Mr Bean in Town By Richard Curtis
It was Mr. Bean’s birthday, and he wanted to enjoy it! What could he do?
‘How can I make this important day a happy day?’ he thought. ‘I know. I’ll go out to a restaurant for dinner this evening! I’ll enjoy that. ‘
Mr. Bean didn’t often eat in restaurants. They were sometimes very expensive. And he sometimes did things wrong when he was in a new or strange place.
Oh dear! Life wasn’t easy for Mr. Bean!
That evening, Mr. Bean put on a clean shirt. He put on his best coat and trousers. He put on his best shoes. Then he drove to a restaurant in the centre of town.
He arrived at eight o’clock and went inside. It was a very nice restaurant. Everybody was wearing their best clothes, and there were flowers on every table.
‘I’m going to like it here, ‘ thought Mr. Bean. ‘This is a good restaurant for my birthday dinner. ‘
The manager met him at the door.
‘Good evening, sir, ‘ he said. ‘How are you? Would you like a table for one?’
‘Yes, please, ‘ said Mr. Bean.
‘Follow me, sir, ‘ said the manager.
He walked across the room to a table, and Mr. Bean went after him.
‘Here you are, sir, ‘ said the manager. ‘This is a nice table. ‘
He pulled the chair away from the table. Then he waited for Mr. Bean to sit down. Mr. Bean looked at him.
‘Why is he taking my chair away?’ thought Mr. Bean. ‘What’s he doing?’
And he pulled the chair away from the manager and sat down quickly.
When the manager went away, Mr. Bean sat quietly for a minute. Then he remembered something. He took a birthday card and an envelope out of his jacket. Next, he took out a pen and wrote ‘Happy Birthday, Bean’ inside the card. Then he put the card into the envelope and wrote his name on the outside of it. He put it on the table, and put his pen back into his jacket.
After a minute or two, Mr. Bean pretended to see the card for the first time.
‘Oh! A card – for me?’ he said.
He opened the envelope and took out the card. He read it carefully.
‘Now that’s nice!’ he said. ‘Somebody remembered my birthday!’
And he stood the card on his table.
The manager arrived with the menu and gave it to Mr. Bean. Mr. Bean started to read it.
‘Oh, dear!’ he thought. ‘Everything’s very expensive! What can I have?’
Mr. Bean got out his money. He had a ten-pound note and some coins. He put the money on to a plate.
‘How much have I got?’ he said, and he moved the money round on the plate. ‘Ten, eleven… And forty, fifty, fifty-five! Eleven pounds and fifty-five pence. ‘
He looked at the menu again. What could he eat for eleven pounds fifty-five?
The manager came to his table.
‘Are you ready, sir?’ he asked.
‘Yes, ‘ said Mr. Bean. He put his finger on the menu. ‘I’ll have that, please. ‘
The manager looked at the menu. ‘The steak tartare, sir. Yes, of course. ‘
‘Yes, ‘ said Mr. Bean. ‘Steak. ‘
The manager took the menu and went away.
Mr. Bean sat and looked round the restaurant. There were a lot of people in the room. There was a man and a woman at the next table. They ate and talked.
Suddenly, a waiter arrived at Mr. Bean’s table with a bottle of wine.
‘Would you like to try the wine, sir?’ he said.
‘Oh, yes please, ‘ said Mr. Bean.
The waiter put some wine in Mr. Bean’s glass and Mr. Bean had a drink. It was very nice! He smiled, and the waiter tried to put more wine into the glass.
Of course, the waiter was right. First, the customer tries his wine. When he is happy with it, the waiter gives him more wine. But Mr. Bean didn’t know this, and he quickly put his hand across the glass.
‘No, thank you, ‘ he said. ‘I don’t drink wine when I’m driving.’ The waiter looked at him strangely – and walked away. He didn’t say, ‘Why did you try the wine when you didn’t want it, you stupid man!’
Mr. Bean took the knife from the table and started to play with it. He pretended to be a bad man. He pretended to push the knife into somebody. But he didn’t really want to kill anybody, of course. It was a game.
The woman at the next table looked at him angrily, and Mr. Bean quickly moved the knife. Next, he hit the glasses and plate on his table with it. Ping, ping, ping they went! And after a minute, he played the song ‘Happy Birthday’ on the glasses. He smiled and thought, ‘I’m very clever!’
But the woman at the next table didn’t think, ‘That’s clever!’ or ‘Oh yes, that’s funny!’ She thought, ‘That man’s really stupid!’ And she looked hard at Mr. Bean.
Mr. Bean put the knife down and looked at his napkin.
‘It’s a very nice napkin, ‘ he thought.
The waiter saw Mr. Bean looking at his napkin. He didn’t say anything, but suddenly – flick! – he opened it for Mr. Bean.
‘That’s clever, ‘ thought Mr. Bean. ‘I’ll try that!’
And he began to move his napkin. Flick! Flick! Flick!
Suddenly, the napkin flew out of his hand. It flew across on to the next table. The woman at the table looked round again. But Mr. Bean pretended not to see her. His face said, ‘It’s not my napkin!’
A minute later, the waiter arrived with his food. There was a large cover on the plate and Mr. Bean couldn’t see the food. But he gave the waiter the money on the table.
Customers don’t usually give a waiter money when he arrives with the food. But the waiter didn’t say anything. He took the money and put it in his jacket. Mr. Bean was happy. ‘I’m doing everything right, ‘ he thought. The waiter took the cover off the plate and walked away. Mr. Bean looked at the food in front of him. He put his nose near the meat and smelled it. Then he put his ear next to it.
‘What’s this?’ he thought.
He put some of the meat into his mouth.
Suddenly, the manager arrived at his table.
‘Is everything all right, sir?’ he asked. ‘Are you happy with everything?’
‘Mmmmm, ‘ said Mr. Bean. He smiled.
The manager smiled, too. He walked away – and Mr. Bean’s face changed. There was no smile now. ‘Aaagh!’ he thought. ‘They didn’t cook this meat!’
But he had to eat it. ‘I don’t want people to think that I’m stupid,’ he thought. ‘But I’ll never ask for steak tartare again! Never!’ He pushed his plate away. But then the waiter went past his table. ‘Is everything all right, sir?’ he asked.
‘Oh, yes,’ said Mr. Bean. He smiled. ‘Yes, everything’s very nice, thank you.’ He smiled and pretended to eat some meat. But the waiter went away before Mr. Bean put it into his mouth.
‘What can I do with it?’ he thought. ‘I can’t eat this. Where can I hide it?’ Then he had an idea. Carefully, he put the meat into the mustard pot and put the cover on it.
‘Where can I put some now?’ he thought. ‘I can’t eat it, so I’ve got to hide all of it. Oh, yes, the flowers!’
He took the flowers out of the vase. But then the manager went past, so Mr. Bean pretended to smell the flowers. ‘Mmm, very nice!’ he said. The manager smiled and walked away.
Quickly, Mr. Bean put some meat into the vase and pushed the flowers in on top of it.
He looked round the table.
‘Where next?’ he thought. ‘Yes! The bread!’
He took his knife and cut the bread roll. Then he quickly ate the middle of it. Now he could push some meat inside the roll. He did this, then he put the roll down.
He looked at the meat on his plate. ‘There’s a lot of it, ‘ he thought. ‘Where can I hide it now?’
He looked at the small plate on the table. Perhaps he could hide some meat under the plate. He looked round.
‘Nobody’s watching me, ‘ he thought.
So he took more meat from the big plate in front of him, and put it under the small plate. Then he pushed down hard with his hand.
The waiter walked past his table again. Mr. Bean smiled at him and put his arm on the plate. After the waiter went away, he pushed down on the small plate again.
‘That’s better, ‘ he thought. ‘Now you can’t see the meat. Good. But there’s more meat. Where can I hide it?’
He looked round the table.
‘The sugar pot!’ he thought. ‘But it’s got sugar in it. What can I do?’
He thought quickly, then he put some sugar into a wine glass. Next, he put some of the meat into the sugar pot. Then he put the sugar from the wine glass on top of it.
‘Good!’ he thought. ‘Nobody can see it in there. ‘
Suddenly, Mr. Bean could hear music.
‘Where’s that coming from?’ he thought.
He looked round – and saw a man with a violin. After a minute or two, the man came across to Mr. Bean’s table and played for him.
Mr. Bean smiled. ‘This is nice, ‘ he thought.
Then the man saw Mr. Bean’s birthday card, and the music changed. The man started to play ‘Happy Birthday’!
The people at the other tables looked round when they heard the song. ‘Who’s having a birthday?’ they thought. Then they saw Mr. Bean and smiled at him. Mr. Bean smiled back at them.
He pretended to eat some of the meat, but he didn’t put it into his mouth. The man with the violin walked round Mr. Bean’s table and watched him. He played his violin and waited for Mr. Bean to eat the meat. And he waited… and waited… and waited…
‘I’ll have to eat some,’ thought Mr. Bean. ‘He’ll only go away when I eat it. ‘
So he put the meat into his mouth.
And the man with the violin turned away to the next table.
The meat was in Mr. Bean’s mouth, but he didn’t want to eat it. He wanted to put it somewhere. But where? He looked at the man with the violin. He moved quickly. He pulled open the back of the man’s trousers and opened his mouth. The meat fell inside the trousers!
He smiled. ‘That was clever, ‘ he thought.
The man with the violin moved round the next table. He played a song to the man and the woman. The music was very beautiful. They listened and drank their wine. They watched the man with the violin, so their eyes weren’t on Mr. Bean. Nobody’s eyes were on Mr. Bean. He saw this, and he had an idea.
Mr. Bean quickly took the woman’s bag from the floor. He opened it and pushed some meat inside it. Then he put the bag on the floor again.
But when he did this, he accidentally put his foot out.
The waiter walked past with some plates of food – and he fell over Mr. Bean’s foot! The plates fell on to Mr. Bean’s table, and on to the floor. There was a loud CRASH!, and the people at the other tables looked up quickly.
‘What happened?’ they said. Then they saw the waiter on the floor. ‘Oh, dear!’ they said.
Now Mr. Bean had another idea. Here was the answer to his problem!
He moved very quickly. He pushed the meat from his plate on to the table with the other food. Then he pretended to be very angry.
‘Look, you stupid man!’ he said to the waiter. ‘Oh, look at this!’
The waiter got up from the floor.
‘I’m sorry, sir, ‘ he said. ‘I’m really very sorry. ‘
The manager arrived at the table.
‘I’m very sorry, too, sir, ‘ he said. ‘Oh, the food-!’
‘Yes, it’s everywhere!’ said Mr. Bean. ‘Look! It’s in the mustard pot. It’s in the bread roll. It’s in the vase of flowers.’ He took the woman’s bag from the floor. ‘And it’s in here!’ He pulled open the back of the violin player’s trousers. ‘And here!’
The waiter couldn’t understand it.
‘Go back to the kitchen, ‘ the manager told him, and the waiter went away. Then the manager turned to Mr. Bean. ‘Please, sir, ‘ he said. ‘Come with me.’
‘What?’ said Mr. Bean. ‘Oh, yes, all right.’
The manager took Mr. Bean to a clean table. ‘Sit here, sir, ‘ he said. Mr. Bean sat down.
‘Thank you, ‘ he said.
The manager opened Mr. Bean’s napkin. Then he got the birthday card from the other table. He put it on Mr. Bean’s clean table. ‘Thank you,’ said Mr. Bean.
The man with the violin came across and played ‘Happy Birthday’ to him again. Mr. Bean smiled. Now everything was all right.
‘Now I can start again, ‘ he thought. ‘And this time I’ll do everything right.’ The waiter arrived at Mr. Bean’s table. He put a plate in front of Mr. Bean. The manager smiled and took off the cover. Mr. Bean looked down. And he stopped smiling.
There, in front of him, was a very large plate – of steak tartare!
A lot of Mr. Bean’s clothes were dirty.
‘I’ll go to the launderette this morning, ‘ he thought. ‘I’ll take the car. ‘
He put his dirty clothes into a very large black bag, and took the bag out to his car. He put it inside. Then he got in and drove to the launderette.
The launderette wasn’t very busy that morning. Before Mr. Bean arrived, there were only two women there. The younger woman was with the launderette manager.
‘I’ve got to wash a lot of clothes, ‘ the young woman said to the manager. ‘I’ll want a big washing machine.’
‘This is one of our bigger machines,’ said the manager. ‘Use this. ‘
At that minute, Mr. Bean arrived. He had the black bag on his back, and he couldn’t get it through the launderette door.
‘Oh!’ he said.
He pulled and he pushed. He pushed and he pulled. In the end, he got the bag inside. He took it across to one of the washing machines.
‘Money,’ he thought. ‘I want two one-pound coins for the washing machine. ‘
He took two one-pound coins out of his jacket and put them on the top of the machine.
But then Mr. Bean saw a note above the washing machine: Machines now cost 3 pounds.
‘Oh, no!’ thought Mr. Bean. ‘Have I got another one-pound coin?’
He looked in his jacket and his trousers, but he could only find a five-pence coin. He put this on top of the washing machine.
Then Mr. Bean remembered something. He did have another one-pound coin, but…
He looked round.
The young woman was next to the big washing machine.
Mr. Bean saw her putting some clothes into it. The launderette manager was busy in his little office.
‘Nobody’s watching me, ‘ thought Mr. Bean. ‘Good. ‘
He opened the front of his trousers. Then he started to pull out some string.
The young woman turned suddenly and saw Mr. Bean pulling the string out of his trousers.
‘What is that man doing?’ she thought.
Mr. Bean saw her looking and turned away quickly.
But now the older woman looked at him. Her eyes opened wide. ‘That’s a strange man, ‘ the woman thought. ‘He’s got string inside his trousers!’
On the end of the string was some paper, and inside the paper was a one-pound coin. Mr. Bean smiled. He took the coin out of the paper and put it on the top of the washing machine. Then he put the five-pence coin back into his jacket.
Next, he opened the washing machine.
A man came into the launderette with a bag of dirty clothes under his arm. He was young and strong. When he saw Mr. Bean, he smiled. But it wasn’t a nice smile. He didn’t say ‘Hello’ or ‘Good morning’. He pushed Mr. Bean away from the washing machine.
‘What-!’ began Mr. Bean.
Then the young man pushed Mr. Bean’s one-pound coins on to the next machine.
Mr. Bean was angry. He turned round to speak angrily – but then he saw the young man taking a white karate suit out of his bag.
‘A karate suit!’ thought Mr. Bean. ‘So he can fight. Perhaps I won’t say anything. ‘
The young man pushed his white karate suit into the washing machine. Then he put some money into the machine and sat down on a chair. He took a magazine out of his bag and began to read.
Mr. Bean started to put his clothes into his washing machine. There were some pairs of underpants.
‘Monday,’ he said, and he put one pair into the machine. ‘Tuesday’ He put the next pair into the machine. ‘Thursday. Friday. Saturday.’ Three pairs went into the machine.
Mr. Bean stopped.
‘Wednesday!’ he thought. ‘Where are Wednesday’s underpants? Oh, it’s Wednesday today, and I’m wearing them!’
What could he do? He had to wash them, so he had to take them off. He looked round.
‘Where can I go?’ he thought.
There was a partition near the washing machines.
‘I’ll go behind that, ‘ he thought.
He started to walk to the partition, but the young man put his legs across the floor. He wanted to make Mr. Bean angry. But Mr. Bean remembered the karate suit. The man could fight! He walked round the young man’s legs and said nothing.
He went behind the partition and carefully took off his brown trousers.
The young woman put some of her clothes into one of the very big washing machines. The other clothes were on the top of a smaller machine near the partition.
She didn’t watch her clothes very carefully. She didn’t see Mr. Bean put a hand round the partition. And she didn’t see him put his brown trousers down with her clothes.
Mr. Bean took off his underpants – Wednesday’s underpants. Then he put his hand round the partition. He took something – but it wasn’t his brown trousers.
It was a long brown skirt.
Mr. Bean put on the skirt and came out from behind the partition. He walked back to his washing machine.
The young woman took the brown trousers from the top of the smaller washing machine. She didn’t look at them. She put them into the big machine. Next, she shut the door of the machine and took a magazine. Then she sat down on a chair near the dryers and started to read. She had her back to Mr. Bean, so she didn’t see him wearing her skirt.
Mr. Bean put his Wednesday underpants into his washing machine. Then he closed the door and put in his three one-pound coins.
He sat down on a chair – and saw the skirt!
‘Oh, no!’ he thought. ‘What’s this? A skirt? Where are my trousers?’
The young man walked past and Mr. Bean tried to hide the skirt with his hands.
‘I don’t want him to see me in this skirt,’ he thought. ‘What will he think?’
The young man went across to a machine on the wall and bought a cup of conditioner.
Mr. Bean got up and went back to the partition. He looked at the washing machine next to it and remembered the young woman’s clothes.
‘She put my trousers in the big washing machine with her things!’ he thought.
He went across to the big washing machine and tried to open it. But he couldn’t do it.
‘I’ll have to wait, ‘ he thought, and he walked back to his chair.
The young man put his cup of conditioner on the top of his washing machine. Then he looked at Mr. Bean – and saw the skirt. He started to laugh.
Mr. Bean looked away quickly. He got his black bag – and a pair of underpants fell out of it.
‘Oh! Sunday’s underpants!’ he said.
He tried to stop his washing machine and open the door. But the machine didn’t stop.
‘What can I do?’ he thought. He looked down at the skirt. ‘I know! I’ll wear Sunday’s underpants under this skirt! That’s a good idea. ‘
He looked round, then went across to the conditioner machine, away from the other people. Carefully, he started to put on Sunday’s underpants. He put his feet into them and – suddenly, he couldn’t pull them up. He couldn’t move them. There was a strange foot on them!
It was the young man’s foot.
Mr. Bean turned round and saw the young man laughing at him. Mr. Bean wanted to shout, ‘Go away, you stupid man!’ but he was too afraid.
After a minute, the young man laughed again and went back to his chair.
Mr. Bean quickly pulled up Sunday’s underpants. He was angry.
‘I don’t like people laughing at me,’ he thought, and he looked at the young man. ‘What can I do to him? I can’t fight him. He’s too strong. ‘
Then he had an idea.
There was a coffee machine next to the machine for conditioner. Mr. Bean went across to it and got a cup of black coffee. He smiled and walked back to his washing machine with the coffee.
The young man’s eyes were on his magazine. He didn’t look at Mr. Bean or the washing machine.
‘Now!’ thought Mr. Bean
And he quickly changed the young man’s cup of conditioner for his cup of black coffee. Then he carried the cup of conditioner to his chair and sat down.
He smiled. ‘That will teach him a lesson,’ he thought.
After a minute, the young man stood up and went to his machine. He had to put the conditioner into it now. He stood next to the machine and laughed at Mr. Bean’s skirt. So he didn’t look at the cup when he put the ‘conditioner’ into the top of his washing machine.
But, of course, it wasn’t conditioner. It was black coffee.
Mr. Bean tried not to laugh.
The young man sat down in his chair again and looked across at his washing machine. There was a window in the door, and the young man could see his white karate suit going round and round in the water. But the suit wasn’t white now. It was brown!
‘What-!?’ he shouted.
He jumped up. He ran across to the cup and looked inside it. Then he put it to his nose and smelled it.
‘Coffee!’ he shouted. Then he looked across at Mr. Bean. ‘Did you… ?’
Mr. Bean didn’t answer, but his face said, ‘Who, me?’ He pretended to drink his cup of ‘coffee’. But it wasn’t coffee, it was conditioner.
The young man went to find the launderette manager. Mr. Bean stopped drinking and said, ‘Aaaagh!’
The young man showed the brown karate suit to the launderette manager. ‘What’s wrong, sir?’ said the manager.
‘This karate suit was white when I came in here, ‘ said the young man. ‘Now look at it!’
‘What did you do to it?’ said the manager.
‘Me? I didn’t do anything to it,’ said the young man, angrily. He pulled the manager across to his washing machine. ‘This is your machine. Is that right?’
‘Y-yes, ‘ said the manager. The young man showed him the karate suit again.
‘This cost me two hundred pounds!’ he said. ‘What are you going to do about it?’
‘Er – will you come to my office please, sir?’ said the manager. ‘We can talk about it there. ‘
Mr. Bean sat opposite a large dryer. His underpants and other things were in the machine. They were clean now, and nearly dry. Mr. Bean waited.
After a minute, the dryer stopped. He got up and opened the door. Then he started to take out his clothes.
A minute or two later, the young woman came to the next dryer and started to take out her clothes. They were dry, too.
‘Perhaps my trousers are in there!’ thought Mr. Bean. The young woman took some clothes out of the machine and put them into a bag. Then she went back to the big washing machine for her other clothes.
Mr. Bean moved quickly. He started to look through her clothes for his trousers, but he couldn’t find them.
‘Where are they?’ he thought. ‘They’re here somewhere. Wait a minute! Perhaps she left them in the dryer.’
So he looked inside it. First, he put his head into the machine. ‘I can’t see anything,’ he thought. ‘It’s too dark.’ Next, he climbed into the machine.
The young woman was busy at the big washing machine. She didn’t see Mr. Bean climb into the dryer. Then she took something out of the big washing machine. Her eyes opened wide.
‘What’s this?’ she thought. ‘A pair of trousers. I haven’t got any brown trousers.’
She threw them on to one of the other washing machines, then she took her clothes across to the dryer.
Mr. Bean was inside the dryer. ‘Where are my trousers?’ he thought.
Suddenly, the woman’s washing began to fly into the machine – a skirt, a dress and some shirts.
‘What-?’ began Mr. Bean.
Then the dryer door shut with a BANG!
‘Oh, no!’ thought Mr. Bean. He turned and climbed back to the door. ‘Help!’ he shouted through the window in the door. ‘There’s somebody in here!’
But the woman couldn’t hear him. She took a pound coin and put it into the dryer.
Mr. Bean hit the window in the dryer door. Bang! Bang! But nobody heard him.
‘I can’t get out!’ he shouted.
Suddenly, it was very hot inside the dryer. There was a noise – and the machine started!
The clothes began to go round and round!
And Mr. Bean began to go round and round… and round… and round…
Hope you have enjoyed the reading!