War of the Buttons Page #2

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you creeps from Velrans.

You'll get your butt kicked

by the soft balls from Longeverne.

Take shelter

behind the umbrella, everyone!

- The bastards.

- That's not fair.

Let's go! It's Mr. Schaefer!

He's blind as a bat!

- Camus, grab the oars.

- Hide, little Gibus.

And you, Boulon, move it!

Got it!

So did you figure out

how much a pound of apples costs?

Yeah, it's 150,000 francs...

point 3333 and some change.

So are we at war?

- Why is he going to our bathroom?

- Why doesn't he use his own?

"General Mobilization

To hell with the Velrans!"

To hell with the Velrans!

Are you crazy or what?

- To hell with the Velrans!

- Did anybody see my glasses?

Wait. Let's hide here

and take some prisoners.

Degalle! Migue The Moon!

Get Lebraque!

Ready, guys? I got one.

Hurrah, we got Migue The Moon!

- You're dead meat.

- You're trapped like a rat.

Let's lynch him.

Is it true that

you torture prisoners?

You haven't seen anything yet.

Give me your knife, Camus.

What are you gonna do to me?

Move back, so that everybody sees.

- What should we cut off?

- His ears! His tongue!

- His snoot!

- Let's cut off his weenie.

If you touch me,

I'll tell the priest and the mayor.

How are you gonna do it?

You won't have a tongue anymore.

And no weenie, either.

- Should we start from the top?

- Yeah.

Ears first. Hold him tight.

Please, Lebraque! Please don't!

Chicken. It's only

the back of the knife.

- Is everyone like you in Velrans?

- You're not even bleeding.

We should put him in a cave

and go fart, one after the other.

It would be like a gas chamber.

- Now let's get...

- No! No!

...serious.

I don't care about your ears,

your snoot or your weenie.

Only one thing matters to a man.

His honor. And in five minutes,

you won't be proud of yourself.

No, Lebraque! Please don't!

Where does he get

all these ideas from?

Now, go see your priest

and your mayor.

We sing all the way to Victory

As she awaits us with open arms

Freedom guides our steps

From the north to the south

the Trumpet of War

sounds the charge

Fourth requirement:

you must register to vote...

at your town hall.

- Hey, Lebraque.

- What?

- They said they'd be back tonight.

- Then we'll thrash them again.

Tell the others and

go hide again in your tree.

Lebraque.

What are the requirements

to be able to vote?

- Let's meet tonight at the quarry.

- I've warned you before, Lebraque.

- Watch out for detention.

- Please not tonight, sir.

I'm still waiting. What does it

take to be able to vote?

You must know your geography.

Be quiet, Macailler. It doesn't

hurt to know your geography.

But that's not enough

to be a voter.

- You must be from that country?

- What country?

France.

All right.

What else?

This is not the day

to get detention.

Could you be a voter?

- No, sir.

- Why?

Because you don't have hair

on your ass yet.

- What did you say, Lacrique?

- I said that, uh... uh...

- What?

- It's because he's too young, sir.

Excellent answer.

Big Gibus!

You're staying after class.

- Sir, please--

- You too, Lebraque!

It's not his fault. I was the one

whispering the answers to him.

Then you'll join them in detention.

Those dummies, now we're short

three guys. I'll have to lead.

Fourth requirement: you must

register to vote at the town hall.

Fifth requirement:

Hurry. We're late.

What's happening? What are you

doing down there?

I can't see anymore! I can't see!

- Give me back my bandage.

- What are you doing here?

I knew I shouldn't have went!

What would you have done?

They had at least ten extra guys.

- Where are the others?

- I don't know. They're all over.

What a thrashing.

- You guys look pitiful.

- Hey, we were outnumbered.

That's no excuse. One Longeverne is

worth ten of those Velrans creeps!

Come and get me.

You can play tough now but you'll

have to come down sooner or later.

Sooner or later, I'll have to pee,

and guess who will get hosed?

Guys, guys.

Here comes Lebraque.

You two, block his retreat.

Everybody else with me.

Watch out, Lebraque,

they're stalking y--

Lebraque.

Let's go.

- I heard you torture prisoners.

- He wanted to cut off my weenie.

Yeah, but I don't need the mayor

or the priest to defend me.

Get him!

- Soon you won't be so proud.

- That's not very original.

Shut up!

Do you see me cry

or squeal like a piglet?

- Should we pay you honors?

- Leave him alone.

You. Tell me.

Is Longeverne this way?

What time is your brat coming home?

Finally.

Do you know what time it is?

Answer your mother.

Yes, I know what time it is.

Where have you been?

Did you hear me?

Button up your shirt

and your jacket.

- Do you call that buttoned up?

- God, you always break things.

- It just stayed in my hand.

- Just like the plate this morning.

I told you I didn't mean to do it.

I don't know my strength.

- I spend my life fixing everything.

- Hush now.

Stop arguing.

It was torn beforehand.

And all my buttonholes

are destroyed.

Your buttonholes?

Anyhow, they were useless since

I don't have buttons any more.

What the hell is this?

- How did you get into such a mess?

- I won't talk.

You're gonna to tell me,

you little rascal.

I know I deserve a beating

so go ahead. Get it over with.

On top of it, he's asking for it!

- I can't believe this.

- My stool!

Now it's the stool.

Your shirt, your buttonholes and

buttons and now the stool.

Do you think we're the Rockefellers

to be able to afford this?

I'm gonna show you,

you little good for nothing.

- No!

- I'll teach you respect.

- Mommy!

- Scoundrel.

Control yourself, Eugene.

Just tell him he'll go to school

naked tomorrow as punishment.

Control yourself,

he's just a little boy.

Just tell him we'll send him naked.

Explain to me

what a "courtyard" is.

I don't know, but I know a yard

is about this long.

Things have not improved, Lebraque.

I'm going to run out of patience.

Sorry, sir, I'm just thinking

about something funny.

We'll talk about this later.

Everybody out. Recess.

- Me too, sir?

- You too.

- I'm not punished?

- No.

- Are you gonna tell my father?

- You'll see.

Please don't, sir.

You got another thrashing

yesterday. Is that it?

I can take the thrashing but I'm

afraid to be sent to boarding school.

- He wants to send you there?

- And he will. Can't you tell?

What I can tell is that

you clown around and do nothing.

Just leave me in my corner, sir.

I promise I'll behave.

We're not

at the sand quarry, Lebraque.

You're not the boss here, I am.

- Did you go to boarding school?

- Yes.

- And it didn't kill me.

- But it's different for you.

I can't learn but I know

a lot of useful tricks.

Is that enough?

Fishing and hunting.

That's enough to feed a man.

Start with learning your lessons.

We'll see about the boarding school

with your father. Out of my sight.

Wait!

- What was so funny earlier?

- Nothing, sir. It's my mother.

She wanted me to go naked

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