Jacky in the Kingdom of Women (Jacky au royaume des filles)

Mush is all that humankind needs.

It energizes and purifies the body.

We need nothing more.

Plantums are pure.

They grow slowly in the earth.

Horsums eat plantums.

If we eat plantums what will horsums eat?

Do we really wish to see them starving to death,

victims of our impatience and boorishery?

We must no longer eat plantums.

We had the opportunity

to eat them in olden days,

but by our sins,

our evil thoughts,

we ate too many.

I love you!

One day

a poetess said: "How modest, simple and clear,

"the day I was dazzled. "

Gentlemen and ladies, here we are today

at the Grand Mushery Palace,

where the General will soon give her speech.

The Holy Mares.

Teardrops of innocence,

here to cover us in purity.

Bless us, Holy Mares.

Keep misfortune away.

Make our lives shine forth in sublimity and magnificence.

Here come the members of government.

Minister of the Economy, Minister of Armed Forces

and Minister of Horsums.

All of them here to listen to the General.

And this month's convicts

who of course will be executed during the ceremony.

Fewer and fewer each month.

The country is getting purer.

But still, quite a few.

And here comes

the Colonel, Bubunne XVII...

who waves to the cheering crowd

with her aide-de-camp, Zonia.

Ah, the Colonel...

Greatly cheered.

Greatly adored.

Here she comes at last,

the General...

our beloved General, Bubunne XVI...

Here she is.

Ever faithful to her post.

34 years of mutual love with her people.

First, a traditional poestry.

"O horsums who roam this land in freedom,

help the plebs,

graze their evil thoughts, O horsums...

help the plebs,

lessen their pain...

"Men, revolt!

"Resist the Bubunnic bitchures!"

This is blasphemery!

Blasphemery? Look in my bag.

I made them for you at the factory so you'd be handsome.

Undums!

My great mom.

I hate this dump. 4 more girls proposed to you.

- And so? - They can pay tons.

- And so? - So I said no.

I have heard foreign powers

who defend sleazery, dykery and sodomage

claim

that in the Popular and Democratic Republic of Bubunne...

men have no rights.

Taste this.

When I hear those lies, those feloneries,

I think of my mother

and my mother's mother

and my mother's mother's mother

and her mother

and her mother

and of the struggles

they endured

to uphold the simple teaching of Bubunne the First,

"Get married,

"eat your mush...

"and pray to horsums to purify your souls. "

Bitchure!

Dykery!

Your hair has licery.

I'll buy you some shampoonery.

Don't bother.

Believe me, it doesn't smell good.

After your lesson.

Yes, Mom.

Buy yourself a newveilery.

Families of the First Class...

families of the Pleberie,

it is with a heavy heart,

full of a special emotion,

that I speak to you today.

The Holy Mares spoke to me last night

and they said:

"General, if you want granddaughters,

"is it not time for you

"to let your daughter

"become the General?"

But beforehand,

she must choose her Big Dummy and get married.

So the Holy Mares said to me:

"It is time for you to prepare

"the Grand Bubunnery Ball

"for your daughter and every single man

"in the land. "

JACKY IN THE KINGDOM OF WOMEN

Holy horsum, speak to me. My soul is pure.

Graze my sins. Let the Colonel pick me.

Say I'm handsome enough to become Big Dummy.

Holy horsum, speak to me. My soul is pure.

Let the Colonel pick me.

I heard the horsum.

What?

I swear! He said who'll be Big Dummy.

What did he say?

That it will be you, Vergio. My big brother!

- It's you! - Oh, Bubunne!

Horsums know what humans cannot.

He said I'd find a girl there too...

How are you?

Hello, cousin. So Juto, having visions?

Lying is blasphemery.

I'm not lying.

How's it going?

Bubunne, fine.

Your mom, my aunt?

Bubunne, good.

Your mom and dads?

We're all bubunne. I won't ask about your dad.

He's in Horsum Land.

Peace to him in Holy Horsum prairie.

Bubunne.

Trying your luck at the Grand Bubunnery Ball?

- Sure. Not you? - Yes.

There's only one a century!

And he'll be chosen.

The Colonel chooses.

She'll pick me.

I hope so, horsums be willing.

Isn't Jacky hot?

I'm going to marry him.

He's mine!

Since Vergio is handsomer,

the Colonel will choose him and leave us Jacky.

I'll hook you up there.

Go graze elsewhere.

Jacky!

They're just kids.

Replacing your worn-out veilery?

They're ugly. Fine for you.

And this one?

Pretty fabric.

Gorgeous, but too expensive.

They are nice. I'll take one. Want one?

Sure. They're not too expensive.

One veilery for Vergio.

And one for Juto.

Try it on.

I'll they don't fit, we won't wear them.

Pencil and paper. I'm learning to write.

Rare for a boy.

So you write those tracts? About men killing women.

That really is blasphemery!

You?

Letters from readers.

A poem from Museau, by Vergio Pondina.

That's me.

"Ode to Night Horsum".

Cascades of your braids, eyes so wise

Your snout has clout

Your hoof is so aloof

Smiling, you're beguiling

Mom taught me to write.

She's proud I'm in the paper.

Don't look so glum.

You're my favorite.

The handsomest one of all.

I think of you every day.

That's nice.

Even in bed.

Blasphemery!

Take that box of hoofums to Mrs. Pruneau.

Bitch.

12 bubes.

12 bubes.

Mr. Jacky...

You mom turned me down again. It's annoying.

Because she won't marry me off. No idea why.

Why not my daughter? She has a bike. Not many girls do.

Don't come every day

if you don't like her.

I could eat you up.

Me too, but it's time to go. Leave me, cousin.

When will I see you?