Postman Pat's Pied Piper 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. #

JULIAN PLAYS THE RECORDER BADLY

Ah... Oh!

Miaow!

D'you hear that, Mum? Jess is trying to join in.

Maybe I should ask Mr Pringle to let him be our marching band mascot.

Oh, what a nice thought, Julian.

Only with all that marching, it might be a bit tiring for him.

I suppose so.

-Shouldn't you be getting ready for school?

-OK, Mum.

Hey, look. I found my old penny whistle. I used to love this thing.

Oh, great(!)

-Let's play, Dad.

-Well, might be a bit rusty but here goes.

PIPES SCREECH UNTUNEFULLY

Miaow!

Now then, you two. Better get a move on.

Don't want Julian to be late for school.

And I'd better get going, too, or the post'll be late.

-Can we play again later, Dad?

-I can't wait.

I'll take this with me in case I get a chance to practise.

-Oh, is there room for the rest of the post, Pat?

-Yes, I'll get this in.

There.

Come on, Jess. Let's be on our way.

Here you are, Jess. Thanks, Mrs Goggins.

You're welcome. Bye, Pat.

Bye. See you later.

Would you like any help getting this into your workshop, Ted?

No, thanks, Pat. I'll be fine.

Hey! Give that back, Jess. It's not a toy.

I didn't know you played the penny whistle, Pat.

It's been a long time since I did. It's to keep Julian company

while he practises for the Greendale marching band.

-Give us a toot.

-Oh, I don't know.

-Go on. I love the penny whistle, I do.

HE PLAYS A JIG

-Eeh, that were great, Pat.

-Thanks, Ted. I'd better get going

or people'll be wondering what's happened to their post.

-Miaow!

-Mind out, Jess. I want to get this back in the van.

-Bye, Ted.

-Bye, Pat.

Oh, and thanks for the concert.

# Umptee-diddle-di-dee di-doh

# Dee... # Oooh!

Move over, Jess.

How can I get the letters for the cafe if you keep getting in the way?

Come and say hello to Nikhil, Jess.

BABY GURGLES

-Thanks, Nisha. Here you are.

-Thanks, pat.

-HE SNIFFS

-Mmm.

-Mmm.

Oh, Sara, they smell gorgeous.

Freshly baked this morning.

All right, Nik, you can have one with your milk.

-Wish I had time for one.

-I'll save one for later.

-Thanks, love.

Come on, Jess. We've got to get going.

Miaow!

I don't know what's got into you today.

Come on, Jess.

March, march, march! March, march, march!

March, march, march! Cymbals!

And turn! # They all ran up to the... #

Ow!

-Oh, dear.

-Mr Pringle! Mr Pringle, I was playing my bongos.

-You should have turned.

-Julian and Meera bumped into us.

You didn't get out of the way!

All right, everyone. Don't worry. Let's start again.

Here you are, Reverend.

Well, I never! What's happened here?

It looks to me as if someone has made a snack of my post.

'Ello, 'ello, 'ello. What's going on 'ere?

I'm not sure. It looks like someone's been eating the letters.

Tampering with the post is a criminal offence.

I'll launch an investigation.

Thanks, Arthur, but from the size of those teeth marks,

I'd say we're not looking for a master criminal.

Would you mind holding these, Reverend?

Ah, I gather the letters unto me.

Oh! It's empty!

-Empty, eh?

-Yeah.

-Miaow!

Apart from a black-and-white cat.

Come on, you, out you come.

I shall note that the mystery of the mangled letters remains unsolved.

-Do you want anything with that, Ajay?

-Mm, I'd love one of Sara's muffins.

PIPE MUSIC PLAYS

BABY GURGLES

BABY COOS

-What's got into Nikhil?

-What is it, little man?

BABY COOS

-Oh! He's probably tired.

-You look after Nikhil,

-I'll get Ajay's muffin.

-Thanks, Sara.

I'll read him some of this to calm him down.

The Pied Piper is his favourite book.

"Once upon a time, there was a piper who had a magic flute."

-There you are, Ajay.

-Thanks, Sara. That looks de...

What's that?

Oh, no! Someone's already taken a bite out of it!

How on earth did that happen?

How's the marching band coming along?

Well, still a bit shaky, I'm afraid. Maybe I'm asking too much,

expecting them to play and march at the same time, like.

-Ooh!

-Ow!

-That was my toe!

-Aw, not again.

-Mr Pringle! Mr Pringle!

-Julian bumped me.

-Him and Meera got it wrong again.

That's so unfair.

- You did! - Did not!

Suffer the little children, Mr Pringle,

and it will all come right in the end.

- You trod on my toes. - Shouldn't have such big feet!

And I can see they're really suffering so I'll leave you to it.

I thought they might be teeth marks but that's not very likely.

Can you think what else could have caused it?

Nay, Pat, it's a mystery.

HOOT!

Oh!

Would you look at that!

How on earth did that happen?

-CRASH!

-Jess, come here! >

Jess?

-Miaow!

-Oh, I can't believe you ate those muffins, you bad boy!

I don't think it was Jess, Sara. I think it was mice.

-Oh, dear. I am sorry, Jess.

-NISHA:

-Look, everyone.

I went to put this round Nikhil.

BABY GURGLES

I thought so! Field mice.

-Miaow!!

-Not so fast, Jess.

-Poor things, they must be lost.

I bet they're terrified.

At least we've solved the mystery. Now we need a way to get them home.

I think I might have an idea but I need a REALLY big box.

And I know just where to find one.

-Do you want to practise?

-Oh, it's no fun any more.

I know. It's so unfair. Everyone thinks we're no good.

They'd think it was hard too if they were at the front.

And when the mice eat the cheese, it pulls that rope,

so the net drops over them, which tugs the broom, which pulls this,

then this, which calls us by doing this.

SIREN WAILS

Who'd have thought it would be so complicated trying to catch mice?

At least this way we know they won't get hurt.

You've done a first class job, Ajay. Well done.

Let's go and have a cup of tea.

Mmm.

SIREN WAILS

-The mice!

-Let's go!

WAILING CONTINUES

-Oh my, oh my, oh my!

-What's going on, Dad?

WAILING STOPS

We were trying to catch some mice, Julian,

but we caught the Reverend Timms instead. Sorry, Reverend.

I'm sorry to cause such a fuss. I was just checking Ajay's trap

to make sure that the poor little creatures wouldn't get hurt.

Don't worry, Reverend. I'll have it set up again in no time.

-It's too late. Look!

-ALL: Oh!

Stand still, everyone. I'll see if I can catch them.

You dropped this, Mr Clifton.

Oh, thank you, Meera.

-I think he wants your whistle, Pat.

-No, he thinks Pat's the Pied Piper.

Who's that?

A man in a story who played a magic pipe to make all the rats leave town.

The Pied Piper. Hmm...I wonder.

HE PLAYS A FLOATY TUNE

It's working!

Ah!

# If you need to get home

# Just follow the music

# Back where you belong

# The music will take you there

# If you need to get home

# Just follow the music

# Back where you belong Music can take you there

# Bah bah bah bah bah

# Just follow the music

-# Doo doo doo doo doo

-Music can take you home. #

There, isn't that grand?

MICE SQUEAK

-We've seen them home safely.

-Well done, Dad.

You were a fantastic pied piper.

-And you two were brilliant!

-BOTH: Thanks!

You know, I think we've found the stars of our marching band.

ALL CHEER

Yes, this truly has been an evening of celebration

for all creatures great and small.

ALL LAUGH

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

# Is there a letter?

Miaow!

# Is there a parcel?

Miaow!

# Is there a postcard? #

Miaow!

# What's left, Jess the cat?

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

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