"Well that wasn't too painful was it?" Mr & Mrs Smith, along with a carefully concealed Paddington had just successfully negotiated 'check-in' and security.
"Lacta alea est, as they say in Rome." Added Mr Smith for effect.
"I think '
Nunc est bibendum' would be more appropriate" replied Paddington. Mr Smith was astonished, he had never heard him speaking Latin before.
"Well done," he complimented Paddington, "but don't you think three o'clock in the morning is a little early to be drinking?"
"Not if you have an aversion to flying." The bear replied. "I still feel mentally scared after last year's experience."
"I have some medication which might help." Chipped in Mrs Smith. "Would you like to try some of that as well?"
"As well?" Spluttered Mr Smith. "Drugs AND alcohol? This will give a whole new meaning to the 'Mile High Club'. Make sure that he doesn't start singing otherwise the next thing we'll know he'll be trying to throw the video screen out the window!"
As it happened the airline did not serve alcohol at seven in there morning and since Paddington had had so little sleep the night before he was curled up and fast asleep before the aircraft had even left the departure gate.
By the time they had got to Paris, Paddington was starting to suffer from Marmalade withdrawal symptoms. He needed sugar fast and the tempting tower of macaroons was now in serious jeopardy. Mrs Smith had found some pretty swanky Duty Free shops and having left Mr Smith to guard the bags, nobody was watching the bear!
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