Original subtitles

Attention, attention! Bus is leaving.

Attention, attention!

- Hey, Tinsmith, stuffing your face? - Nah, just a few bites.

What, a guy can’t even eat now? - Go ahead, chow down.

Uncle Szinyák won’t mind. What’s on the menu?

Don’t even ask—a bit of this, a bit of that.

Look, it’s Littlechime.

- Hey, guys! - Hey, Little... chime.

- What’s that thing?

- A violin.

- We’re going camping, not on a concert tour.

- Can’t help it. They only let me go if I practice every day

from one to one-thirty.

Attention, attention! Bus is leaving.

- Hey, guys! - Hey, Kece.

- What’s fifteen? What knots are you talking about?

Real Swedish steel. Listen to that twang!

- Get it outta here, it’s rattling my skull.

- This saw’s the key to conquering nature.

"For identification, with warrior’s greetings"

- Deliver this and hurry back.

- Understood, Comrade Director.

- Yo, boys! - Hey, Tuka!

- Nothing beats an early rise. Picket not here yet?

(whistling)

Attention, attention! Bus is leaving.

- Holy cow, it’s Picket Géza.

- Yo, fellas! - Hey, Picket.

- What’s that awful stink? - I smell it too.

- Smells like crude oil.

- That darn kerosene spilled. Soaked everything.

- No biggie, at least it keeps the moths away.

- Good thing Littlechime brought his violin, so we won’t get bored.

- Not my fault, you know how my mom is.

She wouldn’t let me go without it, so I don’t backslide.

Attention, attention! Correction.

Lower Turkbeater, Upper Turkbeater, Pasha’s House.

- Bus is ready.

- You’d better sit in the back, so they don’t kick you off for the stench.

- Afternoon, sir!

- Yup!

- What a wild place. You from around here, sir?

- Yup.

- So you’re out here all day, around these parts, I mean?

- Yup.

- Maybe you work the ferry?

- Yup. - That’s swell, real pleased

to meet you. Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. If you’ll allow,

I’m Mrs. Dr. Picket Géza.

- Yup.

- Right, of course. So, I’m looking for a reliable person,

someone trustworthy. My husband always says, son,

there are still honest folks out there. That’s what he says.

- Yup.

- It’s about my little boy.

He’s coming here to camp with his friends,

for three days, a weekend.

I mean, the weekend, you understand?

They’re coming alone, ‘cause they’re big boys now,

my husband thinks so too, but still, a trustworthy person

would be good. My husband says it’s better to keep an eye

on the kids, even if they’re big boys, but secretly,

so they don’t notice. I feel the same, like a guardian angel

watching over them. They’re big, but still little boys.

You get me? All clear so far? - Yup.

- Thank you.

As for payment, we wouldn’t expect it for free.

Here, if you’d accept.

- Friday, Saturday,

Sunday.

- Here’s my boy’s picture, so you’ll recognize him.

Look, dark brown hair, medium height, kind of a soft face.

Real smart, my husband always says, son, this kid’s too sharp.

- Yup, yup, Árpi’s kid.

Alright, son, I’ll keep an eye out, no harm’ll come to him.

Came up with that yesterday. Here lies a mother-in-law’s shell,

choked by her son-in-law’s spell. Good, huh?

- What do I tell the Director?

- Tell him no worries, except we’re all a year older

than last year.

Hah!

- I’ll tell him. - Wait, hear this one.

Here lies a chimney sweep,

killed by a barmaid’s leap. Drunk as a skunk one night,

he tumbled down the flue.

Top hat, bare, what a gem, I’d freeze my butt in a chamber pot.

Latest silly ditty. Good, right?

- He’s called Elmer Littlechime Jr.

So, his friends decided...

- G’day! - Good day!

- His friends decided to come camping here,

so he should come too, right? Just ‘cause I’m a widow,

he shouldn’t miss out, right? - Exactly.

- That’s why I’m here, I won’t rest until I find someone

to watch him day and night.

I thought of you.

As the ferryman, you could keep an eye on him.

Here’s his picture, you’ll know him.

- Leave it to me, I’ve got a son, Sankó.

I know what a worried parent feels.

- Water! Water!

You could’ve at least put the pot with the luggage.

- Why? - ‘Cause it’s gross.

Imagining eating from that pot and then picturing your head...

- I’m already sweaty anyway.

- Yuck! - What’s with the yuck?

You guys aren’t eating from this pot, this is for our army.

Picket, Littlechime, and me.

(whistling)

- Did it croak? - Yup, but no big deal.

Fresh air’s the healthiest. Say, is Lower Turkbeater far?

- Turkbeater? Right here.

- Here? That’s swell.

I’m Sándor Tuka. - Pál Polika, dam keeper.

Was Polish, now Hungarian. - Dam keeper? That’s swell.

- Yes, swell. - My son’s coming here

to camp with his buddies. Serious kid, but still a little boy,

my big boy, you know? Be good if someone checked on him.

- Got it, got it. Keep eyes open. - Exactly.

- I’m free all day. - What? You’ll do it?

- Yup. - That’s swell.

Look, here’s a picture of my little boy.

Take a good look, now. - Be calm, you can trust me,

I’ll watch all day. Yup.

- Need to keep an eye on both kids.

- Yup, meaning watch over them.

- But secretly. - Yup, secretly.

They’re coming to camp with friends on the morning bus.

We’re real worried something might happen to them.

- But we let them, ‘cause they’re big boys now.

- Little boys. Little boys, need watching.

- Got it, ma’am, I’ll take it on. I’ll be their dad and mom.

Leave them to me.

- Thank you kindly.

- The photos. - Oh, right.

- One sec. - We brought them.

- Here are the photos.

- Easy, easy. - Here they are.

- Yup, bring ‘em over. That’s it. Careful, careful, good.

Alright, one moment.

Put them in here, please, okay?

- Whoops! - Whoops!

- Real good! Let’s see!

Fine boys! Ákos Kenderice was a kid once too.

You can trust Ákos Kenderice, no trouble will come.

Ákos Kenderice’ll be like a shadow, loyal and unshakable.

Invisible and unreliable. - Huh?

- I mean reliable, in short, a true friend.

- Thank you so much. - Goodbye!

- Goodbye!

- Hoo-hoo, hello! - Hoo-hoo, hello!

- Hooray! - Cheers!

- Hooray! - Cheers!

- Long live the wild outdoors! - Cheers!

- Off with shoes, long live barefoot!

- Cheers, off with shoes!

- Cheers, we’re alone, we’re free!

Long live boundless freedom!

- Small pile! - Big dreams!

- Come on, grab the gear.

- Ouch! - Can’t you watch it?

- The chicken rolled away.

Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.

Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck. Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.

- The fresh air’s gone to their heads.

Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck. Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.

- Cluck, cluck, cluck...

That’s our chicken.

- Yup.

- Any idea when the ferry comes? What’s the schedule here?

- Well, depends on the beer.

- You waiting for the ferry, sir?

- Nope. The beer.

Hey!

- What’s his deal? - No clue.

- Good afternoon!

- Alright, kids, hop aboard.

Come on, let’s go!

- Good afternoon! - Good afternoon!

- Good afternoon! - Good afternoon!

- Good afternoon! - Good afternoon!

- Well, Brother Ábris, I’ll be back again.

- Yup.

- Holy cow, look at all that water. - Yup.

- Two-stroke?

Ignition’s skipping, hear that clunk!

- Ain’t skipping.

- How much we owe? - Nothing, this wasn’t

a passenger run, this was a beer run. - Thanks.

- Thanks. - Good day!

- See ya! - Hey, kids.

- Good day!

- Pull!

- Which one do I pull?

Logic’s out the window here, we’re leaving it to fate.

- You drew the short straw. Hooray!

This spot’s ours, it’s ours! - Knew it.

- Come on, let’s find another campsite.

- Leave the gear here, but bring back some water.

- Got it, we’ll bring some. - But we’re eating the chicken

together first. - Finally, something good.

- Just don’t set up camp right in our faces.

Can’t wage war with you guys breathing down our necks.

- Don’t worry about your neck.

- Knew we’d draw the short straw. Man, I’m starving.

- Hustle up!

- There’s a well! - Cool, we’ll check it out later, come on!

- Halt! - What’s up?

- Look, in the water, a boat. - Hooray! Cheers!

- That’s our boat.

- Won’t it sink? - Nah, a boat like this never sinks.

- Holy cow, never thought we’d go boating too.

Holy cow, we’re not sinking. - Told ya.

- How many knots?

- Fifteen.

- Not knots like that, speed knots. Every sailor knows that.

- Oh.

- Land! Land! - Island!

- Keep your eyes on it, don’t lose sight.

- We’re watching, hope it doesn’t run off.

- Hope it’s deserted. - Hope there aren’t

wild animals. Feeding wild Tinsmith is forbidden.

- Hello, hello, anyone here?

- Come on, let’s scout the island.

- Most important, not a word to anyone! The island’s ours.

We’ll set up headquarters here.

Makes sense, this is the island’s center.

From here, we’ll run the secret telegraph to the lookout tree.

- That’ll be the calendar tree. - Can still be a lookout tree.

- We’ll clobber ‘em with this island. They’ll be shocked.

- Yup, but only if we keep our traps shut, got it?

- Got it.

- I’ll be quiet as a fried fish. - Fried fish?

Man, I’m starving. My stomach’s growling loud. I need food now.

- Feeding Tinsmith is allowed, roast chicken’s waiting.

- Littlechime, come on! - Coming!

- So, found a campsite? - Yup.

- And the hat? - Found it.

- Hope that mystery campsite’s smack in an anthill.

- You’ll find out from the war declaration. - They’ll be floored.

Man, I’m starving. My stomach’s growling.

When do we eat? - Swim first, it’ll whet your appetite.

- My appetite’s already maxed out.

- Oh no, what time is it? I gotta play my violin.

- Oh, man! - I still gotta play.

- Look, it’s the Count.

Wow, smells like pine.

- Gimme some.

- Smells great. - Yummy.

- Thanks, great bath salts. - No problem.

- Mercy.

- I can’t take this anymore.

- Enough, you’re killing what’s left of my hearing. Stop it!

- Can’t help it, I gotta practice.

- Ugh, this caterwauling’s driving me nuts.

- My club.

- What?

My club. Club, mine.

- I didn’t know it was yours, sir.

- I say good day to you. My name’s Pál Polika.

If you need anything, I’m over there.

But the club’s mine.

- Yes, sir.

- I see you’re all together. Good, no trouble that way.

Well, I’m off to the dam. See ya!

- Who was that guy?

- You heard him, Pál Polika. - My club.

- It’s cooked, can I eat now? - You’re Tinsmith’s star pupil.

- Is it a crime to have a good appetite?

- Never tasted anything this good. - Not bad, just too little.

- Come on, we gotta roll.

- Hope you guys can pitch a tent.

- Where you setting up? - We can do way more than that.

- Littlechime, come on already!

- Coming, just gotta finish packing.

- Let me follow them! - No, no snooping.

- Breaks my heart thinking about them.

- What warriors. - Picket.

- Tinsmith.

- Littlechime.

- Good thing Littlechime’s not playing his violin in our ears.

- Someone’s coming.

- It’s me. - Good evening, good evening.

- Hey, kids. Campfire? Campfire?

- Yup. - Found this over there.

- Holy moly, Littlechime’s violin.

- Thanks, we’ll pass it on.

- Where’s the rest of the gang? - Camping separately.

- Separately? - Yup.

- Where? - Don’t know.

- You don’t know? Aren’t you camping together?

- Can you keep a secret, sir? - Sure can.

- We’re gonna have a war, and they’re our enemies.

- Enemies? Wow!

- Hey, kids, hey. - The violin.

- Right, right.

- Hey, kids, hey. - Good night.

- Finally, some excitement!

War! That’s the spirit, boys!

Mobilize, everyone on deck!

- My stomach’s growling loud, that cold water’s got me starving.

- You didn’t even swim. - Still made me hungry.

- First, we hold a war council. Gotta draft the council notes too.

- Skipped breakfast, just my luck. - There’s a war on.

- Not yet, we haven’t declared it. Besides, who ever heard of

fighting a war on an empty stomach? Ugh!

- First things first.

We need to draft the declaration of war. As commander, I’ll sign it, but it’s only logical

that an envoy delivers the declaration.

- Couldn’t I be the envoy? I’ve never been one before.

- Let Tinsmith be the envoy. - Sounds good.

- So, what kind of envoy will you be? A little one or a big shot?

- I’ll be a darn good envoy, just leave it to me.

But what do I say? - Hand over the declaration and

ask for half the meal money. Oh, and mention we don’t need to make a big fuss about the war.

Got that so far?

- Clear as a bell. - Plus, we need to fetch water,

stock up on supplies, reinforce headquarters, set up

the secret telegraph, and write the declaration of war.

- Get writing!

- The beer. - Yup.

Polika’s in a prime spot.

- The beer. - I see it.

What’s this now?

Polika’s a key player, right in the thick of it.

Man, I wish he’d fight with us!

He’s smack between the island and the camp.

Oh, the ferryman!

He’s spying with binoculars!

- The beer. - Not now, I’m busy.

Here’s the ticket. - Finally.

- The envoy follows every move.

- Come again?

- The envoy tracks every step.

- Alright, let’s hear the next line.

Maybe that one’ll make sense.

- And we want half the meal money.

- Now that’s got some sense. Keep going!

- And no need to beat the war drums too loud.

- Two out of three lines make sense, not a bad ratio.

- What’s in your hand? - Declaration of war.

- Declaration of war. Point 1: The island’s ours, and we’ll protect it.

Island? Where? - In the Danube, and we’ll defend it.

- An island? A real one? - You bet.

- Point 2: Both sides get a flag. Capturing the flag means victory.

That’s the goal.

Point 3: A captured prisoner must surrender.

Torturing prisoners is strictly off-limits.

- Not even a little?

- Not one bit, and no starving them either.

Point 4: Everyone fights with as many allies as they can recruit.

Point 5: The declaration takes effect when Littlechime finishes his violin.

- Oh, the violin.

What an army, leaving their battle violin behind.

Lucky for you we found it. I’ll grab it, so the war doesn’t get canceled.

- Anything else?

We could add that tailing the envoy is forbidden.

- Alright.

- Kece, bring the meal money too.

- Please include lunchtime.

- From one-thirty to two.

- Want some crispy bacon? Come on, it’s tasty.

- Here’s the violin,

and some greasy bread to boot.

- The war’s turned Tinsmith into a whole new man.

- A total stranger stands before us.

- Here’s the meal money, ration it wisely!

- Wow!

- Here’s the violin.

- Oh no, it must’ve fallen out of its case somewhere. Got lost in all the packing.

- Be more careful next time.

Here’s the meal money, the declaration, with some tweaks.

- Alright, we’re off to get water, then shop. You stay here and guard the boat.

- Sure, but if I may suggest, stock up good.

War doubles a man’s appetite.

- Hold up, we’ll help!

- If we had a boat like that, we’d recruit him in a heartbeat.

- What’s that on you? - Camouflage.

- Camouflage? What for? - War’s broken out.

- You mean you’re fighting? - Yup, we’re taking the island.

Won’t be easy, though—we don’t have a boat.

- Could I enlist? I’ll bring my boat, and we could take the island in no time.

- Deal, you’re in!

- You won’t find allies around here. - What a place.

- First sign of life. Come on, let’s find them.

I don’t envy this Uncle Gazsi. Who could he be?

- I know an Uncle Gazsi. They could’ve written about him.

- Don’t mind us, just finish up.

- This Uncle Gazsi’s gonna flip when he reads this.

- I’m Szinyák, and my buddy’s Kece.

- Péter, my little brother. - Pál.

- Vacationing here? - Vacation? Hardly.

Feels more like we’re in jail.

- Reform-school vacation. - I’ve got an idea.

- Let’s hear it!

- But first, you gotta swear it’s a secret—a military secret.

- We swear. - We’re on a recruiting mission.

Fancy a little rough-and-tumble?

- Count us in. - She’ll never let us go.

- Quit whining! Yeah, she probably won’t.

- Who? - Her.

- But maybe if you came and asked for us in person.

- Let’s go!

- Weird, she’s always parked here, spending the whole summer by this stove.

- Man, it’s shiny.

- Of course, she polishes it all summer long.

- What do you cook on it? - Nothing, you kidding?

She’d never let it get dirty. It’s just for show.

- Watch it, step on the stones.

- Oh, Uncle Gazsi.

- Hello, ma’am. - Good afternoon!

- Visitors, visitors!

Hey there, Árpi! Hold it! Back up!

I mean, welcome, my dear little friend, Kece.

Witchy Johnny Varga, when sparrows fly from barrels,

I greet you, Kece Árpi.

Vacationing, are we? - Uncle Gazsi, let me introduce our friends.

- Szinyák Elek.

- Welcome, Szinyák Elek. Listen to this!

Here lies poor Döme, crushed by a millstone.

By the time they lifted it, he crawled out dead.

When did you all meet? - Well, it’s like this...

- Look at these two, nice and tan!

And you two are so pale.

You need more time in the sun.

- That’s what we wanted to ask...

- Hold on, let me say, could these two come play with you?

They’re bored stiff hanging around me all day.

- Sure, they can come.

- Really? That’s swell. Here, you take this telescope.

Pál, grab this trumpet, that’s it. Wait, I’ve got a rifle somewhere.

- A rifle? What for?

- Oh, nothing, just talk. It’s busted anyway.

Here’s two canteens, you’ll need those.

- Thanks!

- No big deal. So, when’s the...

- When’s what? - Oh, nothing, forget it.

Slipped my mind. - Thanks again.

Thank you!

A name that rhymes so fine deserves everything divine.

Dear friend Elek, I sing your praise.

We nailed the troop reinforcements.

Nailed it! Bring on the war!

- Good afternoon!

Anyone here?

- Y-y-yes, m-m-my pleasure.

H-h-here, w-w-what can I d-d-do for you?

- Two pounds of bacon, please.

- N-n-none left, s-s-sold out.

- A pound of smoked sausage?

- J-j-just this, th-th-the rest’s gone.

- Salt, paprika? - Y-y-yes, g-g-got those.

- Four ounces of wafers? - N-n-no, just s-s-sour candy.

- And two pounds of bread.

- O-o-out of that too, b-b-but I’ll give you mine.

A b-b-bunch of kids c-c-came before you.

- Anything else? - That’s it.

- Whew!

- Put it back, we’re not splurging!

- I-I-I’ll give you mine f-f-free.

- Thanks.

- W-w-what’s all this s-s-stuff for? - War’s coming, noon tomorrow.

- H-h-how long’s it l-l-lasting? - Secret, military secret.

- J-j-just asking c-c-cause I m-m-might place a b-b-bigger order.

- This’ll do for us.

- S-s-see you! - S-s-see ya!

- H-h-hello, U-U-Uncle Gazsi, they were h-h-here, w-w-war’s coming.