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Las triples de Belleville

Please forgive this brief interruption in our program.

Is that it, then?

What are you going to say to Grandma?

Is it over, do you think?

We now continue with a musical interlude.

In France this summer will take place an event of great significance.

Each Frenchman will become personally involved in crafting victory,

if I call out to him,

he calls out, "Go, Poupou!"

all along the route of the Tour de France...

Vive la République!

Vive la France.

Speaking to you directly from this 17th stage of the Tour de France

the pack, the machine of muscles and steel, finally gets going.

But before the rubber tests the overheated paving-stones of Marseille,

these young lads still have many obstacles to face.

Don't eat that, Sébastien, It fell on the ground.

...a fantastic escape by the yellow jersey,

who devours Klaut and Glutman

of the canned food factory from Frankfurt.

They'll have a hard time catching up

on the spot where they already failed miserably last year,

When they really had to bite the bullet.

if I may use such a metaphor.

How admirable this fierce endurance is

on the face of this great eagle.

The very top lies at an altitude of 1912 metres,

the horrible Ventoux, an impressive scenery

of white desert, under a burning sun.

They climb standing on the pedals,

Constantly watching their gear ratio, It is hell.

But before they reach the finish,

they work themselves into a sweat,

and leave behind that musky smell.

That supporters know so well.

The pack sink into oblivion.

For some the bell already sounds and they give up.

Those who can not really pound the pedals, lose pace, fall behind,

vanish into nothingness.

Together with a dazzling speed comes the liberating descent to Marseille.

- Keep it up, my boy! - Yeah!

Insurance company Dijon gives away a whole week's free insurance

for the best sprinter.

Yes, that's right, for free, for his bicycle.

My box! That's my box! Give me back my box!

Is that your dog?

I don't believe it! The nerve!

She now has my box and the dog!

Here, stuff this!

Hamburgers!

No money, no hamburgers.

Here, doggy.

The brochettes!

Dried tadpoles

Déssert.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh... baby!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Pardon.

Get out!

Now appearing, the Triplets of Belleville.

Thanks.

Here we go.

Ah, yes.

Go for it, Thérèse.

All right.

NEW MASS GRAVE OF CYCLISTS FOUND Third one in two months!

SlNlSTER DETAlLS!

INVESTIGATION AT VIRTUAL STANDSTILL

French Mafia denies everything!

Enter.

Enter.

Bye.

Ahem.

Hold this.

Left?

- To babord. - Tabarnouche!

- To starboard. - We are lost.

Hold this.

The flames!

You!

Câline!

Hop! Hop! Hop!..

Tabaslack!

- Tabarnouche! - Ayoye!

Yeah.

Ah yes, the cute little pooch.

Is that it, then?

Is it over, do you think?

What have you got to say to Grandma, eh?

Yes, I think that's probably it.

It's over, Grandma.

For my parents.

BOATS