Once upon a time, on a beautiful country day,
the birds weren't singing, the fish weren't jumping,
and there was not a hopping rabbit to be found,
for everyone was gathered to celebrate two very special people
at what can only be described as a storybook wedding.
I promised myself I wouldn't cry.
Well, that was dumb.
We are gathered here today to join Bea and Thomas in holy matrimony.
You're taking this so well.
He's a good man. Makes her happy.
And also a special day for their family, the beloved rabbits.
Your former enemy is here to stay.
We found common ground.
He's about to be our guardian.
Nah, this is just a little something between them.
The old you would have gone bonkersberserk by now.
I've changed, cousin. ...welcoming a new parent.
A loaded hand grenade, just waiting to explode.
Not anymore. A father, if you will.
You're not my father!
You'll never be my father!
And everyone can see your underpants!
Peter, the ring. Wha...?
Where'd I put...? Did I...?
Was it...? No, was it...?
Hang on. I had it in the...
It's always in the last place you look.
You only have two pockets.
You may now kiss the groom.
Bye. We'll miss you.
So Bea and Mr. McGregor were married,
and off they went on their honeymoon.
Things couldn't have been more peaceful in Windermere
until, sometime later...
You just take this out.
Now you try.
Dad, it's Peter Rabbit from the book.
I hate that I'm the face of this.
But every story can only have one good guy, so...
Peter doesn't have a dad.
He got put in a pie. That's why he's so naughty.
There's Flopsy, Mopsy and CottonTail.
I'm Flopsy. And I'm Mopsy.
And I'm the hero. But I'm not naughty.
Did this kid even read the book? Did you read the book?
I am so busy.
I'm saving it for summer.
Are you the author?
I'm still getting used to people calling me that.
It's really the rabbits' story. I just wrote it down.
This is my husband. He's our publisher.
I wouldn't say "publisher."
I just do the typesetting,
turned our dining room into a printing workshop,
created the artisanal lithography with a fivecolour palette for the illustrations,
apart from the ones of the garden,
which call for more green. I like... Don't reveal all your secrets, darling.
It's wonderful. You paint the rabbits with such love.
Well, it comes naturally. It's our family.
Thanks for your contribution. It goes directly to preserving their land.
Afternoon! Congratulations, you two.
Thanks, Moira. Oh, the mail.
Choose to see who gets it.
Chest. Toe. Chest.
How does he always win?
Because he invented the game.
Peter? Is that you? Johnny?
What are you doing out of London?
We're just up here doing some cheese tasting.
Heard about the wedding. Any babies yet? It's only been a month.
The wife and I have had 15 kids in that time.
This is the first day away from them, and, oh, the peace and quiet.
I'd be lying to you if I said we didn't miss them terribly
and they're all we talk about.
But there's no babies. We're their family.
Until you're not.
Congratulations on the book, by the way.
My kids absolutely loved it.
Oh, it's not about me.
It's just great that kids get to read about positive role models like me.
Oh, dear. My cheese.
Well, good luck.
I'm sure it was just an accident.
It's not an accident.
It's what he does.
He never behaves.
He loves you. Don't listen to him.
He doesn't listen to me. That's the problem.
Not in front of him, okay?
He can't understand me. Can he?
No, but still, just...
So, if he can't understand me,
then why can't I say whatever it is that I want to say?
Say something nice. Apologise. Say something nice to him. Now! Go! Say it!
I'm terribly sorry. Out loud!
I'm sorry, Peter. I love you, in the way that an adult human loves a...
An animal rabbit. Thank you.
You handled that very well, Peter.
Contrite, apologetic and even a little bit remorseful.
I'm sorry. What?
I put these in for when I'm feeling misunderstood.
Oh, come on, Peter. Sometimes you have to face the music.
And these are for when I'm feeling ganged up on.
You always take things one step too far.
I'm sorry. What?
We carried a whole section of their books at Harrods.
It was the last display I arranged before I resigned.