Paddington 2

Our last rainy season.

Just think, Pastuzo,

this time next month we'll be in London.

Where the rivers run with marmalade

and the streets are paved with bread.

Did you read the book about London?

I skimmed it.

Oh, Pastuzo.

Well, reading makes me sleepy.

But any city that can come up with this

is all right by me.

Ooh, Pastuzo, look!

It's... It's a cub.

Lucy!

Lower me down.

Be careful.

Lower, Pastuzo. Lower.

Lucy?

Lucy!

I'm afraid we're not going to London after all.

Why not?

We've got a cub to raise.

What's he like? Rather small.

And rather sneezy.

But he likes his marmalade.

That's a good sign. - (BURPS)

Oh, yes, Pastuzo.

If we look after this bear, I have a feeling he'll go far.

Dear Aunt Lucy.

I hope all is well in the Home for Retired Bears.

Life in London has been better than ever this summer.

I've really got to grips with how things work.

- (WHIRRING) - (SIGHS)

And it seems there's something new to do every day.

- Guess what, Paddington? - Hmm?

The steam fair is coming to town.

I'm going along tonight to write about it

- in my newspaper. - Ooh.

Who's going to want to read about that?

Everyone. They travel the world in an old steam train.

- I thought you'd love it. - I do.

Don't tell anyone, okay? Not cool.

- Why don't we all go? Good idea.

Your father's a dab hand at the coconut shy.

"Bullseye Brown" they used to call him.

Not anymore. Coconuts are a young man's game.

Well, I think you're in great shape for a man your age,

- Mr. Brown. - Ah, thank you, Paddington.

Hang on, how old do you think I am?

Oh, er, about 80.

- 80? - At least.

- Just a minute, young bear. - Hmm?

Thought I told you to wash behind your ears.

Oh, but I did, Mrs. Bird. I...

I wonder how that got in there.

I really feel at home in Windsor Gardens.

Bonjour, Mademoiselle.

Good morning, Paddington.

- I brought you breakfast. - Thank you.

Your sandwiches always put me in a good mood.

Morning, Doctor Jafri.

You haven't forgotten your keys, have you?

Keys? Keys!

Oh. Oh! (SIGHS)

Well caught.

- Thank you, Paddington. - You're welcome.

Glorious day, Colonel.

Is it? How absolutely thrilling.

How was your date, Miss Kitts?

Well, he wasn't the one, but you know what they say.

- Plenty more fish in the sea. - Exactly.

Thank you.

- Morning, Paddington. - Morning, Mr. Barnes.

- Bye, Paddington. - Au revoir, mademoiselle.

Right, test me.

What's the quickest way from Baker Street to Big Ben?

Ah, an easy one.

Turn right onto Portman Square...

Everyone has been so kind and welcoming

even though they're very busy.

Mrs. Brown is planning to swim to France.

It seems an awful lot of hard work

when you can go by boat

or plane or even train. But that's not the point.

She's been cooped up all summer

illustrating a series of adventure stories

and has decided she wants one of her own.

Whoo-hoo!

Judy has been suffering from a broken heart.

I'm dumped? I think you'll find you're dumped, Tony!

Her first reaction was to become a nun.

But she soon got over that

and has thrown herself into a new hobby.

She found an old printing press at school

and is starting a newspaper with no boys.

Now all we need is some news.

Jonathan is joining her

at big school this year.

- (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING) - He spent the holidays

building a fully-working steam engine,

but I'm not supposed to talk about that

- as it's "not cool." - (BLOWS TRAIN WHISTLE)

He's got a whole new look,

and if anyone asks, he's now called J-Dog,

and he's definitely not into steam trains.

But Mr. Brown has been busiest of all.

He recently had a surprise at work.

I am delighted to announce,

our new Head of Risk Analysis will be

Mr. Steve Visby.

And this has prompted

what Mrs. Bird calls "a full-blown midlife crisis."

It involves blending his food,

painting his hair,

and engaging in a process called "Chakrabatics."

Open your mind and your legs will follow.

- Thank you, Paddington. - Keep up the good work.

Oh, Aunt Lucy, you sent me to London to find a home,

and it's worked out better than I ever imagined.

I have a wonderful family.

And have made friends in all sorts of places.

Here, boy.

There you go, Wolfie.

I do hope if you could see me, you'd be pleased.

Lots of love from Paddington.

- Mr. Gruber? - (STORE BELL JINGLING)

Ah, Mr. Brown, come in.

I just had a visit from Madame Kozlova

who runs the fair.

Oh, yes?

They were having a clear out and found all these old crates

stuffed full with memory-bilia they thought

- had been lost forever. - Oh!

She asked me if I would sell it

for them while they're in town.

And it struck me there might be something in here

for your auntie's birthday.

Oh, good idea.

- (BUZZING) - (GASPS)

Ah, look at this!

It's very nice, Mr. Gruber, but...

I know, I know, it has to be perfect.

Well, since Uncle Pastuzo died,

I'm the only relative she's got left.

And it isn't every day a bear turns 100.

Quite so. Ah!

How about these rolling shoes?

Please, Mr. Gruber, be serious.

Perhaps your auntie's rolling days are behind her.

I think you might be right.

Oh, what's this? (BLOWS)

Ah, that must be the popping book.

Very interesting.

Really?

You see, Madame Kozlova's great-grandmother,

who started the fair,

was also a brilliant artist.

And every time they visited a new city,

she made a popping book to remember it by.

Oh!

And this is London.

Oh, Mr. Gruber, it's wonderful.

Aunt Lucy always dreamed of coming to London

and never had the chance.

But if she saw this,

it would be like she were finally here.

- (SHIP HORN BLARING) - (PASSENGERS CHEERING)

Aunt Lucy! Aunt Lucy!

Paddington!

Oh!

Come with me, Aunt Lucy.

Oh, yes, please. I want to see everything.

Get all your racing news right here.

- Well, what do you think? - It's wonderful.

All aboard.

- One and a half bears, please. - Mind your step, madam.

What a polite young man.

What a polite young pigeon.

Oh, Paddington, you've made an old bear so very happy.

This is perfect.

- Oh. - Huh?

We have a snag.

Do we?

You see, this popping book is the only one of its kind,

and they want rather a lot of money for it.

Oh, well, Mrs. Bird found this coin in my ear at breakfast.

Perhaps there's more.

It would take more than an earful, Mr. Brown.

I'm afraid you would need a thousand of those coins.

Oh.

Let's take another look at the monkey.

I think he's super-duper.

- (TOY MONKEY GIBBERING) - Oh!

I can fix that.

That's very kind, Mr. Gruber,

but Aunt Lucy did so much for me when I was a cub,

and this could be my way of saying thank you.

I'm going to get a job and buy that book.

Back in a few minutes, Paddington.