Postman Pat: The Movie Page #4

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You will accept! You will accept!

That was cash upon delivery!

Uh... Yes. Well, that was,

um, very nice, Edwin.

- Lovely cinematography!

- My point, sir,

is that the UDM 3000

can increase profits 500%.

What, the evil robot?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I don't think terrifying people

is really the SDS way.

Here, have a lolly from the "good try" jar.

And Im sure your next idea

will be loads better!

So, let's end the meeting.

I think we've covered everything.

You're The One is on

and I never miss that show.

SDS will use my robots, Mr rown.

And once they've replaced your postmen,

Ill replace you.

Come on, Dad. You don't want

to be late for the auditions!

I'm surprised you're doing this, dear.

- You usually hate the spotlight.

- It's not for me, Sara. It's...

It's...

A chance to perform on the telly.

Oh, and what will you be singing?

Well, I was wondering, would you mind

terribly if I did our wedding song?

Oh, Pat. Thats so romantic!

Of course I don't mind.

Well, then, I suppose we should get to it.

I wonder if anyone else from town

has heard about the audition.

Around the ragged rocks

the rugged rascal ran. Oh, yes!

oro! oro! essie, why won't you toro?

Once more, from the diaphragm.

"Now is the winter of our discontent

made glorious summer by this son of York."

Oh, yes, folk have often said

how much I look like Michael ubl.

No, it's Justin ieber you want to be.

Isn't it exciting, Pat?

Oh, yes. I suppose. It's very exciting.

- Hi, Pat! Hi, Sara! Hey, Julian!

- Hi, Michael!

Oh, I am the very model

of a modern major-general

I've information vegetable...

I don't care! I am sick of schlepping

from one backwater village to the next,

auditioning tatty country bumpkins

and their amazing musical sheep!

Simon! We're on in five.

Oh, all right. Let's get this over with.

Show me what Grimdale has to offer.

- Thats Greendale, Simon.

- Whatever.

Another wasteland of talentless wannabes.

- Yes?

- Im Dorothy hompson.

And Im her husband, Alf.

Pleased to meet...

I can't believe I'm actually

meeting you, Simon!

This is the closest

Ive ever been to a real celebrity.

Well, my second cousin was the national

clog-dancing champion, but he was...

Charming. Are you one of the local judges?

Me? On television? Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

- You're the other judge, then?

- Uh, yes.

Er, certainly. Though I do usually leave

the judging to a higher power.

Unless it's a knobbliest knees competition.

Then Im an expert.

I can never UN-see that.

Oh! Pardon me.

Well, if this is the best they've got,

that recording contract is in the bag.

Was I supposed to bring a bag?

And we are live in 1 5 seconds!

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