03x03 - Paddington Clocks In / Paddington Goes Swiss / A Day by the Sea

[bunniefuu]

♪ Left Peru and sailed
to England alone ♪

♪ There he met the Browns

♪ And they took him home

♪ Now a new life has begun

♪ He's Windsor Gardens'
favorite son ♪

♪ Cause he always does his
best to help everyone ♪

♪ When a problem appears

♪ He never misses a b*at

♪ And always finds a way
to land on his feet ♪

♪ He has his very own
unique point of view ♪

♪ Looks at everything
as if it's brandnew ♪

♪ He is friendly and polite

♪ And he tries to
do things right ♪

♪ But he gets in sticky messes

♪ Just the same

♪ He's curious and
speaks his mind ♪

♪ But trouble's never
far behind ♪

♪ It's Paddington bear
he's one of a kind ♪♪

I'm Paddington bear!

[TV] ... and runs ragged on
the outside at ten to one.

Ten to one?

It's not ten to one...
It's only twelvethirty.

[TV] ...runs ragged winning
by a neck at ten to one.

He did it again!

Someone should
tell the announcer

that he's got the wrong time.

Here are more toothpicks
to add to your collection.

We shant have any
left for our teeth

if you carry on picking
winners like that.

So, Paddington,

which horse is going
to win the next race?

One, two,

three, four, five,

six... I pick horse number six.

And the horses for the next race come to the starting gate.

At ten to one, number six,
lion's share...

Fancy saying it's ten to one
when it's only :!

You'd think working
on television,

he'd know the time.

They say horse racing
is a game of seconds,

but Mr. O'Reilly isn't even
getting the halfhours right.

At least it hasn't stopped me
from picking the winning horses.

Winning horses?

Psttt! Bear,

did I hear you've been picking
the winning horses at the races?

Oh! Yes, Mr. Curry. I've just
won another on the last race.

Have you now? Well, bear...

Why don't we have an afternoon
at the races together?

Then you can pick
some winners for me.

I've never been to a real
race course before.

All right, Mr. Curry. but before
we go, I have to get something
to take to shamus O'Reilly.

Don't be long!
I'll call a taxi.

There's no time to be lost...
So I can win a fortune!

Why are you taking a cab then,
if you haven't any money?

Yes, Mr. Curry. perhaps
we should have taken the bus.

Well, you see...

If you can wait until after
the race, I'll have plenty.

Okay. but you'll have to leave
me something as a guarantee
you'll be back.

Here, take this.
Wait!

I need my jar of marmalade.

Promise to take good care
of my suitcase.

There's a surprise inside
for shamus O'Reilly.

A surprise?

It's just a little something
to teach him a lesson.

A lesson? I wonder what kind
of surprise...

Hello!
Good day, sir.

Yes! Good day, indeed!

What's this? Sounds
like ticking...

Ticking... a surprise...

A b*mb! Help! Police! There's
a b*mb in this suitcase!

My beautiful car!

There's a b*mb! Help!
Stop!

Put it down, man! Gently now...

I'll contact the b*mb squad.

Control, this is an emergency.
There's a b*mb,

I repeat, a b*mb
at the race course.

All right, bear. which horse
will win the next race?

One, two, three, four

hurry up, bear!
Five, six

there'll be plenty of time
for eating later.

Eight. horse number eight
will win the race, Mr. Curry.

Right. and what are you

putting on the race?

Well?

I might risk three toothpicks,
Mr. Curry.

Three toothpicks?! Oh,
never mind! I'll be back.

Me too, Mr. Curry. I have
to find Mr. O'Reilly.

I wonder where that
bear's got to?

He's probably getting
more marmalade.

He seems to find it a help
when he's picking his horses.

It seems to work.

I'm not going to wait
like a commoner. ahem!

Look at that!

Aaah! Oh! Aaah! Ah!

And it's poison ivy
on the outside!

Debonair by a neck!
No, poison ivy!

Poison ivy takes it,
at five to one!

Excuse me, Mr. O'Reilly.
It's not five to one,

and it wasn't ten to one
when runsragged won the race.

What? What's this?

The horses for the next race
are being turned away from
the starting gate.

There's some kind of disturbance
in the car park...

Ah!

It's the b*mb squad!

They're having trouble
with a taxi and a suitcase.

Suitcase?

That's my suitcase!
There isn't a b*mb in it.

I've got to stop them!

quid on toasty, horse
number eight, in the seventh.

Sorry, sir, the race
has been delayed.

A young bear has just
informed me

that the suitcase is his and
that there is no b*mb in it.

But can he get there in time
to stop the b*mb squad
from disposing of it?

And he's off...

In the middle of the pack,
a length behind two ladies

and passing on the outside...

[all]: Paddington?!

The bear is a neck ahead
of the security guard...

And passing a peanut vendor...

And heading into the bend!

And is through... and out...

The bear's picking up speed,
moving left, moving right,

he's only a few lengths
from the taxi and...

Oh!

What a surprise move!

It's the final stretch!

He's made it!

There's no b*mb
in the suitcase!

It's all a mistake!

It's only a clock
for Mr. O'Reilly.

What excitement,
ladies and gentlemen!

Thanks to that bear, the next
race is about to begin!

Go, toasty! Go!

Go! Go!

Last place!

Oh! Why did I trust a bear?!

Argh!!!

You kept saying ten to one,
but it was only :.

Ten to one is the odds,
not the time.

Right, it's not the time.
So that's why I brought
you the clock.

Well... thanks all the same.

I want to talk to you, bear!

The horse you chose lost,

and I've lost all
my money with it!!

Let me get this straight. this
young bear picks horses
and you bet on them?

Perhaps, Mr. Brown, you would
care to tell the live audience
how you pick the winners?

It's very simple, Mr. O'Reilly.
I take a spoonful of marmalade,

then I count the chunks and
that gives me the number
of the horse.

Marmalade chunks?

I lost all my money
on marmalade chunks?!

So how you plan to pay
me for the taxi fare is
what Iwant to know!

That's the last time
I go racing with you, bear!

Perhaps in the future
you should be like mrs. bird

and stick to toothpicks.

They're much safer and you
can always use them again.

There it is, Mr. Brown.

One of the most beautiful
mountains in the world.

The Matterhorn.

Whoooaaaa!

Look out!

Gasp!

Oof!

It's so peaceful...
So serene.

Did you say
"peaceful", Mr. Gruber?

Whoooooooooooof!

My chapter on switzerland
won't be complete without

a photo of the Matterhorn.

But so many have been taken,
it's nearly impossible

to find an original angle.

I'll get you an original
photo, Mr. Gruber.

Bears are good at
impossible tasks.

That's the spirit, Mr. Brown!

I'm off to interview
a famous yodeler.

Let's meet back at the chalet
to see what you've got.

Oh, dear.

It looks even further away
through the camera.

What I really need is... help!

What I really need
are some skis.

May I help... someone?

Yes. I'd like some skis,
please.

You see, I find going on the
mountain rather dangerous
without them.

Oh!

And could I trouble
you for some poles?

They seem to be popular.
Of course, sir.

Oh, dear!

I'll see what I can do.

Will you be taking
those goggles?

[nasal tone]: I don't think so.

Now that I have skis, perhaps
the other skiers won't be
such a menace.

Whoa! Watch it!

I just need a place
to put them on.

Oooh!

This seems as good
a place as any.

Now, what did the ski lady say?

Oh yes... "remember
to bend your knees."

Oh well, perhaps I'll
skip that part.

Oh, dear! I seem
to be in reverse!

Tell us, Franz. do you
think you can win?

A downhill competition
in my own country?

Nothing can stop me.

Hello!

[laughing]

amateur skiers! They shouldn't
be allowed on the hill!

Good afternoon. is this the
right stop for the Matterhorn?

Oops.

Uh... oh, hello.

Could you tell me... look out!

Oh, I see.

Pleasure to meet you.
I'm Paddington Brown.

Franz wiedmer.

It's you!
I'm very sorry! I'm afraid I'm
having trouble with my poles.

Oh! Look at all the skiers!

Hello!

Oh!
Hello! Hello there!

All this fresh air
is making me hungry.

Can I offer you some marmalade?

No, thank you.

Oh!

We're almost at the top.

What the...

Wait! Stop the lift!

Stop! Stop! I must not miss
my place in the race!

Look!

Hey, Franz! Over here!

Having second thoughts?
Say cheese!
[laughter]

this is all because
of that bear!

No, this isn't the right
sh*t of the mountain.

I'll have to find
a better angle.

Perhaps I should have asked
the ski lady how to stop.

Humph! Amateur!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Excuse me, coming through!

Hey! Look out!

That's it! I'll get that bear

if it's the last thing I do!

Where's Franz?
He's on his way.

He had some trouble
with the lift.

Hello.

I didn't realize there was a
bear entered in the downhill.

There isn't!

Whoooa!

But you can't go now! That
bear is still on the course!

Not for long.

Just wait till
I catch that bear...

I think I'm getting
the hang of this.

In fact, it's rather fun...

If only I knew how to stop.

I wonder what's keeping
Mr. Brown...

Two skiers competing at
once, most unusual for
the downhill...

And no word on the identity of the small skier in front...

It's Mr. Brown!

Mr. Brown is competing

in the downhill!

But he seems to be challenging
Franz to clock his fastest
time ever!

Hello there!

You! Get out of my sight!

Pardon? The wind...

I said, get out of my sight!

Turn right? Are you sure?

This is unprecedented! It appears our mystery skier

has taken a right turn and is now heading for the ski jump!

Oh, dear! I hope Mr. Brown
knows what he's doing.

Oh no! Oh no!

I can't look!

Oooh!

Aaah!

So that's how you stop.

That's... one way.
[applause]

Franz, how did you manage
such a fast time?

Let's just say I had
a little incentive.

Mr. Brown,

you won't believe it! I got
the film developed and... look!

They are the most original
photos of the Matterhorn
I've ever seen!

Thank you, Mr. Brown.

It was my pleasure...

I think.

Four pounds? Four pounds
just to sit in a deck chair!?!

Now mate, it's four pounds
for the rental of the chairs.

You've four chairs there,
and they're a pound each.

Four pounds!

Aaah!
Think yourself lucky
I'm not charging extra,

seeing the mess
you've made of them!

Ha! Ha! Hard luck, mate.
Enjoy the beach!
[evil laughter]

here! What are you doing
to my chairs?

Yourchairs?

I just paid four pounds
for these chairs.

Then where are your tickets?

My tickets? But I haven't
got any tickets.

Then you've been done.

Done?! But I've only
just got here!

If it's any consolation, you're
not the first to be tricked out

of your money this morning.
Four pounds, please.

But I don't have
any money left.

Whoa!

Paddington?

What seems to be
the problem here?

A little matter of paying for
the use of these beach chairs.

But I've already paid
four pounds, Mr. Brown.

I'm afraid you'll have
to say goodbye to it.

It sounds like south coast
Charlie's work to me.

South coast Charlie?

He's a con man in these parts.

Works the beaches and swindles
people out of their money.

Like my four pounds!

Oooh...

It's disgusting! Taking
advantage of a young
bear like that!

I'd like to get my hands on him.

You'd be doing us
all a service, madam.

Oh. "find reporter Basil Budd and win pounds."

It's one of them newspaper
stunts. the first person
to confront him and say

"you're Basil Budd"
gets a pounds reward.

That'll be easy!

He'll be in disguise, though.

Probably wearing a false
beard or something.

You'll need a keen eye.
Oh, don't you worry.

Bears have very keen eyes.

There's a beard.

Don't forget to meet us
at the restaurant for
lunch, Paddington!

Aha!
Yeow!!!

You're Basil Budd and
I claim my pounds!

Let go of my beard!

I am not Basil Budd!

Oh.

Well, I never... little bear
comes up and pulls my beard!

Well, never seen anything
like it my life.

That's the trouble with beards.

It could be anyone
underneath them.

Huh? What's this?

I have you now, Basil Budd!

Ow! My beard!

Your beard's real!

I know that! Help!!!

Ouch! Hey!

Is there anything
the matter, Paddington?

You're looking very down
in the dumps.

It seems I'm never going
to find Basil Budd.

You should never give up,
Paddington.

Ah!
What's up now?

I think it's Basil Budd
behind thatbeard.

"you should never give up,
Paddington."

Really, henry!

You're Basil Budd and I would
like my pounds, please.

Go away! Hey!

What are you doing? Ow!
My beard! Stop!

Let go!

My beard!

What's all this about?

I'm going to call the police.

The police?! No, no!

There's no need. I'm fine.

Yes. it was all
a misunderstanding.

Hey! That bear!

He's the one who
pulled on my beard!

Mine too!

I could've drowned.

That's nothing!

He buried me alive so he
could yank on mybeard.

That's it! I'm calling
the police.

You've got some
explaining to do.

I've been looking
for Basil Budd...

To try and make up for the money
south coast Charlie took
from me.

He gave it quite a
yank then, did he?

That's one way to put it.

What have you got to say
for yourself, young bear?

Pulling people's beards
is a serious offense.

Not if it's a false one.

I have you now, Basil Budd!

Oh, Paddington!

[coughing]

aaa... aaa... aaatchoooo!!!

[the crowd]: oh!

Hey! You're not Basil Budd!
You're south coast Charlie!

Oh!

South coast Charlie?!
Are you sure?

He tricked me out of
four pounds this morning.

Aaa... aaa... aaatchoooo!!!

Let's go for a little ride
down to the station, shall we?

We have other witnesses
who can help identify
south coast Charlie.

And if you're right, you'll
get your four pounds back...

And a reward to boot.

Thank you, officer.
Congratulations!

And I would be honoured to
present you and your guests
lunch on the house.

Ha! Ha! I said it before
and I'll say it again.

Bears always fall on their feet!

What a great story!
This'll make the front page!

If you wouldn't mind, I would
very much like to write a story

about you for tomorrow's
paper, Mr...

Paddington Brown.
And you're Basil Budd!

Why yes. yes, I am. now,
if I could just ask you
a few questions...

May I have my pounds now,
please?

pounds?

In all this excitement, I clear
forgot about the contest!

I think I'd like to come
to the beach more often.

It's very good value!