War of the Buttons Page #4

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You didn't bring the vipers!

- It's not my fault! I was scared!

- You made us lose 30 francs.

- Get him out of here.

- We want to see!

- I'll show you everything later.

- That's not equality!

To hell with the republic.

Long live the King!

Long live the King!

- 50 shirt buttons.

- Wow.

Let's stick everything

in our pockets, we'll count later.

I'm gonna repeat "buttons" the whole

day. If he asks me why, I'll talk.

- Shut up.

- Buttons.

- Quiet.

- Buttons, buttons.

- What's happening, Macailler?

- Nothing. Just saying "buttons."

- What are you saying?

- "Buttons, buttons buttons."

Are you sure you're feeling well?

Maybe you should go to the doctor.

Let's go.

Take another five minutes,

the fresh air will do you good.

Long live the King. Sh*t!

Go straight to the fort with

the buttons and wait for us there.

- The Velrans can show up today.

- Even cut off our buttons.

- And even put holes in our pants.

- We don't care about your pants.

Marie will fix them.

She'll mend them.

- She'll brush off the dirt.

- She'll wash them.

Look what I'm gonna do

to my pants.

Me too.

Look at me!

To hell with the Velrans!

I can't walk anymore.

My leg is hurting.

I'm going to see the school nurse.

I don't care about your stupid war

since I'm a Royalist.

Stop. A white flag.

I request a ceasefire.

We have an injury.

- It's a trap.

- Come see for yourselves.

- Don't go.

- It's Lebraque I'm talking to.

- Have your men step back.

- They won't move, I swear.

Stay here.

Is that a trap?

It's your stupid slingshots.

You fight us with slingshots too.

- He's got a broken leg.

- See.

Hey, we didn't do it on purpose!

- He's young, he should recover.

- For sure.

He needs a splint. Just tie

a piece of wood to his leg.

- Will my shoelace do?

- Let's use mine, yours is leather.

- Go cut me a branch.

- From a birch?

- No, get one from the oak there.

- Okay.

What are you doing?

I'm preparing the spot

where we'll put flowers.

- How come you're not at the war?

- I'm injured. I need your help.

- What's wrong with you?

- My leg. You need to massage it.

- Higher. Massage my thigh.

- No, that's disgusting!

Just a bit. I'll feel better.

I told you it's disgusting.

- If I were Lebraque, you'd day yes.

- What do you think I'd say?

- You'd say something else.

- Leave me alone or I'll tell him.

- What will you tell him?

- I'll tell him what you said.

- I didn't say anything.

- That's what you say.

Just wait 'til I tell him!

Go home or you'll get scolded.

So what do we do now?

- Depends. Anybody got the time?

- 10 to 7.

- It's late.

- Shall we start again tomorrow?

Step back, guys.

Don't show them your backs.

Why should't they?

We're not backstabbers.

We know here the Velrans are.

The Longevernes are scum.

- We didn't ask for the Armistice.

- It was a ceasefire.

Still, it was a good trick

to avoid getting thrashed.

We'll see who'll get thrashed.

You chickened out.

Speak for yourselves.

- Creeps.

- Scumbags.

- We would've thrashed you.

- We'll see about that tomorrow.

Soft balls!

Twits!

You told Mr. Trachet you'd return

the horse? Did he suspect anything?

No, grown-ups just assume

we're at their service.

He didn't even thank me.

Do you see him?

- No, he's gone through the fields.

- Jump up.

You. Help me.

- What do I do with my basket?

- Pick up the droppings behind me.

We can't leave any tracks.

I want to see it full later.

And that's what

you call a republic!

I'm gonna show the Velrans.

I'll ride my horse to battle.

- Is that all you could find?

- It's Mr. Chafouin's donkey.

- Can it go fast?

- Yes!

Amazing. Now I'm a general

with his own cavalry.

Help!

I'll show you!

Go! I won't tell you twice!

Traitor! Dumb-ass!

We got him.

Let's tie him up.

Marie! Damn it, come on, Marie!

I'm coming.

- Do you want me to sew something?

- Just help me with the donkey.

One, two, three and...

They won. Hurrah for the cavalry!

The cavalry on horses, that's okay.

But not on this dumb-ass.

They're going to the fort. Come on.

- What about the donkey?

- It's not gonna go anywhere.

What will Mr. Chafouin say?

Halt.

Let's unload our spoils of war.

Marie, come over here.

Lower Laztec's pants down.

Buttons, suspenders and shoelaces

taken from the Velrans go in here.

Give me time to count them.

buttons from Fetuchin...

- The donkey's still at the quarry.

- I'll help you.

I have something else to say.

Dear fort, until today,

we had nothing.

But now that we have you,

we are owners.

Now we can tell grown-ups--

everybody, on the count of three--

- Die!

- Die!

- Sh*t.

- Little Gibus!

I don't want to hear bad language

on a day like this.

- What do we say to the world?

- Die! Die! Die!

- What do I do with the droppings?

- Eat them.

- Come on. Come on.

- Look! He moved.

- You wish.

- He did! He went from here to here.

- How do you know?

- I'll make a mark.

I'll show you he's moving.

- He moved at least 3 inches!

- At this pace...

We're gonna get a thrashing

when we get home.

It's dark. We'll be discreet.

I've had it! Let's go.

What in hell is going on?

Did you break something again?

Here you are.

I'm warning you,

I know all my lessons by heart.

So if somebody wants to send me to

boarding school, it will be unfair.

- Look who's here! Laztec!

- Macailler!

- Are you going to the fair?

- Yes, I'm picking up my tractor.

- Ouch! Going to the fair, Laztec?

- Pray to come out in one piece.

Would you like my window seat?

Ouch! Ow!

- Get lost, you fartface.

- Come on, we're friends.

Let me sit next to you.

What if I said "Lebraque is

a creep" when I get back?

What if I told you what Lebraque

and the others are doing?

Let me sit next to you

and I'll tell you...

what they'll do Thursday

in the fort they're building.

They've built a fort

next to the old quarry.

They have a treasure.

It's a bag of buttons.

Next Thursday,

they'll all be there.

They say

we're a republic, but...

- Is everybody here?

- Yes.

- Does everybody have bread?

- Yes.

- 12 chocolate bars.

- Yes.

- So, are you done yet?

- Wait, I'm doing the inventory.

Laztec, October 16th.

Migue The Moon, September 20th.

- 4 liters of red wine.

- Correct.

- Almost done.

- Hey, guys, we're almost done.

You're coming too, Macailler.

Nobody will be left out.

- It's everybody's celebration.

- Let's go, guys.

- Who wants to make a speech?

- Lebraque!

No, not me. Not again!

- Why don't I give a speech?

- Shut up. We're here to have fun.

- What if I gave a funny speech?

- Let's have an aperitif first.

Pour it, Camus.

It's good brandy.

It will knock your socks off.

We'll start with a nip,

but then let's move on to wine!

- Who has a dirty story to tell?

- Me! Me!

Guys, look what I dug up.

Me too.

"The Journal of Medicine

Breast oedema"

- Just press on them.

- What's an o-e-dema?

Can't you tell from the picture?

- Just ask Marie.

- Marie. Explain to him.

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