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MR BLOT'S ACADEMY

PART 1

Prince Matthew's Adventure

My name is Adam Niezgodka.

I'm 10 years and 4 months old.

I'm going to tell you now
about Mr Blot's Academy.

I was a helpless boy...

Awkward, and always late for school.

All thumbs, my mother said of me.

Nobody ever asked me to
join in any games

because I was supposed to bring bad luck.

But games bored me,
I preferred books.

I dreamed of marvellous adventures,

though I was afraid I might really
be no good.

That is until the day...

But wait and see for yourselves.

Welcome, Adam, in our tale of

Mister Blot's Academy.

Mr Blot himself has invited you
to join us.

And you'll be
welcomed by a song.

In the land of Cockaigne

Puss in Boots spins his cane

And prances hand in hand

With an ass on an ant

A guinea hen they say

Lays a golden egg each day

An oak has apples on it

Each in ermine bonnet

A venerable whale

Wears specs to read his mail

There's salmons and sardines

In tomatoes and baked beans

And a circus of white mice

Skating on a mountain of ice

Where's that happy place?

Vanished without a trace...

I'm so pleased you found your way

into our tale.

I'm sure you'll like it here.

You'll have great fun.

The classrooms, bedrooms and dining-room

are on the ground floor.

On the first floor you'll find
the kitchen, my study

and doors leading to other stories.

My secrets are on the 2nd floor

where only Mat the starling and I
are allowed.

No entry except through the chimney.

We'll start our tour with the kitchen.

You can help me get the meal ready.

Every story has its own favourite colour.

Much depends on colour.

Mood, effect and spontaneity.

In our tale you'll find all the colours
of the rainbow.

Each stands for a quality I value highly:

candour, energy and simplicity.

Hand me a clean brush.

Thank you.

I know how to make edible paints

which represent different flavours.

Blue is sour, green tastes of mint,

pink is sweet, red is bitter

and yellow is salty.

By combining different shades we obtain

other more complicated flavours.

Green and white with a touch of grey

tastes of vanilla.

Brown and yellow tastes of chocolate.

White and silver with a hint of jade

tastes of pineapple.

Today we'll serve...

flower soup.

Flower soup in three flavours.

It'll be ready in a moment.

For the second course we'll serve duck.

I'll just have to blow it up a little.

That's what my magnifying pump is for.

I'm not a wizard or a magician.

I just like to invent things

and I'm an expert story-teller.

Let's hurry.

Mat's ringing the
bell for lunch.

Pour the soup into the tureens
and take them down.

Meanwhile, I'll see to the duck.

Alfred I, Antony and Andrew II.

Adam II, Alfred, Andrew...

and Adam.

A new boy.

What's your name?

Adam Niezgodka.

You know what's for lunch today?

Duck.

Dotty Duck

I give you my word

Was a very

Peculiar bird

Instead of

Staying at home

She took

Long walks on her own

At the barber's

She quacked nicely
"Please, just a quarter of cheese"

And at the drugstore next door

She asked for half a pint more

At the laundry she ordered a yard
of stamps

To put on a card

Her family set up
a set up a howl

Can nothing be done
with that fowl?

She hardboiled her eggs in the snow

And pinned up her curls with a bowl

It made the other ducks foam

When she used a match as a comb

Once when she'd gobbled a book

She broke into gobbledygook

She chewed up a lot of spaghetti

And said she was making confetti

And once she swallowed a dime

Just for the sake

The sake of the rhyme

Her folks all quacked in distress

Oh dear, what a terrible mess!

At last, they found her a buyer

Who said

He was willing to try her

He picked up our Dotti
and trussed her

And in the hot oven
he thrust her

But he wished he had saved his money

When Dottie turned into a bunny

That is the last news we heard

Of this very peculiar bird.

Flower soup!

Adam!

I'll serve the duck myself.

You decide what we're
to have for afters.

I thought to myself

this must be the start
of my great adventure.

I hoped it wasn't just make-believe.

Well, what sweet have you chosen?

Omelette and cherries in chocolate.

Omelette and cherries in chocolate...

That's a speciality of ours!

I'm sure you'll like it.

What'll you eat, sir?

Two pills to make my hair grow
and four freckles.

Freckles are good for

memory, mental powers and against colds.

No more freckles?

Go to Philip Barber for a fresh supply.

Philip visits us every Thursday

but I can't wait that long.

You'll find his shop in Grey Street.

I found the place without any trouble.

I wondered what it was like inside.

I'd never been to a hairdresser's before.

Mr Aloysius!

What are you doing here?

My establishment is for adults only.

A little thieving rascal, are we?

Who are you and who sent you here?

Mr Blot sent me for some fresh freckles.

So you are a pupil
at my dear friend's academy!

Happy to make your acquaintance.

You don't look like

those affected little prigs
he collects here.

I'll find you some freckles right away.

Straight from the safe, fresh in today...

freckles.

Mr Blot will be pleased.

Tell him it'll soon be his turn...

to do me...

a favour.

- What?
- You look as if you...

had your head screwed on properly.

Yes...

Soon, you'll all have a big surprise.

See you soon, little know-all.

Very nice.

I was in a hurry to tell Mr Blot

about this strange goings-on.

Adam.

I'm glad you're back.

- Professor...
- You'll tell me everything tomorrow.

Have some wonderful dreams.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Uncovered as usual.

Oh, dear...

Sleep tight.

Good morning my merry warblers.

Good morning.

Mat, time to wake up the boys.

Did somebody order
a wake-up call?

Why do you always start with us?

The moon once visited a pool

Because he wanted to be cool.

Come and join us under the rain-tree.

Who'll preside?

Adam III.

Please!

The moon once visited a pool

Because he wanted to be cool

The fishes all came up for air

And sang in great surprise

Who's there?

The moon flashed brightly on their tails

"A goldfish, can't you see my scales?"

"Oho my friend, you'll soon be mine"

An angler cried and cast his line

He caught him by a curly bean

Ate him for breakfast braised in cream

Ate him for breakfast braised in cream

Is everyone up?

Yes!

No one's idle?

No!

Where are all the loafers?

Loafing on the sofa!

Loafing there is Lazy Len

Len is shirking work again

What do you mean by shirk?

Isn't what I do work?

Who ate

Breakfast, lunch and tea

And who's that

Sitting here but me?

Who scratched

His head and then his nose

Who sat

Right here and wiggled his toes?

And who mislaid his bat and ball?

You see! I'm not an idle at all!

Loafing there is Lazy Len

Len is shirking work again

Didn't I drink my cod liver oil?

And didn't I watch the kettle boil?

And didn't I nearly get stung?

And didn't I put out my tongue?

And didn't I let them cut my hair?

You call that idle?

It's just not fair

Hello, my scallywags!

Tell me about your dreams.

We'll put the best in our album.

With a piece of cotton wool

soaked in sleepy essence

Mr Blot collected our dreams
in a big bowl.

When they were dry he rolled them
into pills

which we took before going to bed.

That way we had wonderful dreams.

One of mine was put into album.

It was a dream of seven glasses.
But I will tell you about it next time.

After soaking up our dreams

Mr Blot put us to various tasks.

You'll stay by the gate.

Albert and Antony I will clear up
the playground.

Alfred and Antony II will lay the table.

Arthur will dust off the schoolroom.

Alfred II and Antony III will sweep
the stairs and bedrooms.

You'll go and get matches
from the little matchgirl.

- Dress warmly, it's winter in that story.
- Yes, sir.

Lessons after breakfast.

I can see you are from another story
altogether.

What brings you here?

Mr Blot asked me to bring some matches.

Mr Blot sent you?
I like that old fellow.

You shall have some matches
right away.

Take them to Mr Blot
and stop crying.

This little girl is only pretending
to be cold and hungry.

It's just a story!

Give my love to Mr Blot.

My name is Hans Christian Andersen.

Run along now.
Mr Blot must be worried.

In a trice I was back
at the academy.

I handed over the matches
and joined the others.

I won't bore you with
the multiplication tables,

or grammar, or fine handwriting...

Or anything else usually
taught at school.

I'll simply open your minds

and sharpen your wits.

- Have I told you about flying carpets?
- Yes!

- Or the famous cap of invisibility?
- Yes!

- What about incredible shrinking objects?
- Yes!

I have it...
Blottography!

Blottography!
Who'll begin?

Me!

Anastasius.

Here you have a friendly bear

Friendly bears are rather rare

Bruin, give this lady your paw!

You don't want to?
What a bore!

Dad was red and so was mum

Red's my tail and here I come

Red's the colour of my tribe

Get away or I shall bite!

When a boar is wild,
he's wild

And he keeps his tusks
well filed

If you see one,
don't delay

Climb the nearest tree
straightway!

Now maybe you'd like
to meet

A shaggy bison
on his beat

Come on, Bison,
there's a dear

Smile before you disappear

When a boar is wild,
he's wild

And he keeps his tusks
well filed

If you see one,
don't delay

Climb the nearest tree
straightway!

Monkeys flying high
for kicks

Getting up to monkey tricks

A baboon's a monkey too

Take a look, he's just like you!

When a boar is wild,
he's wild

And he keeps his tusks
well filed

If you see one,
don't delay

Climb the nearest tree
straightway!

If you find this creature
quite absurd

Is it a rhino or a bird?

Enter in pairs.

Careful!

Take great care!

This is a hospital for
sick appliances.

You must be careful not to upset
any of them.

Hello, how are you today?

I see your temperature's come down.

Feeling much better,
aren't we?

No more twinges,
you look fine...

It's healed up beautifully,
quite beautifully.

In a day or two you'll be
as right as rain.

Another patient...

Well, how's the cough?

We'll try a little oil.

Don't worry.
Soon you'll be perfectly well.

Lovely!

And now watch carefully.

I'll teach you how to cure
a cracked mirror.

Just concentrate.

Later we'll hang it up in
the dining room.

It's quite well again.

Fine, don't disturb us.

Now then, form two teams for
a geography lesson.

It'll be an exciting match.

The two captains to me,
please.

Now take your places.

Ready, steady, go!

Europe!

London, Berlin, Madrid, Rhine, Thames...

Asia!

Iran, Gobi, Omak, Ganges, Tokyo...

America!

Mississippi, Colorado, California,

New York, Salem, Florida, Ontario.

Occasionally something gets lost
across the wall,

but nobody ever brings anything back.

I think I heard them say

That's summer is on her way

The mole grunts, for my part
I expect her on a cart

The magpie cries, oh no
That really can't be so

Last May I saw her plain
She was riding on a train

That's nonsense if you like
I know she rides a bike

No, she prefers a chaise!
A chaise, I am amazed!

I have it at firs hand
She never comes by land

Meanwhile summer pranced
On foot, in meadows danced

And in a blaze of flowers
Welcomed the sunny hours

In today's lesson you'll learn

the language of birds, frogs, crayfish
and fishes.

As you know, these creatures all speak
in verse.

Don't worry, we'll try
and save it.

I can hear...

I can hear...

I can hear...

I can hear...

I can hear Mat calling us
for dinner.

We'll put off learning bird language
until dawn.

That's all for today.

You've been very attentive.

I'm happy to see you are all

friends of nature and respect her ways.

After the dinner the boys
went fishing

and Mr Blot took out
his butterfly-net.

Got you!

I wanted to see him about my visit to
Philip Barber.

Come in.

You've discovered my secret.

I'll tell you my story

and then you'll understand

why I have such a large collection
of buttons.

Shut your eyes...

It'll make it easier for you to imagine
my adventures.

Know that I'm not a bird
but a prince.

Once there was a great realm

that lacked an heir to the throne.

My birth, therefore,
was anxiously awaited.

Your Majesty,
Her Royal Highness...

has given birth to a boy!

Our kingdom has an heir
to the throne!

The Island of Abracadabra,
prosperous but in debt

Cape Coswallow, very poor.

The ambassador of Taledocia.

Proverbia, a very rich country.

My father was wise and benevolent.

Many rulers sought his favours.

I grew up amidst kindness and plenty.

My slightest whim was law.

Every smile of mine

was entered in the Book of Royal Smiles.

My youth was spent in
riding and hunting.

I did not neglect my lessons

but the call for the saddle and the gun

was stronger than anything else.

I spent days on end on my favourite
Ali Baba.

This angered my tutors

who persuaded the court physician
to condemn

my favourite pastime.

His health and even his life are at risk.

I have advised against it.

The horse is wild and might bolt.

Hear the royal wish!

Motivated by concern for the health
of our son

and royal heir

we have forbidden him to ride on horseback

or to take part in
shooting contests.

The royal command filled me
with bitterness.

Have no faith in fortune

You she has raised up high

But on her turning wheel

Keep a watchful eye

What fortune has bestowed

She can take away

And no old circumstance

Will help to bid her stay

Those who gather round you

And sing your praises now

Are not drawn by friendship

But to your fortune bow

In spite of the prohibition
I stole away.

If I had known what the outcome
would be

I should not have defied
my father's will.

In the name of the king!

Let me pass or I'll put a bullet
through you!

My dearest child...

We are unable to stem
the flow of blood.

The wound must heal!
By royal command!

Hear the royal proclamation!

Whoever succeeds in stemming
the flow of blood,

can have half the contents
of the royal treasury.

The wound went on bleeding.

I became gradually weaker.

The physicians' efforts were in vain.

My father despaired utterly.

But one day...

We bring news of the arrival
of Dr Pai Chi Wo,

personal court physician to the emperor
of China.

Let him enter.

Save my son, doctor!

I'll give you as many rubies, emeralds
and diamonds

as will fill this chamber.

I'll put up a statue in your honour

and make you my first minister.

Your Majesty!

Wise and just ruler!

Keep your jewels for the benefit
of your subjects.

I don't deserve a statue.

In my country only poets
are honoured thus.

And I'd rather not be a minister

as I might fall out of favour.

Allow me to examine the patient.

If I succeed in curing him,

I beg you to hold a magnificent feast

for all your poorest citizens.

It shall be as you wish.

Would you allow me to have

a few moments alone with my patient?

I was able to cure you
because I command secrets

known only to my people.

I know how you came to your wound.

You killed the king of wolves
and werewolves

and they'll wreak a terrible revenge.

They'll never forgive you.

That was the first wolf king

to die at the hands of a human.

You are in very great danger.

I'll give you a magic cap

that I had from the emperor himself.

It may only pass into royal hands.

Never part with it.

Look after it like the apple
of your eye.

When your life is in danger

put it on and you'll be able

to change into any creature
you like.

When the danger has passed

just pull this button

and you'll regain your
former shape.

Long live the prince!
Long live the king!

Long live the prince!
Long live the king!

Sir, I bring dreadful news!

Packs of wolves are ravaging towns
and villages!

They devour food supplies
and attack people.

Hordes of wolves from the south

are trampling down the crops.

They might even attack the capital.

We must stand up to this threat!

We march together
No enemy we fear

Before our mighty army
All obstacles disappear

Howl, wolves, howl!

No mercy shall
Shall be shown

With iron jaws
Iron will

The world
We'll call our own

We advance and on the world
Our shadow falls

Brother wolves, forward!
Destiny calls!

Citizens!
Your king appeals to you.

Only you can save our country.

We must not surrender a single street.

Commander of Guard!

Here, my prince.

In the name of the wolf king I call on you
to yield!

Give way or you'll be shot.

Traitor!

I don't know what happened.

When I awoke my parents were both dead.

I remembered the magic cap.

But without the button...

I want to be a bird!

I was captured by a bird-catcher

and sold to a trader.

What a queer fellow!
Queer fellow!

At the market I caught the eye
of a travelling scholar.

I'd be glad to buy this bird.

What's your price?

100 pesetas is quite a modest sum,
wouldn't you say?

But I must know who
is buying this bird

who has mastered the human tongue.

Doctor of chemistry, philosophy
and medicine,

disciple of Prof. Pai Chi Wo,

lecturer in mathematics and astronomy.

Ambrose Blot, at your service.

Now you know my story.

Today I am a starling.

But I'm not at home either among birds
or people.

Don't be unhappy, Mat.

I'll try and find your magic button.

But why didn't Mr Bolt help you?

After all, there's nothing he can't do.

Mat!
Adam!

Adam!

Mat! Adam!

Mr Blot wants us to assemble
in the square.

I'd like us to be present

at the lift-off of the balloon I'm sending

together with my third eye

to one of the planets
of the solar system,

known as the Star of Hope.

If what I suspect turns out to be true

I'll tell you another story,
a tale of stardwellers.

When will the third eye be back?

I don't know,

but certainly before Christmas.

Fly towards the stars!

Come along with us to the pond!

We have a rabbit.

I'm waiting to talk to Mr Blot

about something important.

Well then, we'll go without you.

During time off everyone can do
as he likes.

While I was waiting for Mr Blot

I thought about how easily
he rose into the air

and how wonderful it would be to fly

like a balloon or a ball.

Suddenly, I felt strangely lightheaded...

I floated upwards without being afraid.

A new adventure!

All this time Philip Barber

was working on his mysterious invention.

What does he want?
Who'll win this exciting duel?

What new adventure awaits Adam?

You can find out in Part Two
of Mr Blot's Academy

called

The secret of Philip the Barber.

PART 2

The Secret of Philip Barber

After flying for some hours

I landed outside the gates

of a miniature city.

Hi, I'm Susie.

Open up, Tom!

Is it you, Rex?

What a lovely surprise!

Rex was my favourite dog,

who had got lost two years earlier.

Come right in!

You've come to our dog's paradise.

We all live happily together.

Come and meet my best friends.

He'll ignore me, of course.

Bulldog Tom, he served
at the English court,

that's why he commands
such respect here.

That Pekingese is a terrible chatterbox,

called Glu Glu.

Allow me...
I'm Lord.

Why do people put up notices saying

Beware of dog!

Dogs are not wicked.

We have kind hearts
and become attached to people.

It is people who are sometimes wicked.

Go away, that was tactless
of you.

And now please welcome our star performer,

Susie, the poodle.

Here are some aggravations

That try a puppy's patience

The first is
That after dark

They won't let us
Run in the park

The second
That water's not dry

The third
There's a fly in the eye

Then there's the fact
That cats will scratch

That chickens
Are so hard to catch

That one can't bite
A postman's knee

That sausages
Don't drop from trees

That man can ride
And dog must run

Alongside
And not join the fun

But just give
Your puppy a bone

The aggravation
Is gone

I'll show you round our town.

We'll start with White Fang Avenue.

That greyhound never loses a race.

He eats too many meat-pies

and has to be dosed with castrol oil.

On the left is our Salami orchard

and on the right we have black pudding
and liver pate farm.

In the square you'll see

a chocolate memorial to Dr Dolittle.

We eat it every day
and put up a new one.

When there's nothing left we know
a day's passed.

Now I'll show you Tormentor's Corner.

I teased my dog by feeding
it pepper.

I pulled my dog's tail.

I threw my dog into a hole
filled with lime.

Here we come to Merry Tricks Square.

That's where we have
our fun-fair.

Have you noticed that there are
no flees here?

They can't stand our climate.

Go on, Adam, eat it up!

We've been promised some more
this afternoon.

I enjoyed staying with Rex

but I soon become bored.

I couldn't stand the sight of sweets.

I never liked soup but now I longed for
a plateful.

I missed the academy

and often thought about Mat's secret.

Who's that?

Mat!

Here are instructions on how to steer
your flight.

So that you land right by the academy.

And just then Mat brought me your letter.

You've done very well.

I'm going to reward you
with a golden freckle.

Wear it faithfully and never
take it off.

It's our academy's highest decoration.

Aren't you pleased?

What happened?

Is anything the matter?

At school they say I made up
all my adventures.

Have you thought about
why they say that?

I expect they are envious,

just as Philip is envious of your academy

and resents us all being so happy.

When you come to us you were a nice,
well-behaved boy.

Now you are also thoughtful
and considerate.

Your parents will be pleased.

Maybe you have a wish?

I know you want to find Mat's
magic button.

That's simply a matter of determination.

Maybe you would like to be let into
one of my secrets?

What is there on the other side
of the academy?

Look - my window gives onto
the other side.

From it you can see the future.

I keep the curtains drawn

because it isn't always a good thing
to see ahead.

Maybe it's better to enjoy every day
as it comes?

I was happy to be with this
unusual man.

Nobody suspected that at this very moment
the barber...

Mr Aloysius.

Come here, please.

Right away.

You must always remember this moment.

Here is the germ of a new order
planed by whom?

By you?

That's right.
By Philip, a modest hairdresser.

Here you see a child
of the electronic age.

Steered by remote control,
programmed throughout.

Obedient, without any whims or fancies
of his own.

A disciplined computer terminal!

This prototype is the first step towards

regimented playgrounds, nurseries
and schools.

If it works, we'll control over
every fairytale.

You won't need to dress us up as a guard
or a bird-catcher.

No more jokes about hairdressers!

No more untidy mops of hair!

Imprecise dance-steps!

Choreography will once again become...

musical drill!

We'll start with a certain long-haired
band of nuisances.

If it works, we'll start...

mass production.

What do you say?

Only one question:
how will he move?

That's a minor detail I leave it
to my good friend, Mr Bolt.

We'll be monitoring it all

I have my cameras all over the academy.

I am a special, 'cos I know
How to talk to my dog Joey

I learnt how to from a manual
Written by a clever spaniel

When I call "Joey here!"
He sits up an cocks an ear

When I shout "Joey, hop!"
He is gone before I stop

When I whisper "Joey, lie!"
He lies down and so do I

When I scratch him
On his chin

His teeth flash
In a wicked grin

Of course he wouldn't
Hurt a fly

Though sometimes
He pretends to try

Joe likes to chew my shoe
Something all dogs do

When I started on this rhyme
He slept by me all the time

When he woke, he did a roll
That means...

Time now for a stroll

We went out, my dog and I
Joey made some feathers fly

Joey barked, I did not
We enjoyed ourselves a lot

I am so happy, 'cos I know
How to talk to my friend Joey

Autumn is the best season

for a treasure-hunt.

Don't forget to look in the park.

Go in pairs for the sake of company.

I have a prize for the one

who finds the best treasure.

I found a hollow tree-trunk

but I was afraid to explore it
by myself.

This is it.

Not bad, is it?

It looks quite ordinary.

Just listen!

Let's go in.

Good!

What are you waiting for?

Today I'm just a memory

A glimpse of a far-off time

Once I was a dream you had

When I called your whole world mine

The world of childhood play and thought

First joys

And wonderful dreams

Now when you shut your eyes

In grey of memory

Among pale shadows there

It is me you see

I am your tale

Your fairytale

The theme-song of your dreams

I can see you are from the academy

and have wandered into another story.

The tale of the sad princess.

It's a beautiful story, but it has
no ending.

I've been waiting for someone to finish it
for the last 100 years.

If you touch me, you'll turn into frogs

and stay here forever.

Do as I wish

and I'll grant each of you a wish.

I'd like a key to open all doors

and a whistle to take ma anywhere I like.

You'll find both in this box.

I'd like the magic button
of Dr Pai Chi Wo.

Hurry up and you'll find it
at the academy.

I won't go on

cutting your hair or that of the boys.

I've enough of your promises.

I'll be bringing him along this week.

The academy was intended for students
like him

and not for that noisy band
of pipsqueaks.

No more free freckles!

Wait, wait!

I see the treasure-hunt was
a great success.

You've found many wonderful treasures.

As a reward for searching so carefully

you can keep all you found.

After supper today
I'll take down our album

and read you Adam's dream.

Oh goodie!

Adam's dream.

I dreamt that I awoke...

Today I'll take you to China.

We're off!

Adam, save my train!

Adam, you stole the cloud!

There'll be no more rain or snow!

We'll be parched with
the heat and drought!

Winter's bringing white
Snow for your delight

Now some snow we'll take
And a snowman make

We'll make him jelly fat
Give him a pipe and hat

Snow's falling on his head
His nose is getting red

Winter's bringing white
Snow for your delight

By eating flowers all day
I'll make December May

Adam, turn on the light,
I can't see.

I feel like a snack.
What about the thunderbolt?

Dancing, prancing
Mister Blot

We enjoy his games
A lot

Thank you.
At last I have a glass of my own.

A third eye!

I can see the third eye!

My third eye has come back
from its trip into space.

Fancy that!

Fantastico!

What fantastic view!

No one's ever seen anything like this!

I can see life on stars!

No one's ever thought up a story
to match it.

It'll put all other tales in the shade.

Tomorrow we'll invite the neighbours
to a viewing.

Tidy up indoors and outdoors

and I'll get the projector ready.

Space travel in academy!

Fantastic!

I thought a great deal about
what the princess had said.

Something very important happened
that evening.

What a storm!

A good thing the third eye landed
before the rain.

We have visitors.

That's strange.

Open the umbrella.

At last!

I thought we'd drown.

This is Adolf, a new student.

He'll be your star pupil.

He's welcome.
Please, come in.

In the academy, Adolf,

you'll have many friends
and an excellent teacher.

Careful!

He is tired.

In the rain we lost our way three times

before we found...

the right turning.

We'll ask Mr Blot

to make your both some supper.

There's no need to bother him.

You'd better find Adolf a bed.

There's a spare one in our room.

I haven't much time so I'll be off
right away.

In his clothes?

He doesn't like being woken up.

You'd better let him sleep...

in his clothes.

If all goes well, I'll let Mr Blot

have some fresh freckles.

You'll get very fond of Adolf,
just you wait.

Look!

Don't touch him!

Go to bed!

Goodnight.

I don't like it somehow...

I'll find Mr Blot.

I was suddenly terribly tempted

to steal a look at Mr Blot's secrets.

I thought the entrance was
in the sickroom.

What brings you there?

Philip brought a new student.

Have you seen Mr Blot?

He's not on the third floor.

I thought he was with you boys.

I'll go to the kitchen
and you try the classrooms.

Mr Blot's worried and he has been
shrinking steadily.

I'm afraid he misses his fresh freckles.

Don't wake me...

I'm having a wonderful dream.

Look, Adam...

This boy hasn't been dreaming at all.

Did he come last night?

Who is he?

Look, he slept in his clothes.

What's your name?

It's a doll!

You're right, Adolf's a doll.

I was always afraid of having dolls
in our academy.

But it's too late now.

He was smuggled in by a trick.

He'll cause us a lot of trouble.

We must teach him to feel,

think...

and speak.

Perhaps I'll manage it?

Pick him up and carry him carefully
to my study.

There'll be no lessons today.

Remember to tidy up for our visitors
tonight.

After dinner we'll have my tale
of star dwellers.

You stay, Adam.

You can help me.

Here's an ointment made
by Dr Pai Chi Wo.

Rub Adolf's hands with it

until veins and arteries
begin to appear.

I'll see the heart...

and brain.

Microprocessors, transistors, diodes...

A doll equipped with the most up-to-date
technology.

Is that dangerous?

Technology is neither good nor bad
by itself.

It all depends what use we make of it.

We'll do our best to help this doll

to feel, see and hear.

But will it make proper use
of these faculties?

9, 8, 7, 6...

5, 4, 3...

2, 1, 0

It looks as if we made it.

Where am I?

In Mr Blot's academy.

Can I breathe?

Of course.

What's your name?

Adolf.

Give me a stick of some sort.

Here's your new fellow-student.

Is this a circus?

Don't stand there and gape!

I'm just going to take a look
in the bushes.

That's where you keep you treasures,
isn't it?

We'll soon get rid of them!

Welcome to our story!

Come join us.

Come join us, we invite you
Our story will delight you

Leave behind what's dreary
Here no-one's ever weary

Pinocchio comes here daily
To play the ukulele

And kids all get to fly
In an airplane in the sky

There's sausages and cheeses
And no one ever freezes

And really, it's quite true
Telltales have nothing to do

Come join us, we invite you
Our story will delight you

Pinocchio comes here daily
To play the ukulele

We're having lots of fun
So join us if you can

Past hillock and past hollow
Adventure bids us follow

We'll seek her all together
In this fine summer weather

So join us if you can
We're having lots of fun

A certain hen, I have heard
Was an awfully snobbish bird

Good manners, she'd say
Is what's lacking today

She asked friends to a meal
So they'd see what's genteel

A donkey came in and brayed
And broke a vase, I'm afraid

And broke a vase, I'm afraid

The hen cackled:
Alas, it's quite plain he's an ass

A cow came in, forlorn,
Broke a pane with her horn

Broke a pane with her horn

Cried the hostess: now, now
Don't be a clumsy cow!

A muddy pig came through the door
The hen was ruffled even more

The hen was ruffled even more

She gave an angry cry!
My house is not a sty!

A sheep came in late
Broke a seat with his weight

Now here, the hen said,
Is a proper muttonhead

Teaching manners to swine
Is a sheer waste of time

"I've had quite enough!"
The guests left in a huff.

Now did that hen display
Good manners, would you say?

Show our visitors to their seats.

Mr Blot himself made all these delicacies.

Another glass, perhaps?

My dear friends!

Beyond seven nebulas,

beyond seven moons

lives a planet wrapped in colorful clouds

known as the Star of Hope.

My third eye flew there

and what it observed you'll see
for yourselves.

The flight took the whole summer.

Many-coloured cosmic kites drift
through space.

The third eye flew

to the most interesting part of our
solar system.

Where the collective memory
of the universe is stored.

There it was given details concerning
the history

and position of the Star of Hope.

How interesting!

Look, Little Red Riding Hood,
how lovely!

The planet's central computer was informed

and an unmanned spaceship
was sent to help

third eye to make a safe landing.

Star dwellers are hospitable

but also sensible.

They learnt to be careful in their war
with King Chaos

who set out to conquer the universe.

They put the third eye through many tests

to discover what my intention were.

When they learnt that contact with another
civilisation

might help to unite mankind,

the planet protective screen was raised

and above the horizon appeared

the beautiful Star of Hope,

whose story I'm about to relate.

What's the meaning of this?

You're giving a party without me?

Is that why I was sent out
into the park?

What are you staring at?

Get out before I lose my temper!

Get a move on, will you!

Scram, you silly bird!

Buzz off, dwarfs,
or I'll jump on you.

It's my turn to have fun.

I'm the Queen of Toyland
and I order you to stop!

Too late, my lovely, I'm no longer
a subject of yours.

I'm alive now, thanks to this
old idiot.

We must examine him.

Out of my way, doc,
or I'll break your bones.

What are you waiting for,
you fat lump?

Get out, Pinocchio, or I punch
your nose.

Out of my way, Snow Queen,
or I'll melt you.

Get out!

That's not all!

Your academy is finished!

You'll be sorry you ever started on
those stories.

It's a pity I won't be able to finish

telling you my tale of star dwellers.

We must put it off
to another story.

It can't be helped.

It's high time we all had
our supper.

Clear the room.

There's still autumn to come
before winter, isn't there?

Yes.

Cheer up!

It rained throughout October
and November.

There were no more games outdoors.

Mr Blot became melancholy
and strangely quiet.

He complained there were no butterflies.

He neglected the kitchen

and forgot about our meals.

He neglected his freckles and didn't take
his pills.

As a result his shock of hair grew thin
and grey.

At last winter came,
and with it Christmas.

On Christmas Eve Mr Blot seemed

his former self again when we sat down
to supper.

Sit down Adam.

Boys,

our tale is coming to an end.

I'll be sorry to part from you.

We spent a whole year together.

It was great fun...

but nothing lasts forever.

What'll happen to us?

You'll all go home for Christmas.

Open the gate at midnight

and throw the key into the pond.

That'll be end of our tale
of my academy.

Won't we meet again?

In another story, maybe.

The story of my travels.

It's time for some surprises.

I've got ready some presents for you.

Do you know what you're getting?

The magnifying pump.

Adam Niezgodka.

Adolf.

Someone's inside the secrets!

There'll be no carols or presents...

bur tears and gnashing of teeth!

Here are your silly old secrets!

You can't read it because you don't know
Chinese,

so I might as well tear it up.

Go on, read it!

The secrets will be torn
into tatters!

You've destroyed my secrets.

For that you must be punished.

Well, I was afraid my story would end
like this.

These scrolls contained the knowledge

passed to me by Dr Pai Chi Wo.

Now there'll be no more
cooking in colours,

flying in the air, healing furniture

or making up magic songs and rhymes.

But luckily I've taught you some
of that knowledge.

Before you unpack your presents,
we'll sing a carol.

So that's it, Mr Blot?

That's how you stick to our agreement?

I devoted 20 years to my invention.

It was to allow me to find my way into
every fairytale

and destroy it from within.

But you destroyed my doll, my life's work!

All my efforts are wasted,

although I went on supplying you
with freckles

in spite of the risk involved.

I'll show you what I'm capable of

when I set out to take my revenge.

Just wait and see!

I'll make this place go up in smoke!

Here's the button you were looking for.

Farewell.

Hurry up, you'll find him in the study.

Yes...

Hand me that button.

Matthew...

Are you Prince Matthew or was it all
a dream?

I'm not a prince, Adam.

I simply told you a story.

I made up the adventure of the wolf king.

And the prince, and Dr Pai Chi Wo?

In fairytales good is always victorious.

Maybe you thought this story
was true

because it was different?

And you...

I wrote the story of Mr Blot's academy.

I wrote it because
I'm very fond of children.

Some people ever maintain...

that I myself am that strange
fellow Blot.