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* MY FRIEND PERCY'S MAGIC GYM SHOES *

How Ulf got to know Percy and discovered a pair of magic gym shoes.

Ulf, Klas-Göran, Uffe! What are you up to?

- That's our secret... - We can't tell you, Percy!

- Ulf! - Come on then, Ulf!

- Careful running there, boys! - Yes, Mrs. Ohlson!

- Hello, Uncle Gustavsson. - Hello.

- What is it that's so much fun, Ulf? - Nothing.

- Let's go get some juice. - Le père et la mère sont les parents.

Have a bun, too, Klas-Göran. What happened to your cap?

Percy jumped on it.

- Jacques joue avec une balle. - What did you say?

That Percy jumped on it.

Who's Percy?

- He is a new kid and good at jumping. - And he's got style.

- What does his father do? - No idea. We've got to head off.

Already? Are you going to play Monopoly now?

No, we're checking out the natural environment.

Wow, look at those tits!

- They have to be from Finland. - Right enough.

You haven't lived until you've seen these...

- Holy cow, stop! You're being stupid! - I have to get my hand on those!

- Isn't that why we came here! - In your dreams!

- Give it a rest. - We have to keep it secret, of course.

We should swear a blood oath!

- But we don't have a sharp knife. - No, just that.

- "Monsieur Durand écrit une lettre..." - ...écrit une lettre sur la table.

- "Madame Durand..." - Madame Durand...

- "La fille chante une chanson." - La fille chante une chanson!

...Lindström has the puck, passes to Tumba.

Tumba firing... GOAL!

8:1 to the Swedes. Tumba scores!

I've got a secret! It's a good one!

- What is it, then? - It's a secret!

- Then don't bother me with it. - I've seen you naked!

GOAL!!!

- Have you been in my closet? - Have you been naked in there, too?

La grand-mère...

Stay the Hell out of my closet! Next time I'll break your arms!

- Ow, ow... Ow! - What is it?

He fell. He's a real klutz. See how clumsy he is!

- I just helped him. - My poor dear...

Good thing that you have other friends.

Go and take it easy now! Jan will help me set the clocks.

"Give me a quarter of an hour every day..."

Why did you lock the door?

- I didn't lock it! - Open up and I'll let you borrow a comic book.

You're lying. You don't have any comics. You only want to come in and bother me!

- You're not fooling me! - We'll see!

37...

...38...

...39...

Ow... ow...

- Good morning, Uncle Gustavsson. - Good morning!

- Hey! - Hey!

- Ulf, it's time for your treatment. - Where is he going?

- To the gym for his feet. - How come?

- He's flat-footed! - Doesn't his schoolwork get counted?

- I can catch bullets with my toes. - My feet are flat, too.

As a flatfish...

Percy, put your foot down now!

You have to get some new shoes... you can't wear these here...

- There's nothing wrong with them! - Oh, yeah? - Haven't you left yet?

- Can I go with him? - You stay here!

- My feet were flat this morning... - Mine too.

You're lucky to have flat feet.

Push it here: and push and slide and let it go!

Good, Marianne! Fine...

Don't worry! Soon, we'll... we'll have mastered the toe pass.

And... so... we are raising and lowering the feet.

One and two and running and down! A big stretch...!

If you see a car, run in front of it.

- Closest one wins. - What's the loser get?

- Forget it. It's stupid! - It's not! Are you OK with it?

Krillan.

Berra.

- That was a pretty big miss. - Are you going now?

- I can wait. - Klas-Göran.

- Now? - I might have a stomach-ache...

- What a chicken! - You'll see if I'm scared!

Yeah, we will. But you shouldn't be... it's simple. Watch!

- Your turn! - He's such a wimp!

- Not at all, he's just slow! - Let's beat him up!

I'm coming now.

Congratulations! Today's snail-ass...!

He wins!

Jump, Ulf!

Why the Hell didn't you jump?! You usually always jump aside!

You should be dead! You hear?

Answer me!

Did you get a knock to the head?!

- Did anyone see him get hit in the head? - No, not at all.

I'm taking him home, to have a word with his parents.

You know where he lives?

There's no problem. He was just slow getting out of the way... he was born slow.

He's only shaken up... maybe with some sweets and soda, he'll be OK.

That's life... OK, Kiddo, they're on me.

- You take good care of him. - We will, we swear!

- Good trick... you really fooled us! - What do you mean?

First that you're flat-footed, and second that you've been knocked in the head. What a prankster!

We've got to celebrate this! Come on, snails-asses!

Ulf, wake up! It's your turn to bat.

- Give that ball all it can handle! - He swings like a girl!

You see that hole in the air? Help! The sky might hit us on the head!

- Nice try. Now just hit the ball. - Oh, he'll just miss it.

- When the ball is shoulder-high, just swing from the hip. - I'll try...

He'll miss... let's see you hit this!

- Hey, dumb-ass... didn't you see me? - No, I didn't see you.

- You got something horribly wrong with your eye? - Yeah, bad enough...

Liar! You saw me!

- It's no biggie... leave Ulf alone! - I'm just going to break his nose.

No you won't!

Now, now... that's enough of that! Go rinse your lip with cold water.

OK, OK, that's it... it's over.

Wow, you're good at fighting! I don't know how you did that!

Well, let's see...

You'll catch on pretty quick.

- I'd give a lot to be able to fight. - How much?

On the mark!

Backs straight! Straight backs, everyone...

You first, Bengt-Erik.

Fine! Hands like that!

Klas-Göran.

Watch it... yes, like that!

- Bertil. - He's called Berra!

Bravo!

Ulf...

- Has Ulf had his turn? - He hid behind the horse!

- Come along now... it's not dangerous. - It's probably not a good idea today, Miss.

- I'm not well. - Where are you sick?

- I've got a sore lip. - Nonsense... come on now!

- I'm going to fall. - I won't let you get hurt.

- He's going to fall! - No.

Now we...

Arms out! Eyes straight ahead!

- He fell! What did I tell you? - Quiet! Ulf, you rest a bit.

It's Percy's turn now!

Are you wearing your old worn shoes again today?

- Next time come with new gym shoes! - They're my best shoes...!

I don't want to see them again. I want clean... and whole... shoes next time, Percy!

Mmm...

- Otherwise I talk to your parents. You got that? - Yeah!

Class is over.

Wow, you're great on the beam! I only fall off!

I just landed on my tail-bone.

It's not a good idea for me... I always get hurt.

I'd give anything to be able to do the beam like you do...

- What would you give? - What...?

- Would you do anything? - Yeah...

- You see these shoes here? It's all in the shoes... - Oh?

- They're magic. - Magic?

M-a-g-i-c... magic.

Why do you think I'm so good on the beam? Why am I so lucky?

- It's because of your shoes? - You've got to believe me.

- You can't tell anyone! - I'm not dumb.

Leave his nose alone... his lip is bad enough already, and then some!

I'll just let it go.

Ciao!

Come on, Ulf!

- Percy... - What?

- Where can I get gym shoes like these? - Let's not talk about the shoes.

- Can we hang out? - No, I've got to get home to my father.

- That's filthy. - I'll say it's Percy's fault again!

- I don't really like Percy! - Well, he can do what he likes.

- But he split your lip. - To show me how!

It wasn't like that, Ulf!

- Shall we go peek at some tits now? - No, I'd rather take Peck for a walk.

OK, we'll run then!

Peck? Peck!

Come here! Here I am! Peck!

Peck! Run, Peck!

Hey.

How fine he is!

- What's your dog called? - My dog... is called...

- is called... Biggles. - Mine's named Bessi.

- Should we take a walk? - I guess we could... come, Biggles!

Biggles...!

- Thanks. - I'll come in again.

- Can we exercise the dogs together again? - Ulf! Get that dog off my plants!

- OK. - Take it away!

What's that dog you have? Ulf, answer me! What kind of dog is that?

- It's a boxer. - I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah. - Bye!

- Two thousand. That was good! - You bet! Well...

Jan?

Six.

Boardwalk! You're landing on Boardwalk!

- Yes... That's because I was thinking... - Oh...?

Shouldn't Ulf train on the piano?

- But we're playing now... - You must train, or you'll never master it.

Look here. Once my fingers could play! Mother and I used play duets.

Now I only use them to yank teeth.

- So let's train. - Not "train", we called it "practice".

- Can't we work a bit on my model? - Yeah...

Dear God in Heaven, hear my humble plea.

Give me magic gym shoes like Percy has, so I can be like him.

Amen.

How Percy does business and how Ulf loses his old friends, his dog, and many of his favorite possessions.

Ulf has heard about the magic shoes.

His friend Percy doesn't have much... but now Ulf wants them!

Then he'd be able to balance on the beam, and do whatever he wanted to.

Ulf...! Ulf!

But it's not easy to get a hold of a pair of magic shoes.

- Hurry up. Are you buying those shoes? - No, they're not what I want.

Here!

"Let's take the dogs out this evening. I'll look for you."

What do you think His disciples said then, Ulf? Ulf!

- Yes? - What are you doing?

- Ulf! - Shoes.

Well... footwear? How would it be if you thought about Jesus instead?

But I am! What was on His feet when He walked on water?

- Sandals, possibly. Why do you ask? - In order to... no, I just thought I'd ask.

- That's it for today. - Goodbye, Teacher!

You stay right here!

Yes, Percy, it's about your shoes... the gym teacher lady has spoken to me.

Tell the folks at home that you need a new pair.

- Hey. - Hey...

- You're free today? - Sure I am.

- You want to read some comics with me? - No... Dad says they're stupid.

Can you even play badminton...? Now I know... let's go race our carts.

- Ulf, where're you going? - We're going to go race carts. You want to come along?

Yeah, cool!

Nice cart! Did you make it?

No, Dad bought it when I asked him to.

We got a cheap version of a top brand.

My Dad bought me a great pair of magic shoes.

Where from?

I don't know. In Norway, maybe. My dad's a businessman...

Hurry up, Ulf!

Take care! Don't even scratch the cart...

- He can drive... - You going to drive carefully?

- Yeah, of course! - Start when I say!

Last one down is a big gooey scab!

Watch out!

Slow down!

- Ow! Ow, my ear! - My nose...

- Yippee...! - Look out!

- That should make us the winners! - You think?

- The headlight's busted. - Oh, who cares?

Show me your feet. Take off your shoes.

I knew it. They'd fit. Exactly! Perfectly!

- What will? - My magic shoes!

- What would you give for them, would you say? - Why, anything.

- Then maybe I'll let you buy them. - Would you really sell them?!

No, but maybe I should. They're a bit small. Would you buy them?

- Yeah, sure! How much? - Well... I don't know...

They ARE magic, after all, and there aren't many like them.

Let me think... what have you got?

I've got the cart, of course.

Yeah... of course you have...

...with a broken light, but I can take care of that...

I'll think about it... we'll talk more in the morning.

Yeah... we'll come up with a good deal...

- But don't forget that! - I never forget.

"Let's take the dogs out this evening. I'll wait for you."

- Don't you want to work on it? - No, I think I'm going for a walk.

- What are you doing? - Hey, I didn't mean it.

I was just taking out the milk... but now I've got to run.

- What are you up to? - I want to go out with Peck.

- I got hurt. - I didn't mean it.

It was only a scrape on my car but Klas-Göran dinged his ear.

- That was bad luck for you guys. - Why did you let him drive your car?

He's a buddy of mine. Can I take Peck?

No!

Never!

Come on in for some milk chocolate. Later on, Lilla Fridolf is coming by.

No thanks, I've got a stomach ache.

- Poor kid... - He only ate too much.

- Maybe you'll be better soon. - Yeah, probably.

Soon, Arne, I may get my super shoes!

Ohha... Blam! Splat! Whoosh! Crack!

Brronngg! Paang! Boom! Splat!

- Hey, Kiddo, how are you doing? - Aahh...

And the... ah... stomach?

Does it hurt bad? Stomachs shouldn't be taken lightly...

Hang on... does it hurt when I do this?

- Maybe a blocked gut... - No, it feels better.

Good! Lie down and rest...

What is this? Is it a comic book...?

- I think so... - You know what I think of you having these.

- You're not allowed to read such rubbish! - I know.

It turns you into a moron. It's just junk...!

- Where did you get this? - I just found it...

- You just found it?! - In Jan's room.

Well, then... I guess I have to talk to your brother... Jan!

JAN!

You left this lying around! You know I don't want comics in this house!

You should read "Mutiny on the Bounty". Into bed with you, right now!

Listen...

Just close your eyes.

It's just so good... it's a bastion against the world. Can you feel it, Ulf?

Yeah, things are better already.

Paganini... it's Jascha Heifetz who's playing.

No one... no one can play as well as Jascha Heifetz.

Remember that...!

- What more could we want? - A dog, maybe...?

- I want it back! - I know.

- You've been in my closet! - I forget.

- You may have, but I'm not! - Hold it!

- You slug me and you'll really get it. - Who says?!

- I have to eat my banana. - That won't stop me!

- Your backpack's heavy! - We had a lot of homework...

Good morning, Uncle Gustavsson.

- Percy, I've got something to show you. - Don't bother me.

Won't you check it out?

- Not here and now, damn it! - Why not?

Some business should be kept private.

- You don't know much about business... - No.

You'll soon learn! Follow me home later.

You're a pal, Percy.

3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8...

And... pick in time with the music. Pick in time with the music!

And keep picking! Who's the fastest? Karin... keep your toes in the rhythm.

Keep your toes in time...

- Why didn't you meet me with Biggles? - Biggles? Oh, Biggles...

- He had a bad stomach. - That's too bad. Will he be better this evening?

- Stomachs shouldn't be taken lightly. - What a pity. He's so cute!

You are, too, just like a rabbit.

Ow, my ear!

Quiet! Don't start fighting when class is almost over!

Do what the lady says! We were quiet, so we can be quiet again!

- That's it for today. - Goodbye, Teacher!

Percy!

- We've stopped now... - Yeah.

- Can't I just stay here for a while? - You want to stay? Why?

- It's just that stitching is so much fun. - Yes... of course... for a little while, then.

May I see?

"Sleep well, Papa"

- What do you think? Is it awful? - Not at all.

- This is GREAT! This is so fine! - You think my father will think so, too?

- Yes, I'm sure of it. - He's getting it for his birthday.

- I'm sure he'll be pleased. - He'll sleep on it all the time.

- We should get down to business... - Let me finish this.

I'll be right with you.

We can deal in my room.

That's great!

- Yeah... - So how do we do business?

- First off with a cigarette. - You usually smoke?!

Or even cigars... really big business needs cigar smoking.

- Good, huh? - Really good!

That should do it. Now, what have you got with you?

A stamp album... with stamps in it.

A green car... good.

A steam engine... Mmmm...

An arm strengthener... with handles.

A stopwatch... good.

A cork pistol... missing the cork...

...but it works...

- Is that all? - It's not enough? What else?

Well, after all, you have to learn in business...

to get as much as you can. What else have you got?

- Like what? - A Cyclops eye, a football... whatever.

- Well... I've got other stuff at home. - I'll go along with you some time.

- How nice you've got a friend here! - We're just leaving.

- No, let's dance! Do you dance well? - I don't know how.

- You'll catch on quick! - Mom...!

That's Frank Sinatra. No one can sing like Frankie Boy! Listen!

I hate Frank Sinatra! You know I've always hated Frank Sinatra!

- Are you worn out today, Papa? - Yeah.

- Did you do some good business? - Mmm.

- You need to relax. - Yeah, business can get tiring.

- Who are you? What do you know about business? - Ulf doesn't know anything. He has to go home.

We should both go. Didn't you want to see my things?

Not today. I've got to be with my Dad now.

Thank you, God, for thinking of everything.

In the morning maybe You'd think over everything else, and I'll get to my new shoes. Amen.

* MY FRIEND PERCY'S MAGIC GYM SHOES *

How Percy makes more deals and Ulf puts the magic gym shoes to the test.

Today, Ulf is happy, because Percy has taught him how to do business.

It has cost Ulf quite a lot, including his cork pistol and his friendship with Uffe.

But so what? Soon, Percy's magic gym shoes will be his!

Soon they'll be at Ulf's house to see if there's other stuff Percy wants.

- It sounds terrible! - It sounds divine! Come on, Ulf.

- Hello, Uncle Gustavsson. - Hello, Ulf.

- Come on! - Fancy house...

This should taste good! What does your father do, Percy?

- Sales... he's a businessman. - I see.

He's the world's greatest. He can trick the shirt off of anyone.

We should probably head off now...

Ah, this is a fine table mat! Is it from Ceylon?

- Are you interested in handicrafts? - Percy might be wrong about that.

- Well, let's see. I've got a few... - Come on, let's go.

...that you can look at. I'm quite proud of them.

This one I made quite recently.

- And we've got these... - Ahhh!

- This is simple... a landscape. - I see it.

Enough's enough, Mom. Come on!

So what are you up to? Are you going to play Chinese Checkers?

- We'll probably just hang out. - It was fun meeting you, Percy.

Shhh...

There we are, Mrs. Andersson. We must try to relax a little... things will go much more easily.

That's Berra's mother. She needs a root canal.

- Let's go. - Can't we wait a minute?

- There, isn't that handier? - Ahh...

Come on!

- So, did you find anything? - The crystal chandelier would be fine.

No, they'd notice...

Then just this stuff here.

Can I have the magic shoes now?

- You haven't forgotten something? - What?

- Another room, for example. - What other room?

Are you trying to trick me? You're becoming a real businessman.

- The room next to this one, of course. - No, my brother's room?!

He's deadly!

- These are really great magazines! - I know.

Check this out!

- This one's really a blonde! - Yeah, she's got real pale hair.

Those lips... I wonder what it would be like to kiss them!

- Um... have you kissed a lot of girls? - Well, maybe four.

- I haven't kissed any. - What are you waiting for?

- I don't know how. - There's no trick to it. You'll catch on pretty quick.

Listen: "She learned in a bright blue dream...

"that he was in a guitar band."

- Hey, Mom, I'm home! - Holy cow, Percy! Quickly, now!

- You haven't been in my room, have you? - No, of course not!

I said he was deadly.

- He's got comics... I've got to have them... - He'll totally kill me!

With the magic shoes, you can do whatever you like... remember?

Yeah... now I get it. To be steel with sheer strength... right?

- Look? - What's he doing?

They usually sun themselves there... but I know another place.

- You're not lying again, are you? - No, I'm pretty sure.

Along there.

Come on.

Where should we go?

I think we'll try this one.

Can you see OK?

Now we'll see... yes, you're a D-cup, sure enough.

- How's the fit? - I think that fits right!

- What are you doing? - I can't resist the temptation.

- Ow, something hit me here. - I didn't see anything.

This model doesn't nip... it should feel fine.

- See now, how slender the lady is. - Don't believe her! We saw the lady half naked!

"Ow, something hit me here."

- Feel like a spin? - You bet!

Hop in!

Gee, this is great!

- I'm grateful for all the stuff. - And me for the shoes.

Imagine if fathers could be as happy on their birthdays!

- Maybe he will be when you give him his cushion. - He's hard to please.

- My Dad likes Paganini. - Paganini? What's that?

A record. When he listens to them, he cheers up.

- It's not as good as Frank Sinatra? - No, but it's a bastion against the world.

Especially those by Jascha Heifetz.

This I've got to have! Promise you'll get me one...

- But it's his favorite record... - You're just thinking of yourself.

You're getting my magic shoes. And learning how to snog!

- Yeah, I know. But how do we... - Put your lips like this.

- Like this? - No, more like this.

Now give a smack.

- You can practice. - On who?

Start with your arm.

We'll meet in the morning. Don't forget the record and the magazines. See you!

What are you up to?

Let's see what you've got there!

- Paganini? - It's for my father.

OK... well, put it away.

"Have you got the shoes?"

"At gym class."

- You're good at juggling. - I learned yesterday.

- I learned how to snog. - Shall we go out together with our dogs again?

I can't...

He... he died...

- You don't want anything else? - No, nothing...

...beside these. I have to protect my feet.

- You're not going to try them? - Yeah, sure I am.

- You can feel it? - Yeah... and they're damp.

That's the power...

- You're getting it now, right? - Yes, really! Really, what a feeling!

It's been a pleasure doing business with you.

Up and down...

Up and down... up and down... and up and down...

- What's that I'm seeing?! - I don't know, what?

You've got new shoes... that's good to see.

OK, on the floor... down!

- OK, take to the mats! - What, can't we try the beam?

- No, you don't have to be scared. - I want to go right up on it!

- He'd fall right off. - Stop teasing him.

- I want to try the beam! - That's enough, now!

- But I want to! - Into the locker room now!

If you want to see me balance, come to the bridge at 7 PM.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we'll see Ulf go up on the bridge!

Right, I'm going.

- You'll fall. I bet you fall. - OK, shall we say two spans?

You're an idiot!

- You'll never! - Why not? I can do whatever I want.

Don't be stupid! I'll give you the cart back! Just don't do this!

You want your shoes back... but a deal's a deal. You're not tricking me!

They're working! They really work!

Come down, please, Ulf!

He's falling! I win for sure!

Careful! Careful, you're not over the gym floor!

You think I'll fall? Never! Never again!

- Didn't I say he could do it? - No, I still have the second span.

- How did you do it? - I just did it.

If you want, I'll do it backwards...

Instead, show me what you learned yesterday!

- Where are you going now? - Didn't you know? Biggles is dead!

- You loved your dog, right? - Yeah...

Now I'll never see his eyes again...

- or his cute tail stump. - He was a good dog.

Will you show me what you learned?

- Again! - Yeah, but I've got to get home soon.

Ulf!

- Ulf, don't you want some fruit tonight? - No, I want to savor the taste.

- I'm sorry? - I'm not hungry.

- Did you have a good day? - Yes.

- But not for long! - Why not?

I'm going to pound you if you nicked my magazines!

I'm starting now.

- Why can't we be friends instead? - Are you nuts?

Look, we're family. We could have fun.

But if you slug me, you'll get a glorious hammering.

- What was that? - The world's most glorious hammering!

- You're dead! - Just try it!

- Are you hurt? - Ow...

You just wait!

You're dead! Got it? Dead!

Amen.

How Ulf thinks he can do what he wants, and will first be a bully and then a hero.

Ulf has finally gotten a hold of Percy's magic gym shoes and has tested their magical strength.

He has balanced on a bridge railing and flattened his big brother...

and kissed Marianne in a broken-down car without wheels.

Now he can do whatever he wants.

But he doesn't really know what he wants.

- Give me back the ball, Ulf! - Come and get it, Berra.

- What's up with you? - Don't you owe me two kronor?

That was the bet about the bridge.

- You'll never get it. - You want me to slug you?

- What's got into you? - I'm trampling it.

- Why're you doing that? - No idea, I never have before!

But if I don't get the money, maybe I'll trample you, too.

You're a real shit... maybe I'll tell your mother.

- What on Earth's up with him? - Didn't you know? His dog just died.

All this over some dumb dog?!

- You said these were for your grandfather? Kids can't buy these! - Is that so...

- Shall we set them off today? - No, let's save it for morning.

- It cost 600 Kronor. - That's quite a bit.

- They come in red and light blue. - But you're not 15 yet...

- Shhh! - And the Council, except for Närke...

Well?

Stark.

No, Mrs. Andersson, I can't imagine... Bertil said that?

Then I'll tell you that Ulf would never do that. He's not a bully.

That's enough. We are finished talking!

- Who was it? - Was it for Ulf?

Bertil's mother... it was about his cap.

She said Ulf trampled on it in a puddle. Have you ever heard such nonsense?

It sounds pretty strange.

We're not talking to that woman any more... don't you dare fill her cavities!

- My sweet little boy... - Yeah.

Good night!

- What's up? - I just wanted us to kiss.

You lied! You never had a dog but you made me feel sorry for you!

- Ulf... what do we do now? - Now we have fun!

- Far out! Shall we go home now? - No, we're just getting started.

It doesn't matter what you're saying. No, Mrs. Ohlson!

- No, I can say that in good faith! - Jan, can I have the green one?

It doesn't matter what you say... the matter is closed!

- Now what? - It's only about a broken mailbox.

- Did Ulf do that, too? - No one did anything.

And as for her... she's a witch in a corset!

We sure have fun on our own, huh?

Mmm...

It's never been as much fun as this before. How about for you?

Maybe once... when my dad and I watched a fire.

The fire was fierce... but then they came and put it out.

I sat on his shoulders so I could see.

Then when we went home, we had some hot chocolate in the kitchen.

That was a happy time.

- Ulf, is that you? - It's Ulf all right... come here, lad!

We have Uncle Gustavsson to thank for these fine apples.

- They're quite nice! - Hello, Uncle Gustavsson.

Hello, Ulf. Don't you want to ask me something?

- How are you? - Not so well.

- Someone chucked these apples at my car. - Any idea who?

Is it something to do with Mrs. Söndagskaka?

They sat in my apple tree and did it. They shouted "Boink" as they hit...

Exactly. Does that sound like fun, Ulf?

- No. - No, it doesn't, really...

...not onto a car roof...

I didn't catch them... I arrived too late...

- But who may it have been? - I only saw them on the sidewalk as they ran off.

But one of them was rather thin.

His jacket and trousers looked just like Ulf's.

And his hat looked just like his.

- It couldn't be Ulf... he's no punk... - No, of course not...

But if I didn't know how upstanding a boy Ulf is...

I'd be hard pressed to think it was anyone else... so much did it look like him.

Thanks for the coffee. Enjoy the apples!

Thank you, thank you!

I wished he'd been my dog.

Don't you see that's why I do what I'm doing?

- Where could it be? - What's that?

Paganini... by Jascha...

- The phone's ringing. - Mom, don't you want to answer that?

I think that... I don't want to answer today.

- Come on, Ulf! - What's going on?

The living room... we can have some fun there.

Is this about the broken mail boxes?!

No one did that! Someone made it up.

- Good evening, Mrs. Stark. - Come along, Ulf.

- There, now... wasn't that nice? - Yeah.

Why are people calling and saying that you're acting up?

You know you're a good boy.

- Mom... - Don't you need a haircut?

- Yeah... - Don't get too much taken off.

- How do you want it? - Parted on the left.

What?!

That style rocks, Ulf!

- Think your Mom will like it? - Maybe... I'm just checking it now.

- Fancy car, nice hair. - Your car isn't so bad.

- Shall we go bring you to the brink of death? - Yeah, but I have to hand this over.

Dad's birthday is tomorrow... I hope he's happy with it.

He should be... with a cushion and a record... he'll love Paganini!

I like the haircut... now we almost look like brothers!

A thousand...

- Mom winced at your hair. - I know.

Can we call it quits? We can play Monopoly...

- I'll let you win. - No, I'm too tired.

- Ok... sleep well. - Sleep well.

- You're not going to fart before you go? - No, not tonight.

Psst!

That's fine...

Nothing?! You haven't written anything...?

Nothing to say? You're not even trying...

- What's up with you today, Percy? - Today? Nothing at all.

Give it up... the rest of you, keep at it.

- That's it for today. - Goodbye, Teacher!

- What's up? - Nothing.

Remember we're practically brothers.

- He didn't want it? - Not the Paganini...

But did he think it through?

Come on, let's have some real fun.

- No mail boxes, though. - I think not.

- And no bridge railings? - No...

- Here we go! - What?

- Now we have fun! - Come on!

Were you thinking of fire engines?

There's a 500 Kronor fine if there's no fire!

So we'll set a fire.

What are you doing?

There you go... a fire!

- You did this just for me? - Of course!

This is almost too cool!

- A fire! Good God, it's a fire! - I've rung the fire brigade!

ULF!

See, they're on the way!

- I burned them up. - But there wasn't anything to them.

I never had anything lucky. But I also never had a real friend.

I got it. They've got to burn up.

I'm staying here for a while.

- He called in the fire! - Of course... Ulf's the dentist's son.

The hero!

- It's no more than you deserved, right? - Yeah, yeah...!

It'll heal right up... butter and Paganini help against everything!

- Go change, so we can get down to business. - Go? I'm sure as Hell not going!

Don't you see... he's not a thug, he's a hero!