Paddington Page #4

- ...moderately...

- ...important to us.

Help.

- Where's he going to sleep?

- Not in my room. He's a he.

- Tony's a he.

- Shut up.

And Tony would be more than welcome

to a bunk-up.

- Who's Tony?

- I'm warning you.

- Just some boy she's in love with.

- No? Darling, really?

- That's it!

- When can I meet him?

Can I meet him? Darling?

- He can sleep in my room.

- He's not sleeping in anyone's room.

He's going in the attic.

I want you all to lock your doors.

I can't find anything

about an English explorer in Peru.

- Of course you can't.

- Why not?

He's making the whole thing up. It's the

sort of sob story your mother falls for.

- Hang on. That's not fair.

- It so is fair.

You've literally just brought home

a random bear.

- So embarrassing.

- You'd have done the same thing.

We're much more similar than you think.

- What are you doing?

- The storm is upon us.

Oh, you and your knees.

I can tell you for a fact, Mrs Bird,

it is not going to rain indoors.

- Oh, no.

- There she blows.

- Mr Brown, are you there?

- Yes, hello.

Yes, that sounds fine.

No, no, no, don't read me

the terms and conditions.

I want to action this as soon

as possible. Don't put me on hold again!

Paddington? What is going on in there?

Er, nothing. I'm just having

a spot of bother with the facilities.

Erm... Nice weather for the ducks?

That was amazing.

Dear Aunt Lucy.

I have arrived in London

and so far it has rained, poured,

drizzled and chucked it down.

And I miss you.

London is not how we imagined it.

Hardly anyone says hello or wears hats.

And you can no longer simply

turn up at the station and get a home.

It's hard to see where a bear

could ever belong

in such a strange, cold city.

Luckily, I met the Browns, who are

letting me sleep in their attic.

They have a lovely house, but I'm not

going to be allowed to stay.

That animal is going

straight to the authorities.

- What about the explorer?

- There is no explorer.

I'm not putting this family in danger

while you go on some wild-goose chase.

First thing tomorrow,

that bear is out of here.

The Browns are a very curious tribe.

Mr Brown is something called

a risk analyst.

He says that having a bear in the house

increases the chances of major disaster

by 4,000%.

Mrs Brown illustrates adventure stories.

Her latest is set in the old tunnels

and sewers under London.

She says she's stuck at the moment

because she can't imagine

what her hero looks like,

but has no trouble coming up with

nicknames for her daughter Judy,

- like "twinkle" and "coconut" and...

- Sweety pops? Hello, darling.

I was thinking of going

to the sewers tomorrow night.

I just wondered if you wanted

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