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Paddington Bear	One day, Paddington found himself in a place that was most certainly not his bedroom at the house of the Browns, and wasn't quite daaaarkest Peru, either. There had been a cat there, who had been very pleasant, and a ferret, who had also been very pleasant, and a duck. The duck hadn't been pleasant at all, and Paddington had decided, after looking through the fridge and seeing that there was no marmalade to be found, to perhaps give the duck a bit of space, and perhaps if he came back with some nice marmalade, he'd be able to make peace with the cranky bird. And that was how Paddington had found his way to the streets of town, scratching at his head and quite lost indeed.
Curious George	Oh! Oh, LOOK! Everything was shiny! George had tumbled out of bed today and YAWNED an EXTRA-BIG YAWN. The Man in the Yellow Hat would say that George might need more sleep, with a yawn like that. But the Man in the Yellow Hat wasn't here. At first George was very sad. What if the Man in the Yellow Hat had gone away? But no. The Man in the Yellow Hat was good, and kind. He would be home soon. And until he came home, well ... George couldn't be blamed for going on an adventure. Especially not in a city so exciting! People of all kinds of sizes and shapes walked past. George wanted to get close to them, to pull on pant legs and wave excitedly, but he was a little scared that he might be stepped on.
Paddington Bear	Paddington couldn't help but notice that there was a monkey on the street who looked very nearly as lost as he was. Lost and, while bears were brave creatures and seldom ever found themselves frightened over little things like streets filled with tall people, monkeys could very well have been a different matter entirely. "Pardon me," said Paddington, "I don't suppose you're lost, are you?"
Curious George	George glanced up at -- a bear! Eeeek! George hopped back and hid behind the Man in the Yellow Hat's Yellow Hat. (See? He couldn't be running away forever and leaving George behind. He had left his favorite yellow hat for George. That meant George should cherish it and keep it close for him and maybe wear it because he liked how it slid down over his eyes. But not now. Now it was the very useful shield against possibly-scary bears.) George peeeeeeeeeered over the edge of the hat, nervously, but the bear did not appear to want to bite him. Did bears bite monkeys? The bears in the zoo had been much bigger. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded, sadly. He was lost. He couldn't find the Man in the Yellow Hat. He couldn't find Africa, or the zoo. Was the Maybe Not So Scary Bear lost, too?
Paddington Bear	"As a matter of fact," Paddington said, pulling off his own hat and fidgeting with the rim for a moment, "I'm afraid I am. I was trying to find a shop so that I could purchase some marmalade, but I'm afraid I haven't any idea where to look. And I don't know where the Browns have gotten to, either. It is quite peculiar."
Curious George	George frowned back at the bear, shaking his head and glancing at the ground despondently. It was sad, wasn't it? This morning, everyone was gone. Where could everyone have gotten to? He hoped nothing bad had happened. After a moment, he looked up again, his eyes brightening. He grabbed the bear's hand, then tugged, lightly, his eyes excited. Idea! Idea! Idea!
Paddington Bear	Paddington looked down at the little monkey, putting his hat back onto his head and tilting his head curiously. "Have you got an idea? Aunt Lucy always did tell me to listen to ideas that come from monkeys, if I got the chance. They always do have such interesting things to say." Or, rather, to ook.
Curious George	George decided to take this as praise, and beamed at the bear. He decided he liked the bear. Being here without the Man in the Yellow Hat was scary, but it was less scary now that he had a new friend. He tugged Paddington along to the nearest street corner, and began pointing at the various buildings. Stores! Those were stores, weren't they? They sold things! People walked in and left with packages. George didn't know which stores sold what packages. To be honest, George wasn't sure what marmalade was. But look! Stores!
Paddington Bear	"Why yes, that is a very good idea," Paddington decided, following along as George pointed out the stores. "I do believe that if we visit as many as we possibly can, one of them is bound to carry marmalade." And that was how Paddington Bear and Curious George became the best of friends.

(Preplayed with the wonderful

raspberryturk. Thanks to a shared name, George Lass is now Curious George, and is going to hate herself on Monday for being this wee and cute. Thanks to a shared VA, Reno of the Turks is now Paddington Bear, and is likewise going to hate himself on Monday for the whole wee and cute-ness. We have zero shame. COME JOIN THE CUTEFEST DAMMIT.)

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Not having enough money to buy chocolates was one thing; realizing that you had no idea how to get home was another thing entirely, and poor Charlie Bucket put thoughts of sweets out of his mind as he tried to figure out where he was. He was wandering the streets and was just about to deem the whole thing pointless when he saw a monkey and bear toddling down the street as well.

A monkey and a bear definitely caused pause, and Charlie tilted his head, wondering if this was a hallucination from not having anything to eat but cabbage for weeks.

Paddington paused as he noticed the young boy that was looking at them, and then decided that the proper thing to do would be to lift his hat in greeting.

"Good afternoon," he called. "I don't suppose you would know where we might find some marmalade?"

Paddington was nothing if not to the point.

Marmalade. Charlie held his stomach as it rumbled hungrily, but, really, the bear was now talking to him and tipping his hat, and that was enough to distract him from that at the moment. He grinned a little. Even if it was a hallucination, it would be poor manners to ignore the bear's politeness.

"Good afternoon," Charlie responded; he did not have a hat to lift, but he pretend to lift one all the same and offer a nod of his head. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I do. Maybe they'll have some at the sweets shoppe. I'm just coming back from there myself."

George's eyes lit up excitedly, and he began pointing. Where? Where? A sweets shoppe? Which one? Could the boy point to it?

Oh! Oh, a store full of sweets! He liked sweets very much, even if he ate until they gave him a sore belly. The Man in the Yellow Hat scolded him for that, but gently.

Sweets were almost as good as bananas. (Almost.)

And Charlie had to laugh happily at the excited little monkey. He nodded and pointed down the street to where he'd come from. "Right down there," he offered helpfully. "They've got the best candy there; it's a Wonka shop! No one makes chocolate like Willy Wonka does! And, if you're lucky, you might even find a Golden Ticket. There's still one more left!"

"A... a golden ticket?" Paddington had never heard of such a thing! He placed his hat back onto his head and gave the boy another curious look. "I beg your pardon, but just what is a golden ticket?"

This could only end in a chocolate-fuelled tummy ache.

A chocolate-fuelled tummy ache was still better than a cabbage-fuelled one.

Charlie's grin grew even wider. "You haven't heard?" he asked, fascinated that someone would have not heard, but, then again, these were hallucinations, probably. "Willy Wonka is finally letting people into his chocolate factory, and he put five Golden Tickets, just five!, into his candy bars and whoever finds one gets to be one of the five people to see the factory! Can you imagine? I'd love to find one."

"Oh my," said Paddington, "that is exciting!"

Paddington decided that he would like very much to see the inside of the chocolate factory. Chocolate was not marmalade, no. And he was pretty certain that he would not want to bite into a ticket along with his candy bar. But a tour! The things he would see!

"How many candy bars do you suppose one would need to buy, in order to find a ticket? I think I would like to be able to see a chocolate factory, too."

"That's just the thing!" said Charlie, easily, because this was clearly something he'd given a lot of thought to. "It might take a hundred. It might take a hundred hundreds, or even a hundred hundred hundreds, but at the same time, it might just take one."

"A hundred hundred hundreds! I don't think I can afford quite so much chocolate," Paddington lamented, looking down at his little monkey friend. "I suppose I shall have to find it in two, if I would like to see it."

There was a pause, and then he looked thoughtfully at the very nice boy who had been so kind as to point them toward the candy shoppe.

"Or three, if you would like one, as well."

It would cut into his money for marmalade, which was unfortunate. But Paddington was a bear who had been raised to share.

George clapped his hands excitedly. They should go now! They should look in all the candy bars, and just buy the ones that had the special tickets! And then they could all go to the factory and eat alllll the chocolate in the world and then fall asleep and dream of chocolate! And bananas! And marmalade!

It was possible that George hadn't considered yet that the storeowners wouldn't be too pleased with a monkey, a bear, and a broke young boy unwrapping all the chocolate bars, looking for the tickets. Details.

Oh, that was just too cute.

Rude stood on the corner and watched them closely. Not because it was adorable, just because he wanted to keep an eye on anything strange going on. Shut up.

A monkey in an oversized canary-yellow sombrero toddled over to the very big man in the dark suit. He tugged on the pant leg and tried to catch the man's eyes -- oh! Oh, he had shiny eye-things! Oh! Oh, could he see those? Please? Please? Please?

George clapped his hands excitedly.

Edited 2011-06-05 01:56 (UTC)

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