Twigson (Knerten)

Again!

Oh, here we go!

Junior! It's time to go!

- Where are you moving to anyway? - Out to the country!

Bye!

- Here we come! - Did we remember everything?

They gave me this bust for free. It just might do the trick. Right, Phillip?

- Bye-bye! - He drives like an idiot!

Come back inside for a little while.

Wait for me! I'm not finished!

I saw a princess.

- There is our dream castle. - Wow, it's beautiful.

Yes, it is nice.

- It's even nicer than I remember. - Yeah, much nicer.

This is our new home.

Do you like it, Junior?

It's really, really old.

Just needs some paint.

Oops, it's okay.

Easy enough to put back in place...

- There are no houses around here. - Nope, not a house within a mile.

- Look, an ant! - Yes, that's how it is in the country.

- Are they dangerous? - No, not too people.

- Your very own room, huh? - Will you read this to me?

Now? No.

You can start unpacking your boxes.

- The carpenter is here! - Be right there!

Hello! Junior.

I've been a carpenter for over fifty years. This house is completely rotted.

No, it'll be just fine.

I'm just going to.

- Like that! - Hey, keep the door open!

Over there, please. In the corner.

Or hang on. Could you put it over there instead?

- Here? -No, wait.

Bring it back over here.

- Please make up your mind, Ma'am. - Okay, just put it down.

Junior!

- Hey. Sweetie? - It's okay.

Drip Board, window frames, floor.

It's a real money pit.

Thanks. No receipt necessary.

Where are all the other kids?

I think the carpenter left his hammer over there.

Go find some nails and see if you can build something!

Never give up, Junior. I'll hold it for you.

Hey, hey, easy now.

Good. Well done!

Let me get it for you.

- There we goo. And that one? - Yes.

- What are you making? - A castle.

A real castle? The sky is our limit.

Like that? I think you can manage by yourself now.

All done.

- What are you doing? - I'm cutting some twigs.

- So you are "twigsing"? - Yes... Twigsing!

Step aside, here comes a big one.

Will you be home more now that you don't have a real job?

- I have a real job, just a different job. - Selling underpants?

That's right. One must never give up, you know. Just keep going and going.

- Okay, Daddy. - Watch out!

- Daddy, look!. - Yeah, put it inside by the fireplace.

This is your house.

What's your name?

"My name is... My name is..."

My name is...

My name is Twigson! What's yours?

- I'm Junior. - Twigson and Junior.

- Good day. - Daddy, look. He's shaking my hand.

- Wait! What's on the path over there? - It's the dragoon.

Bring it on, Mr. dragon. We're not afraid of you!

- I thought dragons were dangerous? -No, not too us!

I'll stab you with my sword! Are you scared, Junior?

-No, I am not! - Me neither, actually!

- We're going to save the Princess. - She's captured in the dragon's cave.

Here come Twigson and Junior, the brave knights!

And at my last strike, my sword got stuck in his teeth. I made him run for his life!

It's the carpenter.

Hey, he's going to... he's going to crush my house!

Junior. Wanna know something?

I'm in the middle of an ant hill! Help!

Get'em off of me!

- They were trying to eat me! - No, they just bite a little.

Oh no. That little one who's running away, he took a nibble of my hand!

Those ants are wood eaters! You don't want those in your home!

- Don't go anywhere. - Nope, I'll stay right here.

Junior!

Help me! Junior!

I am innocent! I am innocent!

I've never done anything wrong! Help!

- Open a window! - I have already opened all the windows!

- I don't believe this. - Twigson! I'm coming!

You can't be in here right now. Go on. Goo outside!

- You were trying to burn Twigson! - Broken chimney? Great.

- Everybody out! - It's like this with old houses.

- Is that Twigson? - He talks too. Isn't that right, Twigson?

That's nice.

Are you okay?

We all need too help out around here. Take that stool up to your room, okay?

- You too, Phillip. - Sure.

- It's okay. - I think it's your bedtime.

- Now? - Yes.

Going to bed at six? Not even shrubbery goes to bed at six.

- Why didn't you say something? - Well, he's your father.

Besides, I was still in shock. I'd just been burned.

It was terrible. The flames. And I'm like: "Hello, isn't anybody going to save me?"

But then I showed up! Riding on my horse!

And just as the flames were about too eat me.

I saved you!

- I am a little tired after all. - You better sleep with me.

- Good night, Junior - Good night, Twigson.

Help, help!

Help!

- Of course I'll sell the lingerie. - Things did get a little more expensive.

- Look at this one. - It goes really well with these two.

My complements on your bust, Ma'am.

Oh, hello. You're up early.

Twigson dreamt that the ants were chewing on him.

- Oh, really? - Are you leaving already?

Yeah. Daddy's going out too sell some underpants.

Go upstairs and wake Phillip up, will you? We need to get going. Okay.

Sure.

Phillip. Phillip!

- Nothing can wake him up. - But we never give up.

Daddy said so. And said is said.

- What the...? You bloody... - Daddy said to do it.

- Mom! - Phillip? You're going too school, right?

- Are you throwing them out? - Yes, it's the wrong color.

- Look. Noobody wants to wear that. - Twigson wants them.

Okay, here you are. Come here!

It just needs a little paint. It'll be okay.

Watch out.

Howdy, little fellow.

Yeah, we were wondering who'd moved in over there.

- We're very happy to be here. - Nobody's lived there in ten years or so.

And Anders was very pleased with the price. He never expected to get that much.

Look over there.

You just wait right here.

NOW HIRING SALES LADY WANTED

- What''ve you got there? - Nothing.

It looks like a pig.

Give it to me.

Yes, Mother.

- Look at this store! - I've ordered everything.

They've got everything here.

I did put up the note!

I've got a wife. No, customer.

Welcome. How can I marry you?

I would like to get my deposit back on these.

One can deposit bottles here.

Look... over there.

There's tons of stuff behind the counter.

- I want too sit in the front. - I want too sit in the back.

This is quite some store, Sir.

Hardware, notions, dairy produce.

Phillip could use this.

- Are you girls buying anything? - No, we're just looking.

- Get out! - Help me, Junior!

- No children allowed. - Okay.

I told you to wait outside, Junior.

- That's nice. - Yes, that's bloody nice.

- Oh, look how cute they are. - Yes, they're so bloody cute.

- A dress! I hate dresses. - Mama. Mama.

No, no! Help me. Mercy! Mercy! No.

Twigson, I'm coming!

Come on. Let's goo home to my place.

- No, it's my turn. - You always decide.

I never get to decide anything!

Ouch! It's okay.

Thank you, Junior. You're a real hero!

Mr. Eilertsen. He's a character.

The store is the least of his problems, too put it that way.

- Whoo's taking our house from us? - Nobody.

We just didn't anticipate that there'd be this much work.

So we need to be careful with our money. At least until Daddy sells his products.

- The underpants? - Yes.

- He'll sell them, though. - Yes.

Twigson's really hungry, because he has sold a lot today...over a thousand.

- Maybe he should be excused, then? - Yes, me too, please!

- Are you sure you've had enough? - Have you had enough, Twigson?

We are bloody full!

- What did you just say?! - I know how we can make more money.

- It sort of depends on Junior, though. - Are you going to sell me?

No, we are not going to sell you. But I've got a job.

- Really? - Yes, at the grocer's store.

The owner is in a nursing home. So therefore, her son needs help.

The store is actually the least of his problems, from what I've heard.

But I'm only helping out around the store, of course. Full time.

- But. What about us? - You will have to go with me, Junior.

Maybe you can take the bus home with Phillip?

- Phillip! We all have to contribute. - I'm full.

- Then you better excuse yourself. - May I be excused, please?

- Do you think you could manage, Junior? - Yes.

It's a great idea! The house turned out to be so expensive, you know.

But now you and I can work at the store and make money for a new chimney!

Ouch!

- Watch out. - Yeah, yeah.

- Howdy, little fellow. - Here they come.

Thank you.

Check out his hair.