I have read the book, actually, there were at least 25 copies of it under the bed at the Air BnB I stayed at at Christmas. You seem to think the normal rules apply to Paddington and his protection, sorry to disappoint you, but VIBs (very important bears), especially ones with diplomatic credentials like Paddington are allowed to be surrounded with armed polar bears and, even more fearsome, machete wielding raccoons, who are known for their jam sandwich eater kill count. What’s unfair is that Paddington is forced to sell his marmelade secrets to the Peruvian government to pay for the cost of this, when the UK taxpayer should be footing the bill.
He’s been forced into an eleventy billion dollar deal with NitFlix, the online streaming channel for jungle animals; where, in an artfully filmed docuseries, he will show himself being mercilessly pursued by parrotazzi, having a tense conversation with Prince William about the whereabouts of Diana’s Jams and Other Preserves cook book, and crying in despair into an empty marmalade jar. If only the queen had allowed him half marmalade, half marmite, none of this would be happening.
I’m not sure about him playing strip poker with angry frothing beavers. I’ve googled and I can’t find anything
You’re talking about that trip to Las Vegas, where he was totally ambushed in the buff when his duffel coat was at the dry cleaners. Once again, Paddington is the victim here. All he had was his hat as a stake, and the beavers took a few au naturale photos as collateral. He paid them all back in jars of marmalade within 24 hours, but the duplicitous Madame beaver had already sold the photos to a pro monarchist Australian possum from The Sun bearing a grudge. Paddington can’t win, the establishment and pro royal media is out to get him.