Paddington 2: The Story of the Movie: Movie tie-in

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Paddington 2: The Story of the Movie: Movie tie-in
Anna Wilson

Paddington returns for another fun-filled instalment of marmalade and mishaps in a star-studded new movie!Join the irresistible Brown family and their adopted bear, plus a whole new cast of heroes and villains. Bigger and better than ever, the story of the new Paddington movie is both hilarious and heart-warming. Guaranteed to capture the hearts of fans, old and new!

First published in Great Britain by

HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017

HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd,

1 London Bridge Street, London SE1 9GF

www.harpercollins.co.uk (http://www.harpercollins.co.uk)

Written by Anna Wilson

Based on the Paddington novels written and created by Michael Bond

PADDINGTON™ and PADDINGTON BEAR™ © Paddington and Company Limited/STUDIOCANAL S.A.S. 2017

Paddington Bear™, Paddington™ and PB™ are trademarks of Paddington and Company Limited

Licensed on behalf of Studiocanal S.A.S. by Copyrights Group

Anna Wilson asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

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Source ISBN: 9780008254469

Ebook Edition © 2017 ISBN: 9780008254476

Version: 2017-10-11

Cover (#u98f19104-b7cb-515d-b4ee-394e8d027185)

Title Page (#uc1311dce-0c38-5b40-a2d6-6c352cfa1e0f)

Copyright (#u933c1391-0b03-53b2-b995-0ce7c63e6d9b)

Prologue (#u20ffbd76-c216-5e85-acd8-95912e139cfd)

Chapter One: At Home with the Browns (#ud961514d-3a46-5f42-a435-1e151e719fb3)

Chapter Two: Paddington’s Morning Routine (#ua84955dd-9dfd-5857-8aca-f49aa02a3e48)

Chapter Three: A Surprise Find at Mr Gruber’s Shop (#u748a323a-d2a8-591e-9637-d320fc828c31)

Chapter Four: Paddington and the Close Shave (#ue78eb96a-13a1-5f7f-9f5a-f60a1db47b9e)

Chapter Five: All the Fun of the Fair (#u1aca5e15-2ef7-5485-b347-695fd86dae17)

Chapter Six: Paddington Cleans Up (#u723b955b-2f6b-5e04-b676-bf80840e0e24)

Chapter Seven: “Stop, thief!” (#u508ff06c-4c2d-5324-8261-49ae1af069d6)

Chapter Eight: Paddington and the Long Arm of the Law (#uf1572d61-0d9e-5050-a807-bfeffa05faa8)

Chapter Nine: The Hunt is On (#u64896397-343a-5b51-9b63-e63e36a2e3d0)

Chapter Ten: It All Comes Out in the Wash (#u6f0f594c-48ec-5ec3-a2cc-6b32a12f1cea)

Chapter Eleven: Madame Kozlova Tells Her Story (#u0bf0d254-2280-5441-806b-1e35bac09d7e)

Chapter Twelve: Aunt Lucy’s Recipe Saves the Day (#udb64364b-a23f-5108-8ae2-284304d91ea3)

Chapter Thirteen: Read All About It! (#ue8647183-c6b1-5413-bdd1-004782baa9e7)

Chapter Fourteen: Marmalade is Served (#u15361eb6-f4b3-5462-aad8-829caef271c7)

Chapter Fifteen: Phoenix Buchanan Acts the Innocent (#ub788162c-ec66-5293-a87b-2f469d9123e2)

Chapter Sixteen: The Browns Have a Master Plan (#ub138003d-412a-5657-8966-c3c4aef39710)

Chapter Seventeen: Breaking and Entering, but Mainly Breaking (#ua0ce62af-be42-588e-a45c-6f22dca0f6f6)

Chapter Eighteen: Paddington and the Great Escape (#u538c56dd-0478-54b2-8e59-5ee81b687aef)

Chapter Nineteen: Paddington on the Run (#uafa630e8-a0f9-545e-b500-28ce95781993)

Chapter Twenty: Paddington is on the Right Track (#u795b7a7e-1f2e-58f2-a4c4-b01c4fadcfe7)

Chapter Twenty-one: A Sinking Feeling (#u79315ff0-4556-5380-9b5c-0447812bea5d)

Chapter Twenty-two: Paddington and the Big Surprise (#ub94b7b91-08ce-5a86-9d7a-ac89fa1f42d0)

Epilogue (#ub18183f5-1f30-5e94-a231-eca57322747e)

About the Publisher (#u75070d42-db71-56ce-a05a-73d87fe078f0)

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A LONG TIME ago and a long way away in the Amazon jungle, two elderly bears were sitting on a rope bridge enjoying their tea. They were looking out over the spectacular valley beneath them where the fast-flowing Amazon River had burst its banks. Water cascaded from all sides, filling the land with roaring flood waters that rushed towards a magnificent waterfall.

“Our last rainy season,” said Pastuzo with a sigh. He took a sip of his tea as he gazed at the landscape.

Lucy nodded and handed her husband a marmalade sandwich. “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,” he replied.

Lucy shot him a quizzical look. “Did you read that book about London?” she asked.

Pastuzo shrugged. “I skimmed it,” he said carelessly.

Lucy shook her head. “Oh, Pastuzo!” she scolded him gently.

“Well, reading makes me sleepy,” Pastuzo replied awkwardly. “But any city that comes up with this –” he lifted the remains of his marmalade sandwich – “is all right with me.”

Lucy opened her mouth to reply, but stopped. She gasped and pointed at something she had spotted in the river below. “Oh, look, Pastuzo!”

Pastuzo grabbed a pair of binoculars from beside him and peered through them. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “It’s a … it’s a cub!” he said.

Sure enough, far below the rope bridge there was a tiny baby bear struggling to stay afloat in the fast-flowing river. He was clinging desperately to a bit of driftwood. And the river was pulling him closer and closer to some rocks …

Pastuzo lowered his binoculars. He turned to speak to his wife only to see she had left her place on the bridge and was already climbing down a trailing vine towards the waters beneath!

“Lucy!” Pastuzo shouted.

“Lower me down,” said Lucy firmly.

Pastuzo could see there was no point in arguing with her. “All right. But be careful!” he cried.

His heart in his mouth, he untied the vine and began lowering Lucy towards the torrent that raged below. The cub was struggling harder than ever to stay on the branch, but he lost his grip and slipped into the water. Lucy was still a few metres above him as the little cub managed to reach out and grasp the branch again.

“Lower, Pastuzo! Lower!” Lucy called up to her husband.

The cub raised his eyes to see Lucy coming towards him on the vine, reaching out her paw to him. He stretched to take hold of her, but slipped and sank beneath the water.

Lucy grabbed the little cub as he surfaced and swiftly pulled him from the swirling waters. But above her Pastuzo lost his balance on the bridge. His hat flew off as he toppled … He closed his eyes and flailed around with his paws, grabbing on to the bridge and catching hold of it just in time to stop himself from falling.

He opened one eye, hardly daring to look at the scene unfolding below. To his huge relief he saw Lucy still clinging on to the vine. She had his hat, and something else too.

“Lucy? Lucy!” Pastuzo cried.

Lucy smiled up at him. “I’m afraid we’re not going to London after all,” she said.

Pastuzo frowned. “Why not?”

Lucy looked down at the soaking-wet little bundle in her arms. Her eyes filled with love as she took in the tiny face of the bear cub, partly covered by Pastuzo’s hat. “We’ve got a cub to raise,” she said.

Pastuzo peered at the little bear. “What’s he like?”

“Rather small …” said Lucy. The cub sneezed, and the hat fell over his face. “And rather sneezy!” said Lucy with a laugh.

She lifted the hat to see that the cub had found one of Pastuzo’s emergency marmalade sandwiches and was tucking in with relish.

“He likes his marmalade,” said Lucy.

“That’s a good sign,” said Pastuzo, smiling.

“Oh yes, Pastuzo,” said Lucy. “If we look after this bear, I have a feeling he’ll go far.”

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Some bear years later …

PADDINGTON WAS SITTING in his attic room in number 32 Windsor Gardens where he lived with the Brown family, thinking about his old life back in Darkest Peru. He looked out over the city of London – he really did have the most spectacular view from his window.

“How you would love this place, Aunt Lucy,” Paddington said aloud. “I do wish you could leave the Home for Retired Bears and visit me here.” He knew this was not possible, though. He sighed. “I’ll just have to write to you and tell you all my news instead,” he said.

And with that, Paddington grabbed some paper and a pen and began a letter to his aunt.

Dear Aunt Lucy,

I am settling in nicely with the Browns, although I still miss you dreadfully. Mrs Bird’s marmalade is excellent, but it will never be quite the same as yours.

It has been a very busy summer. Mrs Brown has been swimming in the Serpentine lake in Hyde Park. She is training to swim all the way to France. Personally, I don’t see the point, as there is a perfectly adequate ferry service, but she insists that is not the same. She’s just finished illustrating an adventure story so maybe that has inspired her.

Judy was going to start a newspaper with her boyfriend Tony this summer, but he “dumped” her, apparently – although she says she “dumped” him. She spends a lot of time crying and at one point she said she was going to become a nun! Thankfully she seems to have changed her mind about that and she is going to start the newspaper on her own.

Jonathan is joining Judy at big school this autumn. He has spent the summer building an amazing model railway, but no one is allowed to talk about it as it’s “not cool”. He says that if anyone asks, he is now called “J-Dog”, likes “kung fu and aliens” and is “definitely not into steam trains”. I have decided to stop asking him anything for now, in case I get it wrong.

Mr Brown has been very busy too. There have been big changes at the insurance company where he works. Mr Brown was very much hoping to get a promotion to become the Head of Risk Analysis, but a much younger man called Steve Visby got it instead. Ever since, Mr Brown’s behaviour has also been quite strange. He now blends his food, paints his hair a funny colour and wears Lycra clothing to go to an exercise class called Chakrabatics. He says it is “all a question of opening your mind and your legs will follow”, although his legs looked a bit reluctant to follow him anywhere after the things he had asked them to do.

In spite of all these peculiar goings-on, London really is everything you hoped for and more, Aunt Lucy. Everyone is so kind to me – I have made a lot of very good friends here in Windsor Gardens. I only wish I could introduce you to them all.

I hope that you are well and enjoying life in the Home for Retired Bears. I must sign off now as I’m on a Very Important Mission. I am afraid it is Top Secret so I can’t tell you about it – yet!

Lots of love,

Padingtun