Young Jonsson Gang Showing Off

34,361 minutes.

What do you mean? 34,361 minutes?

Yeah, what 34,361 minutes?

Our summer vacation so far. And we've done nothing yet!

-Let's go for a swim. -No, let's buy ice-cream. I like that.

-Have you got any money? -I haven't got a nickel!

-We've just been staying in the hut. -Yeah, but the hut is nice.

-Quiet! It'll happen soon now. -What's gonna happen, Sickan?

-A funfair! How did you know? -Charles-Ingvar knows everything.

-Right? -It was in yesterday's paper.

-Don't you ever read a paper? -No.

We're on vacation.

Welcome to Funfair Max. We'll give you everything. Joy!

Excitement!

If you help out at the funfair you'll get a free ticket.

Did you hear that? A free ticket!

Love.

You'll see things disappear in front of your eyes.

You'll see the living cannon-ball.

Swords will be swallowed.

But above all… come and take part in our big talent show.

Challenge our performers! Take a chance and win!

One, two, three, four…

Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Morgan Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, Morgan!

-Thanks for the funfair, Dad. -Now, listen…

An Wall-Enberg doesn't run and he doesn't cuddle.

And the funfair isn't for you. They are hiring my land.

I get a free ticket?

We don't mix with loud vagrants and pickpockets.

-And they stink! -But it's my birthday!

There'll be no funfair for you. But I've got a little present.

Junior! Behave yourself!

Happy birthday, Junior!

What a lovely little pig Dad gave you!

A little pig for a little pig.

Let's give Junior a cheer! Hip, hip, hurrah!

Well…

Hurrah, hurrah!

Here. Money for your land.

Maybe we'll see Director Wall-Enberg perform in the talent show on Saturday.

Well, I'm not very fond of such larks. Actually… No.

But, Oskar, I hear you in the shower every morning.

Oh, I see. The Director is a little songbird as well.

Well, yes. I never sing out of tune.

-Maybe we can count on you, then? -Well, we'll see about that.

Well then, if you'd be so kind to leave…

-Are you interested in art? -Yes, very much so!

I have the honor of inaugurating our new art museum tomorrow night.

-So you've got a small art collection? -Well, nothing special.

But, dear Oskar! You've spent a lot of money on our art.

Art is just great!

-Personally I prefer… blue. -That's right.

-Or pink. -Pink is nice, too.

Well, Lillian, I think they'd like to go now.

-Let's sing for Junior. -Yes.

Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Junior Happy birthday to you

FUNFAIR

Get it up!

Here you are. Free tickets. But get a move on! More balloons!

Don't doze off! Here are the tickets. Now, hurry up!

Anything we can do? We'd like tickets, too.

-I'm sorry. No more hands required! -We're brilliant. Tell us what to do.

-We're brilliant! -I don't need any more help. Run off!

If only Sickan was here…

We'll fix it. Come on, Harry.

Grab hold!

-What are you up to? -We'd better split!

-What about the tickets? -Come on, Harry!

Stop!

We can practice in peace here.

-What are you doing, grandpa? -We're preparing for the talent show.

-We'll do some rock'n'roll. -No, we agreed on jazz.

No, we said we'll do a hit song.

Can I have one krona for the funfair?

Here you are.

That's only five öre!

After our triumph, we'll make an evening of it!

You can't even agree on what to play.

But you promised…

-I've got a plan. -Did you hear that, Ragnar? A plan.

Of course he has a plan.

We'll enjoy ourselves no end the whole week.

More fun and games for us than anyone else in Wall-Entuna.

Watch out!

Great, isn't it, Sickan?

Thanks. And you've got a ticket, too.

Now what?!

You can't sneak in like that.

Pay or get lost!

-My dad owns the land. -So what?! Get lost!

Arrow.

Arrow.

-Bucket. -Bucket.

-Bulldozer. -Bulldozer.

-What do I do if someone comes? -Howl like a wolf.

TICKETS

A ticket, please.

Just a moment.

I'd like some information about the merry-go-round. Six or nine turns?

My doctor says I can't take more than nine.

-Nine turns? -It's to do with my sense of balance.

If it's nine turns I want a ticket. If it's six, I want a ticket and a half.

A ticket and a half?

I don't know how many turns…

Hi!

-What's wrong? -I've got bellyache.

-Have you eaten something strange? -Yes.

-Did you go on the merry-go-round? -Yes.

I'd like to go, too.

But Mom says I can't. Wall-Enberg raised her rent so we've got to save.

-I can treat you. -You can?!

Not today, but… tomorrow.

So you don't know how many turns?

-You have to get in line. -Get in line? Never!

I always faint in a crowd. My doctor says I must avoid standing in line.

-What's the rope for? -This one?

Nothing. It's just a rope.

-Get to the point! -I need this piece of information!

You don't want me to be sick, do you? A guy in his best shoes…

I've got no time for this. You'll have to get in line like everyone else.

Then it'll be your responsibility. If I faint…

What an annoying guy! No sympathy for our little chat.

I have to go now.

-Have you got a boyfriend? -Come back in a few years.

-Is there anyone up there? -Not that I know of.

Now what…?

-My belly is really bad. -Harry!

-Charles-Ingvar? -Charles-Ingvar… Hi!

-What are you doing up on the roof? -It's a nice view from up there.

You've got to see if it's worth the cost.

-See you tomorrow. -At five o'clock sharp.

You stupid juice-drinking idiot!

You nearly destroyed my brilliant plan.

-These are only halves! -Of course.

TICKET FUNFAIR

-Perfect. -Let's celebrate with some juice.

Tomorrow we'll try the merry-go-round.

Don't hesitate! Buy your tickets now!

In 20 minutes the tightrope walker will walk on the tightrope.

Five meters up in the air!

After that we'll have some laughs with the clown…

-We must hurry… -We've got the whole night.

-Yes, but Doris is waiting. -Doris?!

-She's wonderful, isn't she? -Sure, but what is she waiting for?

I said I'd treat her to the funfair.

So you promised her our tickets?! The fruits of my brilliant plan!

No! No fruit. Just the ticket and the merry-go-round.

-The merry-go-round?! -Come on!

We've got plenty of tickets. And Harry can use some of his.

Do you want your fortune told? Our fortune-telleris here for you.

She'll tell you everything, so come in!

So Sickan is out with his playmates…

-Charles-Ingvar. -Charles-Ingvar.

Charles… Ow!

-What's that? -Nothing.

Behind your back.

Other hand…

Show both hands.

Show me your hands!

-What's this…? -Tickets for the funfair!

Give them back!

They're mine!

Let go of me!

They're mine!

Let go of me.

The director wants you to change for the inauguration tonight.

-But… -No buts! Get in!

No one steals from Charles-Ingvar Jönsson without getting punished.

Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

-I can't come. -What do you mean?

This is your father's big night. He wants all three of you there.

You know my lucky number is three. You three bring me luck. Let's go.

Sickan is waiting for us at Wall-Enberg's place.

Get a move on!

"Forgive me for not coming to our date."

"I've got something to 'fiks' tonight at Wall-Enberg's place. Harry."

-Who are you writing to? -Doris.

You'll expose us. You can't give her that.

By the way, "fiks" is spelt with "ck."

Come on, Harry, Sickan is waiting.

It's a great honor for me…

…a simple art lover, to inaugurate Wall-Enberg's art mus…

Sorry, Wall-Entuna's art museum.

A room for the soul taking us away

from the material world we live in.

Well, with these words…

…I hereby declare Wall-Entuna's art museum…

-Inaugurated. -Sorry?

Inaugurated.

Inaugurated.

The museum is equipped with a unique alarm system,

invented by Sigvard Jönsson from Wall-Entuna.

Please…

Mr. Jönsson will now demonstrate the alarm system.

Switch off the lights, please.