A Town Called Panic (Panique au village)

A TOWN CALLED PANIC

Move along! Come on, animals, chop chop!

- Steven? - What?

Postman!

With your package.

Right. Give it here!

- See you tonight. - Bye!

Yes?

- Hello, Policeman. - Hello, Postman.

- Your package. - It came! Great!

It took two weeks. I won't be ready for tonight.

- What're you doing? - The bar, as usual.

- Will you serve Kir? - Certainly.

It's morning!

Hey, you two, calm down!

- The doorbell. - I'm not deaf.

Excuse me.

- Okay, Cowboy? - You always go first!

Coming, coming...

Postman! How are you?

Verywell, thankyou.

Get out of there, Indian!

Okay, Cowboy, almost done.

About time!

Ooh, it's gone cold!

Was it Postman?

Yes, yes. He says hello.

Okay, thanks.

Was it Postman?

Yes, yes. He says hello.

Great!

- Coffee? - Me.

I'd love some.

- Thanks, Indian. - Okay, Horse.

HORSE 1, FLOWERY LANE, VILLAGE

Letter for you, Horse.

From my brother-in-law Jean-Claude.

"Dear Horse. I hope you are in good health.

"I wish you a very happy birthday."

Your birthday?

Sure. Like every June 21st.

Right, I'm off.

We didn't buy Horse a gift!

Oh no! No gift!

- What will we do? - I don't know. Let me think.

No gift, no gift...

I've got an idea! A cap?

Oh yes...

It's not easy.

Got it!

Follow me, Cowboy!

Horse!

- Now what? - Nothing.

We'll clean our room.

Watch the door.

- All clear? - Yes. Carry on.

Right, we'll do this, and this...

X squared, Zero hypothesis, para-lateral...

INDIAN.

Perfect! Come see.

- What is it? - A barbecue.

We'll build Horse a barbecue.

A barbecue? Oh Indian, that's great.

Yep.

- The trouble is... - What?

We have no bricks.

I know where there are bricks. Come on.

Hurry, hurry!

Easy does it.

Where are these bricks then?

Here.

What! We need much more than that.

Look: 50 bricks.

50! What will we do?

- We'll order some. - How?

Where?

- Here. - What?

Now what?

Nothing.

Hold on, Indian.

- What will we do? - You'll see.

Indian!

Are you trying to break my door down?

Now what?

It's Steven,

Hello, Steven. How areyou?

My tractor's broken.

Can you pick up the animals from music school?

- I'm busy, - They're in...

Mrs, Longray's class,

Mrs. Longray's class! Okay, I'm on myway.

Another quick shower!

Mrs. Longray, Mrs. Longray...

Nice fresh breath.

A splash of deodorant.

And we're off!.

Quick, quick, quick!

What?

Look at this.

Hello there!

It works!

Yes! I'll get some coffee.

Hello, pal,

My name's Max,

I'm going to help you buy bricks,

To start with, type

your name in capitals,

INDIAN

Very good, Now write the number of bricks you need..

Easy! 50.

Very good..

Now press Okay,

It's Steven,

So did it work? Did Horse fall for it?

- Well. - It was fun, huh?

- Coffee? - Yes, please, Cowboy.

It worked well.

Good-bye.

That was Steven.

Now press..

There.

Thanks, Indian,

- Hi, Simon. - Horse!

I'm off to Mrs. Longray's class.

Horse, come here a moment.

Now what?

You can't just walk into a music school.

I'll take you.

How's Cowboy?

Fine, fine.

And Indian?

They're both well.

Keep the noise down.

The kids these days are so rude and badly brought up.

That's Mrs. Longray's class.

Are you trying to break that?

Do you do that at home? Clean up your waffle.

I have to do everything!

Not going in, Horse?

Are you shy?

-Just knock. - It's just that...

- Wait, Simon. - What for?

Mrs. Longray?

Can you keep the noise down?

- Mr. Horse. - Hello, Mrs. Longray.

I've... er... come for... Steven's... animals...

Children, class is over. Put your things away.

Quietly.

Bye, Teacher.

Did they study well today?

Yes. They're very talented.

- Not as much as Horse. - Me?

- You're good at music? - No!

Don't be modest. Play for me.

We'll wait in the car.

- I'm all ears. - Very well.

There you go! Well?

I'll be very honest.

- It's a disaster. - It is?

Why not study piano with the animals?

Aren't I too old?

- No. You'll be fine. - Great, Mrs. Longray.

Then so be it.

- Are you coming, Horse? - Hang on, kid.

Simon.

Enroll Mr. Horse for 50 piano lessons. He starts this week.

50 piano lessons for Mr. Horse.

Hey, Simon! Make it 100.

1 00 lessons? You're sure?

Yeah, no probs.

Mrs. Longray, I'm very happy.

So am I.

See you very soon, Mr. Horse.

- Hello. - I've brought your bricks.

- I'll sign. - Stop!

I made the order. I'll sign.

- There you go. - Thanks.

- Lovely bricks! - Okay, bye.

What's all this?

Fifty million bricks! Oh no!

Indian!

Are you all right, Indian?

- Cowboy? - Is that Horse?

I'll be late. I don't know what's up.

There's heavy traffic. I'm stuck at a crossroads.

See you later,

Who was it?

It was Horse!

Shirts, underwear... Good luck, Indian.

You ordered all those bricks. I'll just make the Miami plane.

You bastard, Cowboy!

Good luck!

Come back!

Out you come, Cowboy.

Help me stack the bricks.

- What will we do? - No idea.

At last.

Horse!

I can't wake the great lump.

We can't stay here forever!