Postman Pat and the Jumble Sale Postman Pat

# Postman Pat, Postman Pat

# Postman Pat and his black and white cat

# 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

# 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 goes to greet them

# Maybe, you can never be sure

# There'll be knock, ring Letters through your door

# Postman Pat, Postman Pat

# Postman Pat and his black and white cat

# All the birds are singing The day is just beginning

# Pat feels he's a really happy man

# Pat feels he's a really happy man

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

I might not be in when you get home, Pat.

Nisha's organising the recycling week jumble sale

-and I said I'd help.

-OK.

-Are you doing the food stall, Mum?

-Yes!

I'm making chocolate cake, lemon cake, strawberry gateau

and your favourites - flapjacks!

-Oh, great!

-They're fine-looking geraniums, Sara.

Yes. Dorothy Thompson gave them to me,

but I can't find anywhere to put them.

PC Selby's got his geraniums in window boxes.

What a good idea!

Er... Well, I'd better be off, then.

-Perhaps you could make some, Pat.

-Um... Well... Yes... Maybe later.

Er... Have you finished with your newspaper, Dad?

-No.

-Oh! Dad! It's recycling week! I need it!

I know. But I've not read it yet!

Come on, Jess.

These are all to go to the station, Pat.

I'll make it my first call, Mrs Goggins.

Be careful with this one, Pat.

Oh, it's the little apple tree that the school children sent off for.

They're working so hard on their wee school garden.

I'll see it when I drop the tree off. Come on, Jess.

-Time for work.

-MEOW!

Hey, wait for me!

Have a good day, Jess! Bye, Pat.

-JESS PURRS

-There you are, Jess.

You're spoiling him, Nisha.

-Oh! Oh!

-Are you all right, Ajay?

Oh, aye! I'm fine, Pat.

Then you'll be able to pop these onto the Pencaster train.

-I can manage that, Pat.

-Oh, Pat?

A few people have got things for my recycling week jumble sale.

-Could you pick them up on your round?

-Er... Dr Gilbertson,

the Reverend Tims and Dorothy Thompson...

Er... No problem, Nisha.

Shall I bring everything back here?

Yes, please. I'll take everything down to the village green tomorrow.

Have these for your jumble sale. I'm fed up tripping over them!

-Come on, Jess. Let's see what Julian's up to.

-MEOW!

Atchoo!

Hello, everyone. ALL: Hello, Pat. Hi, Jess!

-Look at the wild flowers we planted!

-They're grand, Julian!

-Atchoo!

-I think Jess likes them too!

Here's something to make your school garden even better, Mr Pringle.

Brilliant! The tree's arrived.

Oh, it's fantastic!

Can I plant it, Mr Pringle?

Well, Julian and Meere have already dug a hole. They should plant it.

BOTH: Oh, thank you, Mr Pringle!

Just think, in 20 years' time,

our little tree will be taller than Mr Pringle!

I hope it grows loads of apples.

Nisha said you had something for me to pick up, Geoff.

Why, aye! Come with me.

-A cuckoo clock!

-It doesn't... It doesn't tell the time any more.

-Don't worry, Jess! It's not a real bird!

-MEOW?!

Meow?!

Go on! Shoo!

Shoo! Go on!

-Morning, Pat!

-Good morning, Alf. Oh, dear, Dorothy,

-the crows have certainly taken a fancy to your lettuces.

-Oh, I know!

Greedy things! They're eating them before we can even pick them.

The scarecrow should keep 'em away.

I think I spoke too soon!

Thanks, Pat.

Nisha said you had something for her jumble sale.

Oh, that's right, Pat.

It's my old sewing machine.

I hope it won't be too big for your van.

PAT PANTS AND SIGHS

There! That's done it.

Shoo! Clear off! Go on!

-Good luck with those greedy crows, Dorothy.

-Thanks, Pat. I'll need it!

-SCREECHING AND SCRAPING

-Meow?! MEOW!

Oh, what a racket!

Oh! I didn't know you could play the violin, Reverend.

Not very well, I'm afraid.

I've had this old violin in the attic for years, Pat.

I thought I'd better give it to the jumble sale.

HE SIGHS

Are you sure you want to give it away, Reverend?

Well, "What the Lord giveth, the Lord also taketh away".

Morning, Dr Gilbertson. Here's your post.

Oh! Thank you, Pat. You're just in time for coffee and biscuits.

Ooh! Lovely!

-MEOW!

-How did that happen?

Oh, dear! It's this old table - it's full of woodworm.

Throw it out before the legs drop off.

Mm. Pity! I've always liked it.

It looks so lovely in the garden.

I'm sure you'll find something to replace it, Dr Gilbertson.

Oh, my goodness, Pat! I never expected such wonderful things.

Reverend Tims wasn't too happy about saying goodbye to his violin.

-Oh, dear!

-Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be fine.

I hope so. See you tomorrow, Pat.

Bye, Nisha.

Have you seen the evening newspaper, Julian?

Er, er...

Sorry, Dad. I needed it for my money boxes.

How on earth are you going to make that into money boxes?!

Wait and see, Dad.

Look at our money boxes, Dad!

My word, Julian!

They're grand!

Oh, thank you, children.

Oh, that's a funny-looking sewing machine, Mum.

It's very old, Meere.

Look...

You can lower the sewing machine like this. Lift the lid...

and hey, presto! You have a table.

Well, I never knew that was a table!

I'll buy those four wooden toolboxes, Nisha.

What do you want toolboxes for, Sara?

A surprise...for Pat.

Yeah, so me mum couldn't come.

-She got a sore throat shouting at the crows.

-Oh, poor Dorothy!

That scared me!

Mm. That gives me an idea.

I think I'LL buy that cuckoo clock, Nisha.

-It...it doesn't tell the time, Pat.

-I know, Charley.

I was thinking of using it for something completely different.

Nisha, would you think it most selfish if I bought my violin back?

Of course not, Reverend.

"What the Lord has joined together, let no-one put asunder"!

-Get a new table, Dr Gilbertson?

-No, not had time, Pat.

Then look no further.

Oh! It's perfect!

Absolutely perfect!

-Oh, Pat, you're a genius.

-Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Me-e-eow!

Oh! What a busy afternoon, Pat!

I sold out of everything.

What are you gonna do with these old toolboxes, Sara?

Wait and see.

Mam! Mam!

Please can I play with Meere?

Ajay will bring me home later on.

All right, Julian. Have fun.

THEY SING TOGETHER

I can't imagine why you bought that broken clock, Pat.

I know somebody in Greendale who urgently needs it.

-DOROTHY SHOUTS HOARSELY:

-Shoo! Shoo!

Oh, go on... Shoo! Shoo!

Hello, Dorothy!

-I've brought you something that might help.

-Oh, yes?

Oh, I don't believe it!

Oh, Pat!

What would we do without you?!

What a clever idea, Sara. You made the toolboxes into window boxes.

Well, it is recycling week, Pat.

-Mum! Dad!

-We sold all our money boxes too!

Except for this one. I made it out of your newspaper.

-So it belongs to you, Dad.

-Oh, thank you, Julian.

-Isn't it amazing what you can do with other people's rubbish?

-Meow!

# Postman, Postman Pat Can you guess what's in his bag?

-# Is there a letter?

-Meow!

-# Is there a parcel?

-Meow!

-# Is there a postcard?

-Meow!

# What's left? Jess the cat!

# Postman, Postman Pat

-# Can you guess what's in his bag?

-Meow!#