02x04 - Paddington Celebrates Mrs. Bird's Day/Paddington the Table Tennis Champ!

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"Dear Aunt Lucy,

do you remember giving me that very special jar

of your Most Marvellous Marmalade

before I left for London?

Well, today was the day I finally opened it.

Let me start at the beginning."

Oh! Huh?

Happy Mrs Bird's Day, Paddington.

Oh, my!



- [Gasps]

- Good morning, Paddington!

Good morning! Um, what's going on?

It's Mrs Bird's day.

It's the day we celebrate Mrs Bird,

to thank her for everything she does for us.

What a wonderful idea!

Mrs Bird has helped me so much since I came to London.



- Whoo!

- [Honking]

[Chuckles]

I should do something to thank Mrs Bird too.

Huh?

Oh! What is she eating in this picture?

It looks like a boiled egg and sardine sandwich.



- Ugh!

- Ew!

Perhaps they didn't have marmalade back then.

Marmalade! That gives me an idea.

Ah! Got you!

Using the juiciest oranges,

ripened in the deepest jungles of Peru.

Prepared with such love and attention

that only one jar is made every year.

Presenting Aunt Lucy's Most Marvellous Marmalade!

Are you sure you want to use such a special jar, Paddington?

Oh, yes, Mrs Brown.

If I'm going to make a marmalade sponge cake for Mrs Bird,

it's the least I could do after everything she's done for me.

Aunt Lucy used her Marvellous Marmalade

to make me wonderful sponge cakes when I was a cub.

Ah! I feel so happy thinking about them.

That's called nostalgia, Paddington.

It's when memories from your past make you feel warm inside.

For me, my most tasty childhood memory is banana jelly.

Mmm...

Well, nostalgia sounds delicious!

[Straining]

I don't seem... to be able... to open the jar.

Oh, shall I... ?

Oh, the lid seems to be stuck.

Don't panic, Paddington, I'll open it for you.

Thank you.

Oh!

I'm afraid that's completely impossible.

It can't be impossible, Mr Brown.

I have to make the sponge before Mrs Bird gets home.

Someone must be able to open it?

Oh! I'm afraid that's very unlikely.

OK. Just...

[Door bell rings]

Aaah!

Oh, Bear, can't talk, very busy.

But, Mr Curry, the lid is stuck fast on this jar

and you are the only one strong enough to open it

and save Mrs Bird's special day from being cakeless!

[Chuckles] Why didn't you say so, Bear?

Give me the jar.

Don't worry, I just need to take it by... surprise!

[Sighs] Right. Follow me, Paddington!

This is no time for a bath, Mr Curry!

This bath isn't for me. It's for the marmalade.

Right! But it isn't dirty, Mr Curry.

By adding heat, the jar and the lid

expand at different rates.

Thus making it easier to open.



- You're so clever, Mr Curry!

- Right. In it goes.



- Watch and learn, Paddington.

- Oh, yes, please.

I love to learn.

Oh! It's slipping all over.

Why did I use bubble bath in the first place?

Oh! Well, I need to open this jar

if I'm going to make my marmalade sponge.

You see, it really does bring back such happy memories

from when I was a cub.

Oh! It was curry gravy for me.

That sounds spicy and delicious!

So called because it was an old family recipe.

Mother used to make it on a Sunday.

I can taste it now.

Smooth, oniony, and so thick and glossy

you could see your face in it.

I love a drop of gravy.

That sounds wonderful.

Well, thank you for trying, Mr Curry.

Perhaps I'll ask Mr Gruber if he has any ideas.

Enjoy your bath!

Oh! Gravy....

[Crashing sounds]

Well, your aunt's sponge cake sounds very special indeed.

It reminds me of my papa's home

-made goulash.

It was so hearty and delicious. And he'd make it for me

so I'd grow up to be big and strong!

[Straining]

But maybe not strong enough.

We need something with more grip.

Oh!

Ah, right!

Open sesame!

Oh... I'm sorry, Paddington. It seems stuck fast!

If only we knew someone who opens jars all of the time.



- [Gasps] But we do, Mr Gruber!

- We do?



- Thank you, Mr Gruber!

- Ha! We do!

Aaah!

Easy! All you need is a wet cloth

and to tell the jar just what to do.

You open for Paddington right now!

I'm sorry. It seems not to be listening.

Oh, thank you for trying, Sofia.

Oh, I've tried everything.

Mr Brown was right.

It's impossible, and I so wanted to make my marmalade sponge

from when I was a cub.

Oh, I'm sorry Paddington.

You know, when I was young,

my favourite thing to eat was a fruit called maracujá.

Every summer, my family and I would go to the local orchard

and pick the maracujá.

Oy! They were so sweet and juicy!

Oh, that sounds wonderful, Sofia.

Mrs Brown's favourite was banana jelly.

And Mr Curry had his gravy. Mr Gruber, his goulash,

and I had my most favourite marmalade sponge,

which I so wanted to make for Mrs Bird's special day.

You're making the marmalade sponge for Mrs Bird?

Oh! I thought you were making it for you!

[Gasps] Of course. You're right, Sofia.

[Honking]

Ah! Home sweet home!



- ALL: Happy Mrs Bird's Day!

- Oh! Mrs Bird's Day?

Oh, is that today?

Oh! Look at this place.

You've all gone to so much trouble just for me.



- Look, Mrs Bird!

- Oh! Such precious memories.



- [Bagpipes]

- Oh! Mr Brown,

your playing is really coming on.

I've learnt extra songs, just for today!

Ooh! I cannae wait to hear them.

But I have to say, I'm feeling a wee bit peckish.

If you're feeling hungry, I've got just the thing.

I've made something especially for you.

[Gasps] Is that what I think it is?

Boiled egg and sardine sandwiches!

[Gasps] Why, I haven't had one of these since I was Judy's age.

Oh, they were my favourite!

Mmm. Perfect. A wee taste of home.

We all just want to thank you for everything you do for us.

You really are a rare sort of bear.

Ooh! What about the marmalade, Paddington? Did you get it open?

No. It's stuck tight, I'm afraid.

Och! Toss it here, wee bear.



- What? I loosened it!

- [Chuckles]

Oh, thank you!

But I think we'll save this for another time.

ALL: Happy Mrs Bird's Day.

"Mrs Bird shared the sandwiches, so we all got a taste,

Aunt Lucy, and it was actually quite delicious!

I was so pleased I was able to show my appreciation

for Mrs Bird today.

She's one in a million and we're very lucky to have her.

Especially since she baked me a marmalade sponge!

Love from Paddington."

"Dear Aunt Lucy, This week Jonathan and Judy

took me to a special table in the park.

And I had never seen anything quite like it before."



- Oh, no!

- Let's go!

Ugh! Mine!



- Yeah!

- Wow!

Well, I must say, Mateo,

you really are rather good at ping pong.

Yeah, ping pong is basically my thing,

but I never get to play too much because of the unbeatables.

The unbeatables?

That's what they call themselves.

Some adults who really should know better.

This table was built as a way to bring the community together,

but every weekend, down they come and hog the table.

They play winner stays on and no one can b*at them.

And they keep playing and winning, playing and winning.

Well, I hope they are beaten soon.

And that's all I have to say on the matter.

But they aren't here now!

Paddington, you haven't played yet.



- Oh, but I don't know how to.

- It's simple.

I hit the ball to you, if you miss it, then I win the point.

If you hit it back and I miss it, then you win the point.

OK! That sounds marvellous.



- Ready?

- Now,

do you use the red side or the black side?



- Huh?

- Which paw should I use?

This one or this one?

Ooh! How wonderful!

Oh!

Well done, Paddington, you won!

Have I? I didn't mean to.

[Gasps] Oh, dear!

Erm, do you think... ?

JUDY: You b*at him, at the thing he's really good at!

JONATHAN: And it sort of broke his heart.

It's amazing! You're amazing!

You're the best player I've ever seen!

Don't you see what this means?

The unbeatables always play as a doubles team

and I can't b*at them on my own.

But if we play together, it means we can b*at them!

It means we can reclaim the table!

It means we can heal the community spirit!

It means we can be heroes!

Oh, Mateo, that does sound fantastic,

but I rather think it was just beginner's luck.

In my experience, there's no such thing as luck.

Meet me tomorrow, and don't forget your paddle.



- I don't have a paddle!

- Fine.

You can borrow one of mine.

Oh, how exciting!

[Alarm goes off]

Whoo!

Sorry, Mr Curry!

Bear!

PADDINGTON: So, which ones are the unbeatables?

[Gasp]

Thank you so much for the sunglasses, Sofia.



- Such a lovely gift!

- You never mentioned

the unbeatables were Mrs Brown...

And my mum!

[Gasps] Look! The table's empty again.

Oh, how about a quick rally?

You're on!

Hello, Mrs Brown. I had no idea you played ping pong.

Oh, yes.

Windsor Gardens' junior doubles champion three years in a row.



- Congratulations!

- Enough!

We're here to end your reign of terror.



- Our what?

- Your reign of terror,



- Mrs Brown.

- Right.

We're gonna take this table back for the community.

We challenge you to a doubles contest.

Winner. Stays. On.

Well, I do love a challenge.

But you know I have to do my best for my team.

And I always play to win.

So do we. Your ping is no match for our pong.

Oh, rather thrilling, isn't it?

Show 'em, Paddington.

Right

-o.

Silly me.

He's, uh, he's really good, just watch.

Ooh!

Sorry.

You can do it, Paddington.

I'm very sorry, Mateo.

They... they thrashed us. We didn't win a single point.

Yes. Mostly my fault, I'm afraid.

Well, completely my fault, actually.

I did think it was all down to beginner's luck.

I'm sorry I let you down.

It's OK. It's just that my mum taught me how to play ping pong.

We used to have so much fun.

Then I found out that she was alwayslettingme win.

So I made her promise she wouldn't.

But then I couldn't ever b*at her, and it stopped being fun.

In the end, we stopped playing at all.

So, today, I guess I just wanted...

To have a really fun game and forget about who was winning

and then you would just have fun playing with Sofia again?

No! I wanted to finally b*at her!



- Really?

- Yeah, of course.

That's definitely what I want. Not what you said.

Besides, we have to b*at them, so we can give the table



- back to the community!

- I suppose that's true.

And I think we still have a sh*t.

If you can just play the way you played the first time.

Listen, Paddington. You beatme. And I'm pretty good.

So, that means you must be really, really good.

There's an awesome player in there somewhere

and we just need to find a way to bring it out.

See, when we played them, you were thinking too much.

But when you b*at me, you weren't thinking at all.

So, I mustn't think. I think I can do that.

Oh, no! That was a thought. How do I stop thinking?

Wait. Let me think.

Ah! I did it again!

We just need to free your mind. Close your eyes. Don't move.

Just listen to the rhythm of the ball.

The paddle is an extension of your paw.

The ping

-pong table is your entire universe.

We've been playing for ages. I think you're ready.

I think I am too!

It's time for a rematch!

And, this time, I'm not going to try at all.



- What do you mean?

- Excuse me?

Doesn't matter. If we win, then there is no more

"winner stays on" at this table ever again.

And what if we win?

We were thinking, a lovely treat day, just the four of us.

Actually, that would be lovely.

You're on.

Maybe we should let them win a couple of points.

Aaah!

Point!

BOTH: No way!

Quick! You wont believe it!

They're playing the unbeatables!

It looks like we're gonna win! We're gonna win the table back!

Quick! You won't believe it!

It looks like they're gonna win!



- I can do this all day!

- Well, so can I!



- Who's winning?

- Ooh! Still a tie, I think.

Come on, Paddington, concentrate!

Uh, I mean, don't concentrate.

Whoa!

Huh?

Yeah! Oh, ho

-ho!



- Awesome!

- Well done!



- This is fun, huh, Mum?

- I've missed playing with you.

Me too.

[Laughter]

Hurray!

"So the ping

-pong table finally fulfilled it's purpose,

Aunt Lucy, and really did bring the community together.

It reminded Mateo and Sofia

just how much fun they had playing each other.

They both agreed never to play "winner stays on" again,

and also to have a lovely treat day as well.

So, in the end, everyone was a winner.

Love from Paddington."

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