Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'Now, he's put a lot of effort into doing as little as possible,
- Good morning, gentlemen... and madam. - (Mr Brown keeps muttering)
But you are my family.
There are just expectations from my family.
- (Footsteps) - Hello, there!
She has no interest in gold.
- This is a bit unchristian, isn't it? - Well, it would be...
She has to warn me.
but if we had it, we could buy a real house
and I can only pray for your forgiveness!
Fair enough.
This way.
Oranges.
Aunt Lucy?
'I am writing to you with some very important news!'
(Thunder rumbling)
Mr Brown, if you feel you can't come... I shall go on my own.
...you should know...
'But life in London is still quite wonderful,
Oh.
Well, we already did, my dear.
completely out of the blue.
(Roaring)
'As for the Browns, Jonathan has given up chillin',
It's all right... it's how it's meant to be.
(♪ Opera playing on gramophone)
- (Leaves rustling) - (Thud)
And it's for when people have forgotten their manners and the important things.
Could this be... could it be El Dorado?
Every time!
Aunt Lucy! She can hear me!
Yes...?
You're free.
They didn't mean now, Paddington.
They are the secret guardians of the El Dorado oranges.
Yes! Abandon ship! Come on!
'and is hardly ever in his room.
I can't wait to see Aunt Lucy and try this out, of course.
Well, Aunt Lucy has made a note.
We'll find her, Paddington.
I'm sorry.
(Gina) '...he promised he would keep away from the jungle and its ghosts.
- The nuns will show you your rooms. - Thank you.
It looks kind of like an evil lair.
Nothing suspicious about it.
Probably it's just... the altitude.
Oh, I thought you were going to ask to stay here.
You were never a Cabot.
(Mr Brown) Yes, I'd like to report a missing bear, please.
What it is, is a perfectly innocent secret surveillance control centre.
Wait... Paddington!
(Paddington) I'm OK. Nothing broken.
(Creaking)
- Who are they, Aunt Lucy? - And why do they dress up like... trees?
What... Beg your pardon, Reverend Mother, but this place...
(Gasps) Reverend Mother?
Good morning, Paddington. Did you sleep well?
- Paddington... - We have to try.
And you... You had me there!
It's... my husband's got a bit of a thing about spiders and bugs.
but you'll have to take your sightseeing somewhere else.
- But she did! Look! It's the same! - It may very well look the same.
- Thank you very much, Reverend Mother. - (Mrs Bird) I'll man basecamp.
Oh, Paddington.
- Mummy Bear, you! - (Grunting)
This is the Amazon, not a shopping centre!
Sorry, Mr Hunter!
Gina!
(Hunter gasps)
What's that creaking noise?
- What tattoo? - Oh, he's got a tattoo...
They don't sound friendly.
- ♪ Marching as to war - (Jonathan) Why's she singing?
is that Cabotos don't share!
- Sensational. - Awesome.
A trip to Peru!
...about us...
I must get you and Paddington to safety.
- Paddington belongs here. - With his clan.
(Paddington) 'Dear Aunt Lucy.
and will do anything to get his gold.
Rumi Rock, huh?
Well, perhaps a little...
(Echoing roar)
Oh, yes.
The Reverend Mother said she was looking for something.
'and I still feel very much at home.
(Paddington grunting)
'...Brown.'
So, if they get lost...
Four 150 years now, Riskworth & Hazardsby has been assessing risk.
Oh?
Mrs Brown... they are my tribe.
It can't be far, and whatever's happened to Hunter and Gina,
Because she has already found her way there.
but are you sure you know where we are?
(Aunt Lucy) They are your tribe.