War of the Buttons

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Hey, wait for me! - I have nothing

better to do, as you might expect.

I slept badly.

Why?

Because my mom was crying.

You should not have heard it,

you snore.

I snore?

- Like a tractor.

Dad was snoring.

Do you remember?

Yes, I remember.

When will he return from Germany?

When the war ends.

- Well, when?

When you stop asking

stupid questions!

Did you see?

Those Velronians villains.

Devil's spawn, Ill tell you.

Hey, you there!

What do you want?

- Hey, Aztec...

the boundary of long Verne

is Chevillon.

I am sure?

Well, so what?

So those are our rabbits

you are poaching.

I just wanted to say.

- Just look at him.

Do you think that you

two retards can stop us?

Say that again!

- You f***ing limp d*cks!

Freaks, limp d*cks.

Slap c*cks! Slap c*cks!

Come on, quick!

We will tell Lebrac!

You'll see!

Yes, we will tell Lebrac!

Oh, no, not Lebrac! I'm scared!..

F*** off, limp d*cks!

Slap c*cks!

F*** you!

- Freaks!

Get out!

- Snot noses!

Slap c*cks!

Does it hurt?

To be honest, yes.

'Slap cock'.

A worse insult does not exist.

Why?

- Don't you know what a 'slap cock' is?

Of course, I know. It's sort of a...

'stupid cow?'

No, a thousand times worse.

This is a declaration of war!

A new war of the buttons

Who is that with Simon?

Miss Simon!

Who is that?

My goddaughter.

Her name is violet.

Come on.

She is visiting from the city.

- From Clermont, I think.

Violet from Clermont.

This is violet.

Hi!

Look, another Simon.

She is beautiful.

- Not like our girls.

They are a herd of cows.

This girl comes from the city!

Hey, wake up.

Has she put a spell on you?

What is that?

Did you fall?

- No, the Velronians...

I will tell the story.

We found them in Chevillon.

- What? "Them?"

Yes, they were poaching in our territory.

- The bastards!

And they called us slap c*cks.

Slap c*cks, us?

- And you especially.

Come on, children line up.

What do we do?

What do we do?

What do we do with those Velronians?

- I need...

I need to think about it.

Marshai, we are ready.

You gave us hope.

The nation will rise

Marshali, Marshali

we are ready...

take a seat.

Sir?

- Yes, Bacaille?

Why do we sing only

on Mondays?

Excesses are harmful to everyone.

With all due respect,

but singers you are not.

He thinks he's Tino Rossi.

What did you say Lebrac?

- Nothing important.

I thought as much. But since

you like to chat so much,

Stand up please, go to the board.

- No-No! Are you sure?

I'm still sane.

Come on.

That's a laugh!

Monsieur Lebrac...

tell us about the Loire.

I'm listening.

Well, it's an animal...

with ears.

Not the dormouse.

The river.

The river. Well...

well...

it is a stream.

...with water.

Otherwise it would not be a river.

But it is, of course...

is a river.

It is not very far away.

And, not too big.

And, no, of course

very far away.

It is not so small.

There are many cities along it.

Well, okay.

Cities on the seine...

on the river, as you say...

they are very different.

Some are big.

You can visit them.

Others - Are medium-Sized...

and still others are small

as ours.

There, in those cities

fishermen live, who go fishing.

They catch eels, mullet, gobies...

well, sometimes shoes.

Particularly convincing.

Do you know the way?

- Oh, yes, sir.

The teacher was nice?

Well, she could be worse.

Does she ask a lot of questions?

- Yes.

About the verbs in the present

and future tense.

Good day, dear Simon.

Mr. Mayor, how are you?

- As it should be.

What a lovely creature.

Good day, young lady.

A relative?

My goddaughter.

- And what's her name?

Violet. Her parents sent her here,

because she has weak lungs.

A better place than here

for bad lungs cannot be found.

And where do we come from?

She lived in Rennes.

Has she swallowed her tongue?

Violet is very shy.

Well, we certainly

will not eat her.

Give me the town's paper.

That is mandatory.

What else?

- I forgot the most important.

My wife needs ten feet of

black braid.

You might think she is going

to be a widow!

Do you like this one? - You would

imagine to see its like in Paris.

Here from London. Appeals

to the French people.

Listen to the instructions...

- Say it a little louder for the Germans.

Yeah, Hitler was at the door

eavesdropping.

To your room,

Im sick!

And do not laugh.

- But you're funny.

Be careful, that I can't control

what you think.

My eyes have never seen

such a coward!

Now you asked for it!

Well, wait, and see, now I get it!

Stop it, Camille. You yourself were once

like that. - But I respected his father!

If we do it, after what they said,

we are in fact limp d*cks.

This collaborationist deserves

a lesson!

Hey.. Wait for me!

Why is he here?

- We are not a kindergarten.

Stay at home, I said!

But they insulted me too!

- This is not a game.

We're going to war.

- So I have my slingshot.

Okay. But when trouble comes

it's every man for himself.

You're only saying this

because Im small.

If I grew up... if I was big...

- Well, what then?

It would be great.

And who made your boss?

You weren't elected.

I am the most intelligent

and not afraid of anything.

Let's measure d*cks.

The one with the biggest is boss.

Pants down.

In that case, I have not yet

reached the stage to be a commander.

We will feed them gruel.

- What did I do?

Quiet, I said!

It's not on purpose. I'm going.

- Walk softly.

Quiet!

Velron

Long Verne

Don't blunder.

- Who do you think I am?

Hurry up.

- I do what I can.

Truck!

Hide!

Faster!

All Velron-Ites have

hairy asses

Krauts.

That was close.

I do not believe my eyes!

You're back!

It's been so long! We must

celebrate! Plum gin. This.

I make it myself.

Do you remember?

It kept me going in Saigon.

Protected against all diseases and flies.

To the colonial regiment!

Bottoms up, if you are not a wimp!

Go!

We were supposed to stay.

We were not allowed to come back.

What do you think?

You're right, you should not think.

You should drink.

Come, I must show you something.

Little Gibus!

- Hey, little Gibus!

Where is he?

- I knew this would be a problem.

But what could I do?

He followed me.

I'm really glad, dwarf.

These are my souvenirs.

Twelve years in the legion.

Sidi, bel abbes, Casablanca.

And then on the ship and...

Saigon, Bien Hoa, Cao bang...

I was 'admiral. ' Even this

yellow-Skinned shorty respected...

And the women... one look

at the uniform and they

Laid right on their backs

and spread their legs.

I was somebody.

I fought for France.

Eight injuries

But Im still alive!

- Sorry.

To the colonial regiment, by golly!

- The colonial regiment, by golly!

Aren't you ashamed to see him drink?

Never too early to start.

- Enough already.

Give me your glass.

What are you doing here, slap cock?

- What kind of disrespect

to the guest is this!

I immediately recognized him. The spirit

of the dwarf. He was killed at Bien Hoa.

He is a long Vern-Ian.

No.

He died in my arms.

I told him that we will be together.

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