Postman Pat and the Sorting Machine Postman Pat: Special Delivery Service

# Postman Pat, Postman Pat

-# Postman Pat and his black-and-white cat... #

-Meow!

# Early in the morning

# Just as day is dawning

# He picks up all the postbags in his van

# Postman Pat, Postman Pat

# Postman Pat and his black-and-white cat

# All the birds are singing

# And the day is just beginning

# Pat feels he's a really happy man

# Everybody knows his bright red van

# All his friends will smile as he waves to greet them

# Maybe

# You can never be sure

# There'll be knock...

# Ring...

# Parcels to your door... #

# Postman Pat, Postman Pat

# Postman Pat and his black-and-white cat

# All the birds are singing and the day is just beginning

# Pat feels he's a really happy man

# Pat feels he's a really happy man. #

PAT CHUCKLES, JESS PURRS

-Morning, Nisha.

-Good morning, Pat.

Morning, children.

Oh, hi, Julian.

Hi, Lucy.

Happy birthday, Meera!

I've got you a present.

Me too.

Wicked! Aw, thanks!

Look, Mum!

Oh, that's lovely.

And what a great drawing, Julian.

Look! It's you, Jess!

Meow.

THEY LAUGH, PHONE RINGS

Ooh!

Special Delivery Service. Pat Clifton speaking.

Pat, there's an urgent special delivery. Come as fast as you can.

We're on our way. We've got a special delivery, Jess.

-What's it going to be today?

-Meow!

-Meow?

-Ooh!

Oh, dear.

Pat! Thank goodness you're here. You won't believe what's happened!

You need to get the SDS plane ready right away.

But you haven't even told us what we're delivering yet.

It's the sorting machine.

-I know it is.

-Yes, but it's broken down. Look!

-Oh, no!

-That's why all this mail is building up.

What are we going to do?

The SDS sorting office in Cardiff has a spare machine.

You need to fetch it right away.

Oh. So our special delivery is a sorting machine.

Yes, and an engineer who can install it.

Righto.

Er, will you be OK here?

Yes. Some of the villagers are coming to help me

sort the post by hand. We'll be fine...

HE GASPS

-..I think!

-Come on, Jess. We're off to Wales.

-Setting course for Wales, Jess.

-Meow.

Meow!

Right, that looks like the sorting office.

Prepare to land.

Hello. Croeso! Welcome to Wales!

Rowena Roberts, head of post and chief engineer, SDS Cardiff.

Hello. Pat Clifton, postman, and Jess...

-er, cat.

-Meow.

SDS Pencaster.

-SHE GASPS

-So this is the famous SDS plane?

Oh, I'd love to be out flying on special deliveries.

Ready for takeoff!

Ready for takeoff!

Meow.

Oh.

Er...yes. You were going to lend us a sorting machine.

Oh, yes, it's ready to fly and so am I.

This way.

Meow.

Gosh, this looks familiar.

-DRAGON SQUEAKS

-Meow!

Meow!

Careful, Jess. Sorry, Rowena.

Oh, they're only old rollers from a conveyor belt.

At least Jess has found your sorting machine.

Meow.

So he has.

Well done, Jess. Let's get it onto the plane.

Oh, no problem.

Mind your backs.

-BEN:

-Thanks for coming, everyone.

OK, we need to sort all this mail as quickly as possible.

By 'eck!

There's mountains of it!

Och, nothing a wee dram of elbow grease won't fix.

I just hope our elbows are greasy enough.

We can do it. Think positive.

I'll bring the unsorted mail over to you, then we put letters

for different streets in bundles with elastic bands.

Mail for Greendale goes in the red sacks

and mail for Pencaster goes in the green sacks.

Oh, I could fix that.

If I just unscrew...

Um...got that, Ted?

Oh! Yep. Yep, got that.

Green and red.

Ajay, everything OK?

There should be a package addressed to me in this lot.

It's Meera's birthday present.

Well, the sooner we get to work, the sooner we'll find it.

Aye, I suppose so.

PHONE RINGS

-Special Delivery Service, Pat Clifton speaking.

-Pat, it's Ben.

-How's the special delivery coming along?

-All fine.

Should be with you in two shakes of a Welsh lamb's...

MACHINE GRINDS

Is everything OK?

Er...yes.

Must go, Ben. Bye!

Ted! Red for Greendale, green for Pencaster.

-Remember?

-Er...

Oh, sorry, Pat.

The forklift's broken down. I can fix it, but I'll be a while.

Perhaps we can move it ourselves.

I always say it takes a machine to move a machine.

Well, we'll just have to try the human touch. Come on!

THEY GRUNT AND GROAN

-Oh!

-Oh! Nope, too heavy.

Meow!

Careful, Jess. You don't want to go rolling away again.

Wait! That's it!

Rowena, can I borrow those conveyor belt rollers?

What for?

We'll pick you up later, Ajay.

Er...has the Eagle landed?

Never mind eagles, Nisha. Our Meera's present hasn't turned up!

Oh, OK. I'll see you later, Ajay.

THEY GRUNT AND GROAN

Now, we have to get the rollers underneath so we can roll it along.

Meow!

Well done, Jess!

-Now, another.

-Meow!

Oh! Look at this. A knitting pattern from my niece Flora in Scotland.

If I could just give that bit a clonk with my hammer...

No. No.

No. Oh!

Hang on.

-No. No.

-PARCEL SMASHES

Oh! Come on, Pat.

Where are you?

Right, let's push!

Wait. My machine will roll off these rollers.

Crash, bang, game over.

No, we'll take the rollers from behind...

and put them in front.

There's clever. Well done, Pat.

You know what they say...

-BOTH:

-The special delivery always gets through.

One, two, three!

Push!

It's working.

Over it goes.

That's the way.

Nearly there.

Meow!

-BOTH:

-Hooray!

-Job done.

-Meow?

-Now, let's get this special delivery...

Back on track.

Oh, dear. What's going on?

Oh, I think we're too heavy.

It's OK, Pat. I've got my spanner.

Let me at the engines and I'll get her going.

Maybe we should just take off some extra weight first.

You know, the human touch.

Oh, I could fix this with a little ratchet in the sprocket.

Ted, these letters are in the wrong piles!

Oh.

Lauren, I said, "Red sack for..."

Pencaster. I know.

For Greendale!

Green for Pencaster.

Are you sure it's not green for Greendale?

No! All the mail everyone has sorted will have to be re-sorted.

Thank you.

Oh, dearie me.

There! We're much lighter now.

Here we go, full power.

Oh! We're lifting off. The human touch did work, didn't it?

What a view!

Oh, we must do some sightseeing. King Gilbertson's Castle isn't far.

Er, ooh, well, we really need to get back, Rowena.

Oh, it won't take long, I promise.

Let's go. Woohoo!

And remember...

ALL: Red for Greendale, green for Pencaster.

Oh, your plane's great, Pat. I've never seen the castle from up here.

Can we go round again?

Oh, no! Low fuel!

It's cos we went round the castle, isn't it? Sorry, Pat.

-Have we got enough fuel to get to Pencaster?

-Oh, I hope so.

-I don't think we can do any more sightseeing.

-OK, Pat.

No more sightseeing.

Phew! Just made it!

Oh, good flying, Pat!

Meow!

OK, Pat.

-Hooray!

-Hooray!

-There you go, boyo.

All sorted.

-Thanks, Rowena.

-No problem. Thanks for lending me your ratchet, Ted.

-You've got a fine set of tools.

-Oh! Aye, thank you very much.

Well, anything for a fellow engineer.

Hello, everyone. We're here to pick up Ajay.

It's almost time for Meera's birthday tea.

ALL: Hooray!

Er...where is he?

I'm here, love.

-HE SIGHS

-It's no good.

-Meera's present must be lost somewhere.

-Oh, no.

BANGING AND WHIRRING Oh, dear!

Oh, no!

Now THIS sorting machine is broken.

Maybe the, er, piston needs loosening.

Yes. Or the sprocket needs tightening.

-Or...

-Wait! There's something clogging the chute.

That's it! Meera's present!

Happy birthday, love.

Wow! Thanks, Dad! Thanks, Mum!

Sometimes, you can't beat the human touch.

Oh, you're right there, Mrs Goggins!

-Eh, Pat?

-PAT CHUCKLES

Special Delivery Service - mission accomplished!

# Special Delivery Service

# Pat is on his way

# Special Delivery Service

# SDS!

# What's it going to be today?

# Postman Pat! SDS!

# We all know he's the best! #

Mission accomplished!