Julian Bailey: Pepito

Madeline in London

Pepito

Madeline: Bonjour, Pepito.
Pepito: Hola, Madeline.
Madeline: Pepito, you look so sad. What is the matter?
The Ambassador: Oh, Pepito, my son. Do not look so sad. You will like living in London.
Madeline: London? You are moving to London?
Pepito: Si, Madeline! Today and I must leave Pablito the cat here. I must leave my whole menagerie here. My mother has developed an allergy.
Narrator: An ambassador does not have to pay the rent but he has to move to wherever he's sent.
Pepito: Adios, Madeline. Gracias for keeping Pablito.
Madeline: Au revoir, Pepito.
Pepito: Adios, amigas.
Miss Clavel: Au revoir, Pepito. Goodbye, we'll miss you.

Narrator: When they returned to the embassy of Spain, Pepito's mother was crying tears like rain.
[Pepito's mother sobs]
Miss Clavel: Dear lady, we beg your pardon. It seems the horse has eaten up your garden.
Simon: A little sunshine and rain, and it will be beautiful again!
Narrator: Pepito's mother said...
The Ambassadress: Quite so.
[sniffs]
The Ambassadress: Quite so. Still, I'm afraid, the horse must go.
[she sneezes four times]
The Ambassadress: My allergy's back. What else can I do?
Narrator: Then Madeline cried...
Madeline: I know what to do! Pepito, let us take care of him for you.
Miss Clavel: Well, I suppose that would be nice. I always wanted a horse.
Madeline: And just in case you're feeling down, Pepito, you may keep my medal of the crown. Happy Birthday, mon ami.
Pepito: Oh, thank you, Madeline! Gracias, Madeline!

Narrator: In London, Pepito just picked at his dinner, soon he grew thin, and then he grew thinner. And when he began to look like a stick, his mama said...
The Ambassadress: My, this boy looks sick. I think Pepito is longing for Madeline and his Parisian friends.
Narrator: His papa called Paris.
The Ambassador: Hello, Miss Clavel? My little Pepito is not at all well, he misses you. And he is lonesome for Madeline and the little girls next door.
Miss Clavel: They miss him too.
The Ambassador: Please, come and visit, there is plenty of room, and Pepito's birthday is coming up soon.
Miss Clavel: Merci beaucoup, Señor! What a lovely invitation!
Miss Clavel: Quick, darlings! Pack your bags, and then we will get out to the airport and catch the next plane!
The Ambassadress: Que bien, mí Pepito, your appetite has returned!
Pepito: That's because Madeline is coming to visit!

Narrator: Pepito named him Piccadilly, and he spoke to the horse, which to some might sound silly.
Pepito: Ah Piccadilly, your coat looks so clean and shiny. I think it's time we went for a birthday ride. Come on, Madeline!
Narrator: Just then, a trumpet blew.
Miss Clavel: Mon Dieu! Madeline! Pepito!
Narrator: Piccadilly jumped up, and off he flew, over the wall to take his place at the head of the Queen's Life guards, which he had always led.
Miss Clavel: Madeline! Pepito! Oh dear, they've gone! That horse has run away with them! Come, children. We must find them in London Town.

Narrator: They arrived home just in time to eat at a table full of birthday treats.
Madeline, Chloe, Nicole, Danielle: We love our bread, we love our butter, and most of all...
Madeline, Chloe, Nicole, Danielle, Miss Clavel, The Ambassador, The Ambassadress: We love Pepito! Happy birthday Pepito, happy birthday!
Pepito: Thank you! Gracias! Merci! And there is no better birthday present than to be with my friends! You make me very sleepy... and happy.
The Ambassadress: I think it is time for us all to go to sleep.

Narrator: They reached the embassy at midday, Pepito saw them and ran out to say...
Pepito: Madeline! Madeline! Que alegría! You have come just in time for my birthday!
The Ambassador, The Ambassadress: [in unison] Welcome to London!

Nicole: It is too bad that Madeline and Pepito missed all the fun.
Narrator: But of course, they had been having a wonderful time, for the Royal Parade, they headed the line. The birds had seen all this before, but they were glad of an encore.
Nicole: Look! Regardez! It is Madeline!
Chloe: And Pepito, too!
Narrator: And then it became really grand, there was a mascot... and his band. The people below were stout and loyal and those on the balcony mostly royal.
Madeline: I am the queen.
Pepito: I am the king.
Madeline: And you, Piccadilly, are the most royal of horses.
Miss Clavel: Oh, Madeline!

Madeline: We must get to the bottom of this!
Madeline: Aha! An important clue. Pepito, where is Piccadilly?
Pepito: Uh, he was right here.
Madeline: And did you feed him last night?
Pepito: Uh... I think... I was too excited about my party. Porque? Why?
Madeline: Elementary, my dear Pepito. And just as I suspected. We must search the town for him.
Narrator: Just like a volcano eruption, they followed the trail of destruction. Just when they thought their efforts were in vain, they spotted a familiar mane.
Miss Clavel: Oh, look who is lying there, with his feet up in the air!
Madeline: I feel his breath, he is not dead yet. Oh, vite, vite, Pepito, get the vet!
Narrator: Dr. Stone came quickly by, she checked Piccadilly's heart and eyes.
Dr. Stone: Don't worry, he'e only asleep. Help me get him on his feet.
Dr. Stone: As a diet, there is nothing worse than green apples and roses for an old horse.
Nicole: Mm-hmm.
Danielle: Mm-hmm.
Chloe: Mm-hmm.
Dr. Stone: Promise me that when you take him away, you will feed him only grass and hay.
Miss Clavel: Just cut grass and hay for Piccadilly.
Simon: No green apples!