#5 (Read by Stephen Fry)

Paddington Goes Underground. Paddington was very surprised when he woke up the Next morning and found himself in bed. He decided it was a nice feeling as he Stretched himself and pulled the sheets up round his Head with a paw. He reached out with his feet and found a Cool spot for his toes. One advantage of being a very small bear in A large bed was that there was so much Room. After a few minutes, he poked his head out Cautiously and sniffed. There was a lovely smell of something coming under The door. It seemed to be getting nearer and Nearer. There were footsteps, too, Coming up the stairs. As they stopped by his door, there was a Knock, and Mrs. Bird's voice called out, "Are you awake, young Paddington?" "Only just," called out Paddington, rubbing his Eyes. The door opened. "You've had a good sleep," said Mrs. Bird as she placed a tray on the bed And drew the curtains. "And you're a very privileged Person to have breakfast in bed on a weekday." Paddington eyed the tray hungrily. There was half a grapefruit in a bowl, A plate of bacon and eggs, some toast, And a whole pot of marmalade, not to mention A large cup of tea. "Is all that for me?" He exclaimed. "If you don't want it, I can soon take it away again," said Mrs. Bird. "Oh, I do," said Paddington hurriedly. "It's just that I've never seen so much breakfast Before." "Well, you'd better hurry up with it," Mrs. Bird turned in the doorway and looked back, "because you're going on a shopping expedition this Morning with Mrs. Brown and Judy. And all I can say is, thank goodness I'm Not going too." She closed the door. "Now, I wonder what she means by that," Said Paddington. But he didn't worry about it for Very long. There was far too much to do. It was the first time he had ever had Breakfast in bed, and he soon found it wasn't Quite as easy as it looked. First of all, he had trouble with the grapefruit. Every time he pressed it with his spoon, a Long stream of juice shot up and hit him In the eye, which was very painful. And all the time he was worried because the Bacon and eggs were getting cold. Then there was the question of the marmalade. He wanted to leave room for the marmalade. In the end, he decided it would be much Nicer if he mixed everything up on the one Plate and sat on the tray to eat it. "Oh, Paddington," said Judy when she entered the Room a few minutes later and found him perched On the tray. "Whatever are you doing now? Do hurry up. We're waiting for you downstairs." Paddington looked up, an expression of bliss on his Face, that part of his face which could be Seen behind egg whiskers and toast crumbs. He tried to say something, but all he could Manage was a muffled grunting noise, Which sounded like, "I'm just coming," All rolled into one. "Really?" Judy took out her handkerchief and wiped His face. "You're the stickiest bear imaginable. And if you don't hurry up, all the nice Things will be gone. Mummy's going to buy you A complete new outfit from Barkridge's. I heard her say so. Now comb your fur Quickly and come on down." As she closed the door, Paddington looked at the Remains of his breakfast. Most of it was gone, but there was a Large piece of bacon left which it seemed a Pity to waste. He decided to put it into His suitcase in case he got hungry later on. He hurried into the bathroom and rubbed his face Over with some warm water. Then he combed his whiskers carefully, and a few Moments later, not looking perhaps as clean as he Had done the evening before, but quite smart, He arrived downstairs. "I hope you're not wearing that hat," Said Mrs. Brown as she looked down at him. "Oh, do let him, Mummy," cried Judy. "It's so, so unusual." "It's unusual, all right," said Mrs. Brown. "I don't know that I've ever seen anything Quite like it before. It's such a funny shape. I don't know what you'd call it." "It's a bush hat," said Paddington proudly, "and it saved my life." "Saved your life?" repeated Mrs. Brown. "Don't be silly. How could a hat save your life?" Paddington was about to tell her of his adventure In the bath the evening before when he received A nudge from Judy. She shook her head. "Um, it's a long story," he said lamely. "Then you'd better save it for another time," said Mrs. Brown. "Now come along, both of you."