MRS POTTS: Ooohooo! Mr Lock! This is my sister's son, Peter. He needs your help.
LOCK: Hello, Peter. Well, I don't ...
KEY: No problem, Peter. What's the matter?
PETER: Well, there's a picnic thief in Baker's Park.
LOCK: Bah! A picnic thief ...
KEY: Let's go and see!
PETER: Right here, next to the lake. Every time I play with my friends somebody takes our picnic.
LOCK: Go and play, Peter. Put your food on the blanket. It's safe with us.
LOCK: Excuse me, sir! What can you tell me about the picnic thief?
KEY: Yeah, where were you at this time yesterday?
MAN: Oooh! I was at a picnic. Here in the park.
LOCK: Aha! So, you like picnics.
KEY: Lock! I've got the picnic thief … or, er, it's got me! Help!
KEY: It's OK, Peter. I've got your picnic.
PETER: Oh, er, thank you, Mr Key.