02x02 - Old Master Paddington / Paddington and the Pardon / A Picnic on the River

[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 brand-new ♪

♪ 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!

- Hold still now!
There's something on your nose.

Please, mr. Brown. You must
remain absolutely still,

Otherwise this will never be
finished in time for the art
exhibition tomorrow.

-I'm sorry mr.gruber.
I'm afraid sitting still is one
thing bears aren't very good at.

-Almost finished.
Just one last stroke.

There!

-It's very good, mr. Gruber!
My paintings always come out
looking like that!

-And what's wrong with that?

Art comes in all shapes
and sizes... And many
different styles. Look!

-I could throw paint on a canvas
too, but I wouldn't call it art.

-But it is, mr. Brown, it is!

Some artists throw paint,

Some walk through it

But it's all art!

-Even this?!

-Ah-ha, I see you've found
my latest treasure!

This was just an old,
dusty picture.

Then I cleaned off some paint,

And I could hardly
believe my eyes.

Underneath was an old master!!

That means it was painted many
years ago by a famous artist.

It's very valuable!

-Well it still looks like a lady
with a banana in her ear, to me!

-Things aren't always as they
seem in this world, mr. Brown.

Just you wait until I have
finished cleaning it.

-Allow me, mrs. Bird.

If you don't mind my asking,
are we going far?

-We're just taking this few
things to the rubbish bin.

-What's this?

I've never seen this before.

I suppose they don't think
it's worth keeping.

What did mr. Gruber say?

Things aren't always
what they seem?!

-What have you got there, bear?

-A painting I found
in the rubbish.

Underneath the top
layer of paint there
may be an old master.

-What?! Impossible!

What would an old master be
doing in with the rubbish?

-It isn't impossible. Mr. Gruber
says it often happens.

-Mr. Gruber said that?
Let me see!

Let me do it!

Careful now...

-Nothing! I knew it!!

[Mrs. Bird]: yes, mr. Brown.
I put your painting by the
front door, just as you said.

It's quite safe!

-Oh dear! I'm afraid we've
made a dreadful mistake.
This was mr. Brown's painting!

There's only one thing to do.
We'll have to admit the truth!

I'm sure mrs. Bird won't
be too upset when she learns
what we've done, mr. Curry.

It was an honest mistake!
-Mrs. B-bird?!

Why do you have to tell her!
There must be another way!!

-Ah!

Mr. Curry! Models must
remain absolutely still.

-Arrrgh!

Hum...

Yerk!

♪ Splish it splash it
in a flash ♪

♪ You can dip it
dab it even jab it ♪

♪ Then you poke it stroke it

♪ You can soak it
'till you swish it ♪

♪ Swirl it do it your own way

♪ You know that art
isn't work it's play ♪

♪ Throw your worries
and your brush away ♪

♪ Use your hands use your feet
you don't have to be neat ♪

♪ Give it style give it flair
even paint with your hair ♪

♪ Throw your paint around
faster and faster ♪

♪ It's never a disaster
just call it an old master ♪

♪ Purple pink yellow green
red white or blue ♪

♪ It's up to you to use
any colour you choose ♪

♪ Splish it splash it
in a flash ♪

♪ You can dip it
dab it even jab it ♪

♪ Then you poke it
stroke it you can soak it ♪

♪ 'Till you swish it,
swirl it do it your own way ♪♪

-Ew!

-Beeeaaarrrr!

-Look what you've done!
I'm having no part of this!

-It doesn't look very
like mrs. Brown.

As mr. Gruber said, it all
depends how you look at things.

He's right, it's
even worse this way up.

Painting isn't as easy
as one might think.

[Mrs. Bird]: paddington?
-Oups!

-Brown residence?
I'm from the art exhibition.
Here to pick up an entry.

-There it is. Mind how you go!
Mr. Brown's put a lot of work
into that painting.

Paddington? Oh, there you are.

It's time for supper. And make
sure you have a good wash first.

-This lamb is delicious,
mrs. Bird. I think I'll
have some more.

-I thought artists were
supposed to starve.

-Then it looks like paddington's

The only artist at this table!
-Ah! Ah! Ah!

-I'm not really very hungry,
mrs. Bird. May I be excused?

-Of course!

-I do hope he's all right.
He hardly touched his dinner!

And he seemed to have some funny
red spots all over his face.

-Wow. Red spots! I hope he's
given it to me, whatever it is.

-He's got green ones as well.

-Green ones! If they're
not gone in the morning,
I'll send for the doctor.

-It would be a shame if he
has to stay in bed and miss
the exhibition tomorrow.

-Um...

-I'm so pleased you're feeling
better today, paddington.
Your spots are all gone!

-I know. I found some of them
on his towel this morning!

-Ladies and gentleman!

-Remarkable use of colour...
-Great imagination...

-A credit to the artist!

-I'm sure that's yours, henry.
I recognize the bag!

-What's the matter, paddington?
Are you feeling all right?

-Yes, thank you. But I think I
may be about to have a relapse.

-We are delighted to announce

That first prize in the
community arts exhibition
is awarded to...

Mr. Henry brown,

Of windsor gardens!

-Why that's m-me!
I can't believe it!!

I've never won anything before!

-But... But...
This isn't my painting!

-What?! Well, if it's not your
painting, then who's is it?

-I think it may be mine.

But you've got it upside down!

-Ah!...
-Ah!...
-Even better!

-True genius!
-Marvelous!

-Thank you! But I must share
this prize with my neighbor.

If mr. Curry hadn't modeled
for me, I could never have
made my very own old master.

-Beeeeaaaarrrr!!!

-Pardon? Could you please
tell me what is going on?

-It's... How do
you say? A pardon, monsieur le
bear.

-Yes... Pardon...i was
wondering what was happening.

-It is le festival du pardon.

-Pardon...but that
means "excuse me".

My phrase book doesn't
mention festivals.

I wonder if mr. Gruber
knows what's going on?

-Le pardonis an annual event
of great importance,
monsieur lebear.

There is a fair and
a fireworks display.

-It's why we've come to
st. Castille, mr. Brown.

It's a fascinating custom that
I want to include in my book, the world and its wonders.

-And to make it even more
special, there is a parade
of the village band!

-That is the reason
I am in uniform.

I am the leader.

-But I thought you were
the baker, mr. Dupont.
-Ha! Ha! Ha!

-Madame zaza, international
fortune teller.

I wouldn't put too much stock
in fortune tellers, mr... Oh!

-Un ourson!

Bienvenue, bienvenue.

-I would like
my paw read, please.

-Comment?

-Where did you go?
-I'm right here, mrs. Zaza.

-You did say come on.
-I said "comment".

That means "what did you say?"
Please sit where I can see you.

-I would be honoured to be the
parade's official photographer,
monsieurdupont.

Very honoured indeed.
-Monsieurdupont,

Monsieurdupont!
There's been a disaster.

-Now, if you'd like to cross
my palm with silver, I'll
see what I can do to oblige.

-Paw reading is much
cheaper than I expected.

-You are supposed
to give me the coin!

Now let me see your paw.

You seem to have a very long
life line, even for a bear.

I don't think it is a life line.
It's an old marmalade chunk
that I forgot to wash off.

-I cannot read chunks.
You will have to pay extra
and have the crystal ball.

-Oh... Thank you.

-No, no... I meant I
would use the crystal
ball to read your future.

-Now, what month
is your birthday?

-June and december.

-June and december? But
you can't have birthdays.
No one has more than one.

-Bears do...
Just like the queen.

-It says you are
going on a journey...

And I think you
should leave quite soon.

-A journey?
But I've already done that.

That's how mr. Gruber and I
arrived here in france.

-I mean another one, very soon
and it will be a short journey,

But it will go off with a bang.
Ah... The picture is fading.

I think my palm needs
crossing again.

-Again?
I hope this fortune comes
with some kind of guarantee.

Wooh! Apparently, it doesn't.

-And how was your
fortune, mr. Brown?

-It wasn't very good value,
mr. Gruber. I think my lines
must've been crossed.

-Yes, monsieur lebear, it is
a bad day all around.
-Why is that?

-The man who plays the big
drum in m. Dupont's
band has taken ill!

-I cannot find anyone
to replace him.

What is a band without someone

At the back who can
go boum, boum, boum?

-Boom, boom, boom... I wonder?
-What is it, mr. Brown?

-Mrs. Zaza said
something about a journey

And that it would
go off with a bang.

Ah... Yes... I see what monsieur le
bear is getting at.

L'harmonie, messieurs,
l'harmonie!

[Paddington]: mr. Dupont
says the drum is a very
important instrument

Even when the band
stops playing,

I am to keep banging so that
the others can keep in step.

-Hum!

-Silence!
-Quel vacarme!
-Stop that racket!

-Mr. Brown! Mr. Brown?

Mr. Brown, you're keeping
everyone awake with
your drumming!

-Oh?

-Monsieur lebear,
please, the noise!

Oh, hello, I was just
practicing in the wardrobe
so I wouldn't disturb anyone.

-It is not working,
monsieur lebear.

-Oh!

Everyone turned out
for the big event.

-Bravo monsieur lebear!

[Mme penet]: monsieur lebear's
noisy practice paid off...
The band sounds wonderful.

[Mr. Gruber]:
indeed it does, madamepenet.

But I do wish mr. Brown would
face this way occasionally.

I'd like to take a nice
photograph, as a mementum.

-They're on their way back,
I should be able to get a
proper picture of him now.

[Mme penet]: but where is he?

Monsieurdupont!
Where is mr. Brown?

-Ce n'est pas possible.
What has happened to him?

-Mme zaza, have you
seen young mr. Brown?

-You mean that skinflint bear
who gave me the foreign coins?

I predicted he'd go on a journey
and it would go off with a bang.

Just you wait and see.

[Paddington]: you know,
it's a funny thing

But for the past minutes it
has been all drum and no band.

And it's getting rather hot...

Whooh!

-I can hear him, monsieur
gruber, but I can't see him.

-Mr. Brown is most
unpredictable...

He could be anywhere.

Oh... Mr. Brown. There you are.
How ever did you manage
to get down there?

-Oh... It was quite easy.
It's the getting out part
that's difficult.

-Don't worry, mr. Brown.
I'll rescue you, but first...

-It may not be the most
flattering of photos, mr. Brown,

But at least I got a good
picture of you with your drum.

[Crowd]: oooh!

[Paddington]: mrs. Zaza
was right after all.

I did go on a journey, and it
certainly went off with a bang.

[Paddington]: dear aunt lucy -
I had the worst nightmare
the other night...

You won't believe what happened.

Ah!

Oh!

Aaah!

[Evil laughs]

That's my hat!
You give it back to me.

-Finders keepers!

Ha! Ha! Ha!

[ ♪♪♪ ]

-Whooh!

-And what's under your bed?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

-My hat and... My things. Help!

No!

Huh?

You can imagine how pleased
I was to wake up and find my
hat and all my other things

Were safe and sound.

It was certainly an
unusual start to the day

But then, as it turned out
it was a very unusual day...
Altogether.

-Good morning paddington.

Don't look worried.
We have a big surprise for you.

We are going on a
picnic on the river!

-And we're having
a fishing competition.

Dad promised a pound to
whoever catches the first fish.

And with my new fishing net,
I won't let any get away.

Here paddington,

Give it a try.
-Thank you very much.

Whoops!

-Mind what you
are doing, paddington.

That's my favorite parasol.
I would hate anything
to happen to it.

Now, however will I manage to
pack all of these sandwiches
into this basket?

-I think I can help you
with those mrs. Bird.

-I'm sure you can paddington...
But leave some for the picnic.

-Hurry up, paddington.
When you've finished you can
bring your suitcase to the car.

I've brought the fishing tackle,
and you can use my favorite rod
if you like.

-Thank you, mr. Brown.

-Oh!

It will be a tight squeeze
with my old gramophone,

But we always bring it
on picnics on the river.

-I'm sorry paddington. There's
no room for your suitcase.

-But you brought your fishing
rods, mr. Brown, and mrs. Bird
brought her parasol,

And mrs. Brown brought
her gramophone, and
jonathan has his net.

-All right paddington.
But you'll have to squeeze
it in the back seat.

-Ouch! Argh! It's my belt...

Ouch! Paddington, your suitcase
is poking in my ribs!

-And so aunt lucy...
We set off for my very first
picnic on the river thames.

-Ah... Mr. Brown, I presume.
I was about to cancel
your reservation.

-I'm so sorry we're late.
We got lost...

You see... We took a wrong
turn on a marmalade stain.

-Ah... Ah, yeah, well, I see.

Right, can you cast off
by yourselves?

-Yes, of course.
No problem at all.
Thank you very much.

-It looks a bit small to me.
Are you sure it's safe?

-Don't worry, mrs. Bird.
I've never lost a passenger yet.

-There's always a first time.

-Here we go. You're in charge
of the ropes paddington. Ready?

Cast off paddington!
Hold on everyone!

-Cast off? Hold on?

Oooh!

-Bear overboard!

Bear overboard! Hold on
paddington, we're coming!

-I... Did hold on...

That's how I fell in...!

-'Ere! Don't worry.

I'll save you.

-Oh, poor paddington.
-Is paddington all right?

-I'm sorry paddington,

I thought you understood.

-Thank goodness he's safe.

-Of course 'e is safe. The water
is not very deep by the pier.

-Paddington, you
must be more careful.
You don't know how to swim.

-Argh! My hat! I've lost my hat!

-Maybe we are rid of that
old hat once and for all.

It really is an embarrassment
whenever we go out.

-There it is!

My hat!

-Oh, my parasol!

[Paddington]: it was worse
than my nightmare!

-The current's pretty
strong in this stretch.

It'll probably get
swept over the weir.
-Swept over the weir?!

-Either that, or sucked into
a whirlpool down at the lock.

-Sucked into a whirlpool!

-C'mon paddington.
We'll save it!

-My picnic on the river
had turned into a panic
on the river...

-My hat is in there!

-'Allo der. Did yer
loose somethin'?

-I lost a hat.
A rare peruvian hat!

Eh? A persian cat?
You lost a cat?

-Not a cat, a hat! It's a
rare one from darkest peru!
It's a family heirloom.

-Never heard of a hat
being an heirloom.

-Mine is. My uncle
handed it down to me.

-Well, if it went over the weir,
it's probably miles away by now.

-Sorry paddington.

-Come on, paddington.
Fishing will cheer you up.

-I don't think anything
can do that, mr. Brown.

Ahhh.

Oh.

-You caught one paddington.
Now just reel it in.

That's it.
Wind it in and hang on.

-Well, I'll be...
It's mrs. Bird's parasol!

-And my hat!

Ah!

-You caught the first
fish paddington.

-Marmalade must
be good fish bait.

It ate my emergency sandwich.

-My parasol. Oh, thank you,
paddington. And I'm so glad
you found your hat.

It really is one of a kind...
Most unusual... Just like you.

-After that, my picnic
on the river was a day
I would never forget.

But a few times,

I had to pinch myself just
to make sure I wasn't dreaming.