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ST. POTACHE ELEMENTARY

MERE HOURS BEFORE SUMMER VACATION,

FREEDOM IS IN SIGHT...

That's enough!

I can't hear myself think!

The school year isn't over for another 2 hours!

Thank you.

Fulmination!

You're lucky your teacher cares enough about your education

to keep you in class.

Silence!

-Gratin, what's wrong? -I hate summer vacation.

I'll miss you, Mr. Latouche.

-What a priss. -Martinez, corner, now!

Don't be sad, Gratin. I'll be your teacher next year.

I'll be teaching Mr. Duvaux's Grade 5 class.

On that note,

let's get back to geography!

People who live in Nice are called Niçois.

Ducobu!

Ducobu!

For the love of... Earplugs!

-I was listening! -Good!

Let's see what you've learned! Board, now.

What do you call people who live in Cannes?

Losers?

And from Tours?

Tourists!

One more chance. The inhabitants of Bonne.

Bonnets!

Exasperation.

Ducobu, you get one more 0 to bookend the term.

It won't count, the final grades are up.

Wrong.

It'll count...

...for next year!

Anticipation.

Yes!

Hurray for summer, hurray for freedom!

-Have a nice summer. -Thank you.

I so look forward to being alone with you.

-Me too, Gustave. -This will be our paradise.

That woman needs eye surgery.

It looks wonderful!

It should. It cost me an arm and a leg!

But nothing is too good for you, my kitten, my dove.

-Hello, Hervé. -Oh, Adeline, hello!

-You're going on vacation? -You must be kidding.

A tourist trap.

But the club seems so nice, and the prices, so reasonable!

-It's for simpletons. -I guess that's me.

Léonie and I are going for 15 days.

But... they do have... It does look like fun!

-Wow, it's... Poof! -Where are you taking your son?

Nothing's set in stone yet. Maybe Australia, Greenland...

Ducobus are spontaneous.

I'm afraid, Gustave.

We've never spent summer vacation apart.

You'll see, Mother, the days will fly by.

I hope I'll still be alive when you get back.

They forecast a heat wave. You could come home to a mummy.

Don't worry. Thanks to Mr. Benoit Tangue,

you'll be able to reach me 24/7.

Really? What's the little monkey doing?

He's installing the Skip program.

It's Skype, Mr. Latouche.

-Show some respect. -Yes, he's your teacher!

Vacation with the Gratins? Dad, you've lost it.

But Léonie's your friend, right?

-Yeah... -See, you two'll have a blast.

But her idea of fun is studying irregular verbs!

Exactly, it'll do you some good! All right, supper's ready.

DUCOBU GOES ON HOLIDAY

Welcome to Noah's Arc Campground!

I'm the director, Antoine Pistafio.

For the elegant Ms. Gratin, the Gazelle bungalow,

and Mr. Ducobu, the Panda bungalow!

Off you go!

Enjoy your time on the Arc!

Let's go, Pandas.

Let's go! Let's go, Pandas, let's go!

-Let's go, Pandas, let's go! -So much for a holiday...

It's nice here, huh?

Only thing missing is Latouche.

We've arrived, my turtledove.

How lovely.

Greetings!

Ms. Latouche and Mr. Rateau, I presume?

Almost, I'm Ms. Rateau.

So close!

Let me offer you a complimentary gazpacho.

Sylvie!

-That's so nice! -Yes!

It's free?

Here it is.

-Cheers! -You're in the Tapir bungalow.

-Tapir? -Yessir!

I also have the Cheetah bungalow,

-but it's a tad more expensive. -No, Tapir is fine.

Good, huh?

It's homemade, from the campground's tomatoes.

NOAH'S BEACH

Awesome!

-You don't want to go swimming? -After I do my grammar.

Good.

-Dad, come in, it's so hot! -Yeah, so hot.

Here.

That's not funny!

I was just playing.

I'm sorry. That was not fun!

Dear Diary,

I'm on vacation with Ducobu. It's a sign.

And yet... I'm sick of waiting.

If he doesn't declare his love by summer's end, I'm moving on.

I'm 10, I've no time to waste.

Your dad's in love with my mom. He's acting like an idiot.

-No way. -It's quite normal, really.

All Gratin women are renowned beauties.

-Really? I hadn't noticed. -Very funny.

Ducobus aren't into girls. We hang out with other dudes.

Yeah? Doing what?

All sorts of awesome stuff.

Cover your ears!

I see.

Here you go.

%120, perfect.

Your kids'll have a blast here.

My philosophy: With Esteban, you're gonna jam.

Right kids?

-Yeah! -Sure.

Yes!

You there! You're not jamming! Why aren't you jamming?

There you go.

-He seems nice. -He's something.

Gustave! I can't see you on this thing!

Sit in front of the camera, Mother!

-Can you see me now? -Move over a tad, just a tad.

-Like this? -No, not under.

I don't see anything.

Just look ahead.

It's Skip, for emergencies.

-Why don't you sit? -Like this?

-To the left. -Easier said than done!

You have to sit... Sit! Lift your face!

You got it! Don't move! Stay exactly like that.

Where's that pretty Gyslaine?

I don't see Gyslaine.

I'm right here. Hello, Mrs. Latouche.

Gyslaine, you're family now, call me Gyslaine.

You look sickly, the sun'll do you good.

-Thank you, Gyslaine. -We have to unpack, Mother.

We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight, Mother.

Goodnight, lovers! You rascal.

Kilohertz.

With the triple score, that's 150 points.

Good job, Léonie!

I'm winning with 412 points,

Mom's second with 227, then it's Hervé at 146,

not bad for a man, and Ducobu...

...you have 0, no comment.

My turn.

Yeti!

That gives me 23 points!

Your turn, Hervé.

FARTING

Pass, I've got nothing.

Your time to shine, son.

CHRUCH

Or! O-R.

-That's not so bad. -Two points.

-All right, time for bed! -Why, there's no school?

Adeline thought we could visit some museums.

-Museums? But we're on vacation! -Exactly!

Cultural activities are good! Right, Adeline?

Absolutely, Hervé.

Your dad does everything my mom wants because...

...he's in love!

Gyslaine no. 2!

For breakfast tomorrow,

make Gustave little soldiers with his soft-boiled egg.

-He loves that. -Excuse me?

I'm counting on you! Goodnight!

7:10 AM. They're late.

They're Ducobus.

The museum opens at 8 AM,

we thought you'd sleep through it!

Are you kidding? Ducobus are early risers.

-Especially on vacation. -It's a nightmare.

-No comments, please. -Let's go!

EXIT

Don't even think about it.

It's so wonderful waking up in a romantic setting

with you, my ladybug.

Gustave, keep quiet. I can't hear the cicadas.

-I can't believe it. -What was that, Gyslaine?

You forgot the soldiers!

Then why don't you send him his freaking soldiers.

Just let me be!

But Gyslaine!

-Mother! -She's certainly hot-blooded!

Let's hurry, the tour is about to start!

-I can't wait! -Get a move on!

-I'm sick of this! -Coming!

The Black Galleon was a notorious pirate ship,

captained by the ruthless, bloodthirsty Leborgne.

The ship was painted black, to scare off their enemies.

And to attack enemies incognito at night?

Good observation.

After they'd plundered several ships in the Caribbean,

the Black Galleon got stranded nearby on Crocodile Island,

named for the tooth-shaped rocks that jut out on the shore.

Legend has it that survivors buried their treasure,

but were then killed by a monstrous beast.

Locals nicknamed it "The Bork."

-The Bork? -It's a mutant creature.

Half bear, half pork.

-Is the treasure still there? -Probably.

People from all over have tried to find it,

-to no avail. -Does the Bork exist?

Historians think it was made up to keep us off the island,

but others claim to have been attacked by the Bork.

There's even a video of the attack online.

-A Bork. Such hogwash. -Hogwash?

All us locals believe it.

Captain Leborgne and his men...

He's never asked me for a book before!

Gyslaine?

Gyslaine?

My turtledove?

Esteban?

Gyslaine, you're a real sexy hen,

Gyslaine, again and again.

You've planted a seed in my heart...

...and now I don't want to be apart.

My Gyslaine, I wove you.

Shut up and kiss me!

Wait, Gyslaine. Wait!

I don't know how!

-It tickles! -Gyslaine! Gyslaine!

Gyslaine, my turtledove?

Enjoy your meal.

Gyslaine?

I'd find the treasure if I could get to the island.

If it existed, someone would've found it.

Maybe it's just really well hidden.

Why d'you want treasure, anyway?

Well...

I'd buy St. Potache. And then sell it.

What are you doing in my classroom?

-School closed. -How's that possible?

Young Ducobu sold St. Potache. We turn school into karaoke.

What the devil?

DEEDE OF SAYLE

I, Ducobu, hereby sell St. Potache

to Mr. Wong.

Animal.

-Whatever. -No more Latouche. Heaven.

Ducobu, Gratin!

-Ms. Gratin, Mr. Ducobu! -Mr. Latouche, what a surprise!

It most certainly is...

-Are you a teacher here? -No, I'm here on vacation.

But I can still teach you here.

-Awesome! -Sweet Jesus, no.

I'm joking, Ducobu. Situational comedy.

Can you give us homework? Just for fun?

We'll talk homework in Sept. Have you seen Ms. Rateau?

-Shoot, I don't have my flute! -Rateau?

This is hell.

Captain Ducobu, the enemy's by the cabin.

Thanks for the intel, solider.

Let's go in for the kill!

Charge!

6 X 7 = 42, 6 X 8 = 48, 6 X 9...

A grenade!

No prob!

-It's OK! -I'm sorry, Sir!

This isn't school. You're here to have fun. To jam.

You dare assault the Captain of Club Mickey!

Vengeance!

-I hate summer vacation. -Léonie, you're not jamming!

OK kids, gather round!

Hop on the jam tram! Come with me!

Before we start, are you all ready to jam?

-This teacher's awesome! -He doesn't teach us anything!

-What's with him and jamming? -Kids.

I have an announcement: Tomorrow morning

marks the official opening of the Club Mickey Olympics!

A contest? Will we be graded?

Yes, Léonie. Each event will be scored.

And the loser will be thrown out to sea...

...and fed to the sharks.

Kids, I'm kidding!

Of course I'm kidding! The winner will get...

This.

-I'd prefer an encyclopedia. -That's my ride to the island!

You have to win first.

And I always win.

I've posted the Olympic events.

-Trampoline. -Archery, swimming...

-Sailing. -I'm no good at this stuff!

Tonight, we have a pétanque tournament.

-Have you seen my fiancé? -I'm sorry, no.

-Have you seen the Tapir's wife? -No.

Not seen nor captured.

-Crostini with aioli? -No.

Ducobu, what's with the getup?

It's for the Olympics. The teacher's the coolest!

He's a camp counselor, not a teacher.

You could still learn a thing or two from him.

We'll talk about this in Sept. Memorization.

Gyslaine! Oh my goodness!

You remember me?

You haven't changed a bit. You're still just as beautiful.

Oh, Esteban!

Remarkable!

I'm putting on a show for the kids on Sunday.

Yeah?

-I'd love to see you there. -I'd love to.

Sorry, I gotta run,

I'm scheduled to sing for the sick kids,

but are you free for supper?

-Of course! -Cool.

-See you later then. -Yeah.

-Gustave, you scared me. -You know the counselor?

Yeah, we'd spend our summers together when we were teens.

That's amazing!

Don't be jealous, he's just a friend.

I'm not jealous.

Muscle-For-Brains looks very nice.

Does he have a sandcastle degree?

Very funny.

What does that he have over me?

I can clown around too. Demonstration.

Up!

There you go!

What's the big deal, this is easy?

I'm pretty good at this!

-Come play with me. -No, I'm reading.

-Is it interesting at least? -This Bork sounds killer!

You really believe in that?

Come, I have to show you something.

-Are you ready? -Yes.

-He really does exist! -Yep.

And if the Bork is real, then so is the treasure.

After the trampoline nationals, I decided to stop competing.

You won the championship?

No, I finished 4th. Like a doofus.

-Are you OK? -Yep! I'm great!

I'm in a good place now.

It's heaven here. I've found balance.

I have the sea, my boat. And the kids!

I love kids too. I'm a music teacher.

Really?

Excellent! And aside from that,

-how's life? -That's good, thanks.

He's going to get her drunk!

-I mean, are you married? -No.

But I'm seeing someone, it's still brand new.

And you?

No, I've yet to find the love of my life.

Truth be told, I never forgot you.

Oh, Esteban.

Gyslaine!

-Do you still sing? -Of course I do.

Luis Mariano!

I adore Italy.

Elimination.

Tampering.

I love walking down memory lane.

Me too. And thank you for supper.

My pleasure. I had a wonderful evening.

You'll have an interesting day as well.

OK kids, to the pool! Time to get on the jam tram!

Gather round and get ready for the first event of the...

...Olympics.

What in the...?

What's wrong Ducobu, can't you swim?

Yes, but my dad insists I wear a lifejacket

because I was in a pool accident.

But it's not fair, it'll weigh you down.

That's life.

Everyone ready?

Ready... set... jam!

Go on!

The winner is...

-...Ducobu! -Yes!

Welcome to the day's 2nd event, may the best kid win!

Fail!

Fail.

Fail!

Good job!

Impressive, Ducobu.

-But it's impossible! -It must be the wind!

You have to factor that in. And Léonie?

I know. Jam.

And the winner is...

-...Ducobu! -That Viking ship is mine!

-You're my hero, Ducobu. -"You're my hero, Ducobu."

-I'm grilling some cockles. -Yummers!

My dad hates fish.

-Your mom cast a spell on him. -Whatever. It's love.

-Women are bewitching, you know. -Try bewitching me, then.

Your girly magic doesn't work.

Of course it does. You're just too dense.

All women have that power.

We're beautiful, brilliant, and we kick your butt at Scrabble.

-What's wrong? -You have an eyelash.

Please, let me.

It's your mom who's in love with my dad.

Whatever.

The cockles are burning!

What's going on?

What's she doing?

-Why is she vacuuming at 4 AM? -I guess she called by accident.

-Mother? -Gyslaine?

Mot...

-Close the laptop. -Can't.

-Why not? -What if something happens?

-What could happen? -I don't know!

The vacuum could short-circuit, start a fire. Oh, the horror!

I'm sleeping on the couch.

-But ladybug! -Stop with the stupid pet names!

There.

Now pull. It needs to be nice and tight.

What's this?

Gyslaine, what's going on?

I'm going to sleep here. The director lent me his tent.

Incomprehension.

I better get going, I have oxtail stew going.

Knock if you need anything, Mr. Tapir.

I hoped that this trip would cement our relationship,

but you love another woman.

-Who? -Your mother!

Mother?

Her or me. You have to choose!

Thank you for the flowers and breakfast.

Esteban.

You can do it!

Too cool!

Fabulous.

-He jumps so high! -Isn't that too high?

Dear sweet Jesus!

Oh my. Retreat.

It hurts!

-It's horrible, just horrible! -It's a catastrophe!

What happened?

-A trampoline accident! -Poor guy! How did it happen?

-I don't know! -Mr. Esteban, I feel for you!

Consternation.

-Who's he? -No one, just rest.

-What do you mean, no one? -Not now!

-Still... -I'm right here.

I'll never find a replacement in the middle of summer!

-We'll have to close the Club! -This'll ruin the kids' holiday!

Not necessarily, Gyslaine.

-If I may be of assistance... -Not now, Mr. Tapir.

I'm a teacher. I am qualified to help.

Devotion.

We had a cool teacher for once. Who'll take care of us now?

Surprise!

No, anyone but him!

It's OK, Ducobu, I'm here as a camp counselor, not a teacher.

Now stand to take attendance!

Will we continue the Olympics?

Affirmative, but we're starting from scratch.

What?

Esteban's events are ridiculous.

Grotesque even!

See, told you so.

But worry not, Ducobu,

I've devised events worthy of your intelligence.

What a glorious harvest it was.

What a glorious harvest it was,

colon.

We collected cher-i-mo-yas,

-cherimoyas, comma... -Wow, you're so beautiful.

You look like an actress in this light.

-Really? -May I draw you?

If you want, but hurry, I have to finish this.

Lift your chin to the clouds.

Perfect, don't move.

...beautiful, ripe jabuticabas,

beautiful, ripe jabuticabas,

-and a firm romanesco... -What are you doing?

-I'm so stupid. -Gratin, silence!

It's Ducobu, he's cheating!

Careful Ducobu, if I bar you from the events,

-you can kiss the boat goodbye. -Oh no!

-Mr. Tapir? -Yes, Mr. Director?

Why aren't the kids having fun?

We're doing a recreational dictation.

A dictation? Parents send their kids here to have fun.

-They're on vacation. -Of course, Mr. Director.

-We play to a different tune. -I'm perfectly aware.

Good.

Mr. Director.

Hello, Reception? Could you pull out Mr. Tapir's file?

OK kids, on my signal, have fun.

Have fun already!

Gyslaine?

-It's late, where were you? -I was at the hospital.

-How's poor Esteban? -In shock, but doing better.

They're keeping him for observation.

I've thought things over, and I'm leaving Mother.

-Oh. -You don't seem pleased.

I am... But... How do I say this...

Seeing Esteban again has got me thinking.

It's got you thinking? That's terrible!

I need some distance right now, Gustave.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, kitten.

I could be looking for treasure right now.

-Can I help you? -Huh?

Do you have anything in yellow and black?

-No. -OK.

Hervé, I need your opinion on this bathing suit.

Do you think it's maybe a little too... revealing?

No, it's... no...

It's from our Copacabana line.

Oh, that's why there's so little material!

-I love Brazil. -Do I take it?

Take it. I mean, if you want.

What do you think...?

Hello?

Who authorized you to board my ship?

No one. I'm sorry, sir.

Is that you?

Yes.

-You're a treasure hunter. -Yes, how did you know?

Because I used to be one. But that treasure is a legend.

-A legend? -Yes.

You wrote:

The Black Galleon was filled to the rafters with gold

when it ran aground.

Come with me, kid.

All this junk once belonged to Captain Leborgne.

Welcome, make yourself at home.

Have you been on Crocodile Island?

Dozens of times.

I lost 2 boats and 30 years of my life.

-Was that Leborgne's telescope? -Yes.

Here, it's yours now.

-On the house. -Thank you, sir.

My pleasure.

Is that the same globe that's on this painting?

Yes.

Give me that.

It might be a clue, but I doubt it'll be much help.

Can I borrow it?

Sure, why not. I've outgrown adventure.

I'm gonna find that treasure!

-Good luck, kid. -Thanks! Bye!

Bye.

I really need to win that Viking boat.

She's thinking things through.

-What's wrong, kids? -We're bored, Mr. Latouche.

-Then go have fun! -Can we do the Olympics?

Yeah! We want Olympics!

We want Olympics!

-We want Olympics! -But kids!

I can't think of any fun activities.

We can help you find some! We could do a poetry slam!

-That sucks! -When I was a young scout,

we'd build sandcastles.

-We'd also have sack races. -What's that?

It's simple. Contestants place both legs inside a bag,

and they hop, hop, hop to the finish line!

I was unbeatable at the time.

I destroyed my peers.

You're lucky to still be kids.

Make the most of it.

-What's that? -It's Leborgne's scroll.

What's that line mean?

I don't know, but we'll find out soon.

That's Crocodile Island. I recognize it.

-What's the writing? -Oh my God, Hervé!

-You have sunburn! -Where?

Let me. I have a moisturizer made from cow placenta.

Cow placenta? How lovely...

-Turn around. -That's so nice.

It doesn't smell great, but it works!

The smell's not so bad.

There's no use denying it. They're both in love.

If they love each other, we'll have to live together,

which means fish, no sleeping in and homework every day.

-It'll be hell. -What if they have a baby?

Half you and half me.

Lécobu.

-That's worse than a Bork. -We have to stop this.

But how?

We'll be bad and turn them against each other.

What a great idea!

But how do you be bad?

Don't worry, I got this.

They're coming.

...eat organic to ward off digestion problems.

No, that's not organic!

I'm sick of algae! I want chocolate!

-You think that's funny? -They're just kids having fun.

This is terrible. Léonie has never disobeyed me before.

Whose fault do you think that is?

-Are you blaming Ducobu? -Yes!

So if he jumped off a bridge, your daughter would follow?

Yes! I've raised her to behave and obey.

-Unlike others. -More finger pointing.

-What? -You're laying blame!

I'm not laying anything!

Take your crap, I'm taking a nap!

-It's working. -We won the battle, not the war.

We must finish them off!

Kids, come to the Club Mickey beach

for the first event of the proper Olympics!

Ducobu, what are you doing?

-It's so no one copies me. -OK...

Mr. Tapir!

Sandcastles, good job!

Listening.

I'll be there in 10 seconds.

Terrible, just terrible.

What is that, a nuclear power plant?

Goodness, I'd hate to live in your castle.

It's our school, St. Potache.

I must say, that'll be hard to beat!

As usual.

I think we have our winner. The king of the beach.

Jubilation.

The winner of the sandcastle event: Gratin!

Congratulations.

But winners raise both arms in triumph.

Dirty cheater.

Looks like I'm one spring ahead of you.

You cheat even on vacation.

You're hopeless.

If I find the Bork, I'll set him on Latouche.

On a brighter note, I'm in the lead again!

-Can I have the boat if you win? -No way.

You can't use an inflatable boat out at sea.

-I don't want to lose you. -Léonie, sweetheart.

How about a girl's night in?

-Sure, Mom. -Pizza for supper, son?

Yeah.

A huge pizza with ham, beef and chorizo,

extra cheese and double pepperoni.

Come sweetheart, I made spelt pasta.

There's no food, it's a bluff. Delicious!

Don't move.

My life flashed before my eyes as I crashed into the cabin.

And I saw you, over and over again.

I'm so confused, Esteban.

Don't say anything.

Don't say a word.

-Gyslaine! -Esteban, you know I'm engaged!

-With that guy by the ambulance? -Yes.

What do you doing with that guy! It's 2012 and he has a mustache!

I like his mustache. It reminds me of Clark Gables,

-from Gone With the Wind. -No, Gyslaine.

He's no Clark Gable.

He's got an anchovy on his lip and he clucks like a chicken!

Don't speak ill of him. He's got wonderful qualities.

He's gentle, and romantic.

Then I can't see you anymore. It's too painful.

It's OK, you know. I'll keep jamming.

I'm not saying no.

But I didn't say yes.

But it's...

-It's too hard. -But Gyslaine!

Who...?

-What are you doing here? -Don't recognize me?

The chicken with the anchovy mustache.

Do you know what characterizes this gallinaceous bird?

-What? -They like to peck.

Peck.

Peck, peck, peck!

I peck, I'm a chicken so I peck!

Peck!

What are you doing?

Young man, I'm a public servant!

I read it. Not exactly a literary masterpiece.

And? Find any clues?

No. In fact, the last sentence says it all.

The last sentence?

Leborgne brought the secret of the treasure to his grave.

-To his grave. -Exactly!

That's where we have to look!

Good job, Léonie!

Now where is his grave?

There!

In the Pirate's Lair!

It's in the sailors' cemetery. Let's go!

Right now, at night?

Yeah, there are visitors during the day.

Well, all right then.

I guess I'll ask Alice from Club Mickey.

She's no scaredy cat.

OK, I'm in!

Come on.

-Wait for me! -Hurry up!

-Wait! -Stop it.

The Pirate's Lair.

It's just a cat.

Let's do this.

-Which one's the right casket? -We can't open them all.

There's a hand on your shoulder.

That's your hand.

Wait outside if you're scared.

I'm not scared.

A glass eye! It's Leborgne!

-How did you know? -Feminine intuition.

That's why women are better than men.

Another scroll!

Hold this.

It makes a cross!

I bet that's where the treasure is!

Ubi mors spectact

That doesn't mean anything.

He must've sucked at school. This is gibberish.

It's not gibberish, it's Latin.

It means: Whereupon death stares.

Whereupon death stares?

A description of the missing kids?

A little redhead with ponytails dressed in red, think raspberry,

and a blond boy dressed up as a zebra,

but with yellow and black stripes.

Never mind, we just found them! Thank you, Officer!

-Where were you? -Out for a ride.

I'm going to go. I have anchovies to cure.

Ms. Panda, Mr. Zebra...

-Sorry to have bothered you. -It's OK.

-You're in a world of trouble. -I hope so!

Stay out of it!

Léonie needs to be punished too. They were two.

She wasn't the instigator.

According to you. Women are manipulators.

There are countless examples, like...

...like...

-Cleopatra! -Yes, great example Léonie!

Come on, you!

Sure, typical.

Sleep here, then.

Chapter 2, Sweep her off her feet by the seaside.

Prepare a romantic seafood supper.

Hi! You forgot your undies!

-What were you reading? -Nothing.

Gustave!

She dumped you for being a loser!

No, Mother.

We're on a break. Gyslaine needs to think.

She needs to think? You're so naive, sonny.

She's never coming back, she needs a real man!

Gustave?

Where are you? What are you doing?

Revolution.

-Oh my. -Oh my what?

It's quite pricey.

Are your crustaceans on sale?

Do I look like a rug salesman?

No.

Excuse me,

I'd like to buy your catch for %5.

%5? You think we're stupid?

This is what you get for %5.

My goodness!

This could make a good side.

I've just thought up a really fun activity.

The one who brings back the most seafood wins!

This is the final event and counts for triple points!

The winner will therefore get the Viking boat!

Now go!

Go, go, go!

Seafood, go!

Why are you throwing it out?

It's been 3 days and it's all gone bad.

-You think that's funny? -Yep.

Sorry.

That's all you caught?

This certainly won't win me back my princess.

Crab, shrimp and prawns!

Ducobu, you've won the Olympics! The boat is yours!

That treasure is mine!

Gyslaine is mine!

Yes!

You did it, Gustave. You did it.

Well... Shall we eat?

-Do you like seafood? -I love seafood.

I feel so spoiled.

Nothing is too good for... my Gyslaine!

-Enjoy. -Thank you, Ducobu.

He's a good kid.

After you, my dear.

-Is there a problem? -It smells a little funny.

Really?

Smells fine to me.

-Delicious. -I think they've gone bad.

I'm really enjoying them.

It's so fresh...

...I can feel the waves rolling in my stomach.

It sounds more like a tsunami.

Gustave!

Mr. Latouche, Mr. Latouche!

-Mr. Latouche! -No Club Mickey today. I'm sick.

-Intoxication. -It's Ducobu!

-I'm afraid for his safety! -Finally, some good news!

He wants to take his boat out to sea to find a treasure.

Treasure?

Booty?

I'm gonna rip that mustache right off..

Jamming!

Well, well, well!

-What shenanigans are you up to? -Nothing, just some crafts.

Really? That's not what Gratin had to say.

I hope you didn't mention...

Simmer down. Tell me more about this treasure.

Never!

Then I'll report you to the police for poisoning me.

Where did you find that seafood?

I'll help you find the treasure, and we split it 3 ways.

-Too bad, it's our treasure! -Think about it.

One wave and you go over. It'd be safer on a paddleboat.

Whereas I could provide a real boat.

Accept. We need an adult.

Your parents will sign off if your teacher's going.

I'll say we're going to study the island's ecosystem.

Do we have a deal?

-A treasure! That's so exciting! -I know! Just imagine!

We could get Mother a house, move in together,

and maybe we could give serious thought to...

-...getting you operated. -So you noticed.

Oh, I have.

I've always felt self-conscious about my feet.

-Your feet? -One foot is a 6, the other, 8.

This defect ruined my childhood.

My parents never had much money,

and they always had to buy me 2 pairs at a time.

They couldn't afford Christmas presents.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

It's ancient history. Let's find the treasure!

Yes, I just need to put my short pants on.

OK, adventure, here we come!

Helmsman, you there.

Would you be willing to bring us to Crocodile Island?

Are you crazy? That's much too dangerous!

For a modest price, of course. Remuneration.

Try your luck in there. Someone might be crazy enough to agree.

Let's go.

This is no place for kids. Or women.

Good day, Sir.

We're looking to charter a boat to Crocodile Island.

Even if you survive the landing,

-you'll be eaten by the Bork. -What's a Bork?

It's a vile creature, half bear, half swine.

Half bear... half swine?

Oh my.

And have you found the cramster? Half crab, half hamster?

Never make fun of the Bork. Never.

It's an excellent ship. Completely safe.

The Formidable Beast.

Like me.

And I like it. It's rugged. Exaltation.

-How long will it take to cross? -About 6 hours.

It'll depend on the weather.

And on the amount of rum he throws back.

Nice look. Indiana Jones meets Homer Simpson.

-You find that funny? -Sorry, it was an accident.

An adventurer must dress for the part!

Don't worry about me, I've got everything I need.

Esteban?

Oh, hi Gyslaine.

-But, what... -I heal fast.

Where are you headed off to?

-We're off to Crocodile Island. -But the Bork!

The Bork? It's all nonsense, poppycock.

Let's go, Gyslaine.

It's too dangerous. Think of the kids!

Son, I'm a public servant.

I won't take advice from a camp counselor.

The Formidable Beast awaits.

-Are you OK, Mr. Latouche? -Of course.

It's all good. I love sailing.

I'm Captain Corkscrew!

Can I try?

-Take a swig, sailor! -No, he's a kid!

She's right. It's a man's beverage!

-What is this swill? -A man's beverage.

I never...

Crocodile Island, up ahead!

Are we going to make it? You shouldn't drink and drive.

-Don't worry, I'm a pro. -Sure.

-This won't end well. -Careful!

-What happened? -I didn't see it, it happens!

Oh it happens, does it?

I'm going to try a maneuver to steer clear...

Quick, the lifejackets!

Oops.

-We're going to drown! -In alcohol!

-What do we do? -I don't know!

Gustave, save us!

Push harder! Didn't you drink enough fuel?

-I never! -You never nothing!

Shut up and swim!

We'll climb to the top to get a view of the island

-and locate the cross. -What's the meaning of this?

I'll issue the commands.

-We're not in class. -But I'm still your elder.

-I have more experience. -Mr. Latouche is right.

-There. -Priss.

What now?

Now we climb to the top to get a view of the island

and locate the cross.

-And where's the treasure? -Ducobu?

-I thought you were leading. -You have the map.

We have to go to the north.

-It's so far! I won't make it! -Of course you will.

I'm going to wait right here.

I don't want the Bork to eat my other hand.

And I'll keep on eye on the Viking boat.

Alcoholic and lazy.

I never!

He's going to yell at me again.

Let's hurry this up! Good grief!

That stings!

-Maybe we should change leaders. -I agree.

-Let's put it to a vote. -Vote?

For what?

To choose the expedition leader. Who votes for me?

-Conspiracy. -Sorry, Gustave.

Ducobu saved his classmates from a wolf. That's something.

A wolf's just a big dog.

Fine, surrender.

Come!

Stop! I can't go on. My feet hurt.

-Already? -We're only halfway there!

It's OK, just leave me. I'm a burden to the team.

-Gyslaine, don't say that. -I'll wait for rescue here.

You'd be too exposed, the Bork would find you.

Right, the Bork's looking at us right now, with his beady eyes,

just waiting to devour us.

What was that?

-I don't know, a boat horn? -It's the Bork, Gustave.

The Bork.

-The treasure's to the north? -Yes.

All right, north.

North is the other way.

Come on!

Look at the size of the tracks!

The Bork would need size 34 shoes!

It's a monster!

These "tracks" are the result of soil erosion.

What?

Never mind him,

-he's not a believer. -That's right.

Like Descartes, I don't believe in this childish nonsense.

Well, I came here for treasure. Who's with me?

Ducobu!

Nighttime is coming, maybe we should set up camp.

-Léonie? -Yes?

-You'd also make a great leader. -Thank you.

-I'm hungry. -Not to worry, my dove.

I took care of everything.

See, Auvergne-style tripe for all!

-My treat. -Cold tripe?

Don't start, we're in survival mode here.

Positively divine!

-Who wants marshmallows? -Awesome!

-This reminds me of Esteban. -You guys are missing out.

Any takers?

A mailman!

A constable!

A Bork!

-A police officer! -Yes! Such insight!

-But I said constable. -It's not quite the same.

It's a more specific rank. Your turn, Gyslaine.

Mrs. Bork?

So graceful.

A classical dancer!

Yes.

Good job, Léonie. Your turn.

-The Bork doing graffiti? -Ducobu, enough!

-It's a teacher! -Yes, congrats Mr. Latouche!

Nice touch, Gratin!

The Bork!

One more word about the Bork and you lose game privileges.

Behind you! The Bork!

Sure, I'm shaking in my boots.

The Bork! Holy crap, the Bork!

We have to close the tent.

I'm not sure about that. This way, we see it coming.

Ducobu, thank you. You saved me.

He's gone.

Well done, Ducobu.

Well, we certainly showed that cursed Bork who's boss!

He'll know not to mess with us!

I propose we get some shuteye.

I'd feel better if someone stood guard.

-Absolutely, Gratin, you're up. -Me?

Gustave, she's just a child!

I see. I have to put myself in harm's way. Again.

Goodnight.

Ingratitude.

I'm sorry, Gyslaine! I thought you were the Bork!

What a lovely greeting.

I'm not laying anything!

Take your crap, I'm taking a nap!

What's on your face.

It's your placenta... cream.

It's not meant to be face cream.

-Here. -Thank you.

Please, have a seat on... the stairs.

Thank you.

Adeline, I'm so sorry about the other day.

Me too, Hervé. I wasn't thinking straight.

The kids, they drive us mad!

I have to admit,

it's nice not having Léonie for a few days.

Me too! We need time off too!

They can be so selfish at times.

They're energy-sucking vampires.

I doubt they're even thinking of us right now.

Exactly.

You know what?

-I miss my mom. -It's weird, I miss my dad too.

-I can't feel my feet! -We're almost there.

Everything'll be OK, dear Gyslaine.

-There. -Look, the cross!

Where?

The treasure's right there!

I knew it, no treasure.

-It's just a stupid legend. -What about the Bork?

The treasure is somewhere.

But where?

Whereupon death stares!

There's a cave! That's where the treasure is!

Look, an opening!

The Bork could trap us in there.

I've thought of everything. I have Bork Bait.

-Acorns and honey. -What?

Bears like honey, pigs like acorns.

The Bork won't be able to resist.

-What a great idea! -If you used your head in class.

-I do use my head in class. -To cheat, not study.

To each his own.

We need wood and branches to make a trap.

-Go, go, go! -Yeah, well...

Is your Bork trap almost ready?

Another minute.

Okay, the branches.

As soon as it steps here, it'll hurtle down.

It's probably pirate remains.

Or the Bork's pantry.

Peace be with him. OK, get a move on!

For the love of...

-See anything? -No.

-Nothing. -Nada.

-Nothing. -Nothing.

-Where is this bloody booty? -Look, a stave.

What?

A solid gold statue! Gyslaine, we're rich!

-It looks like Mr. Latouche! -What?

It's true! That's so funny!

That looks nothing like me.

Actually...

I get it, tyranny runs in your family!

Enough, Ducobu. Now, the treasure!

Imagine, Mr. Latouche,

you're a God for certain headhunters.

More like a demon.

You hungry, big guy? Come then.

Yummy acorns!

Your Bork bait doesn't seem to work.

Stupid beast!

He's not moving anymore.

Come out now, I conquered the Bork!

I conquered the Bork!

Let me have this one,

and I promise to be very lenient next year.

I want a minimum average of 7.

Don't push it. Six, final offer.

-Five. -This kid is crazy. Deal.

Gyslaine, I conquered the vile creature.

I took him down with my bare hands!

-Right, Ducobu? -Yeah.

-You're my hero. -Satisfaction.

It spoke!

I thought only humans were capable of speech!

That's true! Stupefaction.

I know that voice.

-Esteban! -The teacher!

Camp counselor.

-Esteban, why? -I brought the Bork back to life

to keep people away from here.

I've been searching for 10 years.

-What about the costume? -I made this. Not bad, huh?

I didn't mean any harm. I just wanted to scare you.

You should be ashamed.

I can't believe I almost left Gustave for you!

Re-satisfaction.

Now bring us to your boat, you maggot!

-Don't hit a man when he's down. -But he's a criminal!

-What's this? -A tiny amplifier.

-My regular voice isn't scary. -That's for sure. Buffoon.

Give.

Ducobu, corner, now!

-This is fun! -Jamming.

-It's so nice, just you and me. -Yeah.

-It's such a wonderful day. -It is.

Just wonderful.

A delicious day.

Dad!

-Mom! -Dad!

The kids are back.

-Great... -Yes, great...

Dad!

-Mom! -We found the treasure!

Strange, it looks a little like Mr. Latouche.

Yes! You should get your ears pierced!

-Over there. -Excuse us!

Please, keep your hands off the treasure, thank you!

Hello.

I'm the Marine Museum director.

Congratulations on finding this invaluable statue.

We'll showcase it at the museum!

Good job! I'll include this in my notes!

Let me stop you right there.

This statue comes with a price. Transaction.

It'll go to the highest bidder. Negotiation.

Good, Ducobu.

Sorry, it's a heritage piece, but you'll be rewarded.

A lifetime pass to our museum!

What about Esteban?

We hand him over to the authorities.

-Incarceration. -But he didn't kill anyone!

-Compassion? -I'll take care of him.

-Oh no, not him. -You've been a bad, bad Bork!

You're gonna get a spanking.

Gyslaine, I wove you!

-I love you! -Gyslaine.

He's a Bork.

In particular, I want to thank the young Ducobu,

who not only once saved the lives of his peers,

but has now found a centuries-old treasure.

This boy isn't a hero. He's a superhero!

Good job!

Thank you.

Congrats, kid. You solved the mystery.

-Top notch. -Thank you.

Ducobu.

I was supposed to be the hero.

You've broken our pact.

-I'll be merciless next year. -See if I care.

Thank you, Ducobu.

-They didn't even mention me. -It doesn't matter.

You still get to go home with treasure.

My Clark Gable.

Oh my God, look!

Translation: Meaghan Girard Épilogue