Postman Pat and the Stolen Strawberries 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. #

And there's this too for PC Selby.

-What a funny shape.

-Looks like a big lollipop!

So it does!

Come on, Jess. Bye, Mrs Goggins.

Bye, Pat.

There's PC Selby.

Morning, Arthur! I've got a parcel for you.

Marvellous.

I've been waiting for this.

Aren't you going to open it?

I'm just planning a surprise for Dr Gilbertson.

I don't want to say too much just yet.

Well, I look forward to seeing it.

You'll be sure to hear about it.

Dr Gilbertson loves the banjo.

Here's a tune she'll like.

HE PLAYS A TUNE

Oh, no! It's Dr Gilbertson! Can't let her see me before I'm ready.

Better find somewhere quieter to practise.

Morning, Dorothy.

Here's your post.

I say, those strawberries look good.

Thanks, Pat. Do you want one?

Ooh! Yes, please!

I've picked lots of them for Nisha to make strawberry tarts.

Could you take them to the cafe for me? They're just over here.

OH!

They've gone!

I wonder what's happened to them.

It's a mystery all right.

I know! I'll go and get PC Selby. He's good at solving mysteries.

HE PLAYS A TUNE

That's it. No, wait a minute.

Now a G...

Here! Where are you going?!

Come back!

I'll just put my new opening hours up on the village notice board.

Gotcha! Now, then, where was I?

HE PLAYS A TUNE

Oh! Someone's playing a banjo!

How lovely!

Oh, no! That's Dr Gilbertson's car!

Mustn't let her catch me before I'm ready.

-Hello, Arthur!

-Sorry, Pat, can't stop.

-Er, but, um...

-Oh, hello, Pat. I didn't know you could play.

-Erm, I'm sorry...

-I thought I heard someone playing a banjo.

Wasn't it you?

-No.

-Oh, how strange.

Ah, well. Got to drop these Healthy Eating posters off at the school.

-Bye, Pat.

-Bye, Dr Gilbertson!

We've got to catch up with PC Selby.

Dorothy will be wondering where we've got to.

LAUGHTER

Hello, you lot. Um, could you keep an eye on me strawberries?

I'm just going to pop down the lane and see if Pat's back yet.

Can we have some, Mum?

Of course you can, love.

Thanks, Mrs Thompson!

Just one or two, mind.

Come on! LAUGHTER

Oh, what can be keeping him?

Er, where are the strawberries?

Oh, no, Bill! I said you could have one or two, not all of them!

It wasn't us, Mum! Honest!

BIRDS TWEET

Maybe they've been taken by an intergalactic invisible alien

who needs strawberries to fuel his spaceship!

-You what?

-Like in Captain Zzapp and the Alien Star Fleet.

Don't be daft.

Don't worry, Mum. We'll help you pick some more, won't we?

-BOTH:

-Yeah!

HE PLAYS A TUNE

It's that lovely tune again.

Hello!

Oh! Dr Gilbertson? Oh, not again!

Hello! Anybody there?

Quick! Out the back way.

Oh! That's funny. There's no-one here.

There's his car.

-HE CHUCKLES

-What is he doing?

-Meow.

PC SELBY PANTS

-Arthur! Wait!

-TYRES SCREECH

Oh, Pat. Hello again. Um, did you just hear music?

Sorry, Dr Gilbertson, can't stop.

This is all very mysterious, I must say.

Finished!

Well done, children.

Where on earth can Pat and PC Selby be?

Maybe the intergalactic alien's taken them for a trip

on his spaceship!

Or maybe there's a strawberry thief about.

If there is, then PC Selby will catch him!

HE PANTS

Ah, perfect. No-one about for miles.

Now, where was I?

HE PLAYS A TUNE

At last! Come on, Jess.

Where is he?

And where's that music coming from?

Meow.

Oh. Hello, Pat! I was just erm... I was inspecting the platform.

Official duty like.

I didn't know you could play the banjo, Arthur.

-Oh...what banjo?

-Meow.

-Oh, you mean this banjo?

-Meow.

Er, it's meant to be a surprise for Dr Gilbertson.

I've been trying to practise.

Sorry to interrupt, but there's a bit of a mystery at Thompson Ground.

A mystery? Why didn't you say?

Solving mysteries is what an officer of the law does best.

Pat, there you are!

Oh, thank goodness you're here, Arthur.

It's the strawberries! They've been stolen!

-First things first.

-Meow.

-We need to look for clues.

Look over here! There's a claw print!

I told you, it's the alien's claw print.

ALL: Oh!

Alien, eh? I wonder...

-Who's got claws around here?

-Meow. Reow...

Meow. Reow.

Meow!

-PAT CHUCKLES

-I don't think it's Jess, Arthur.

Breeow. Meow.

Maybe we'd better make a list of suspects.

BIRDS TWEET

Just listen to those birds. They've been singing all day.

-Meow. Ree-oo-ow.

-Jess, come back!

Stop, Jess!

Oh, no!

-Looks like we've caught our thief, after all!

-Meow.

Not sure that I've got any paw-cuffs.

But it can't be Jess.

-Reeow!

-Jess...where are you going?

He's escaping.

-Ree-oo-ow. Ree-oo-ow.

-BIRDS TWEET

Here, what's that bird got in its beak?

BIRD TWEETS

And that one. Look!

BIRD TWEETS

Strawberry stalks.

BIRDS TWEET

-I owe you an apology, Jess.

-Meow.

-Here are your thieves, Dorothy.

What...? The birds?

-HE CHUCKLES

-I told you it wasn't aliens.

Oh, well done, Arthur.

But how will I keep them away long enough

to get strawberries for Nisha?

I wonder if some banjo playing would keep them away?

HE PLAYS A TUNE

BIRD TWEETS

BIRDS TWEET

Your banjo playing is lovely, Arthur.

When are you going to play for Dr Gilbertson?

Er...well, I'm not sure.

Well, why don't we invite her to a strawberry tea party?

You can do your surprise here.

That's a good idea.

It's a shame the birds can't have any more strawberries, though.

-Maybe we ought to help them.

-BIRD TWEETS

Hello, Nisha. Here are the strawberries for your tarts.

Oh, thank you, Pat. I was wondering what had happened to them.

-Er...Nisha?

-Yes.

PC Selby is planning a surprise tea party for Dr Gilbertson

up at Thompson Ground.

We couldn't have one of your strawberry tarts, could we?

Of course you can, Pat.

I'll bring one up as soon as I finish baking them.

That'd be grand.

Now, I've just got to find Dr Gilbertson and invite her.

HE STRUMS THE BANJO

I hope this works.

Oh, hello, Pat. I was just going to put my feet up

and have a nice cup of tea after my rounds.

Why don't you come to Thompson Ground?

Dorothy's making strawberries and cream.

Oh! That sounds lovely.

PC SELBY STRUMS THE BANJO

They're coming!

-Oh, dear.

-You'll be fine, Arthur.

HE PLAYS A TUNE

Hello, everyone.

Oh, it's that tune again!

My favourite tune on my favourite instrument.

-Oh, Arthur, what a lovely surprise.

-PAT CHUCKLES

-Ah...

-SHE KISSES HIM

And thank you for finding the strawberry thieves, as well.

Oh, well, it was...it was nothing.

How will you keep them out of the patch once PC Selby has gone?

Ha, ha, that's easy! We've made them their own bird table.

BIRDS TWEET

That way, they won't need to go in the strawberry patch.

Oh, this is a lovely tea party.

-Thanks, Pat.

-You're welcome, Arthur.

- Now, let's hear that song again. - Yeah!

HE PLAYS A TUNE

HE STOPS PLAYING

THEY ALL CLAP

SHE KISSES HIM

LAUGHTER

# 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...#