear to us.
Have you seen her?
Oh, dear! You've lost Mrs. Bird?
We were playing hide-and-seek.
We looked everywhere and she's disappeared!
Ah! She is good at hide-and-seek.
But I'm afraid I haven't seen her today.
She was supposed to come pick up this part for her motorcycle.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Gruber.
Huh?
Uh…
Hmm.
Uh…
Hmm.
[gasps] I know where Mrs. Bird is!
[snoring]
-[all] Found you! -Ah!
[gasps] Hello, kiddos.
-I guess I really needed that nap. -[laughter]
So, in the end, Aunt Lucy,
Mrs. Bird had her nap and got her part from Mr. Gruber.
Judy and Jonathan and I are crowned the new hide-and-seek champions.
-We did it! -Yay!
Hide-and-seek was fun,
but finding Mrs. Bird was best of all.
[Mrs. Bird] Come out, come out, wherever you are!
One day, I hope to find you again, Aunt Lucy.
Love from Paddington.
[soft rock music]
[all] ♪ P-A-D-D-I-N-G-T-O-N Paddington Bear ♪