War of the Buttons (La guerre des boutons) (La Guerre des boutons)

THE WAR OF THE BUTTONS

WITH A GROUP OF CHILDREN (and their parents...)

Sir! Do you want to buy stamps to help people with tuberculosis?

Help people recover from tuberculosis!

It's for cancer!

You boys from Longeverne are not very fast.

The boys from Velrans already sold me two stamp booklets.

And that was at least an hour ago.

Two? Why did you buy them? You come from Longeverne, don’t you?

Because the sick cannot wait.

You don’t joke with illness, you know?

Watch out!

Everything is fine as long as you are healthy.

But when you are sick...

You don’t joke with illness.

Everything is fine as long as you are healthy.

But when your health declines, you cannot joke with illness.

Who are we going to attack now?

The priest! He cannot let us down. Father!

Do you want some stamps? - It’s for a good cause!

Damn! He already has one too!

Besides, because of him we missed Nestor.

Let’s run after him! He must push his bike uphill.

How dare you sell me stamps?

I’ll show you what I think of that!

You idiots from Velrans! He is our postman, not yours.

We can forget the priest, but Nestor is ours.

You cannot sell stamps to him.

Nestor? From Longeverne? He belongs to all of France.

That’s right! Nobody owns him. - And don’t you dare call us idiots again.

Idiots! Idiots! - Thieves! Postman thieves!

You people from Longeverne have soft balls!

What does that mean?

Everyone in Longeverne has soft balls!

Get lost!

Hurry up, losers!

I’m going to tell...

I’m going to tell Lebraque. - Boys, the first bell is ringing!

I thought he said “snowballs.”

Hi, Gibus. - Hi.

I knew I shouldn’t have gone. - What happened?

The Velrans idiots ambushed us.

They threw stones at us.

Then they said we were snowballs.

They didn’t say that. - So what did they call us then?

What names? What names?

Well, we didn’t really understand.

Let’s ask Lebraque. - Yes!

What names? What names? Tell me!

Stamp sale to raise funds for the fight against tuberculosis.

There are the Gibus brothers.

What happened?

What do you want?

So what do you want?

Sir, are there bad words that contain “soft”?

Why are you asking me that?

I don’t know any bad words.

Nonsense!

Come on, what is the worst bad word with “soft” in it?

“Balls,” you know, everyone has them. But why “soft”?

We don’t care, but we need to find out if it’s dirty.

Even the teacher doesn’t know what it means.

You idiot! Did you ask him? - Yes, but not to his face.

Hey, you’re clever, little Gibus.

Move aside.

Hey, Gaston, come here.

Where is your father? - Over there.

Call your father “soft balls.”

Then he’ll give you candy. - Do I have to give them to you?

Alright, you can keep them. Go and don’t forget it!

Soft balls, soft balls, soft balls.

Dad! Dad! Dad!

Alright, sit down.

Done counting, Lacrique?

Yes, sir, it’s a piece of cake.

Hey, Camus, has he come out yet? - No.

Groucoulard: nothing sold. Kuifje: nothing sold. Camus: one sold.

That’s an odd number. - Boulon.

There he is!

Everyone to your seats. Camus, sit down!

Lebraque!

Tonight we will show the Velrans...

that we have soft balls.

Come on boys. - We ran quite a lot.

Did you bring the chalk? - My pockets are full.

Boys, boys! Wait for me!

Sorry, my parents won’t let me go without him.

You look really stupid. Let’s go.

Why don’t we go by the road?

The rabbit path is faster. - No, we’ll tear our pants.

Just do like everyone else, I’m the boss.

I didn’t say I wasn’t coming.

But if you want a boss, you have to vote for one.

You’re joking.

Who knows anything about ranks? - I do! Captain. That’s a high one.

I know someone who is a sergeant. He is smart. He finished grade 7.

Yes, but the best is to be a first-class soldier.

So that means there are second-class soldiers...

and also soldiers of the "freight class". - Do we vote or choose our rank?

Let's choose. I am a second-rate colonel.

Better yet, a locomotive colonel or a baggage wagon colonel.

You're really starting to annoy us. - But we need leaders.

You know, in real life the boss is the one with the biggest sausage.

Just look at dogs... and goats... and rams... and foxes.

It's always the same.

Come on, take your shoes off. - What are we going to do?

You'll see.

You go first.

Who? Me?

He won't pay attention to a child with a milk can.

He'll go back inside.

What do I say? - Nothing, just walk past him.

Are you a colonel or what? Just follow the orders.

I knew I shouldn't have gone.

Are you making the dogs bark?

It's my brother! What are we going to do now?

Come on, little one.

Sit here.

Have you lost your tongue? - He must have been startled.

You scared him so much. You're always shouting.

I wasn't shouting, I was talking. - You should have kept your mouth shut.

Hello, kid. If I stay silent, he won't talk.

You scared him.

Let's give him a little sip... We can't leave him like this.

Soft balls.

A little sip of Calvados never hurt anyone.

That'll make you run like a lapwing, you'll see.

Yes. - That's it.

Soft balls.

He's with the Laztecs. - We have to go.

Go stand at the corner and watch.

Give me the chalk.

Stay with me, Lacrique, in case I write something the wrong way.

Are you feeling better yet?

What is he saying?

What are you saying, what do you mean? - I... I spilled my milk.

He's just angry about his milk.

It's only half a liter of milk. We'll give you some.

We'll give you some.

Henri, go fill his bucket. - What?

I'm doing my homework.

I told you to get milk. - I don't want to help him.

Well, we'll see about that. Go now.

Alright. Alright.

Keep going, make even more noise.

That was good. - Do you like it?

Put a "5" there.

Careful, a car is coming. - Okay.

ALL VELRANS ARE CREEPS

We showed them. - Yes, and good luck wiping that off!

My little brother! I've lost him.

Good night, my good people.

My pants are about to burst at the seams.

He's learning fast, huh?

He's drunk as a beetle.

Hey, little Gibus! - Did you empty their cellar?

My pants are about to burst at the seams.

If this keeps going, you'll see my...

Quiet. We're fishing.

Your umbrella, little Gibus.

Quick.

Give me the worms.

Is that enough? - Yes.

Look, I can see myself.

Do the fish see the real me...

or do they see me like this? - What does it matter?

Because if they see me like this, they'll be scared.

The Velrans! - Show yourselves!

Creeps, losers, pigs.

Here I am. You don't need to shout like that, fart.

Show your face. - Come on, come here.

We don't need to come closer, I can smell your rotten stench from here.

Your sister is... My sister pees on your head.

Is there something wrong with that?

Your parents can't pay their mortgage!

Mortgage yourself!

Are you going to fight us or what?

Do you think you can beat us?

Wait, tomorrow we'll get you, Velrans creeps.

You'll be kicked in the backside by the soft balls of Longeverne.

Everyone, take cover behind the umbrella!

Bastards. - That's not fair.

Let's go! It's Mr. Schaefer! He's as blind as a mole!

Camus, take the oars. - Hide, little Gibus.

And you, Boulon, get lost!

Ready!

So did you find out how much a pound of apples costs?

Yes, it's 150,000 francs...

comma 3333 and some change.

So, are we at war?

Why does he go to our toilet? - Why doesn't he use his own?

"General mobilization. To hell with the Velrans!"

To hell with the Velrans!

Are you crazy or something?

To hell with the Velrans! - Has anyone seen my glasses?

Wait. Let's hide here and take a few prisoners.

Degalle! Migue of the moon! Grab Lebraque!

Ready, boys? I've got one.

Text 201 Hooray, we have Migue The Moon!

You are dead as a doornail. - You are trapped like a rat.