Welcome, or No Trespassing Page #2

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- Get lost! Go on!

- All right, all right!

- Dima, let's lure it out.

- One moment.

Stand back.

Kosmos, get him!

- He's done for.

- You fail.

- All right, hold the latch.

Now!

- What did you do that for?

- Kostya?

- Attention!

Listen to this information.

Tomorrow is Parents' Day.

Tomorrow, my friends, we need to aim for record heights.

Yes. In being disciplined...

In being orderly...

In being talented.

- Who's missing?

- Inochkin.

- Fill the gap.

- So, what about talents?

- I've got three.

- From the entire troop?

Don't tell me there are no talents among you, my friends.

Sorry, I don't believe that for a moment.

- Half a meatball, everyone.

- And if you can't sing or dance, you can recite a poem.

Do an interpretive dance with an accordion.

And the best of you, the most worthy...

Tell me, friends, who do we call the most worthy?

- Those with a good discipline.

- Good, who else?

- Who leave nothing on their plates.

- Who sleep during nap time.

- Who gather grass for rabbits.

- Very good. And so, the most worthy ones will be allowed...

...to join the circle of champions wearing masquerade costumes.

- Is showing magic tricks a talent?

- A talent.

- Okay, I can show the "flying queen" card trick.

- Good stuff, good stuff. Only no cards.

Kids, everything goes: magic tricks, art installations, pantomime...

It's all good. Eat, eat.

- Mitrofanova!

So, are the rumours true?

- And Comrade Mitrofanov is coming as well!

- My daddy is coming, too!

- You eat, eat.

Don't you know the rule? No?

All right, children, let's remind him the rule.

All together now.

- When I'm at my plate

all talks can wait.

- Nap time!

- For them, but not for us.

- Come on, come on.

- Hey, guys. Let's put the meatballs in this magic box, just in case.

- Okay, quick.

"Comrade Dynin"

- Come quick.

- Hold it.

- Well, what have you got in there?

- Nothing, take a look.

- Some pioneers you are. Torturing a poor bird.

- Keep on pumping DDT, to destroy a bug or three!

- Enough with the jokes.

No masquerade until we sanitize all the costumes.

- Won't that spoil them?

- What's more important, clothes or the health of the children?

- Nothing will spoil them any more.

They've already been doused with formalin, scrubbed with pumice,

and dunked into chlorine.

- I heard at another camp they also fried them with soldering irons.

- These clothes got dragged around various camps for about six years now.

- They are well-travelled costumes.

- What's all this, now?

- The band got relieved from nap time.

Let them practise.

- All clear.

- Hurry up, guys.

Let's go.

- Playing on the go!

Virtuosos!

"Boys"

- Hurry.

- What are you guys doing here?

- Get lost, shoo! Go on!

- All right, all right!

- Come on.

- What are you reading?

- Chekhov.

- Why?

- He's funny.

- You laugh too much.

Go read the Counsellor's Magazine. Deal with your inexperience.

- And here's the Queen of the Fields! Maestro, music!

- Well, hello there Corn!

- Did you win a cake at the factory?

- Yes I did.

- And a cake from the post office?

- Yes I did.

- And you'll win a cake here, too.

- Indeed.

- We sure won't be giving a cake to some Puss-in-the-Boots.

- Comrade Dynin, these days the legumes are mentioned a lot.

- Maybe the bean pod will be better?

- Then they would have done so at the factory. Don't you worry.

- Same old costumes all year 'round. So tired of seeing them!

- Well, don't look at them, then!

- Seriously, why can't kids make their own costumes?

All you need is some construction paper and glue, that's all!

- And our pride? Are we so poor that we wrap kids in construction paper?

Let's better pick who should be our "queen of the fields!"

- That's easy:
Mitrofanova. It's her uncle who's coming, after all.

- Quiet!

- The worst is that tomorrow is Parents' Day!

- Whatever, they all just come to swim in the sea.

- And his grandma?

- Look out!

- Back to beds, you lot!

- You're right. Kostya's grandma will be here tomorrow.

- Where's my grandson? Is he putting on weight?

- But he's not here. Can you imagine what happens next?

- Hey, guys! We need to cancel the Parents' Day!

- Do what?

- Cancel it!

- Yeah, like you can cancel it.

- We can claim that, since it's "Parents' Day," only parents are allowed.

- Right.

- No, seriously!

Right now it's grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, and what have you!

Like they have no other place to go.

- Got it! I got it!

- What?

- An epidemic!

- What kind?

- Nettle!

- Pull.

- I've got the short one.

- Look out!

- I can hear someone breathing.

- Where?

- There's nobody there.

- I tell you, I can hear like an owl!

- Hey, Mitrofanova.

Such an important uncle, and you are making a Babylon of your hair!

You know what I'm saying?

- All right, Marat. Go on.

- Maybe it'll sting through the shirt?

- Off with it!

- And your pants, too.

- Oh, come on!

- What, you think epidemics leave tan lines? Rash all over, except the butt?

- Go on, then!

- Come on, guys, can't we do it all together?

- We can!

- Stings like mad!

- Come on, guys! For the win!

- Oh, man!

- Okay... Interesting.

- Pull!

- And again!

- Raise it up!

- Stretch it out!

- Stop. That's good. Tie it.

"Pioneer's greetings to parents, mentors and elder friends!"

- Guys, come here!

- Mirror is gone, magazine is gone. We're dead!

- If Mitrofanova was back, then she saw everything!

- Enough moaning, let's go.

- Here will be parents and guests.

- Can they sit on the grass? It's better in the shade.

- I'll think about it.

- Where do I put this?

- Not now.

- Crocodile.

- I can see that.

- Here we'll hold the games.

- Like sack racing?

- That's right. From that spittoon to this lamp post. You're in charge.

- How about we come up with something new?

It's always the same: throwing balls, tossing rings, bobbing for apples...

Something new, you know. I'm sure we can manage!

- I'll think about it.

- Where do I put this?

- Not now!

- All right, so. Here we throw the balls.

Here we toss the rings.

And here... we bob for apples.

"For working life you must prepare:

study, build, invent and share!"

"Infection ward"

- What are you guys doing here?

- Come on, shoo, get lost!

- All right, all right!

- All right, time is tight. Let's begin. You there. Read.

- Why me?

- Because I said so.

- "How to hold a costume parade."

- Get to the point.

- The director... advances...

- Advances what?

- Can't see, it's faded.

- Hand it over.

- That circular looks really old.

- Old, yes. Obsolete, no.

I might add.

You know what I mean?

- The director announces... Announces!

"Attention, let the costume parade begin!"

- Attention! Let the costume parade begin!

Music!

- You got it!

- Get closer!

You, out of the way!

So there is no chaos tomorrow, we'll divide the square into sectors.

Children separately over here, and adults over there.

Slogan chanting can be done by the support staff.

All right... "children in costumes orderly proceed to the square."

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