Animated series. Peter tells an impulsive lie which leads Jemima Puddle-Duck into Mr Tod's clutches.
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-# Let's go
-Go on a run
# Run for our lives
# We'll tear a hole in every fence in every wall
# Race through the fields
# Run wild and free
# And grab a piece of every radish that we see
# Go day and night
# Go for it all
# It's time to fly, come on, the wind's begun to blow
# Let's go!
# Cos you and I We weren't made for going slow
# Adventure calls, the game is on
# Let's go
# Let's go
# Let's go
# Let's go! #
Hmmm, what do we want today? A carrot, a turnip...
Maybe not the cat, Peter.
Look at those scrummy cucumbers, watch this!
Eurgh! My favourite jacket...
Ha ha ha...
Mr Tod, can we have our fishing rod back, please?
Of course, my dear boy.
After all, why on earth would I want to go fishing...
when I can have rabbit for dinner!
Mr Tod, give me back my friend.
Millie, what are you doing? Come on!
Ooh, ahh, aww! You'll slip up one of these days, Peter Rabbit!
Ooh, ooh, oof...
-Ha! Crab apples, nice one, Lily.
-Do you think we lost him?
-Ah, poor Benjamin! You need a big hug.
I'd rather have a big cucumber.
Or how about...
-What are they doing out here?
-Waiting to be eaten!
-Hey, we can't just take them.
-If we don't someone else will.
Oh, my tummy.
Someone must have eaten them! Oh, imagine!
Have you seen them? Oh, have you, have you?
Oh, whatever has happened to my freshly backed oatcakes?
-What oatcakes, Mrs Puddle-Duck?
Only the sweetest, crumbliest,
oatcakiest oatcakes I've ever did bake!
They must've fallen out of my basket on the way to the river. Oh!
-Someone did eat them... Imagine!
-Eating someone else's oatcakes.
-Mr Tod took them!
Oh, my! Oh, deary me.
My... Well, there's only one thing to be done.
I should have words with that thieving fox right away.
Phew, I thought we were in trouble there for sure.
Jemima Puddle-Duck's the one in trouble.
She's heading to Mr Tod's and foxes eat ducks.
Yeah, this is bad, very bad!
I didn't think she'd go looking for him. We've got to stop her!
He stole my oatcakes. I'm going to give that fox a piece of my mind.
I say, stop making this infernal hullabaloo?
Oh, and what do we have here?
I will make a hullaba whatsit, Mr Tod -
you ate my oatcakes without asking.
Oatcakes? Eurgh, too plain for me.
-I'm more of a meat eater.
-Now it's no use telling fibs, Mr Tod.
But, my dear, Jemima, to have one's precious oatcakes stolen,
-must be exceedingly distressing.
-Oh, it is. Exceedingly...early.
So, please, let me cook you a brand-new batch.
It's the very least I can do, for such a fair lady.
Oh, well you are a gentleman.
And here I was, thinking you were a no-good-nick. What a silly!
Mr Tod's lying he's not going to cook oatcakes, he's going
to cook Jemima.
Not if we can help it, come on!
Oh, dear. I'm such a butter-wings!
Nonsense, besides, for such an honoured guest,
we should use only my largest cooking pot.
Ah, here we are, my recipe for roast duck.
My, this pot is enormous. I could fit in there myself.
Ah, you don't say!?
I need to get higher.
Benjamin, stop moving!
It's no good. If we can't get Mrs Puddle-Duck out,
-then we just have to go in.
-What? No, Peter.
Vegetables. I've never made oatcakes with vegetables before.
Oh, don't you... I mean, don't they look delicious.
Would you mind terribly, putting this orange in your mouth?
What on earth?
Do excuse me for a moment, won't you?
First a duck, now rabbits. A whole feast, right on my doorstep!
Pssst! Mrs Puddle-Duck.
-Where we going?
It's one of Peter's dad's secret tunnels.
Good old Peter's dad!
Oh, well, so much for the rabbits.
At least there's still be duck to be savoured.
Bothersome fishing rod.
Jemima, really, oatcakes must be stirred with one's feet.
Surely you knew?
My feet? Oh me, oh, my!
-Well, well, if you say so, Mr Tod.
I've got to get her out of here.
-Oh, this is bad, this is very, very bad.
-With an extra helping of uh-oh!
-We've got to do something.
-It's our fishing rod.
-Benjamin, you're a genius!
You want to go fishing now?
We're not going fishing, we're going to help Peter.
We are? I mean, of course we are.
-Don't let go... Don't let go!
Hold on tight, Benjamin.
This mixture seems awfully watery for oatcakes.
Mmmm, it's almost perfect.
Just needs one more thing. The lid!
Oh, no, you don't. You leave Mrs Puddle-Duck alone! Or else.
Peter Rabbit, what a surprise.
And just in time to join us for oatcakes.
Yes, Peter, do stay for dinner - I insist.
Now, I wonder who to have for the main course.
-Lily, I can't!
-Eeny, meeny, miny...
Oh me, oh, my. Oh, my poor nerves.
And just look at all this mess.
Rule one of cooking, Mr Tod, keep a tidy kitchen. No, this won't do.
-Good day to you.
Thanks to you, duck is off the menu...
But it's a good thing, I prefer rabbits.
-Oh, no, Peter.
He might be bigger than us, but we're quicker. Let's hop to it.
Mr Tod, over here!
# Stand your ground
# You've got no time to get away
# Stand your ground
# Come on, think fast and you can save the day
# You can't just run
# This game is all or not
# You've got to use your wits to get you through
# So stand your ground, stand your ground
# I know you're gonna figure out what to do! #
Let's get out of here.
-Hi, Mrs Puddle-Duck.
Oh! Fancy seeing you again!
We have something to tell you, Mrs Puddle-Duck.
Don't we, Peter?
-We were the ones who ate your oatcakes.
We made you some more, though.
-They might be a bit burnt.
And please, Mrs Puddle-Duck, if a fox ever offers you oatcakes again,
don't take them!
He was going to eat you!
Ha-ha-ha! Eat me?! And nice gentleman like Mr Tod?
-Stuff of nonsense!
-Oh, well, we tried.
Oh! Nom-um-um. Yum! Crispy, just the way I like them!
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When Peter tells an impulsive lie which leads Jemima Puddle-Duck into Mr Tod's clutches, he must act fast to stop her from becoming the fox's dinner!