Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Probably it's just... the altitude.
It can't be far, and whatever's happened to Hunter and Gina,
And you... You had me there!
- Mummy Bear, you! - (Grunting)
What... Beg your pardon, Reverend Mother, but this place...
but if we had it, we could buy a real house
This is the Amazon, not a shopping centre!
(Paddington) 'Dear Aunt Lucy.
but you'll have to take your sightseeing somewhere else.
What it is, is a perfectly innocent secret surveillance control centre.
- The nuns will show you your rooms. - Thank you.
Well, Aunt Lucy has made a note.
- What tattoo? - Oh, he's got a tattoo...
But you are my family.
'and I still feel very much at home.
I can't wait to see Aunt Lucy and try this out, of course.
Aunt Lucy! She can hear me!
'...Brown.'
Four 150 years now, Riskworth & Hazardsby has been assessing risk.
(Paddington grunting)
- This is a bit unchristian, isn't it? - Well, it would be...
You were never a Cabot.
Wait... Paddington!
They are the secret guardians of the El Dorado oranges.
Well, we already did, my dear.
(Gina) '...he promised he would keep away from the jungle and its ghosts.
Sorry, Mr Hunter!
Oh, yes.
'and is hardly ever in his room.
(♪ Opera playing on gramophone)
- (Footsteps) - Hello, there!
Fair enough.
- (Leaves rustling) - (Thud)
Mrs Brown... they are my tribe.
It's... my husband's got a bit of a thing about spiders and bugs.
The Reverend Mother said she was looking for something.
Oh?
They don't sound friendly.
'Now, he's put a lot of effort into doing as little as possible,
(Mr Brown) Yes, I'd like to report a missing bear, please.
Aunt Lucy?
'But life in London is still quite wonderful,
Oranges.
completely out of the blue.
Rumi Rock, huh?
(Creaking)
Because she has already found her way there.
(Aunt Lucy) They are your tribe.
Good morning, Paddington. Did you sleep well?
and I can only pray for your forgiveness!
(Thunder rumbling)
(Echoing roar)
You're free.
'As for the Browns, Jonathan has given up chillin',
...about us...
(Roaring)
- Sensational. - Awesome.
Yes! Abandon ship! Come on!
We'll find her, Paddington.
Nothing suspicious about it.
Well, perhaps a little...
They didn't mean now, Paddington.
- Paddington... - We have to try.
So, if they get lost...
(Hunter gasps)
- Good morning, gentlemen... and madam. - (Mr Brown keeps muttering)
She has no interest in gold.
Oh, Paddington.
(Gasps) Reverend Mother?
is that Cabotos don't share!
Mr Brown, if you feel you can't come... I shall go on my own.
- But she did! Look! It's the same! - It may very well look the same.
- Who are they, Aunt Lucy? - And why do they dress up like... trees?
It looks kind of like an evil lair.
Could this be... could it be El Dorado?
(Paddington) I'm OK. Nothing broken.
'I am writing to you with some very important news!'
and will do anything to get his gold.
What's that creaking noise?
I'm sorry.
Yes...?
but are you sure you know where we are?
- Thank you very much, Reverend Mother. - (Mrs Bird) I'll man basecamp.
This way.
Oh.
A trip to Peru!
Oh, I thought you were going to ask to stay here.
I must get you and Paddington to safety.
- ♪ Marching as to war - (Jonathan) Why's she singing?
She has to warn me.
Gina!
And it's for when people have forgotten their manners and the important things.
...you should know...
There are just expectations from my family.
Every time!
- Paddington belongs here. - With his clan.
It's all right... it's how it's meant to be.