Oink (Knor)

I really wonder about the result of this...

I really wonder what today's result will be.

Such great sausages.

I've seen lots of sausages where I think: Oh, delicious.

I'm really looking forward to today. Great sausages...

I didn't have a lot of breakfast so I can eat more sausages. Understand?

It's so much fun.

Hello, my name is Freddy Willekes.

I'm in Moppel at the King Sausage Contest...

organized by the society for meat products from fresh pigs.

That sounds tasty, doesn't it?

This year it's gonna be very exciting again because we're really anxious to know:

Who's going to be this year's King Sausage?

The big moment has arrived.

There are only two butchers left.

The jury doesn't judge on taste alone, the appearance and cooking count as well.

Yeah, these sausages seem to go down well.

The last sausages...

What is this?

Rat's tails!

Rat's tails! The sausages are full of rat's tails.

But that's impossible! I made those sausages myself!

You dirty scoundrel! You put those rat's tails in my sausages!

Whatever gave you that idea? - You cheat.

Things are getting completely out of hand.

Stop it! You are both disqualified. For the next 25 years!

Never before, ladies and gentlemen, not once in all those 75 years...

has anything like this happened. This is appalling.

This means that these two butchers are banned from competition...

until the 100th edition, you hear it right...

the 100th King Sausage of the Century!

OINK

WHO WILL BE KING SAUSAGE OF THE CENTURY? 100TH EDITION

Have we got eggs? - Yes, check.

Milk. - Check.

Flour. - Check.

Syrup, let's see.

Yes, check.

Icing sugar. - Check.

Are we missing anything?

Sausages. - With pancakes?

Best combination there is! - Why? I'm a vegetarian!

You don't have to eat them, do you?

Babs? - How sweet.

I want one for my birthday!

Bye, sweet doggie.

I'll race you to the butcher's.

Tijn, wait. - No.

I'm faster. - No way.

Am too.

Sorry, ma'am. - Careful!

Sorry. - Go the sidewalk!

Told you.

Who will be king sausage of the century?

Who would want to turn cute little piggies into sausages?

Duh, a butcher, maybe?

This is madness! All those dead animals lying there?!

Hello, children. How can I help you?

Stop this crue... - Four pork sausages, please.

Good choice. I'll grind fresh ones for you.

No, don't. We don't want your freshly-ground dead animals.

Here you are, lovely children.

Thank you, I'll give them a decent burial.

Babs, stop acting so...

What? My trophy.

You... - Run!

Hey, wait! Come back, you!

Hurry!

Come here! I'll put you in the meat grinder.

Watch it.

This way!

This is a good exercise, people.

Stay in line! Stay in line!

I think we lost him.

Got it, this is mine now!

My skateboard!

Back, run. - Stay here, rascals.

Go to your owner.

What are they up to? - I haven't got a clue. In their cabin.

They want to sleep there and cook.

So, what do they cook? - I'd rather not know.

There, some extra vitamins. Eat them, OK?

Yeah, yeah. Bye now, darling.

Another word for storm? Let me see...

Hurricane! - Yes...

No, it should have seven letters, hurricane has nine.

In that case I can't help. Ciao!

No, that's... No.

What? Mr. Tuitjes?

Hey, Tijn, do you think he can find us here?

Of course not. He doesn't know where you live. - You never know.

...see how it's here, because there...

Who is that? - Is it butcher Smak?

It was terrible.

No, some old cowboy.

And worse. And then a huge storm arrived...

that blew my house to pieces.

It was a real tornado. - Yes, that's it. Tornado.

Is Margreet not at home?

That's odd, she was here just a minute ago. Greetje?

Greetje? Greetje?

I'm not here.

Oh, come on, Greetje, you can't do that. He's your...

Yes, I know who he is! - Margreet!

There you are.

You were hiding in the cucumbers. Why?

Who is that man?

I don't know...

So, I was wondering...

if I could stay here for a while.

As the saying goes: A family in the hand is worth two storms in the sky.

I don't have a spare room. Can't you stay in a hotel?

Or in that lovely little cabin.

This looks just perfect.

Wait a minute.

This happens to be our cabin. No one can come in here just like that.

Not even your dear old grandpa?

Grandpa? - Yes.

Babs, meet your grandpa Tuitjes.

From America? - The one and only. Alive and kicking!

Unbelievable... - Greetje...

What smells so good?

Fine pancake by the look of it. Something is missing, though.

A nice, juicy sausage.

This is ridiculous.

I wonder what's inside that heavy suitcase.

A big secret, I bet.

And we're gonna find out what it is.

Put this away.

And this one like that.

There, that looks a lot cosier.

Beat it, children. I'm taking a shower.

The nerve! To take our cabin like that. - As if it's his cabin.

He is your grandpa, you know.

That man isn't my grandpa all of a sudden! - That's what I just said!

What are you doing in my garden?

Removing slugs. They're eating everything!

Oh, that's nice, sweeties.

What's wrong? - Nothing.

Big sausage, fat sausage, juicy sausage, spicy sausage, farmer sausage...

This is absurd.

Tornado, tornado... He's on our doorstep, as if nothing had happened!

Babs's birthday wish list

I don't know either.

Maybe he wants to make amends. - Make amends? The nerve!

Fried sausage, grilled sausage, blood sausage

Sausages are my paradise.

Now grandpa will sleep nicely, don't you think so?

But hurry up. - I will.

This is from our own garden. It's mashed cauliflower.

It's healthier than potatoes.

Is the meat still in the oven? - No meat allowed in this house.

Care to know why? - Well...

I'd like to know.

Because eating animals is barbaric.

Has it ever occurred to you that they're kept in tiny cages?

Or that they're stuffed with hormones just to get you a bigger steak on your plate?

And I haven't even mentioned the chickens...

Greetje dear, I think your father got the message.

Of course. As the saying goes:

An honourable man eats as many seasonal veggies as he can.

Oh, my God.

That's a lovely painting. Who painted it?

Well, that's a real... - Mahobie.

Bought it at an auction.

And that nice vase? Also from an auction?

No, that's Margreet's hobby. She made it herself.

Well done, Margreet.

Yes, she started doing that as a therapy, but then she...

And a good cook as well, Margreet. Delicious, right Babs?

I can't see anything. Is he in bed already?

There he is.

Just wait till he's gonna sleep in his slimy bed.

What a mess. - He can stay in my room, can't he?

I'm not going to discuss it any further.

But the cabin is ours, we were going to sleep there!

Babs, this was my decision and that's that.

But why?

What did I just say? Time to go to sleep.

If I'm forced to give up my cabin I am entitled to know why!

I just don't want him staying in the house, all right?

But why?

Grandpa Tuitjes is a...

Well, he's a bit of a peculiar father.

Now go to sleep, OK?

What is so peculiar about him? - One day your grandpa simply vanished.

And now he's back. I'm not up to it.

But why did he leave?

Well, I don't know.

Your mother died and your father walked out on you. That's just stupid!

Yes, that's really stupid.

Fortunately Aunt Christine was there.

Go to sleep now. - Sleep tight.

I hope he'll head back to America again tomorrow.

Yes, that would be nice.

Both professional and amateur sausage makers can take part in the King Sausage Contest.

So if you think you can make this century's best sausage...

please register. You have until the end of this week.

Morning! - Good morning, did you sleep well?

Like a log! Together with my new friends.