Mr. Bean decided to go to the restaurant on his Birthday, because he wanted to enjoy his celebration. But to be at the restaurants was unusual situation for him. And our hero demonstrated his strange behavior there. People didn’t understand him. He hadn’t enough money for the order, so he choosed “steak tartare”. He didn’t like this food and big plate for food had bad impression on him. Mr. Bean didn’t know what to do with it. And had found a great decision to hide the meat in things surrounding him. He considered himself very smart in this situation. Than he showed to waiter this dirty place and manager took him a new table and he had a new embarrassing position… Later our hero had to clean his dress and went to the to the launderette. In the launderette he has found a new adventures…Download Ebook Download AudioBook
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….