Going Our Way Page #3

you'll sneak into their camp

and steal their flag.

- Scouts don't steal!

They know nothing about

scout games and pranks.

We should warn them. - No,

it'll be more fun if we don't.

Come on, it's just a prank.

- I know.

Four hours! - That's torture.

I wonder what the ombudsman

would say, if he heard

of our case. What time is it?

One. Let's wait a little longer,

to make sure they're all asleep.

How many are missing?

- A lot,

but I don't care.

I only collect the cute ones.

It was nice today, interesting.

- Yeah, as soon as there are

boys around, it gets interesting.

- Scouts, they're funny.

Which of them did you think

was really funny?

I'm not telling you.

- Doesn't matter, I already know.

No, you don't. - I do.

- I'll show you which one. - OK.

Sh*t, what time is it?

- 3 a. m. Let's go.

We'd better turn off

our flashlights. - OK.

Where do they keep their flag?

- Looks as if they don't have one.

What shall we do now?

- Let's take something else.

Yes. Otherwise the camp leader

will give us hard time again.

The flag is sacred,

same as the eternal flame.

If the fire dies out,

we go home, right? - Yes.

I didn't hear you.

Is that correct? - Yes!

Lf there's no flag?

- We don't exist. - Excellent!

The Groundhog unit

becomes a thing of the past.

Fortunately, we've managed

to retrieve the flag,

but only because it was stolen

by our own.

It doesn't count if we steal

our own flag.

And without an announcement.

And where is the girls' flag?

- They don't have one,

so we brought something else.

- And what would that be?

Let me think...

- A pot?

A pot!

That's some trophy, isn't it?

That's some loot, really.

The king of pots!

Hey, cook!

We have a new pot for you!

Are you happy? Are you?

Magnificent loot,

the pot of all pots...

Good morning, neighbours.

Who's in charge here?

I believe that pot is ours.

What kind of a joke is this?

An innocent one.

Just a traditional scout game,

like stealing the flag.

No harm meant.

True. A scout's word of honour.

And what does it have to do

with the flag?

Well, you don't have a flag,

so we took your pot.

I mean the boys did...

We're giving it back to you.

No harm meant.

Here, girls, take it.

We expect an apology.

We apologize.

Not that kind of apology.

So long...

Excellent!

One more time!

Crazy chicks,

flashing their mirrors like that...

They could set us on fire. - Shall

we go down? - Some hero you are.

What if we held a dance?

- A dance?

With some games.

It would be our way

of apologizing

for having stolen their pot.

No!

- A bonfire, not a dance,

a real scout event

with a contest and a bonfire...

...to build friendship between

our camps... - No!

A competition comes first,

then the friendship.

I don't think it's a good idea

to challenge a sports camp

in sports, let's rather compete

in knowledge or intelligence...

I don't care about

intelligence, I want action!

Besides, they don't look

much like athletes,

just look at them. Let's race!

He doesn't care about a dance,

he already has a girlfriend.

That the scout team will loose.

No wonder,

the girls are

much, much better...

Boys are poor, girls are cool,

hey, hey hey!

They'll blow it,

they're not serious.

A real catastrophe

for the scouts...

They really look pathetic...

They have no rhythm.

They're letting them win.

The last meters of the race...

Well, look at them.

Move it, move it, boy!

Faster!

The girls are determined to win...

against such opponents...

Substitution! - What substitution?

- A flying one, like in hockey.

That's right, show them!

Right, left, right, left...

An expected and well deserved

victory for the girls!

Does it hurt?

- No!

Despite the intervention

of their leader!

Unbelievable, what a defeat

for the scouts!

And in a race that's primarily

a boy's domain!

Not any more,

the girls won fairly.

Because they were

much, much better!

Shame on you guys!

- Yeah,

if I fell like that...

- That's a shame,

you were swinging

like a bunch of old ladies!

Lt was tactics; we planned

to outrun them in the finish.

Some tactics! I told you

to use dry branches

but you just grabbed the first

rotten branch you could find.

It held my weight,

but you're too heavy.

Too much tripe stew. - I guess

they like washing dishes.

Well, they were better.

- No, they weren't!

You just had to interfere.

Of course I had to.

We were loosing.

It was just a game.

- Against girls.

You can't stand any fun.

Oh, really? Do you know what

they used to call me at school?

Joker! Because I was always

making jokes!

Your Jake knows about us.

- So what?

He can't expect of me to never

get laid again. - Hey!

You're a good cook.

You can sew.

These things really turn me on.

Adolescent.

If you like him, just wink

at him. - I'd rather die.

You know what boys are like.

You have to encourage them.

If he's to dumb or too shy

you have to encourage him

several times before he dares

to make a move. - Yeah.

It's all in there:

'How to spark his interest. '

I'm sweating here

because of you, losers.

Do some chopping yourselves!

- Be quiet, Muscles,

we're trying to think of a good

skit. Any ideas coming from you?

Muscles? That's a good name

for him. OK, Muscles,

suggest something. - Come on,

skits are for kids!

What if Cutie did a striptease?

- That would be hilarious!

He needs heavy make-up, girls.

Don't spare the lipstick.

Good job, girls!

You'll be a star, I swear.

- Stop shooting, please.

More lip-gloss!

She's fainted again.

That's some kind of lepsy,

nobody knows which one.

It's going to rain. - Great,

no need to wash the dishes.

Our automatic dishwasher.

Big White Butt... I like it,

sounds like an Apache name.

Traitor!

And I like the rhymes,

they could make up a nice song.

Let's sing!

All together now...

"Oh, Big White Butt... "

Come on, everybody sing!

"Oh, Big White Butt,

You're fat, indeed...

Fat like a pig!

Whoever has to carry you... "

This is so funny, isn't it?

"Really suffers too!

'Cause you're fat like a pig... "

OK, we've had some fun,

but from now on

I don't want to hear that song

even again! Is that clear?

There... I'd really like to know

which Apache wrote this crap.

Jake? Who wrote it?

I assumed it was you.

It's written all over your face.

Listen, you poet,

insults will not be tolerated.

I was only joking. - You'll be

washing dishes every day

for the rest of our stay here.

Ha, ha, how funny is that?

Leader Greg, what's new?

Down in the south,

a bomb killed 17 people,

- Dismissed!

Don't report such shocking news

in front of the kids.

They should learn

what the world is like.

They can't understand

such things, don't you get it?

I don't understand them either.

How about sticking to weather

forecasts? Any more showers coming?

No, the pressure front

is slightly dropping,

but the next front won't reach us

for at least a couple of days.

Young ladies,

you're about to witness

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