The Children of Noisy Village (Alla vi barn i Bullerbyn)

Lisa!

* That's me, Lisa. I live in Bullerby village, on North Farm. *

* And those are my brothers, Lasse and Bosse. *

Come on! Hurry up, the photographer's here!

* I don't have any sisters, but Britta and Anna are my friends. *

* They live in Bullerby, too. *

Hello, Grandpa.

* Today is Grandpa's birthday. We all call him Grandpa in Bullerby. *

~ Olle? Come here, Olle! ~ Coming!

* Olle lives on South Farm with his little sister, Kerstin. *

* There are not a lot of children in Bullerby, but there are enough. *

* And we have our mothers and fathers here, too, of course. *

* And animals. We have lots of animals in Bullerby. *

Agda, we're going to have our photo taken.

Are we?

I'll go and get Oskar.

* Agda is our maid, and Oskar is our farm hand. *

They said that we can be in the photo, too!

* That's all of us who live in Bullerby. *

Let's go. They're waiting for us!

~ Get a little closer together. ~ You're not in the picture, Oskar!

All right, everyone look at my hand. Nobody move. It's very important.

* And nobody moved. Anna, Britta... *

*...Olle, Bosse... *

*...Lasse... and me, Lisa. *

Is everybody ready? Let's see your happiest smile.

And... don't move!

* We took this picture on Grandpa's 80th birthday. *

* All the children in Bullerby go to school. *

* It's a good school, especially when it is closed for the summer! *

Have a great summer, all of you!

Hello! If it isn't the fine children of Bullerby.

* Our storekeeper... he's nice. And talks kind of funny. *

Why do we have to walk on the road? Who made up that rule anyway?

~ Oh, grownups, I imagine. ~ I'm sure you're right.

* Mummy always wonders why it takes twice as long to get home from school as it does to get there. *

* But that's not so strange... *

~ Are those clothes sitting on top of that fence? ~ No, I'm a finch, can't you see, Oskar? I can fly.

~ If you're a finch, so are we. ~ Where's Lasse going? ~ Come over here! Anyone who touches the ground is dead!

~ Ha! ha! You're dead! ~ No, I'm not!

~ Now you're dead!

* This is the shoemaker's house. His name is Mr. Kind. *

Shut up, dog! You've had more than enough to eat.

Good day, sir!

* Mr. Kind is not very kind. Not in the least. *

Hello, dog.

If you were tied up like that, wouldn't you be angry all the time?

~ Come on! ~ Let's go!

~ Oh, it's so dusty!

~ Dusty? So what. You'd never say, Oh, there's too much sunshine.

He's right. Why should we like it when the birds sing or it's sunny, but not...

* It's strange that there are things we're supposed to like, and things we're not supposed to like. *

* So we decided to like the things we're not supposed to. *

* Lasse calls the first night of our summer holiday the 'big fishing night'. *

* We always go to North Pond to fish. *

~ Got one! ~ Hmmpf. Some big fishing night.

This one is so tiny. Not even the cat would want that one.

~ It's about time! ~ Lasse and I can give you lessons in fishing.

If we have time!

~ Hey, give me a worm! ~ Ugggh, the sun is shining!

Ugggh, the birds are singing!

~ Oh, another mosquito. ~ How many bites have you got? ~ Dunno, let's see. One, two,...

~ Look at this one! ~ The fish are really biting.

~...six, seven, eight... ~ I've got 14 bites on my right leg, and four on my left.

~ I've got 8 bites on this leg.

~ Who wins? ~ Oh, I don't feel like counting.

I don't want to count on our summer holiday.

Oh! Where are you going? Come back!

Go on, pull!

Ugh, your clothes are covered in dust. What on earth were you doing?

Ugh? I love dust!

...died in her home in north village. The entire community mourns her passing...

* Britta, Anna, and I take turns reading the newspaper to Grandpa. His eyes are so bad. *

* We read about who has died, and who is having his 50th birthday, and about all the accidents. *

* We even read the ads to him. *

Mrs. Olsen will be buried in the grave next to her husband in the north village church yard...

Where did you say that was?

Come on, boys, it's time.

Are you coming too, girls?

~ Coming! ~ Hurry up!

Climb aboard!

~ You're too little, Kerstin! ~ When you're older.

* We're going to Johan the miller, with our rye. *

* Daddy doesn't mind at all when we go. *

* Our mare is smarter than all the children in the village put together. *

Come help me feed the chickens.

Everybody off!

Be careful! Don't get too close!

* The mill is such an exciting place. It's beautiful, but a little scary. *

~ Look there! ~ Can you imagine getting caught in it?

Pass along a sack!

~ Up! ~ There's supposed to be a troll living here. His name is Nack.

~ Yeah, right! ~ It's true. Johan says so, and he should know better than you, Olle.

Well, Johan is a little funny in the head.

And he says that elves dance in the night, too.

~ He says a lot of things. They're just silly stories. ~ You don't believe in elves, Olle? ~ No.

Johan! Olle says your stories about Nack aren't true!

Yes, it's as true as I'm standing here now. I've seen and heard Nack lots of times.

~ So it's true that Nack comes to the mill? ~ Is he a ghost? A spectre?

One thing for certain, he's not human, but he can play that fiddle of his.

~ See, Olle? ~ Anyway, I don't believe in him.

Well I do!

Johan? Johan, can you show us where he sits when he plays his fiddle?

Certainly. Just follow me. C'mon.

There, on that big rock, you see? That's where he sits all night.

His music is sad all of the time. It's really a shame.

He'll never be allowed to go up to heaven.

~ But you will, won't you, Johan? ~ Oh yes. I'll get there.

~ Guess where I've decided to go this evening. - No idea.

To see Nack the troll.

You're crazy. You really are.

Anyone want to come along?

~ Bah, you're all scared, aren't you? ~ No!

~ Aw, there's no Nack. ~ Would you come with me? ~ I don't know!

It really doesn't matter. I'll just go alone if you're afraid.

* All of us wanted to go, of course. Even Olle. *

* But I wondered what Mummy and Daddy would say if we went out in the middle of the night. *

Lisa, wake up...

~ Hurry, we're waiting for you. ~ I'm coming! ~ She's coming!

~ Where's Olle? Did anyone wake Olle up? ~ No.

Come on! Let's go, Olle.

~ Hurry up! ~ Wait!

Run!

I tripped on the stair! Lucky I didn't wake up Papa.

~ Oh, I'm getting scared! ~ I told you, there's no troll. ~ We'll find out very soon.

~ I'll go and look. ~ I'll go with you. ~ Wait a second!

We don't all have to go. You wait here and I'll yell if I see him, okay?

~ What if he's not there? ~ Then I won't yell. Just count slowly to 100 and if I don't yell, then you can come.

But be very quiet or you'll scare him away.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,...

...7, 8, 9, 10, 11...

52... 53... 54...

55... 56...

98... 99... 100.

I've got butterflies in my stomach.

He didn't yell, huh?

We'd better get going.

~ I'm scared! ~ Aw, there's no Nack.

Look, there he is.

Oh, where's Lasse?

The big bad Nack, sits on his rock, and frightens stupid children.

Not funny!

You were all so very scared!

I wasn't afraid.

Easy. Sit down, Svipp. I'm just going to the shoemaker's with Mama's shoes.

Look at what I've brought for you. A nice bone.

Don't forget to pick up Agda's shoes! - Don't worry, I won't.

I promised we'd bring them home.

You go ahead to the meadow... I'll be right there.

~ Good day. ~ Good day. ~ I've brought my mum's shoes to be fixed. They need new soles.

She needs them before Sunday.

We'll see about that.

~ I also came to pick up Agda's shoes, please. ~ Which ones are Agda's?

~ Those are hers up there. ~ Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?

~ If there is another Agda with shoes here, why don't you give me those, too? ~ Take them and get out of here!

Thanks.

There, there, Svipp. Good doggie!

Hurry up, Olle!

We're shipwrecked on a desert island!

* The meadow behind the shoemaker's cottage is always flooded in Spring and early Summer. *

* That's when it's really fun to play there. *

At last! Land!

~ We made it! ~ Land!

Take them, Lasse.

My hearty crew... all is lost!

Oh, we shall die on this island. There is not a drop of water.

You're crazy, Lasse. Look around. The meadow is full of water.

Stupid... this is a desert island! There is nothing here but salt water.

~ You know what happens when you drink salt water. ~ No, what?

It makes you very sick. I mean, crazy in the head! What are you doing, Olle?

* Lasse said to stay away from the ocean, and that he would shoot anyone... *

* who drank salt water, because he didn't want a gang of crazy kids on the island. *

It's too late for Olle. I've got to shoot him.

~ No! ~ Please, please, try to follow my example. Be brave in action!

Be brave, me hearties! We can make it!

Hey, I see a ship out there.

~ We'd better shout for help. ~ I don't think we'll be rescued for years, but we can shout all the same.

Help! Help!

~ Help! Help! ~ Rescue us!

What in God's name are you doing out there?

So you're stuck, are you?

Bah! You got there on your own and you can get back on your own.

Why don't you kids just stay at home. Next time I see you around here, do you know what will happen?

I'll send my dog after you, so you'd better watch out if you know what's good for you.

That shoemaker really hates everybody!

Yeah, the pigs on the farms are a lot smarter than he is.

Hey, Lasse, where are Agda's shoes?

~ Shoot! I forgot them. ~ You didn't! ~ What's wrong?

I dropped Agda's shoes back there. Who'll come back with me to get them?

* Lasse said it wasn't an island anymore. Now it was a pirate ship, with a valuable treasure on board. *

* What he meant was Agda's shoes. *

* Our job was to take the treasure away from the pirates, because we were pirates, too. *

~ Fight those pirates! ~ Take no quarter!

Come on!

~ I found the treasure! ~ Hurrah!

~ Get away from there! ~ Oh boy, this looks like trouble.

Go on, beat it!

~ Get away from there! I'm warning you! ~ Hey, wait for me!

Go on! I'll sic my dog on you!

Come on, then, out you go. Out.