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Junior! Junior!

She should live with her husband.

Thank you.

you later! Later.

-I have a bad feeling about this. -It'll be just fine!

Try to relax!

My wife, Karoline, is up there having a baby. I can't relax!

Did something happen?

A big step for those of us

who watched the moon landing on television.

The Astronauts visited parliament and had a futile grouse hunt.

I can't wait anymore! She's been in labor at least 5 minutes now.

She's had contractions all night.

What had been a small step for Mr. Armstrong,

was a giant leap for the rest of us.

-It's a healthy, baby boy! -Twigson is a dad!

Hey everybody, Twigson is a dad! And it's a boy!

Yes! He's a dad!

I'm a dad!

TWIGSON IN TROUBLE

How wonderful!

What a beautiful child.

He is exceptionally beautiful. Isn't he the most beautiful child?

Absolutely adorable!

-He's got your eyes. -And your bark.

Yes. And your head shape.

-No, that's your head. -Oh, my Son!

Hey, Pop!

No, my Son. We don't say "pop" in this house.

Sorry. Dad. He's got good manners too.

Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad. Dad and Mom.

We have to find him a name.

It's a shame we can't call him Twigson, because it suits him.

How about Mini-Twigson?

Hey! I've got an idea, what if we name him Mini-Twigson?

-Yes! -Perfect. Let's call him Mini-Twigson.

-His name is Mini-Twigson! -What a nice name!

-Can we give him a baptism? -Yes, and we can throw him a party!

I hear the family is growing!

Why don't you go outside and play? All the neighbor kids are outside.

Okay.

Good boy.

Are you sure it's wise to feed Junior's imagination like this?

It's just for fun.

We've been in Bessby two months, and he still doesn't have friends.

He's got Twigson.

Twigson is a stick. I think he needs a little push.

Your father's got that look, Junior!

Last time he had that look, he told you that fruit is as good as candy.

So, are you finding it hard to make new friends?

I had a friend back in Gampetreff. I had Tiny.

Yes, you did. But now you have a chance to make new friends.

I also find it difficult to make new friends.

But, you know I do my best at work to adjust, to fit in.

I got this new, cool hairstyle, and ...

-You look like a girl with sideburns. -Really? Getting smart with Dad?

Come on. go talk to those boys

Hi, guys. This is Junior.

He just moved here.

I was wondering if you would like to play with him?

-Yeah. -Great.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Why don't you play with them, while I'm working? It'll be fun.

-Bye, bye. -Say goodbye to Twigson too!

No, now you play with the boys instead.

-Bye, now! -What are you doing?

We're playing "flip the stick".

I'll show you how it's done.

That was a doozie, Gunnar!

-Let's see what you're made of! -Can I use my own stick?

Well, all right.

-Don't let me down, Twigson. -Count on me. Ready, set, go!

What a great effort by Twigson. The stick soars across the field.

It's a new record!

You used a cheat stick!

Besides, we don't hang around with kids who play with sticks.

Come on, Finn! Let's go.

-But we play with sticks too. -Be quiet!

Ouch!

Poor Twigson.

I was this close to giving him one on the kisser.

One more stupid comment, and I would've poked a stick in his eye.

Your father's nuts wanting us to play with those maniacs.

We don't need anybody else! Seriously!

I've got you, and you've got me. I couldn't have ...

... said it better myself. We'll never play with anybody else.

-Scout's honor. -Scout's honor.

Junior? I've got a mission for you.

Would you go to the post office and pick up this package, please?

A mission? Sounds like a task for us.

-What's in the package? -It's a surprise package.

-It could be anything. -Anything?

-We can't just sit here all day. -Okay, we accept the mission.

-Yeehaw! To the post office! -Be careful crossing the street!

-Twigson knows all that. -Look to the left. Look to the right.

Twigson is a stick, you know!

I'm here to pick up this package.

Oh, that one!

been sitting here for a while

It smells wonderful.

I wonder what's in that crate.

Where did I put it?

I found it.

Do you have someone to help you?

Twigson will help me.

This doggone box is heavy!

That stick puppet of yours better be good and strong.

Very busy today.

Strong? Pine happens to be the strongest wood in the forest.

Stick puppet? It beats being a postman.

I slipped on some gravel. Very slippery right there.

Are you gonna help me push or what? I'm doing all the work myself!

Ouch. I think I sprained my nose.

Check out that little package, Junior! It doesn't even need a push.

Look at that! Isn't that beautiful?

I don't like hatchets. My uncle ended up as an axe handle.

-What's in the crate? -I don't know.

-Do you need some help? -Don't talk to him.

-But he wants to help us. -The two of us can manage.

-Who are you talking to? -No one.

I told you, no one!

Scary guy! Come on, Junior, we've got some crate pushing to do!

-Push. -I am pushing.

-I can't do it, Twigson. -What do you think is in the crate?

I hope Karoline isn't using mail order. I really can't afford it.

Yeehaw! Nice helmet, Junior.

My wooden head doesn't need one.

Watch out, Junior!

Did you see that?

Watch the laundry!

Wow, wow, wow!

This is going so well!

Wait up, Junior. I need two minutes. I've got a little sap issue.

My, oh my!

Did you bring it home all by yourself?

-Yep. Twigson gave me a hand. -Twigson helped you? That's nice.

Let me help you open the crate.

Actually...you do it.

I'm too nauseous.

-Wow! Plums! -Will you just look at that!

It's from Auntie Everywhere back in Gampetreff.

Those are plums from her garden. That's a whole lot of plums.

We had better start preserving right away.

Would you like to taste?

Wow! Look at all those plums, Junior.

We're like the Kings of Plums.

Look at this nice one! Hey, what are you...?

-How do I look? -You look great!

Kindly remove the plum. I happen to be a family man now.

My son is to be baptized, and my wife wants a proper baptism.

Those ceremonies are not free, you know.

You don't suppose we could make some money on these plums?

I've got an idea!

-Plums. Plums for sale! -Plums for sale!

If only Mini-Twigson could see me now. I imagine I look pretty good.

Ouch! I could've kept standing. I just didn't feel like it.

-How much for the plums? 5 0re? -No, at least 5 Kroner.

-How much for the plums? -5 Kroner.

-Per kilo? -No, each.

No, that is much too expensive.

We better say 5 0re instead. Who suggested 5 Kroner each anyway?

-Plums for sale! 5 0re! -Plums for sale!

May I have a plum, please?

Look at all this money, Twigson!

We are rich!

Twigson?

Where are you?

Twigson?

Where are you? Twigson!

-Have you seen Twigson? -Who is Twigson?

-My best friend! -I haven't seen him.

Twigson! Where are you?

Twigson! Where are you?

-Have you seen Twigson? -No, I haven't seen any twigs.

Twigson, where are you?

What in the world is going on here?

My best friend is missing.

-What's your best friend's name? -Twigson.

Give me a brief description of your friend, please.

He is light brown. And about this tall.

-And how old is he? •Two, three hundred years

Over seventy, at least. He's made of pine.

I see.

I knew it all along. Especially when you said he was made of pine.

Nobody's made of pine, you know.

Did you run away from the circus or something?

There's a new clown in town.

I'm not a big fan of clowns, causing a commotion at the market.

I hate commotion! I won't have any disturbing the peace around here.

Off you go!

Help!

Where have you been, Junior! You can't just take off like that.

Twigson is missing.

You can't leave without letting me know. It's dangerous.

-Twigson is gone. -Twigson's gone?

Sweetie, come here.

We'll find him, you know.

-I'm sure we'll find him. -Can we look for him today?

We can look for him tomorrow.

Dad is home, my Son.

No, he's not.

He is on a business trip.

What? We have a baptism to plan.

Mini-Twigson's baptism is in a few days. Am I supposed to do it all?

And he'll just show up for the party?

-He will be here for the party, right? -When is my "Pop" coming back?

-When will my husband return? -I don't know.

Typical! We get to slave along as he lives it up on a business trip.

Mom! Mom, wake up!

It's too early to get up. Let's sleep a little more.

We have to find Twigson.

Mother needs a little more sleep.

Twigson!

Twigson!

Twigson, where are you?

Twigson?

Twigson?

Are you here all by yourself?

Stop joking around, Junior.

I told you I'd wake up, and ...

But. What is this?

Hello.

-You brought a baby home? -I found a surprise package at church.

You can't just bring a baby home! The mother must be looking for it.

There was nobody there. Can we keep it?

We can't just bring babies home like that.

Hello, sweetheart. Come here, sweetie pie. Hello!

Oh my, I was dreaming.

I dreamt that you wanted another baby.

But I said: "No, two kids are enough".

And you got all mad at me, and you sent Junior out to find a kid.

How do I come up with that kind of stuff?

Yes, there's Daddy. Look, there's Daddy.

-Whose kid is that? -Junior found her outside the church.

She doesn't have a mother.

-I better call the police. -No, not yet.

No, don't call the police!

Call the doctor. She's been outside for a long time.

Right. I'm calling the doctor.

Yes. That would be the closet.

I'm calling the doctor.

Then I start looking for the mother.

Take it easy, Dad, It'll be okay.

And, that would be the bathroom.

Do you want the blanket off?

Or do you want it on? You want your blanket off?

-What is that? baby. This is Phillip

Don't you want your blanket?

Yes. That's Phillip. Can you kick your covers off?

Can you kick your covers off?

The doctor's here!

I just need to... You like that one, huh?

I am just going to listen to your heart.

There's a minor murmur in her lungs. Just a tiny bit.

I better stay here today, just to be safe.

-Yes, that's nice. -Do you have the milk?

I'm trying to get your arms into it.

-Perfect. Here you go. -Thank you.

RESYNC BY BSpidey87

-Why were you outside so early? -I was looking for my best friend.

Is your friend missing?

-Twigson is sort of a stick. -More like a root.

-Twig. -A friend. Best friend.

Listen.

You know what I do when I've lost something?

I go through the day in my mind - what I've done, where I've been,

who I've seen.

And suddenly...I remember where I left it.

What if the three girls from the market took him?

Stop it, stop tickling me! I am not a doll!

Get me out of this dress!

Every time you miss best friend, I want you to

- put this cream on your skin. It'll make it all better.

I'm not five years old, you know!

Right, you're not five years old.

There, now you can push. Good.

There, and stop.

Good. And backwards. Now push it again.

Stop, stop, stop!

And again. Good. Stop.

Are those diapers? Those are the nicest diapers I've ever seen.

Start it again.

There, yes, good. Stop!

Yes, again.

Stop.

You need to stop, Junior.

You know what?

You can't push it without me knowing. It's dangerous.

We're all done. There, great.

It might be a good idea to contact the police.

The police officer? That's a good idea.

Maybe the police officer has arrested Twigson?

Let me go! I'm a family man! I have to take care of Mini-Twigson.

-Hush! -Yes, but I...

-I have to get ho... -Hush!

I have a son.

-You are out of line, officer! -See what happens to noisy sticks.

No, don't do it, please! I'll be quiet, I promise.

I will burn you!

Shame on you, Twigson!

-It wasn't me! -Shame on you!

-Can you help me look for Twigson? -I don't have time.

Why are you hanging a lady on your wall?

-I like her music, are you touching her breast?

-Get out! -But.

I said get out!

-What's wrong? -I miss Twigson.

I sure hope he'll be back soon. There's lots to do before the party.

Party? With fish sticks and soda? That's nice.

I hope he hasn't fallen and broken himself, or cut himself on a hatchet.

What if the hatchet-lady has taken him? He is terrified of hatchets.

Don't mess with me, Hatchet-lady! Leave the log alone!

No! No! Logs have feelings too.

No, no! Mercy! Junior! Junior, save me please!

Twigson!

Twigson, where are you?

Twigson!

Ivar?

-Yes? -I forgot to buy carrots.

-Would you run down to market, please? -Yes, we can do that.

-We? Do you have company up there? -Nope! There's nobody here.

Here's your lunch.

Bye!

We're going on a little trip.

Junior!

-Potatoes from Toten! -Junior!

Twigson? Are you here?

Junior!

-Do you have carrots? -No, they're over there.

Oh, okay, I see them.

...around a corner with me in hot pursuit He was twice my size!

But he didn't stand a chance. We have this special police grip that we...

Twigson!

Stop making so much noise around here, kid.

-I heard Twigson's voice. -You heard "pigson"?

Who are you calling a pig!

Wait a minute. It's you again?

Listen, you mind your manners in public.

Those ladies almost chocked on their cake.

Yelling is absolutely prohibited! Now off you go. March!

Kids!

Hey there. Out walking on your own, are you?

Well, well!

Are you looking for your pine friend?

Yes.

I used to have a friend like that. A little toy dog named Tassen.

He was made out of grandpa's old robe.

He had the most beautiful button eyes.

Then one day he disappeared. Gone, just like that!

I put up posters all over town.

Posters?

Yes, you know the kind you put up

if your budgie flies out the window, or your cat is missing or...

-I definitely have to make one of those. -But anyways, Tassen was...

What is this?

It was lying on the steps, wrapped in this.

No note saying who it's "to" or "from"?

No.

-Peculiar. -Very peculiar.

More than peculiar.

Maybe that strange girl put it there? The one I bumped into over there.

-Just now? -Yes.

-Did you see anything? -No.

I thought I saw something, but it was most likely a dog or a cat.

Dad!

Junior! Hi!

Have you found Twigson?

-No. But we're looking for him. -Good.

If you don't find him, try to cherish the good times you've had.

-And now he's out there, exploring. -But we'll find him. Guaranteed.

Friends are like teeth: you lose some, and get some new ones.

You got some new teeth, remember?

I'll find you tomorrow, Twigson.

I promise.

Stop doing that!

This really isn't funny!

Junior, where are you? Junior!

I have to make that poster!

I need some paper.

Good morning, Junior!

-Hello, Mom. -Hello, Son. So, you're awake too.

-It's too early to get up. -I need a bigger piece of paper.

Can you help me find a robe for Mini-Twigson's baptism?

-Not right now. -But, he has to have a baptism robe.

All right, then.

You've reached 18 27 12. Hello, Einar.

I need a robe, Mom!

Just a sec, sweetie.

No. We haven't found her parents yet.

-How does this look? -Wow! It looks great.

I am not wearing that. It's a towel!

I think I know why Twigson isn't coming back.

It's been all too much for him lately; being a husband and father and all.

And I've been so tired. I haven't been the kind of wife I'd like to be.

"Handsome twig on a business trip." I know how that one goes.

There are plenty of gorgeous sticks out there.

You can trust Twigson. You're married and have a child together.

Hey! I am not a child!

-Oh, you look so beautiful! -You can't let me wear this!

-I look like a potato in a turban! -Perhaps Mom has some paper!

What is a turban, anyway?

-Is there a reward involved? -What's a reward?

Sort of a finder's fee.

-I do have my plum money. -How much do you have?

-1.40. -You're a better salesman than Dad!

-Nice poster, by the way. -Thank you.

-I'll go and put up the poster. -Okay.

Be home by dinner, though

Junior! Junior!

WHERE IS TWIGSON? REWARD 1.40

Stop kicking me!

Ouch! Stop kicking me! Why are you kicking me?

If you don't want him to kick you, you might not wanna wear this.

"Kick me." Hey, why did you kick me?

-You told me to. -No I did not.

Come have a look at this!

"Where is Twigson? Reward 1.40."

Hey, beat it!

I stole a bag of sugar today too.

"Where is Twigson?"

"Ru... Rhubarb?"

"Reward" it says. Gunnar can't read.

Ouch!

-We're gonna get that money. -But we don't have that Twigson thing.

We'll find it.

Maybe he's got Twigson? Come on!

Twigson. So that's your name?

You're real cool. Maybe we can be friends?

He lives over here. In that stupid tree house.

I want that stick.

Hey! Get out here, dork!

Hand over the Twig son-stick, so we can get the "rhubarb".

-There's nothing up here. -Come out! No, go get him!

-Where did those cones come from? -Beat him up!

Where's the stick? In the tree house?

Give met that stick or I'll beat you like you've never been beaten.

On the way! Here I come!

-Twigson! -Oh, Junior!

I've eaten tons of sugar today. I'm bonkers! I'll throw you off!

Is this what you're looking for?

Hey, where did you get that stick? We're supposed to get the rhubarb!

How wonderful that you're all coming over here to play.

I made you some waffles. Do you like waffles?

Would you like some waffles and lemonade?

Here you go.

May I have some more lemonade, please?

I'm sorry I didn't give him back to you. I found him at the market.

He was so nice, and I thought.

"I'll take him home with me and give him back tomorrow."

It was nice to have someone to play with, if only for one day.

It was fun. I'm sorry.

It's okay. The important thing is that Twigson's back with me.

I found Twigson!

Twigson is back!

Did you find him?

Be quiet, the baby's sleeping.

Twigson is back!

-Twigson is back! -Karoline! The twig of my dreams.

-My husband! -And Mini-Twigson!

-Oh, how I've missed you! -We missed you too!

What are you doing? That's just disgusting.

-What's that noise? -It's the baby!

-There's another baby here? -What is a baby anyway?

You poor thing. Where's your mommy?

I'll cheer her up. I'm really good with kids.

I'm a father myself, you know.

Don't do that, little one.

Hey, hold on. Ouch! Kindly stop sucking on my hand.

It's not funny anymore. No, please don't do that.

Stop! Get my foot out of your mouth, please!

Did you mistake Twigson for a rattle? Yes, you did, didn't you?

I'm sorry I ruined your poster.

No problem. It was worth it. You got Twigson back.

But where is her mother? The baby must have a family.

Nobody's born without a family. We have to find her mother.

Junior. That's the baby's mother!

-How do you know? -Let's call it sticky intuition.

We have to stop her!

Come on, Junior! This way. Down the steps.

Wait up. What is that, behind that bush?

There's somebody there!

I think we've found the mother!

There she is.

Are you the baby's mother?

You're very little for being a mom.

What's your name?

Can I call you Mini-Mom?

Come see the baby.

-Why can't I mow the lawn instead? -Stop pouting, Phillip.

All men need to learn this. It's why I fell for your dad.

He knew how to fold a tablecloth as well as his own underwear.

Ladies like that. You'll find out.

This is the mother.

The mother?

-Are you the surprise package's mother? -Her name is Mini-Mom.

Listen, I...

Welcome to our home.

-She must want to see the baby. -Of course, but she's sleeping now.

I'll draw you a nice, warm bath.

And then we'll find some clean, warm clothes for you to borrow.

Your voice sounds funny.

Look!

Hey! You!

I shot yours.

Why did Mini-Mom leave her baby?

Not everyone is as lucky as we are.

She might not have a place to live, or very little money

and that makes it difficult to take care of a baby.

It's your turn.

I think I'll win this one.

-Yes! -No!

Here's some more laundry for you.

Sleep, baby, sleep, day has turned to night.

Sleep, baby, sleep, day has turned to night.

Tomorrow is another day, come sun, come rain.

Tomorrow is another day, come sun, come rain.

Take good care of her now. Don't go too far.

You can trust us.

-Do you want a ride? -What? Stop right there!

I am not a baby! I'm two hundred years old, or seventy, at least.

-You can keep watch. -Keep watch! Now we're talking.

Let's see...

Some flowers, a fence, and what do we have here? A fly! Go away, fly!

We have houses, and a puddle.

And there we have a police officer.

The police officer is coming this way!

He's going into our house! Is somebody getting arrested?

Nobody in our family has done anything?

-Or what about... -Mini-Mom!

He's going to arrest Mini-Mom and the surprise package too.

Do you see anyth

Mini-Mom is crying. What should we do?

We must save the surprise package. We have to hide her.

-Someplace secret. But, where? -I've got an idea!

Hey, where are you going? Enemy territory? Are you nuts?

The police are taking the baby. Can we hide in your garden?

Does that mean we're friends?

It's not every day I get to be the bearer of good news.

So, this is very nice.

Junior and the baby carriage are gone.

-He promised to stay nearby. -Yes.

-Why is the baby crying? -She wants milk.

-We have milk in the kitchen. -She wants special milk.

-I'll go home and get it. -I better do it.

-Okay. Do you know where I live? -Yes, I do.

-It's to the right in the pantry. -I'll go and get it.

Now, now, don't cry.

What we've got here is a code 3-2-8.

Immediate action is required.

-Do you have a telephone? -Yes, in the hallway.

The entire Bessby police force is out looking, ma'am. All 4 officers.

We even have a vehicle out there.

So don't worry, we'll find them.

-You heard it too? -Yes, yes.

Here's the culprit!

-Oh, my! -Hello.

-Hello. -I just need to borrow some...pepper.

Pepper. Right.

My grandmother is making... gingerbread cookies.

Gingerbread cookies! I love gingerbread cookies

not really Christmas, though

No, but she likes to plan ahead.

They taste good year round too.

Well, in that case, you may borrow the pepper.

Thank you. Have a good day, ma'am. Officer.

-Bye-bye. -Bye.

Do you need milk for gingerbread cookies?

No, we use cream.

Something's cooking.

And it's not gingerbread cookies.

Oh, dang it! I really wanted some gingerbread cookies.

-That screaming makes my ears knot up. -It went really well.

I really tricked them.

Try to stay calm. I'll do a quick search.

I told them I needed to borrow some pepper. They bought it.

So you tricked them good, huh?

We need a different hiding place.

I forgot the milk.

Hurry! Or the baby goes straight to jail.

I made you some waffles. Where's your new friend?

Hush! Hush now. Be quiet, baby.

I don't think he heard us.

Will you look at this! The handsome officer is coming to visit.

-Hello! He went the other way. -I'll get the coffee. How lovely.

Waffles?

Waffles?

Saved by a flying waffle!

Waffles!

I love waffles!

-There's a hole in the fence over here. -Looks like we'll make it!

get the baby to safety.

-Here you go. -I'm here on official business, but...

Oh, but you do have time for a waffle and cup of coffee, don't you?

-One shouldn't walk around hungry. -No, absolutely not.

Oh no, I forgot the milk again!

-Yum! -Tasty?

Well done, Junior!

We lost the waffle-monster.

It must be exciting, being a police officer.

Excitement is part of the job, the novelty wears off after a while

What type of mission are you on right now?

I really can't say. Confidentiality, you know.

But we are looking for a missing baby girl.

Junior!

What are you doing?

Twigson says that Mini-Mom is going to jail.

Twigson can't talk.

-The baby carriage is moving! -Twigson says that the carriage...

-Twigson can't talk. -Grab that baby carriage!

The baby carriage is moving!

He's never going to make it!

-Throw Twigson to me! -Junior, throw me!

Throw me as far as you can!

I don't break that easily, Junior.

You went for a little ride, huh?

Luckily, it ended well.

-I'm sorry I got so mad. -Tell that to Twigson, not me.

You want me to apologize to him?

I'm sorry, Twigson.

You do know that sticks don't talk?

You little rascal!

All is returning to normal. Peace and quiet in Bessby. I like that.

I like it a lot.

And I can see you found your stick.

First, you found the baby, and then you found the mother.

And now you've even found Twigson.

This little guy should consider a career in the police force.

-Hello. -I think she likes me.

Did you want some cake?

Today, you'll get baptized, my Son.

-I'm getting baptized? What's that? -Such a beautiful child in his robe.

I am not a child. You are a child.

You're getting to be a big twig. Next, you'll be chasing cute little sticks.

-Mom! -And bring home a little splinter.

Would you like some?

No thanks, I have some.

Ask her if she wants soda!

Soda! We can use soda to baptize Mini-Twigson.

Would you pass the baptism-soda, please?

-Oh, my! -Stop farting, Mini-Twigson!

-I did that? No, I really don't think so. -Mini-Twigson, come now!

It was probably the police officer who farted.

-And that was the story about Tassen. -What is a fart, anyway?

And that's when I decided to become a police officer.

I still struggle to sleep at night.

So you have difficulties sleeping at night?

I have a cream that might help.

Junior? Why don't you take a piece of cake over to Ivar?

Okay.

He's not here.

-He's not here! -Oh, he's out there.

I thought you and I had a deal? That we don't need anyone else.

-Don't be so childish, Twigson. -Why don't you stop being childish!

-Would you like some cake? -Thank you.

-Do you want to make a club? -A club?

Go ahead, enjoy being friends. I'm fine here all by myself.

-We can call it the Twigson-club. -Great idea! But let's keep it secret.

-We'll call it the T-club. -Yes. T-club?

T, for Twigson! Yes, I actually like that!

-He likes it! -That's great.

Hi. What are you guys doing?

-We made a club. -A secret one.

-Can we join it? -Don't be stupid! That's so childish.

Secret clubs are fun.

We have one too.

A Twigson-club just happens to be a really good idea.

And I make a really good foreman.

Long live the T-club!

Long live ME! Long live all three!

"Tree" times the charm!

Hello, there!