Ernest et Célestine

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What's that?

What are you trying to draw, Clestine?

A bear.

And what's this?

That's a mouse.

It's his friend.

Your drawing's wrong.

No it's not wrong.

Yes, it is.

- No. - Yes!

- No. - Yes!

No possible way that could be a mouse.

Fine, what story shall I tell you tonight?

The Big Bad Bear?

Yes! The Big Bad Bear.

In winter,

the Big Bad Bear sleeps.

And when he wakes up...

When he wakes up, he's hungry

EXACTLY! And when he's hungry...

He'll eat anything?

Absolutely anything!

Tires, lamps, bicycles, cars, houses!

He scarfs down...

Pardon! Eh...

Eats absolutely ANY-thing!

Out of all those things,

what does the Big Bad Bear prefer?

A little mouse?

A little mouse!

One little mouse? Hah !...

Ten...

a hundred...

a thousand little mice!

Baked "in parchment", skewered, pan fried,

in bouillon, and even raw.

Totally raw?

COM-PLETE-LY RAW! And still alive,

wearing their little coats

and little back-packs.

That's how he prefers them.

Raw, and still alive.

But... are you sure he's that mean?

Do you know the story of the little mouse

who didn't believe in the Big Bad Bear?

EVERYONE told her:

"Watch out for the Big Bad Bear"

But she thought she was clever,

that naughty little... little punk!

Pardon.

That naughty little...

...naughty little RASCAL!

She did not believe in

the Big Bad Bear, she said:

"No, the Big Bad Bear"

"is just a story that Madame la Grise"

"tells us as she drinks

her eternal chamomile".

But she was wrong,

because one day, a burg...

You did this, Clestine?

Believe me, children.

It's only in fables that

bears can be friends of mithe!...

Th... th, thth ugh !...

What'd she say?

No idea!

What'd you say?

I said I don't know.

Quiet, let's listen.

Why, can you understand her?

Perfectly!

Baloney! You don't understand anything.

Who, me?!

Say that again!

Even when she makes sen...

- Who do you think...?!

- Stop! Stop!

Thilence! Thilence!

Back to your beds!

Silence!

[ Ernest & Celestine ]

Based on the works of Gabrielle Vincent.

(Publisher:
Editions Casterman)

Atchoo!

Nice tweety, come here.

My little tweety, come here.

My little tweety.

Come back here,

you rotten scoundrel! Come back!

Clestine!

Alright, we can go.

Hold on.

We're off!

[ THE SUGAR KING ]

Lon lost his first tooth.

Poor dear.

Not a trace of sugar.

A real pearl.

Don't cry, dear.

It's not serious.

I'll put your tooth on the night table,

and the little mouse will pass by.

Little mouse?

What little mouse?

That nice little mouse in the fables.

She'll pass by as you sleep.

She'll take your tooth,

and leave a coin in its place.

Hm, a coin! How much?

A big coin!

Your first business deal.

The beginning of wealth.

Provided you invest wisely, of course.

I've never heard any mention,

of this little mouse of fable.

That's because you hadn't lost any teeth yet.

Baloney!

If she's a mouse in a fable,

then, she doesn't exist!

Oh no? How do the teeth disappear then?

They disappear ...

Alright, come. It's best if you go to sleep.

This way the mouse can come

take your tooth and replace it

with a beautiful coin.

How much?

One Sou.

Two!

Oh, that's great!

That's my boy, alright!

Come dear, beddy-byes.

- Aah, a mouse!

- Yeah!

Mouse? where?

Among the stuffed toys!

Out of there now!

Catch her, papa!

No mice allowed here!

Under that, Georges!

Where is she?

There she is!

Get out of there!

Get out of there, nasty animal!

Hey, my tooth!

My coin!

Give me my Sou !

Nasty little vermin!

Shh, less noise, Georges,

our little guy's sleeping.

Georges? Trash.

# Ernest, Ernest,

Miserable Ernest

# If I remain broke,

I'll probably croak

# 'Cause I'm hungry, I'm starving,

I'll eat anything

# I'll eat anything,

What's worse I am freezing

# Ernest ate nothing since Before the Flood

# It's true I lost weight, And it rankles my blood

# I'm loose in my hide,

My underpants ride

# So drop an old copper

Inside Ernest's old topper

# Ernest, Ernest,

Miserable Ernest

# Let's see if your menu

# Can fatten my sinews

# I'm sure that if you

Will give me a Sou

# You'll feel better too

# And also meee...

# Ernest, Ernest,

Miserable Ernest

# I'm feathery light,

I reluctantly diet

# A mushroom, a wiener,

Or a waffle for dinner

# The waffle's delicious,

Greasy and precious

# It's running away

# But I want it to stay

# Just a little gesture

For Ernest's digestion.

Come away.

# Won't you be charitable

And load up my table

# Just a little gesture

For Ernest's digestion.

# Some good mutton stew,

And sausage with chitlins

# Before I am through,

Or they jail me for fiddlin'

You have 5 days to pay.

I'M HUNGRY!

No! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!

But I'm hungry.

What's your name?

Ernest.

I'm Clestine.

We need to have a serious talk.

You can't eat me.

In Fairy Tales bears eat mice.

Don't tell me you believe in

Fairy Tales!

You're not that lame!

Yeah but, I'm hungry!

You're hungry! You think a little

mouse like me will fill you up?

Look at me. I'm skin and bones

Anyway it's very bad for

your health to eat garbage.

Garbage cans have every

disease in the world.

The flu, typhus, hepatitis, cholera...

Ernest, you wanna catch

every disease in the world?

No, I know, but...

Let's have a look, cold and wet,

glassy eyes, dull fur,

How are your ears?

Your teeth?

Oh l l!

Oh I say!

What, am I sick?

Not yet, but you will be.

Listen, Ernest.

I know a place where you can

regain your health and eat

things that are good for you.

Marshmallows?

Marshmallows, hard candy, nougats,

caramels, marzipan,

marshmallows, alright?

Agreed!

There!

Help yourself, Ernest.

Wait!

There! Bon apptit!

Clestine!

Thanks!

It's alright.

Attention!

...and one! And two!

Enjoy your free sample!

Hey, open your eyes...

Sorry, Madame, I'm in a hurry.

Hasn't started yet.

They said to wait here.

Smells like garbage around here.

Hurry, or the Big Bad Bear

will eat you raw!

Come, follow me.

How many teeth did you recover?

Seven.

Not terrific. I got twelve.

Twelve!

Usually I do much better.

It's far from my best score.

You, Clestine?

How many?

Me?

Eh well...

Stop there.

Relax, you're a bit stressed.

This will hurt a lot.

Come.

Here, Madame.

12 teeth.

Very good.

I can do better, you know.

Yeah, alright, next.

Only 7 ?

Yes, but three incisors.

Check out the quality.

Yes, I'll take one.

This one's too short.

Thanks.

Let's try this.

Repeat after me.

The nasty bear steps on our heads.

The natthy bear thepth on our headth.

Not quite right.

Now?

The thnatthy thear thepth thon thour theadth.

Permit me.

Try now.

- The nashty bear...

- Stop!

Go on:
"The nasty bear..."

The nasty bear steps on our heads.

Et voil.

Dexterity, my dear fellow.

Dexterity...

WHAT, only one?

All night for one tooth?

Yes but, I was trapped in a trash can.

How'd you get out?

It was a bear...

A what?

No, nothing.

May we know what's in the sack?

So, this is how you spend

your internship, Clestine?

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