Postman Pat and the Sneaky Sheep 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

# 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

# Letters through 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 feels he's a really happy man. #

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

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-Morning, Arthur.

Morning, Pat. Look at this!

-It's a dandelion, Arthur.

-A nasty weed is what it is, Pat.

And it's got no right to be here, making the green look untidy.

Hmm, there are rather a lot of them, I suppose.

JESS SNEEZES

"Rather a lot"?! The green's covered in them!

Something's got to be done.

Well...we can't pull them all up ourselves. There are too many.

We'll just have to think of another way.

Mum, can you play a game with us?

Oh sorry, Julian, love. I'm too busy. You know what Saturdays are like.

My dad's always busy on Saturdays, too. Cleaning the house, shopping...

Morning, all.

-Oh, hello, Pat.

-You'll play a game, won't you, Dad?

I'm sorry, Julian. I've got too much to do.

-Ha! You know what Saturdays are like.

-Yeah, we know!

-All the grown-ups are busy.

-Tell you what. Why don't you help us?

Er...

That way, everyone'd get the jobs done quicker.

You never know, you might have some fun!

We...we could get the others to join in, I suppose.

Like a sort of club, do you mean?

Yes! And we... we could give it a name.

-We could call it...

-The Saturday Club!

Yeah!

Hi, Meera. Can you meet us at the tree-house right away?

So...has everyone got their jobs?

I'm going to pick up all the rubbish from the station platform.

Me and Lucy are going to pick all of PC Selby's runner beans.

We'll sweep up the leaves in the school playground.

We're going to weed the garden for your mum.

-OK, Saturday Club, let's get started.

-YES!

-What's this? Not started yet?

-Meow!

We didn't think there'd be so many weeds, Dad.

There's more weeds than flowers.

You need a drink and a snack before you start.

-You can't do a big job like this on an empty stomach.

-Yeah!

-Yeah!

SLURP!

SLURP!

DOOR OPENS

-Ready to start work?

-Yes, thanks, Mum.

-Thanks, Mrs Clifton.

-Come on.

Those weeds won't pull themselves up.

-What's happened here?

-Where have all the weeds gone, Dad?

Loads of the flowers have gone, too.

Oh, Pat!

This is awful! All my lovely flowers. Whoever would do such a thing?

I don't know, love.

Meow! Yeow!

What have you got there, Jess?

-Meow!

-Oh, look!

-Wool!

-THEY GASP

RUSTLING Meow?

Meow?

Come on, Dad! The platform's never been so tidy!

I'm sure you've done a very good job.

Oh, no! Someone's messed it all up!

Oh, dear!

I'm ever so sorry, Meera.

-We've picked all the beans for you.

-There's loads. Come and look.

See? Not one single bean left on the plants.

Most impressive, girls.

You've done a grand job!

Hang on.

There aren't any beans in the wheelbarrow.

It certainly looks like sheep wool. But how on earth did it get here?

I don't know. But it's a clue, isn't it?

And the flowers are all flattened. That's another clue.

-Let's see if we can find any more.

-We should talk to PC Selby.

Meow?

Meow?

Meow, meow?

Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a problem on our hands.

ALL: Oh, no! I wonder what it is.

A number of plants have gone from Pat and Sara's garden.

The litter bin at the station has been overturned,

and my runner beans have disappeared.

ALL: Terrible! In Greendale, of all places!

It's my opinion that someone is determined

to spoil the children's efforts to be helpful.

ALL: That's dreadful! What a shame!

However, according to Lucy and Sarah,

there's one job that has not yet been spoiled.

Katy and Tom in the school playground.

Exactly! I therefore intend to wait in the playground

until this person arrives and catch him red-handed.

-I'll go with you, Arthur.

-Thank you, Ajay. Your support is appreciated.

-That's very brave.

-Good luck.

Good luck. Be careful, Ajay.

PC Selby, wait! There's something you should know!

-What is it, Meera?

-It's probably nothing, Mr Clifton.

But I found something on the station platform.

Hmm.

-More sheep wool.

-I found some, too, Mr Clifton. Look.

Hmm.

SARA: So...somebody found a tuft of wool in each place.

Our garden was trampled.

-It all points to one thing.

-Baaaa!

Nay, it might be sheep's wool, Pat, but it couldn't have been MY sheep.

-Are you sure?

-There's no way they can get out, even if the gate's open.

Look.

Ah, I see - a cattle grid.

-A what?

-It stops farm animals from wandering.

They won't cross the grid because their feet'd slip through the bars.

-Maybe they got out another way.

-Through a hole in a hedge or fence.

Not on MY farm, Julian. There's no way it could have been my sheep.

Are you sure about that, Alf?

Baaaaa!

Well, I never! Hey, where do you think you're going?!

< Come back here! Baaaa!

There. Nobody will be able to spot us in here.

Why would anyone want to go round undoing all the jobs we've done?

We intend to find out, Tom. Off you go. This is no place for children.

It's our school playground.

Sorry, Katy, but this is police business.

Right, then, Ajay, pass the binoculars.

Ajay?

-Ooh!

-Agh!

Right, let's get down to the village and round up those sheep!

-Can I have a look now, Arthur?

-SNORE!

-Arthur!

-SNO-O-ORE!

I think I'll close my eyes, as well. Just for a minute.

Baaaaa! >

-There's one, Dad!

-And another.

-Baaaaaa!

-Hello. What's going on?

-We've found the answer to our mystery, Sara.

Oh! Sheep?! Baaaa!

Yes. They trampled your flowers,

knocked over the litter bin and ate PC Selby's beans.

Now they're going back where they belong.

Come on, boys.

-Meow!

-This is the lot, Mr Thompson.

Let's get 'em in the trailer before they cause any more trouble. Come on.

Don't be too hard on them. I think they're sorry for what they did.

Shame they can't do something to make up for it.

Maybe they can, Charlie. What about all those dandelions on the green?

The sheep could eat them all up.

-And trim the grass while they're at it.

-Hey, that's a grand idea!

Come on, you lot - it's dinner time!

SNORING

BOTH SNORE

BEEP-BEEP! Huh? Eh? What?

CLATTERING Ajay!

-Wake up!

-Huh?

Someone's coming.

-Ajay!

-SNO-O-ORE!

-Hello, Arthur, Ajay.

-Oh...!

-Everything all right?

Don't worry, Arthur, I'll save you!

THEY TITTER

Agh!

Wha...what? Oh, yes. Er...

-We're just...

-Practising our moves for when our mystery visitor comes.

Well, you're in luck. He's here. Or should I say THEY'RE here?

BOTH: Sheep?!

Don't arrest them. They're going to make up for what they've done.

Yeah - by eating all the dandelions off the green.

Baaaaa!

Perhaps you should let them join the Saturday Club.

After all, they are being very helpful!

EVERYONE LAUGHS AND SHEEP BLEAT

# 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!