Family Swap (Le sens de la famille)

Usually, theme parks are fun.

But not for us,

the Morels.

Fucking line-jumpers!

This is Chacha, our little one.

Speaks like a truck driver, sucks her thumb like a baby.

She's the reason we're here.

I'll get a Coke.

- Too late, Valentine. - Not.

5 minutes left.

I have enough time.

Valentine, 17, our eldest.

World expert on everything.

Why even discuss?

Léo! Your cigarette!

What?

Give it to me! You can't smoke at 14!

It's just tobacco.

Léo, 14, my son, my failure. Flunking school since the age of 4.

- Alain, can you talk to him? - Yeah.

Are you here with us?

2-hour wait and I'm still here.

You seem thrilled.

Sophie my wife, head nurse, devoted wife, model mom.

But now...

she's exhausted.

- Coming? - Not without Valentine!

We've waited an hour!

It's nicer as a family.

No, what's nicer is now. Right, Chacha?

Go on, please.

You coming?

Not without Valentine!

What a fucking pain!

I need to pee.

We lined up 2 hours for you. So squeeze and get in!

Come, hon. Daddy can go boating alone.

FAMILY SWAP

So the loser alone in his boat

is me Alain Morel,

head of a flailing paper, and a flailing family.

And honestly,

I'd like things to change.

MAKE A WISH

Okay for a drink Monday.

Mommy, can I buy this?

Please, I like it so much and it's my birthday!

- It's tomorrow. - But I love it!

How about dinner?

No, put it down.

Christophe, you're a drag.

A beer, please.

Sorry, we don't serve alcohol.

Can you raise the volume?

...Bourgogne Matin.

An agreement was reached by the buyer, billionaire Bernard Ballard,

and editor-in-chief Alain Morel.

Morel expressed relief for his staff.

Milkshake du jour. Carrot-curry.

Ballard has vowed to fire no one.

Sebastian had 50 magic markers.

He only has 32 left.

So how many did Jean take?

Chacha?

1,000.

Come on, think. Why 1,000?

Jean's a motherfucker.

Who taught you that word?

Guess.

Shut up, Valentine.

What's that? The thing from the store!

You stole it!

Léo got caught at school smoking weed.

Tattletale!

What the hell?

Not at school, just in front.

Alain?

Alain!

Thanks, Alain.

Mom, I can't find the answer.

Put whatever you want.

Have you thought about dinner?

Alain, what are you doing?

Mommy...

Someone's in my body.

Chacha.

Hold on, it's me.

It's Mommy.

Go back to sleep, honey.

We're both having

a terrible nightmare.

Go back to sleep, Chacha. It'll be over soon.

Alain?

Alain, is that you?

Don't be a pain, Chacha. Go ask Mom.

Valentine?

What's going on? What time is it?

Oh fuck!

Mom said less swearing!

Listen, Valentine honey,

something a bit weird is happening.

Don't worry.

Why am I in this bed?

The bed's not the problem, hon.

Why the hell am I in your body?

Where am I?

Who's in my body?

What the hell?

- Who's that? - Alain, honey.

Daddy?

Oh fuck!

My brother is in my body! Léo!

What, too busy to answer?

- Valentine! - You were at the mirror?

- Perving on me! - Bullshit!

Relax, kids.

Yeah, relax, Valentine I didn't do anything!

I'll bash your face in!

No way.

No way!

No way!

No way, I can't believe it. This is so gross!

- No way! - Unbelievable.

This is wild.

Wild!

No way!

- Alain. - What?

Shut up.

This is gross!

It's over with Julian now! Finished!

- Sophie, let's go to hospital... - I'm Sophie.

- Shall we go? - No.

At the hospital,

the doctors

won't try to heal us.

They'll dissect us.

Aren't you exaggerating?

You have no idea.

Our minds and bodies have swapped places.

We're humanity's greatest discovery!

Everyone will try to figure us out.

If we go to the hospital,

we'll be pinned down like frogs in a lab.

So?

We pack up and go home.

What about my birthday?

Chacha, it's no time for birthdays.

Most of all, act normal.

Chacha!

Hello, sir.

Hello, Mrs. Morel. Hello, Mr. Morel.

- Happy birthday! - It's mine too!

Really?

Happy birthday, Mr. Morel.

Everything is ready for hers.

Yeah but we're leaving.

Is there a problem?

My husband's sick.

Darn.

I'm sorry.

But I'll have to bill you for everything.

The super-Princess birthday cake.

The magician.

The clowns.

The makeup makeover, the surprise parade.

Chacha, some candy!

The pony ride...

Can we go?

Of course.

Here you go.

Excuse me.

464 euros, please.

464 euros?

That's outrageous!

Who cares, Léo?

This is robbery!

- Can I do the code? - Sure.

Honeypie.

And here you go!

Thank you, sir.

Wait, the photo-souvenir is on the house.

Goodbye. Mr. Morel...

Chacha, calm down!

Cool it!

- Surprise! - Happy Birthday!

This is so cool, girls!

Hello, Mr. Morel.

Sup, dude?

- Hello, Nicolas. - Hey, Alain.

Sorry, we're late.

Nice presents?

Are you all leaving?

- Alain's sick. - What's wrong?

My wiener.

All swollen.

He's being silly.

He has...

a stomach flu.

It's a shame for Chacha, isn't it?

We can keep her and celebrate here.