First published in Great Britain by
HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017
HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd,
1 London Bridge Street, London SE1 9GF
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
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Anna Wilson asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
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Source ISBN: 9780008254469
Ebook Edition © 2017 ISBN: 9780008254476
Version: 2017-10-11
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Title Page
Copyright First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017 HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 1 London Bridge Street, London SE1 9GF 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. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. Source ISBN: 9780008254469 Ebook Edition © 2017 ISBN: 9780008254476 Version: 2017-10-11
Prologue
Chapter One: At Home with the Browns
Chapter Two: Paddington’s Morning Routine
Chapter Three: A Surprise Find at Mr Gruber’s Shop
Chapter Four: Paddington and the Close Shave
Chapter Five: All the Fun of the Fair
Chapter Six: Paddington Cleans Up
Chapter Seven: “Stop, thief!”
Chapter Eight: Paddington and the Long Arm of the Law
Chapter Nine: The Hunt is On
Chapter Ten: It All Comes Out in the Wash
Chapter Eleven: Madame Kozlova Tells Her Story
Chapter Twelve: Aunt Lucy’s Recipe Saves the Day
Chapter Thirteen: Read All About It!
Chapter Fourteen: Marmalade is Served
Chapter Fifteen: Phoenix Buchanan Acts the Innocent
Chapter Sixteen: The Browns Have a Master Plan
Chapter Seventeen: Breaking and Entering, but Mainly Breaking
Chapter Eighteen: Paddington and the Great Escape
Chapter Nineteen: Paddington on the Run
Chapter Twenty: Paddington is on the Right Track
Chapter Twenty-one: A Sinking Feeling
Chapter Twenty-two: Paddington and the Big Surprise
Epilogue
About the Publisher
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.
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