- Turn left... - You can't park here! I'm not parked, I'm doing the bins. You're not doing the bins, sunshine. You're studying on council time. I'm gonna report you. And your hat. - Morning, Miss Kitts, Colonel. - Oh, morning, Mrs Brown. Judy asked me to drop these off to you. Propaganda! You are wasting your time trying to peddle that rubbish.
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Perhaps it's just a coincidence. Henry says I let my imagination get the better of me. Well, you're an artist, Mary, like me. Our imaginations run free like bison upon the plain. But can I just say, in this particular case, I think dear old Henry might have a point.
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Mysterious things have been happening all over town. Oh, yes? Strange characters turning up at every landmark in that book. - Are they? - I don't know.
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Mind you, if you ask me, the real culprit slipped the net.
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Yes, but... how do you know he had blue eyes?
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Keys... Keys. Keys! Bottoms!
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♪ Resist all temptation, restrain from strife ♪ I try to live a normal and an upright life ♪ And this too you must learn Make the best of what you earn ♪ Strictly learn to leave your brothers' property alone ♪ And life will be easier Time will be breezier ♪ If you love your neighbour And it turns out the monster wasn't such a monster after all. And they all became the best of friends. - The end. - Aww! Uh! Time for bed, you lot. You need your beauty sleep. It's visiting day tomorrow. Visiting day?
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Mmm, butterscotch!
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- Mary? - Oh, hello, Phoenix. Why don't you come on in? I want to hear all about the investigation. Yeah?
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- Sorry, what? - Coo-ee!
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I'm sorry, this is a private conversation. Oh, it's all right, Mr Brown, this is my friend, Knuckles. - How are you? - This is Phibs. - G'day. - Spoon. - Hello. - Jimmy the Snitch. - All right? - T-Bone. - Wotcher. - The Professor. Squeaky Pete. - Double Bass Bob. - Hello. - Farmer Jack. - How do? - Mad Dog. - Woof! - Johnny Cashpoint. - Kerching! - Sir Geoffrey Willcot. - I hope I can rely on your vote. And Charley Rumble. Oh, it's so wonderful to meet you all. I must say, it's a great relief to know that Paddington's already made such sweet friends. Would you excuse us a moment? - What are you doing? - Talking to the nice men. Nice men? Mary, we can't trust these people. I mean, look at them. Talk about a rogues' gallery. Hideous! As for that bearded baboon in the middle, he's hardly got two brain cells - to rub together. - We can still hear you, Mr Brown. That was the light you turned off. The microphone is on the other side. It's got "microphone" written on it.
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In the past month, these three shadowy individuals have all been seen snooping around three London landmarks. - Oh. - We think the thief you saw - is part of a criminal gang. - Using the pop-up book - as a treasure map. - Well, it's a theory. - Have you found out who they are? - Not yet, dearie.
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Gentlemen, if I have offended you in any way... Don't worry about it. We're fond of the little fella. And let's face it, if anyone can recognise a criminal gang, it's us. We'd be grateful for any help. - Please. - Well? Knuckles? I'm afraid I don't recognise any of them. Lads?
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I'm afraid I couldn't possibly comment. Sorry to say it, kid, but your friends are barking up the wrong tree. A nun, a beefeater and a king? Sounds more like a fancy dress party than a criminal gang. Then... what are we going to do now?
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Oh! - Watch where you're going. - So sorry. Sorry. Sorry, I get grumpy when I haven't had breakfast.
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I do hope you have good news.
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Maybe I should take a look.
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Mr Buchanan. So, when can we expect to see Mr Buchanan back on stage? Phoenix? Oh, I wouldn't hold your breath, darling. No, no, no, don't get me wrong. He's a terrific actor. - But there is a teensy little problem. - Really? He won't work with other people. Thinks they "dilute his talent". Miss Fanshaw. Oh, I must scoot. We're having lunch with a big Broadway producer. - Oh, where are you going? - The Ritz, darling!