Postman Pat and the Fantastic Feast 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, salad, sausage casserole...

They all sound yummy.

I wonder which recipe Chef Olivier will cook.

Just fancy, a famous chef coming to Greendale.

-Mmmm...

-Meow.

Oh!

Ah! Oh, no.

Oops. You could learn a thing or two from Chef Olivier, Pat.

Sorry, love.

Oh, don't worry. Come on, I'll make you some breakfast.

Oh, dear, I don't have time.

I'd better be heading to the Post Office.

This'll do me.

-Cheerio, love.

-Bye, Pat.

Morning, Mum. Any breakfast?

SHE GIGGLES

Eh-yeuch!

There you go, Jess.

-HE CHUCKLES

-I think Sarah is right, Jess.

I think I should learn to cook.

Miaow-miaow.

-I'm a much better chef than you.

-You can't even cook.

-Can too.

-You can't.

-Can.

-Can't.

-Can.

-Can't.

-Can.

-Can't.

-That's enough, you two.

If you both want to be chefs why don't you give me a hand?

Gardening?

I'm picking fruit and vegetables to cook.

Oh, look. There's Alf.

Hello there, Alf. Ssshh!

You'll scare the fish away.

Oh, I see. I'm sorry, Alf. Have you caught much?

Nay, not a bite.

I'm trying to catch a fish for that Chef Olivier's cooking class.

Oh, eck, that were me last bit of bait.

Hang on, Alf. I might have something you could try.

Hey, hey, I'll give it a shot.

I'd best be going.

-Good luck, Alf.

-Aye, thanks Pat. Cheerio.

Well, I never...

-Hah, I picked more than you.

-No, you haven't. I'm much faster.

-Says who?

-Me. Race you...

Tom, Katie!

Catch, Mum!

Oooh!

Oh.

STOP!

Oh... Come on, you two.

I think you might be safer helping out in the kitchen.

Oh...

-Hello, Mrs Goggins.

-Oh, hello, Pat.

I didn't see you there.

You've got a lot of cherries to sell there.

Oh, they're not for the shop, Pat.

These are from my garden for Chef Olivier.

I'm so looking forward to his class.

Could you give me a wee hand to prepare?

I'd love to Mrs Goggins but I'm not very good at cooking.

Och, it's very easy, look...

Well... OK, I'll give it a go.

Oh!

-Meow!

-Ruff-ruff.

Oooh...

Oh, no!

Oh, dear. I am sorry, Mrs Goggins.

Och...it's OK, Pat.

Maybe you'd be best off delivering the post.

Yes, good idea.

BIRDS TWITTER

We put the fruit in there.

Then whizz it all up and have a lovely fruit drink.

-Can I press the button, Mum?

-No, me!

Not yet. First we have to... Oh!

..put the lid on...

WHIRRING

I wonder what's making that funny noise.

-Come on, Jess.

-Meow.

-CRASH!

-Hello, Ted.

Hello there, Pat. Come and take a look at my latest invention.

What do you think?

Er...um...well, it's great, Ted.

But what does it do?

It's a sausage-making machine.

All you have to do is pull this lever down...aargh...

-Here, Ted, I'll give you a hand.

-Aow...

-Aargh.

-Ahh...

Mia-oow!

-GROANING

-Aaargh.

There you go! Perfect sausages.

Wow!

Well done, Ted.

Miaow-miaow!

Oh, it was nothing.

Miaow-miaow-miaow!

It was simple, really.

Owwww...

-Owwwww...

-Jess!

-Oh, eck.

Quick, Pat. Let's get this stopped.

THEY GROAN

SNAP!

-Ohhhh!

-Meow.

-What am I going to do with all these sausages?

-Well...

-Jess could have them for his tea.

-Meow!

Here's your post. Bye, Ted.

Mmmmm...

-What can we do now, Mum?

-Watch!

Wow!

-Hi, everyone.

-Hello, Pat.

What do you think of our kitchen for Chef Olivier?

It looks great. Well done.

Thanks, Dad. Do you want to try it out?

Oh, no. I'm not very good at cooking.

It's easy, Pat. It's easy.

You see, you just have to understand the science behind it.

Now, take this egg for example. It's just a-a-an ordinary egg.

But if you u-u-use just the white bit,

you can add sugar and air and it turns into meringue! Like this.

Oh, that's really clever, Charlie.

And the mixture is ready when you can tip the bowl upside down

and it doesn't fall out! See!

BLURP! Meow!

-Oops!

-THEY GIGGLE

Oh, dear. If I don't hurry up,

I won't get finished in time to see Chef Olivier. Bye.

-Bye, Dad.

-Bye, Pat.

Em...it's not time for the cookery class yet.

-We know.

-We just want to make sure we've got good seats.

We're dying to get his autograph. Aren't we, Lucy?

Mmmmm...

-Mr Pringle, Mr Pringle!

-Yes, Sarah?

When's Chef Olivier going to be here?

Well, em... I'm sure he'll be arriving any minute now.

That was the last letter, Jess. Let's go.

Meow.

Oh...

-BEEP BEEP He's here!

-He's here.

-Can we have your autograph?

-We love you! Oh...

-Pat!

-Hello there, Sarah, Lucy.

Oh, no. Am I too late?

Have I missed the cookery class?

No, Pat. Chef Olivier hasn't even arrived yet.

Oh, dear.

PHONE RINGS

Yes, that's me...

SQUEAKY VOICE ON PHONE Oh, I see... Oh, dear.

I hope he's feeling better soon... Yes, I understand.

Thanks for letting us know.

Ahem-hem! I'm afraid it's bad news, everyone.

ALL: Aww!

Chef Olivier is sick and he'll not be able to make our demonstration.

What am I going to do with my sausages?

And my cherries.

And me fish.

Wait a minute, everyone.

Maybe we don't need Chef Olivier after all.

-Yes, we do.

-Not if we all work together.

Have you still got that recipe book, Sarah?

Yes. I brought it with me for Chef Olivier to sign.

Well, it looks like we've got plenty of ingredients.

So let's get cooking!

# Cooking

# Cooking

# A wonderful thing to do

# It's really very easy

# And very tasty too... #

# Why pick a packet

# From a supermarket shelf

# When you can choose ingredients

# And make something yourself? #

-Well done, Mr Thomson.

-Well done, Mum.

ALL GASP

APPLAUSE

# Why pick a packet

# From a supermarket shelf

# When you can choose ingredients

# And make something yourself? #

Just look at your finished food.

ALL: HOORAY!

We've decided that we don't want Chef Olivier's autograph.

We'd like your autograph instead.

Oh, well, I never. Ho, ho.

Thanks, Pat. You really saved the day.

Chef Olivier would be proud of you.

And so am I, love.

Looks like you won't be burning the toast any more, eh, Chef Pat?

Come on, everyone. Let's get stuck in.

-All this cooking is hungry work.

-CHEERING

# 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.