Zappa Page #2

We lost track of the time.

Can I help you?

My lord, are you okay?

No, there must be something wrong with that potato.

Absolutely not.

You mean you can do that with

all sorts of bottles?

Yes, all kinds.

- Well, I'll be darned!

- Here, try it yourself. - No, no, I couldn't.

- Take a look. I can't do that kind of thing.

I'm going to bed now. Good night.

So, that was that.

I think I can say we covered what we were supposed to.

At least, most of us did.

But you should know that next year...

...you'll have to really pull it together,

because the demands will be greater.

- Have a nice vacation!

- You too, sir.

Step right this way. Place your bets.

A winner almost every time.

- Who's that for?

- A grandchild, right? Let's see what you got.

That's really nice,and almost the same color too.

What have you done with Sten?

I didn't think you could live without him.

Play "The Cold Shoulder."

Okay.

And that one.

There you are. Like a glider.

- Gosh!

- A real work of art.

Yes, the law of gravity

has been suspended.

- You used chewing gum.

- You think so? No, let me try.

- Now watch.

Step right this way, ladies and gentlemen.

Place your bets.

Look at all the fine prizes

you can win.

Step right this way.

Last chance to place your bets.

- Number 15 for me.

- Number 15.

Now let's see who the lucky one is.

It's number 15!

Take your choice from the top shelf.

Yes, you, young man.

What would you like?

Look, I won a Moroccan cushion.

What the hell are you gonna use that for?

To put my feet on.

If you don't give it to me,

I'll come up and get it!

- You just stay there.

- It's for my mother!

Quiet, Mulle. No reason to raise a racket.

You don't wanna get kicked out of the gang, do you?

I don't think it's fair.

I just won it.

My mom always wanted one like that,

and now you've taken it.

Come on, Mulle. Don't start with that.

If you really want it so bad...

It's my cushion, for Christ's sake!

Nope. Right now it's the gang's.

But if you eat this...

Take a look, Mulle.

How can I eat that?

You wanna be in the gang, right, Mulle?

Sh*t, man.

You want your cushion, right?

Be a man.

Open your mouth.

That's it.

Swallow it. The whole thing.

Mulle!

That's disgusting!

Mulle won a Moroccan cushion.

Mulle, wait.

- What is it?

- Where are you going?

Bjrn and me are gonna get some ice cream.

- I don't give a sh*t.

- Yes, you do, Mulle. Come on.

Mulle!

You're too much.

Mulle, can't you take a little joke?

Bjrn!

Are you coming, Bjrn?

She earns a lot of bread, the candy lady.

Even gets to eat all the ice cream she wants.

Imagine all that money.

Where do you think she hides it?

Probably buries it.

Every night after closing up shop,

she rides home on her bike with all the money.

She just needs a little push on her bike.

Then the money's ours.

Wouldn't it be nice to have

a little fun with that money?

I was thinking of a

little boat trip to Sweden.

- How does that sound, Mulle?

- A boat to Sweden?

Yes, but we need some

bread to have fun, right?

I'm just taking

a little fish food, Dad

It's a cinch.

Don't you see?

Just make her fall off her bike

and the money's ours.

Who's gonna push her?

Mulle, of course.

You want to do it yourself?

- No, but Mulle...

- Stop it.

It's just the job for Mulle.

Which one shall it be?

What are you doing?

Looking for the right one.

Doesn't it eat ordinary fish food?

-Zappa? You must be off your rocker.

He needs live food.

Good thing I'm not a guppy.

Look how still he is.

As if he didn't give a sh*t.

Now he's perked up,

but it's too late.

Zappa . . . Zappa. . .

are you hungry?

Are you afraid of him?

Of who?

Zappa.

Come on, Zappa.

Zappa!

You'll have to explain everything to him

so we're sure he understands.

Me?

Yes, you're the best at it.

I was just thinking that...

it could be dangerous.

Relax, Bjrn.

You're forgetting one thing.

We're in this together. Got it?

Sure.

Everybody has a part to play.

- Is Mulle at home?

- Come in.

- Come in. Sit down, but be quiet.

- I'm going over to see Grandpa.

- I'll be back at dinner time.

- Okay.

Nice, Gogge. One more time.

Up on the finger. Come on.

I'm not playing with him,

if that's what you think. I'm training him

to walk across my hand.

Mulle...

Isn't he silly?

Remember what we talked about with Sten?

About the candy lady and the trip to Sweden?

Have you thought about it?

So whaddya say?

- She's got feelings too.

- Nothing's gonna happen.

I just don't like it.

All you have to do is bang into her by accident.

We'll take care of the rest.

But why me?

Hell, we're in this together.

Everybody has a part to play.

Get rid of that cardboard.

- Why are we going this way?

- Just be quiet.

-Hi.

-Hi.You're going abroad?

Just to Sweden.To all the mosquitoes.

My pop has rented a cottage

We're going over to buy candy.

Cut it out!

Of course we had to go this way!

Have a nice vacation.

Have a nice vacation.

Why can't you be quiet, you ape?

Cool it or I'll smack you one.

Two licorice sticks.

Five Zulus.

Five Pirates.

And a cream puff with coconut.

Hold it. You've already spent two kroner and ten re.

-Hva s?

-Du fr skylde meg tiren.

I owe you 10 re already, I think.

That's okay. Here.

And what do you want?

Don't you want anything?

He can't be serious.

But he said so.

Like hell he's got a stomachache!

His mom said so too.

He's too much.

He knew we were gonna have a meeting.

Poor Bjrn. Come on!

- Where are we going?

- Just come on.

Jesus, Sten!

He loves that bike.

He does? So much the better.

Kick in the spokes. Kick 'em in, man!

Kick it hard, you moron!

That's for having a stomachache!

Is the tire flat?

We can fix it up right away, Bjrn.

We've got tools in there.

Shall we do it now?

The handlebar's no sweat.

Can I have a ride, Mulle?

That'll be 12.75, please.

Don't you have anything smaller? Hurry up. People are waiting.

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fnf.

That's not enough, not at all, Bjrn

Yes, it is.

Then it goes down again.

Listen, stop this childish nonsense.

Yours doesn't even stand up.

- If you get... A real awful one.

A real hard-on in the middle of phys ed.

Then you count to ten in German.

- Don't interrupt. That's not enough.

- Then what?

Just think of Miss Buddenschn.

Imagine the home economics teacher without clothes.

Yuk!

I bet her ass is blue.

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fnf and Miss Buddenschn.

If you two could pull it together,

there's two Swedish chicks right over there.

One of them's got

the biggest b*obs in Europe.

Where?

Don't you know where the b*obs are?

Oh, the ones in the checkered pants?

- Don't talk so loud.

- Two Swedish hookers.

I bet they've been shaved.

I've got some friends.

You wanna dance?

You're not old enough for that.

We're eighteen.

You don't even have hair on your dick.

No, but I've got a hairy ass.

Okay.

Three stouts and two soda pops.

I knew it right away.

You did not.

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