For Sale Bear Behaving Badly

I can't see!

Oh!

-Nev, are you nearly ready yet?

-Barney!

-What?

-I can't see.

I'm not surprised. Let me help you with that.

It's hard to believe Mr Prank wants to hold a residents' meeting now.

-Crazy Keith!

-He's a resident too, but not officially.

Maybe we should find out what this is about before we bother him.

No bother, Barney! I'm a bit busy.

I've just spotted something awesome down under!

-KNOCK AT DOOR Come and see.

-That's Mr Prank. Hide!

Wackadoo! Catch you later. Wahey!

-Hello, Mr Prank.

-Mr Barney, I hope you've laid on tea as I requested.

-And biscuits.

-I'm sure I can rustle up something for you.

-Hello, Bear.

-Hello, Mr Angry Pants.

-Atchoo!

Oh! Agh! There's something furry in there. It bit me!

No, nothing in there. It's just some digestives.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Door's open!

-Morning, everyone.

-Hello, Beetroot.

-Beatrice, do you want a biscuit?

-No time. Chop-chop!

No time for biscuits. Come on, chop-chop! Come on, chop-chop!

Now, ladies and...residents...

..I have here a very important scroll.

It comes from Mr Rupert, the owner of this building.

-My Uncle Rupert?

-Oh, yes.

And he's asked ME as Chief,

you know, overall in charge,

SENIOR Caretaker,

etcetera,

to read it out to you.

-Get a move on. I've got to be at rehearsal in 20 minutes.

-Of course.

"Dear Residents and Mr Prank..." That's me.

"One of my businesses has gone bust and I am short of cash.

"I need to sell the building now."

-What?

-What? He can't do that!

"I'm sorry, but you must all find somewhere else to live immediately.

"An estate agent will be round soon to put up a 'for sale' board.

"Yours sincerely, Uncle Rupert."

KNOCK AT DOOR That was quick.

I am so sorry for the late delivery, Barney.

-This came for you. It was right at the bottom of my bag.

-That's OK.

-It's from Uncle Rupert.

-Oh?

-To tell me that he's selling the building.

-He wanted me to be the first to know.

-Selling the building?

We have to find somewhere new to live.

-Oh, no. Not Mr Prank, too?

-Eh? Oh, no. No, no, no.

Mr Rupert would have included me in the sale.

I'm the resident caretaker. I come with the building.

I'm his right-hand man.

Still, it's such sad news.

No, nonsense. At least that blue bear won't make me sneeze any more!

Thrrrrp!

Atchoo!

STARTS TO CRY

Wackadoo! This is quite a discovery, Keith.

Maybe your best ever. Oh, Nev, mate!

-Miss you, Crazy Keith!

-Miss me? You only just got here!

Look!

"Dear Residents, blah-blah-blah, find somewhere else to live.

"Yours faithfully, blah-blah-blah"?

-Oh, dear, oh, dear.

-Oh, Nev, this is terrible. You can't move!

-You're my best buddy!

-Love you, Keith. Need money. Now, please!

You're right. If we could lay our paws on some cash,

Barney's uncle wouldn't have to sell. Now, where's my telescope? Oh, yeah.

It's gold and it's shining.

-Could be worth a lot of money. Those old gold coins usually are.

-Gold!

-It could be the answer to all our problems, Nev.

-Groovy!

You get the food supplies. I'll work out how to get down to that coin.

But remember, this is our top secret mission.

-Don't let on to anyone.

-Tip-top-aroo!

# Oh, hip-hip-hooray The bear is going away

# Hip-hip-hooray The bear is going... #

Oh, Mummy, Mummy! You're all wonky.

-There...

-KNOCK AT DOOR

I'll be right back, Mother.

Your buzzer doesn't work.

It'll stop me getting bothered by residents asking for repairs!

Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

No? Just a joke. That's all.

-Doing essential repairs is a bother to you, is it?

-No, no, no.

What I meant... What's this?

"Leticia Westways, estate agent to Mr Rupert Silverspoon."

Oh! I see we're both working for Mr Rupert.

I'm...I'm Mr Prank, the caretaker.

The old caretaker, yes, I know.

-When are you moving out?

-Moving out?

Yes, to make way for the new caretaker.

We need someone younger and better qualified.

There must be some mistake. I've been here for years.

So I gather.

But I'm a craftsman.

I've left a "for sale" board up outside.

-There'll be people coming to view at any moment.

-Of course.

Please don't be hasty about my job. I've kept the place spick and span.

Hello, Mr Angry Pants!

Aaa...choo!

Oh...

Sorry, it's...

It's my allergy.

Goodbye, Mr Prank!

Miaow!

-I suppose you want us to chase the blue bear, Uncle.

-No, not today.

I'm gonna call...a truce.

-What's that?

-That means I won't be chasing you today.

-Oh.

-At least not until we've found a way of saving our homes.

I'll be calling another meeting, Bear, in five minutes!

-OK.

-And there'd better be biscuits.

Not ones that bite!

-Did someone mention biccies?

-Too right, bro.

Grab 'em and drop 'em down to me.

-I've worked out our route to the gold coin. Hurry, Nevvy!

-OK, Keith.

Biccies! Yum-yum!

-BOING!

-Groovy!

-What are you doing, Nev?

-Ssh! Secret.

A-ha, biscuits!

-What...?

-It's a pity Mr Barney can't be here.

-But don't worry, little bear. I've awarded his vote to Bandit.

-Yeah.

-Miaow!

-Grr!

-Right, let's begin.

Now then, we all need to work together to save our home

and I have come up with a brilliant plan.

-Three cheers for Uncle. Hip-hip...

-Hooray!

Yeah, well, all right. Now, listen.

My idea to stop people buying this place is to scare them off.

It wouldn't be fair on Barney's uncle. He really needs the money.

-Beatrice, we're using my plan.

-But...

-Shall we vote?

All those in favour of my BRILLIANT plan, raise their hands.

Yes, three-two to me. I win.

-We need someone good at putting people off.

-You're off-putting!

Thank you. Any objections? No.

-OK, I accept the position. Meeting over.

-Excuse me!

Right, I'll have another biscuit.

Well done, Nevvy! Ice cream and more biscuits.

-Pity there are no chocolate ones.

-Angry Pants!

-Oh, forget him!

-This adventure will lead us to the ginormous fortune we need.

-Groovy!

According to my antiques coin book,

what's down there is an Anglo-Saxon coin from thousands of years ago.

-Tip-top-aroo!

-Could be worth millions.

-Yippee! Now, please!

Hang on, mate. It's not that easy. It's a long, dark tunnel.

And it's a very long way down.

Go down there, Nev, and you ain't never coming back.

But that coin is Barney's only hope.

-But that tunnel's too deep and scary for Nev.

-It's not.

-Or is it, Nev?

-Eh?

Hmm, frightened!

Of course you are. That's why we need this potholing gear.

-Come on. Grab your kit.

-Groovy!

-Let's get that coin and save the day before Barney gets home.

-Gung-ho!

Oh, um, you're interested in the building?

Interested? Yes, I certainly am.

Thank you, Beatrice. I'll take it from here.

Well, I'm the caretaker and what I don't know about this building

-ain't worth knowing really.

-I...

-Yes, I'm sure.

Keep going, Nev mate. Not a moment to lose.

Hungry!

OK, I guess a short break for some blueberry ice cream won't hurt.

The more ice cream we eat, the lighter our bags get.

Phew! It's hot down here!

-Hot!

-You're feeling it too? Weird! It's normally cool down here.

Look!

The boiler! Looks like she's about to blow!

-Uh-oh!

-If we run, we might get past in time. Come on!

-Oh!

-What the...?

-What are they?

-Socks!

-Eh?

-Hot!

-Oh! Agh! Oh! Agh!

-Ouch!

The socks must've caused a blockage in the boiler and she's erupted.

Come on, Nev, the coin's down the next tunnel.

-Quickly!

-Run! Quick!

-Eugh, I think they're Barney's!

-Oh! Agh!

Come in. Don't hang about in the corridor.

-You might get hit by falling plaster.

-Really?

-Yes, the whole place is a total wreck.

-Tea?

-No, thanks.

Oh, listen to those squeaky floorboards!

-Eek!

-Eek!

The whole place is riddled with dry rot, top to bottom.

-It looks in good nick.

-You don't want to be fooled by appearances.

Look at that, look at that damp patch there! Look at that!

Oh, yes, I see. Miaow!

-What was that?

-Wild animals. Building's full of them.

It's no place for scaredies.

-So I see.

-Oh!

Before you go, let me show you the bathroom.

-Oh!

-Oh!

It's worse than I thought.

Lucky my nephew's here. Bouncer Boy!

He can tell you all about this room.

Ancient plumbing. On its last legs.

-I thought those lead pipes would last for ever.

-Oh, no, no.

Trouble ahead here.

Aagh!

Oh! Ow!

-We need a bit of rag. Give me that here!

-Miaow!

Wackadoo!

There she is, Nev, our coin.

Sell that beauty and we'll have enough money to buy the building.

-Quick!

-Yeah, no time to waste. It's started to rain.

Got it! Hang on. How can it be raining? We're inside.

-Confused.

-Me too. Let's go.

-Aye-aye, Captain.

Oh!

I don't know where this water is coming from, Nevvy.

But we need a boat and we need it fast.

-Excuse me!

-What?

Where's he going now?

Nev!

Oh!

Nevvy, this is no time for picnics.

-Ahoy!

-Oh, I get you, skipper.

Great idea. All aboard the picnic hamper! Women and koalas first.

Oh, wackadoo!

It should be plain sailing from now, Nevvy.

-Hungry!

-No more tucker till we get back home.

-Oops!

-Oh, no.

-Keith!

-We're up the creek without a paddle!

How are we gonna get home now?

-Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

-I see...ducks!

Duckies, over here!

-Quack-quack!

-Help!

LOUD DANCE MUSIC

Well done for stopping that water.

Can't hear you. Noisy neighbours!

-Isn't that music coming from YOUR flat?

-Yes, good point.

I only play my music loud to block out other people's racket.

Hey, Tony! Hey!

Tony? You two know each other?

This is Tony Durrell, my Uncle Rupert's business manager.

They're great mates. Why are you soaking wet? What's with the music?

What can I say? Nephew, turn that music down at once!

-But you said...

-No, at once!

-Teenagers, eh?

-RECORD SCRATCHES

Teenagers, eh?

I hope you've seen how much our home sweet home really means to us.

I've seen all I need to see of your work, Mr Prank.

Barney, organise a residents' meeting. I have an announcement.

-Duckies!

-Well done!

-Duckies!

-Home, please, duckies!

-Way to go, duckies!

-Love you!

I have an announcement.

Sorry I'm late. I've found a new flat on the other side of town.

I don't suppose you saw Nev on your travels, did you?

No, I think he's up to something.

As I say, I have an announcement.

-Excuse me!

-Nev?

-Nev?

-Lookie!

-What's this?

-And where have you been?

-Now, please.

-It's a coin.

It's a gold coin. Anglo-Saxon.

Estimated value £800,000?!

What? Are you serious?

This is brilliant!

We can buy the building back off Uncle Rupert!

# He's cute, he's cuddly, we all think he's lovely, Nev the Bear

# Look, his coin, it's gold The flat's no longer sold

# Nev the Bear... #

Quick!

-Oh, no!

-No!

-Feeling sad.

-I'm afraid the coin has gone for ever.

And now so will we.

Not necessarily. That's what I've been trying to tell you.

I was sent by Uncle Rupert to stop his earlier announcement.

-Anyhow, I now bear good news.

-Bear?

-Not that kind of bear.

Uncle Rupert has made a fortune selling fridges at the North Pole.

-He no longer needs to sell the building.

-That's brilliant news.

Mr Prank, didn't you hear the good news?

Yes. Too late for me, I think.

I think I'm for the sack after what Mr Tony's seen of my work.

Mr Tony, please don't sack Mr Prank.

He's really quite a good caretaker.

-Quite good?

-He thought that you wanted to buy the building.

He was only trying to put you off, so that we didn't have to move.

-Barney?

-Yeah. Mr Prank really is one of the good guys.

-Do you agree, Nev?

-Hmm...

Hmm...

Aye-aye, Captain!

Very well then, Prank. You can keep your job, at least for now.

Thank you very much, sir. Thank you, Neville. Atchoo!

Must be off. I'm snorkelling up the Amazon with your uncle tomorrow. Bye.

-Bye!

-I'll see you out, Tony.

Thanks again.

Oh! Oh!

I was just, um, just checking.

-Postie, it's good news. We're all staying where we are.

-Oh, yes!

Oh, yeah! Whee!

Oh, happy day!

-Hey, Nev, have we got cool neighbours or what?

-Angry Pants!

Yeah, I'm glad he didn't get sacked. Brushed your teeth?

Oh, blueberry toothpaste. Nice!

-RUSTLING

-What's that?

Keep digging, nephew. It must be down here somewhere.

-And it's worth a fortune.

-I'm tired, Uncle!

That's Mr Prank and Bouncer Boy. They're looking for Keith's coin.

-Ha-ha-ha!

-I wonder if they'll find it?

Well, I'll see you in the morning, mate. Night-night.

-Love you.

-Love you too.

-Night-night.

-Love you hundreds.

-Love you more.

-Love you millions.

-Trillions.

-Billions.