Jim Button and the Wild 13 (Jim Knopf und die Wilde 13)

Prepare to anchor! Hurry, you lame mutts!

Captain on deck!

Hello there! Dragon! Come down and show yourself!

What do you want?

Where's Ms. grindtooth?

The captain of the wild 13 demands her presence.

Ms. grindtooth has been vanquishhhed.

Who dared to do that? Two engine drivers.

They sneaked into dragon city like thieves.

Two engine drivers...

One day, our paths will cross.

Then you will curse the day that you were born.

For we are the wild 13!

Jim button and the wild 13

In morrowland,

our island with the two mountains, two houses,

one train station and the castle,

the weather was usually fine.

But of course there were also rainy days.

But that doesn't mean it was a gloomy rain,

like we have sometimes.

No, nothing of the sort!

In morrowland, even the bad weather wasn't really bad,

it was happy and giddy.

It was like a symphony of raindrops.

The raindrops splished and splashed

and pitter-pattered merrily on the windowsills,

the rain gutters gurgled and chattered,

and water gushed into the puddles

as if an excited crowd were clapping their hands.

And on exactly such a rainy day, our story begins this time.

You like that, right?

Look, Jim.

The bridge to new-morrowland,

made of iron, stable enough to carry Molly and Emma.

Luke? Molly's up for a real adventure, don't you think?

You can't just go looking for an adventure.

It has to find you, see?

We'll have adventure again soon. Just you wait.

It's getting unpleasant out here. You go on ahead while I clean up!

Okay.

What nasty weather. The fog is getting thicker.

So, can lgeta nice cup of hot tea

with a big shot of rum in it? Sure, Luke.

Who wants a piece of fresh cake? Me!

Two ships. I win!

That's what you think!

Four ships and one pirate!

Are you letting me win on purpose?

I wish. But you keep winning, no matter what I do.

It's easier to fight a city full of dragons.

Speaking of that, your highness...

Luke! You are not to call me that.

Li si. I wanted to ask: How's that dragon, Ms. grindtooth, doing?

She's still sound asleep. Her transformation is nearly complete.

From head to tail, she gleams like pure gold.

I can't believe she was once an evil dragon.

Papa has her guarded night and day.

He has ordered to be notified at once when she awakens.

Then she will be a golden dragon of wisdom who can answer any question.

Do you know what you want to ask her, Jim?

Maybe it's ok we don't know the answer to all the world's questions.

Help! Help!

Good gracious! What's happened? Join us, Mr. sleeve.

Help!

Holy grease guns...

Help me. - Not again!

Here! Take my hand.

Oh, your majesty!

Heavens to Betsy! Ms. whaat,

take care of the poor tea and fix him a hot cup of mailman.

All packages, save the morrowlanders!

Yes sir, your majesty.

Careful, my dear sir... Excuse me... allow me please...

Careful!

Oh dear, how clumsy of you.

Come here!

Mr. sleeve, just leave it be. Luke!

Good. Give it to me.

Quick!

Hold on...

Mr. sleeve, why don't you wait back at home?

As you perhaps know, my dearest,

I'm an unusually well-educated man and have knowledge at my fingertips

that may be of great use in such a situation...

In a situation such as this one,

you're just going to get your beautiful new suit dirty.

Yes, yes. She's right.

At ease, my friend. Very well, your majesty.

Yes, this way!

Let me help you! No, no, don't be afraid.

This way, let's go get warm.

Jim, you have them all?

Yes, in times past...

Once upon a time, I used to teach Jim

but the boy doesn't need me anymore. Nobody needs me anymore.

I go for walks, and get governed.

I'm worthless.

Poor Mr. sleeve.

We have to find something for him to do.

The question is, what?

I don't know how to thank you enough.

That's the third accident now. But this time was especially bad.

The fog was so thick, I could barely see my hand in front of my eyes.

And then I struck new-morrowland...

Uh-huh... Before I forget: The mail.

Your majesty, a package from your honorable mommy.

Thanks.

Luke, here, this is for you. Thank you.

Your highness: A letter from your father, the emperor.

Umm... is there maybe a letter for me, too?

I'm...

I'm afraid not, Jim. Not this time.

And nothing the last time either, and the time before that,

and before that...

And before that...

I'm going to bed then.

Good night.

Night, Jim.

Good night.

Are you okay?

Oh, Luke.

You think I don't know what Jim will ask the golden dragon once it's awake?

What?

Where he's from.

Who his parents are. His family.

That's on his mind day and night.

Should I have taken better care of you? You take great care of him!

You think of nothing but Jim from morning to night.

Maybe that's not enough.

Jim is a good sport.

We shouldn't worry too much about him.

What if he finds what he's looking for, and doesn't like the answer?

What if something happens to him?

You know the dangers out there.

Danger can be like a mock giant.

Afar, it looks big and awful. But the closer you are, the smaller it is.

Good night, Luke.

Good night, Ms. whaat.

Come in!

Morning, sleepyhead.

We planned an outing with Molly. I'll be right there.

So you did get mail?

It's from the box the wild 13 used to send me to morrowland.

The wild 13...

Papa's chased them across all the seas, but they've always escaped.

Not having parents feels strange, doesn't it?

But you have parents.

My mother died when I was still very small.

I'm so sorry.

At home, we have pictures of her.

If I had one wish, just one,

I would wish to meet her just once.

Of my family, there aren't even pictures.

Sometimes I wonder if they ever even existed.

I just want to know where I'm from, li si.

Who I am.

Here on morrowland

I won't find out anything, that's for sure.

My dear servants, umm, subjects.

The incident with the mail boat has quite plainly rubbed my eyes in it,

is plain as the nose on my, umm,

that things cannot continue this way.

The U.S. of m. And n.M. Are in danger.

The what? - The United States of morrowland and newmorrowland.

And why is that, your majesty?

The piles occurring, I mean, the occurrences piling up.

Since we've started diplomatic relations with my friend pung ging,

the emperor of mandala,

ship traffic has increased a great deal here.

What if his ship of state... And our coast... went wham?

Unthinkable!

That's why I've decided that something must be done.

We need a lighthouse.

An excellent idea.

But where would we put such a lighthouse?

We're seaming from the bursts. Majesty, we could ask Mr. tur tur!

He doesn't need very much space,

but from far away

he's bigger than all lighthouses stacked atop one another.

We just have to give him a lamp.

Come, Luke! Let's sail over with Emma and Molly again!

That's much too dangerous! Mr. tur tur lives far, far away

in the mirror desert.

We'll be fine... right, Luke?

This is a matter of the utmost urgency.

How soon can you set sail? Tomorrow morning,

your majesty!

If my young colleague says so.

I hereby decree that Mr. tur tur be brought to morrowland,

and declare the governmental crisis as over.

Looks like your wish has come true.

Here we go again, right?

My dear loyal royal subjects, I am...

Exceptionally moved.

I would like to emphatically concur!

The U.S. of m. And n.M. Are very proud of you.

Come with us...

An imperial ship is picking me up tomorrow.

Papa wants me home.