Le prince oublié

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* -One morning, while she was playing, Goldilocks entered the woods.

* That morning the bears were making porridge for breakfast.

* The porridge was piping hot.

* so they decided to do

* a walk in the forest.

* As they walked through the woods,

* Goldilocks fell on a house

* with a huge door.

* As she very much wanted to enter, she stepped forward and knocked.

Come on, let's go down.

- But we didn't have the end of the story.

Here, I refueled.

- Thanks, have a good day. Goodbye.

The door creaks.

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It mimics the creaking of the door.

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- It's okay ? - Huh? Yes, I am fine.

I was thinking of something.

The door makes a low creaking noise.

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- It's okay ? - Huh?

- What the hell are you doing? - Nothing.

See you tomorrow.

OK see you tomorrow.

It mimics the creaking of the door.

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Goodbye see you tomorrow.

Thank you. What's this ?

A croissant.

- Were there no macaroons? - No, there weren't any.

Yours.

Chat.

Easy. "There's not a cat."

"A cat in the throat."

- Good game. "To have other fish to fry."

- It exists ? - Yes, if I tell you: "Range",

you can answer: "No, I have other things to worry about."

Yeah.

It's yours.

I'm eating, wait.

Hm, hm ... You don't think so.

You do not find.

You give

your tongue to the cat?

Do you give your tongue to the cat? - Yes.'

- There was "to give his tongue to the cat", "to call a spade, a spade".

"Dogs don't make cats" ...

Its good.

There's also cat pee.

It's yucky

to say that, anyway.

- It's an expression. - But it's gross.

Maybe, but it's an expression.

Capsize.

What, "capsize"?

My heart has "cat-fired" ...

- Well, come on, go put on your "pa-cat-jama".

And quickly, otherwise, it will be too late for the story.

Charlie "Chat-plin".

Not bad, check.

CHECK TARTARE.'

"Chat" sent des pieds.'

"Chat-kie" Chan.'

Ah yes, but you don't know, suddenly, it's less funny.

I found it. - Yeah. '

Where were we already?

- Ben, the Prince had just found the treasure

thanks to Francis Ford the Goéland.

And he fell asleep next to the magic chest.

There you have it.

"Francis Ford the Goéland and the magic chest".

So...

The Prince was asleep next to the magic chest.

The magic lid of the huge magic chest

heaved himself up with a damp squeal.

It mimics the creaking of the car door.

- What is that ? - The wet squeak, you like?

Yeah.

- The Prince, immersed in a deep sleep,

had his eyes closed.

Come on, close our eyes, darling.

Suddenly the creaking of the trunk woke him up.

So he discovered the treasure he no longer hoped for.

The treasure of treasures.

The magic "malmes".

- The what? - The magic "malmes".

- The "malmes"? - Yes, the malmes. '

Like fins, but it is worn on the hands.

But these were magic. - Yeah ...

Come on, let me tell.

So he went out to the village square.

Ha, ha, ha. '

It was market day.

Hello, Prince.

Hello, Geoffrey.

Around him, on the ground,

twirled the shadows of the terrible invisible birds.

The Prince had not seen them since they were invisible.

And suddenly he saw her.

Princess.

Ha, ha, ha. '

Pritprout ?

- Yes, it's me, Pritprout. ' You will never get rid of me.

The Gull betrayed you. - It's you,

the traitor.'

- Naive, everyone knows that gulls

are traitors. ' - No, they are faithful animals.

Enough about gulls, dingo. '

Meanwhile, the Princess lives her last moments.

The princess screams.

OH.'

No.' How dare you, son of ...

potatoes. '

Ah.'

Bird calls

What is that ? Let me go.'

Have you forgotten my invisible birds?

You forgot that magic malmes

are stronger

than invisible birds. '

Poor bell. '

I'm coming, Princess. '

Pritprout bursts out laughing.

He's too stupid. '

This time the Prince was beaten.

Stupid handful. '

And suddenly he remembered the other power of sacred malmes

which allowed the valiant heart to fly like a majestic eagle.

He took off ...

and flew away.

Acclamations

...

Okay okay.

My Prince, you have succeeded.

But yes.

In fact, it was fine, it was even rather tedious.

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Bravo.'

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- Once again, the Prince had managed to save the Princess.

But Pritprout had more than one trick up his sleeve.

And many trials still awaited them.

Thank you, thank you all. '

Thanks thanks.

Its good ? Shhh. '

Its good ?

She fell asleep there, right? Do we repack?

Hello?

Guys ? Maybe we can get out, right?

What bullshit this thing. '

It was not bad today, I like it when there is a fight.

Accessorist. '

Malmö?

- Come on, we untie the miss and we repack. '

- Malmes, OK. - Formidable.

Thank you, Benoît.

It's Jacques.

Jacques, are you sure?

- Hey, you're not a technician. ' And the regulations?

No one within five paces of the mademoiselle.

Except the Prince.

Of course.

Here I go.

Hi, Benoît.

Pouh ...

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He laughed heartily.

Hey guys, do we have a bowling alley?

Hop.'

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Ah, Pritprout, not bad tonight, right?

Ah yes.

- Except when you called me an asshole, I didn't like it.

It's the text, my friend.

On the other hand, the coup des malmes, a little easy.

And that's the opinion of everyone.

- You are jealous. - Me ? Of you ?

Yes.

- Old man, you're the hero, yes, but the real character,

complex, intense, rich ... it's bibi.

- Okay. - You can smile.

A good story is a good villain.

- A villain as important as the hero? Ha, ha, ha, ha. '

Hey, hey, hey, hey ...

Sacred Pritprout. '

What would we do without you?

Barrissement

Hi, fat. '

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Fairy tale theme

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* -Good day, thank you all.

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- Great, is this drawing Pritprout? - Yes.