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KING SAUSAGE

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Moppel. I'm Freddy Willekens.

I'll report on the annual festivities for 'Moppel Today'.

The highlight, of course, is the sausage competition...

...of the Association For Meat and Cuts...

No, for the Meat Association...

Let's do it again, guys. Come on.

And a 1 00 grams of veal fricandeau. - No problem, Mrs. de Haan.

Greet, can you get some fricandeau from the back?

And some bacon-wrapped sausage, please.

Is it OK if it's a bit more?

There. Hello.

Hello, Mr. Tuitjes.

Hi, Nol.

Hey. Hi, Greetje.

Hi.

What can I get you, my good man? - 1 00 grams of dry sausage...

...1 00 grams of grilled sausage and 300 grams of roastbeef.

That's right.

I'll get it, Dad.

I see you every day

staring through the glass

I'd like to ask you

if you're the one

I'd really like to know

whether I'm not mistaken

whether you want to date me

and be more than just friends

Is it OK if it's a bit more?

Please let it be OK

Is it OK if it's this time? I'm so much in love

I'm so much in love

Greetje? - I'm so much in love

Greet! - Huh?

A bit more is fine, but this is overdoing it.

Isn't it, Nol? - Yeah.

Oh, right.

Bongiorno, everyone.

My name is Smakkerelli.

I've come all the way from Italy to treat you.

Well, Moppel can use a pizzeria. Right, Greet.

How nice.

Pizzeria? No, grazie.

This is going to be a macelleria.

A what?

BUTCHER SMAKKERELLI

An Italian butcher?

Can you imagine? What do those people know about sausage?

Isn't salami from Italy? - So what?

Do you think he'll make better salami than I do?

Of course not.

Well, he's a handsome man. - Handsome?

He's got more grease in his hair than in his meat.

Trust me, that charlatan won't last here for two weeks.

Then he'll buzz off on that silly moped.

Huh? Hasn't Nol been in yet? - No. Why?

Maybe he's sick.

It isn't like Nol to come late.

It's as if everyone is sick today.

Is it OK if I deliver his order?

Hurry, though. I'm sure we'll be overrun later. - OK. Bye.

Ciao, bella. See you soon and remember: bon appétit.

Who's next? - Me. I was here first.

Calm down, ladies.

Greetje, what are you doing here? - I thought you were sick, or...

Sick? No, no, no. I'm...

Well, you didn't come to the shop, so I thought...

Sorry, my mom already got the groceries.

Hey, Greetje, want to stay for lunch? - No, I have to get back to work.

Are you sure? I've got plenty.

I'll come to the shop soon.

You don't need to. It doesn't matter.

Bon appétit. - Thank you.

Listen, he'll be back next week with his tail between his legs.

You think so? - Of course. That sausage is gross.

I mean, truffle in your salami! That stuff is for pigs.

Hey, sister. You're right on time. The meat is done.

No, thank you. I'm not that hungry.

But they're your favorite. - I said I'm not hungry.

Are you sure? Not even one sausage? - No.

What's this?

None of your business.

My own flesh and blood!

Dad!

I love Moppel and Moppel loves me.

Because I treat you with the most delicious salsiccia.

Well-said, Mr. Smakkerelli.

Good to hear you feel welcome in our wonderful town.

Vulture!

What are you talking about? - Your shop.

You're stealing my customers with your smooth talking.

You just can't stand that I sell the best salsiccia.

You? Don't make me laugh.

Who's won the sausage competition here ten years in a row?

That isn't that difficult with zero competition.

Listen, Mr. Smarmy, if you don't get lost soon, I'll make mincemeat out of you.

Dad, control yourself. - I've got a better idea.

We both participate and if you win...

...I'm gone.

Then you might as well pack your bags now. I always win.

I'm sure. But if I win...

...you leave.

Well?

What do you think, amigo?

Wow. That promises to be the most exciting competition ever.

Of course, it can be seen live on 'Moppel Today'.

Dad, wait.

You're not seriously going to do this? - I am. And I'm going to win.

But what if you lose?

Greet, do you mean that?

Did you forget who you're talking to?

I'm not going to be bullied by that guy

Where did he get the nerve to open a shop here?

With his hair wax and his posh clothes

Does that schmoozer really think he can win?

I'm a lot better than that mortadella

After this competition he's gone Bye, ciao bella

King Sausage

I am King Sausage

But what happens if you'd lose?

Lose? Me? No way.

If the jury would choose him, after all?

No, no, no. That isn't going to happen.

Come on, Greetje, where is your faith?

Everything will be as it used to be

King Sausage - With a certificate and a medal

I am King Sausage - With a certificate and a medal

King Sausage - With a certificate and a medal

I am King Sausage - With a certificate and a medal

Rizo? Rizo! Rizo?

Voila. Salsicca à la Tuitjes - Huh? OK.

Has anyone seen Rizo? He isn't in his cage.

Forget about that filthy rat. He'll turn up again.

Taste my sausage first. - OK.

And? Isn't it great?

Much better than that Italian junk, right?

Yummy. - What did I tell you?

No one can make sausage like your dad.

I'm going to win. Smakkerelli doesn't stand a chance.

This is gross. - What?

Is there something wrong with it? - No.

No, Dad, it's just...

...very original.

Here you go, Mr. ter Heerdt. Enjoy. - Thank you, Greet.

Tell your dad he has my vote.

I don't want that Italian junk. - Oh, Italian junk. Right.

I want nothing to do with it. - That's very kind. I'll pass it on.

Bye, Mr. ter Heerdt.

Here. Go to Mr. Smarmy's shop and buy 1 00 grams of everything.

What? - Just do it.

No, that's stealing. - Why? I'm paying for it.

Pay? What about the competition? It isn't fair if you use his recipes.

Oh. Who's the thief here?

That guy who steals my customers, or me?

Ciao, bella. See you soon.

Hello, sweetheart.

What can I get you?

I'm not sure. What's that? - That's finochiolla.

Fennel sausage. Want to try it?

Fennel, right. - When you close your eyes...

...you'll think you're in Lombardy.

It's very good. And what's that? - Bresaola. Dried beef.

Wonderful on a panini.

Gosh. I'll have a 1 00 grams of each.

Nolito? - Yes?

Can you slice a 1 00 grams of bresaola for this beautiful lady?

Yes. Si.

Greetje. - Nol.

Do you know each other? - Yes, that's Greetje.

From school. We know each other from school.

What are you doing here?

I don't know. I can ask you the same thing.

Well, my mom arranged it.

She was tired of standing in line for so long.

So she asked Mr. Smakkerelli if he could use an assistant.

And... ta-da.

What about you? What are you doing here?

Nothing.

I'm just here to say hello.

Sorry, I was going to call you, but I was so...

That's OK. I understand.

Do you feel like going out tonight?

Tonight tonight? - Yes. I could pick you up in an hour.

OK. What about your job? - We're closing early.

Mr. Smakkerelli has to make his sausage for the competition.

Ah, for the competition. Of course.

Sure. That's fine. - OK.

See you soon. - Yeah, see you soon.

Bye. - Bye.

Greetje, you're forgetting your groceries.

Oh, silly me.

That's Tuitjes' daughter.

Rizo?

Rizo!

Bye, Dad, I'm off.

What about those groceries? - In the fridge.

Ciao, bella.

Gosh, Nol.

Are you coming?

OK.

Sorry, this moped is a bit sensitive.

That's OK, so am I.

I've known you since forever

but I never bothered with you

I was too slow and scared

You were such a pretty woman

Is it OK if it's a bit more?

Please let it be OK

Is it OK if it's this time? I'm so much in love.

I'm so much in love

Tuit, now you're going to tell me where Rizo is.

Why are you so sad?

At least this is better than the filthy sausages I've tasted before.

Hey.

Here you go. - Grazie.

Are you sure you don't want me to take you home?

No, that's OK. I'll walk. It isn't far.

If you wait for a minute, I'll walk you home.

OK.

There.

What's wrong? Didn't you have fun?

It's just that competition.

I had so much fun, I forgot about it.

What if my dad loses? - Who says he's going to lose?

He's been King Sausage for years. - OK, but losing...

...to a real Italian.

Can I tell you a secret? - What?

He isn't Italian at all. - What? Smakkerelli?

His name is just Smak. I saw it on one of his certificates.

So it's one big show-off. - Yep.

It doesn't really matter. Everyone likes to show off sometimes.

I'm not a real Romeo either.

You are to me.

Oh, Nolito.

Hello, I'm Freddy Willekens.

I'm at the Moppel festival grounds of the sausage competition...

...organized by the Association Of Meat Products From Fresh Pigs.

That's a mouthful, folks.

It's going to be super exciting again this year...

...because we're all wondering who's going to be King Sausage this year.

My God, it's hot.

Are you sure, Dad?

You can still back out, you know. No one will blame you.

Don't worry, sweetie. I've never been so confident.

The big moment is here. There are only two butchers left.

The jury doesn't only judge the flavor, but also the look...

...and preparation.

Delicious. - It's good.

The jury are devouring these sausages.

The last sausages.

What's this?

Rat tails!

I hear rat tails. The sausages seem to be filled with rat tails.

That's impossible. I made them myself.

You put those rat tails in my sausages.

Whatever gave you that idea? - Someone must have come into my shop.

I'm sure of it.

Nolito. - Huh?

No, Mr. Smakkerelli, I'd never...

Greetje, did you... - No, Nol.

Of course not. I'd never do anything like that.

But why did you drop by all of a sudden? - Huh?

Well, you didn't know I worked there. And our date...

Was our date a fake? - No, Nol. Honest.

Just leave them, sweat pea. They're just sore losers.

Losers?

Nonsense. You're a cheat. - Is that right?

Who's the cheat here?

You're not even a real Italian.

How do you know?

Why? It's true, isn't it?

But I didn't tell you.

You were in the shop. Last night. You messed with those sausages.

Greetje, whose side are you on? Their side or your own father's?

What should I do?

I'll lose something for now and for eternity

I'll withdraw from this race

No more meat forevermore

I'll choose myself I'll choose for me

'Cause then I'll choose for both of us

I'll untie myself set myself free

I'll choose myself

I'll choose for me

You dirty cheat.

Stop it, guys.

You're both disqualified.

For 25 years!

Dear Greetje, wait for me

I want this as much as you do

No entrecote or frog legs

Greetje, you are what I want

I'll choose for us I'll choose for you

I now know that I trust you

Because I love you so much

I'll choose for us I'll choose for

you

That filthy murderer!

Who? Smakkerelli? - No, your dad. That weasly coward.

He's left. - Huh?

"Bye, Greetje.

You're choosing for yourself. That's good.

So am I.

Moppel isn't big enough for two butchers.

It's time to introduce the world to my sausages.

Bye, dear daughter. Farewell."

Where is he, that filthy thief? - Not that stupid competition again.

No, my moped!

I'll choose for me.