Original subtitles

Lotta Leaves Home

Script and direction Johanna Hald

Yes, I'll do that. Bye. - Bye.

Here you go.

- Bye Mum

- Bye. Hurry home from school. - Yes yes.

- Lotta! - Don't!

- What is it, Lotta?

What's up with you? What happened?

They were hitting my Bamsen. - Who?

- Jonas and Mia.

- You were dreaming. Get up and get dressed now.

They were in such a hurry to get to school. They wouldn't have time to hit your Bamsen.

- They still did it. Even though they didn't have time.

I'm going to beat up Jonas and Mia.

- Oh, what a mess!

- They're so stupid. There there, Bamsen.

Here you are. - Not that one, it tickles and prickles.

- No. It's so soft and smooth. — No, it tickles and prickles.

- I want my vevlet dress.

- You can wear your vevlet dress on Sunday. For today it'll be this jumper.

Here.

- I'd rather go naked. - Get dressed now.

- Almost naked, then.

- Lotta! Are you coming down to have your chocolate?

- That's what you think. Yes.

- Answer me, then.

Do you want chocolate or not?

- She can stand there and wonder. - Well?

- I'm certainly not going to answer.

Although I suppose it'd be nice to have some chocolate, wouldn't it.

Come on, Bamsen.

Silly Mummy.

She mustn't be too sure.

Maybe I'll have some chocolate, maybe I won't.

I'll see how I feel.

I can have some chocolate if I have to.

- You don't have to at all. But you do have to go and get dressed first.

- Silly Mummy!

- That's enough.

Now go up to the nursery and stay there 'til you've calmed down.

Lotta must have a stomach ache now.

- No clothes, just an old sweater that tickles and prickles.

No food either. Silly Mummy!

It serves you right.

You tickle and prickle.

I'll say a dog tore it to pieces.

I'll say he made a horrible mess of it

I don't think I've ever seen such a bad dog.

Lotta!

Hello!

Are you nice yet? - No, not a bit.

It's all right for them when everyone's so horrid to me.

That's why I tear things up.

And by the way, it was a dog.

Hurry up and put on your jumper, then you can come with me to the shop.

- I won't do that at all!

- But what's the matter with you? Are you going to argue all day?

Well, I suppose I'll have to go to the shop by myself. Bye.

I'll have to stay in the nursery for the rest of my life just because of that jumper.

We'll move out.

Aunt Larsson's maid moved because she didn't like it at Aunt Larsson's.

I don't like it at the Nymans.

I'll put this here so Mummy understands.

I hav moovd lok in wastbaskit

Hello, Aunt Berg. Can I come and live here?

Can I?

- I thought you lived with Mummy and Daddy?

- No, I'm going to move. I don't like it at Nyman's.

- Really? Then I understand why you want to move.

But shouldn't you be wearing a bit more than that?

- I don't get food or clothes at Nyman's.

- Oh dear.

I have some sweaters I've knitted. You can borrow one of those.

Now let's see—here, look.

Here.

Well? How does it feel?

- Comfy. It doesn't tickle and prickle. - That's good.

- Where will my bed be? - That might be a problem.

I don't think you can stay here with me. There's no room for another bed.

- But I have to live somewhere.

- I think you should live all by yourself. You can rent my attic.

- That's the best thing I've heard in a long time. Can I move in right now?

- Yes, but let's see what it looks like first. Come with me.

- Look! There's that bike! Remember when I borrowed it?

- Oh yes, I remember that.

No, my dear child, you can't live in this mess.

- Of course I can.

- I haven't been up here in years.

Dear me, whatever does it look like.

- It's nice here. Curtains on the windows and everything.

- Look! You can see into the Nymans' from here. What a beautiful house they have.

- I'll never live there. I'm living here for the rest of my life.

I'm going to furniture now.

- Will you manage by yourself, or should I help?

- You'll have to carry the furniture, but I'll decide.

- All right.

- I want that table, and those chairs.

It's so dusty in here, that's why you sneeze.

Would you like to see if there's a duster in the chest of drawers there?

It's a bit stiff.

- Oh look, here's a dolly's tea set. What a nice one.

- Yes, the dolls' tea set, yes. I'd almost forgotten about that.

- Lucky I found it then. - Yes.

Just think. - Look at this. There's a dolly here.

- That's Viola Linnéa that my daughter had when she was little.

Then Bamsen can't sleep in the doll's bed, because Viola Linnéa will be there.

I do get to keep her, don't I?

- Yes. As long as you're careful with her, that's all right.

- If Mia saw this, she'd go out of her mind.

- No, I'm sure she wouldn't.

There are dolls' clothes in the drawer as well.

Just think of all the dolls' clothes I've sewn in my life.

Look, a vevlet dress.

- Yes, that one.

- Viola Linnéa, you can only wear your vevlet dress on Sundays.

- That's right.

Yes.

Well, we're done here, so I can go back to what I was doing.

See you later. - Bye.

Aunt Berg? - Yes?

- If you see the Nymans? - Yes?

-Tell them I'm living in my own house and I'm never coming home again.

- I'll do that. Bye bye. - Bye.

- And Aunt Berg? I have to have food too. Can I get that from you?

- You'll have to come and get it yourself.

My old legs can't run up and down the stairs.

- Aunt Berg? - Yes?

- I have an idea.

- You're more than a little smart, you are.

- Don't tell me what it is, I want to see for myself.

Thanks so much. Bye, Aunt Berg! - Bye! Have a nice meal!

Better than at the Nyman's.

As easy as it could be, and no dishes to wash.

All the same, people say it's hard to keep a househole.

♪ When I get to my little house Then I'm alone at night ♪

♪ Then I light my little candle Then I have no one but the cat ♪

Of course I don't have a cat.

What do you do in a househole all day?

- Hello!

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello. I've moved out.

- We know that. - That's what Aunt Berg said.

- I'm going to live here for the rest of my life.

- That's what you think, yeah.

- What nice clothes.

And what a lovely doll.

And look at this. - Don't. That's my stuff.

- Surely I can play with it here too?

- A little bit, then.

- She's so lovely.. What's her name?

- Viola Linnéa.

- Yeah.

- Is Mummy crying? - She's not crying, no.

- Yes, of course I am.

Of course I'm crying for my little Lotta.

- That can't be helped. Now I've moved and got a househole.

- I brought flowers. It's what you do when people move.

- What a great idea. I'll put them on the table here.

How nice. Thank you.

- All the same, won't you come home with us and have dinner, Lotta?

- No, I get food from Aunt Berg. She stands under the window.

She hoists the food up in the basket. — You're not so stupid after all.

- If you could think about moving back before Christmas or something,

you know we'd all be happy.

- How long is it 'til Christmas? - About four months.

- I'll be living here more than four months. - You think so?

- Bye. - Bye.

- Isn't it fun here? - Yes, the best play house I've been in.

- It's not a play house! This is my home.

Oh dear, what a calamity.

Is what they're saying in town true? You've moved away from home, Lotta?

- Yes I have.

- Then I know at least one who'll be crying tonight—your unfortunate father.

Just think—when I go to the nursery to say goodnight to my children, there's an empty bed.

Lotta's gone.

- Can't be helped. - No no.

- So we can eat the meatballs and macaroni all by ourselves.

- Good.

- Come on, kids.

You too, Jonas. - I'm coming.

- Bye bye then, little Lotta. - Bye Daddy.

- Bye Lotta.

Have a nice meal. - Thanks very much.

Just as good as the Nymans'.

It's fun to play croquet.

- Bravo!

Winner of the croquet competition: Mia Nyman. Congratulations.

Now let's go in and have a cup of chocolate. - Yeah! Chocolate!

- Not as good as having your own househole.

We'd better go to bed, because soon we won't be able to see anything.

Come on, Bamsen.

There.

It's not that I'm scared of the dark, I just think it's so sad.

Jonas and Mia are probably in bed now.

Then Mummy and Daddy come and say good night, but not to me.

♪ When I get to my little house, Then I'm alone at night ♪

♪ Then I light my little candle. Then I have no one but the cat. ♪

♪ When I get to my little house Then I'm alone at night

♪ - Then I light my little candle Then I have no one but the cat ♪

- Daddy, I'd like a cat at least.

You know what, Lotta?

Mummy's so sad at home. She just cries and cries.

Surely you could move back home for Christmas at least?

- I want to move back home now!

- Sweetie. - To you and Mummy.

Hello! Look who I've got with me.

Lotta's moved back home. - Is that true? Is that really true?

- Yes. I'm staying with you for the rest of my life.

- You've made me so happy!

- I have another jumper now that I got from Aunt Berg. Isn't that good?

I cut the other one up. I want to say sorry, but I can't.

- What if I say: sorry, Lotta, for all the times I've been stupid to you.

- Yes, then maybe I'll forgive you. Sorry!

Sorry. - Sorry.

- There once was a mouse who wanted a house,

and if he didn't get it he said—Peep!

Yes, it's definitely much nicer having you at home. Good night.

- Good night.

- Sleep tight. - Sleep tight.

- Sleep tight. - Sleep tight, Mummy.

- Turn off the light, Jonas.

♪ When I get to my little house Then I'm alone at night ♪

♪ When I get to my little house Then I'm alone at night ♪

♪ Then I light my little candle Then I have no one but the cat ♪

Although it's not about me, but about another Lotta.

This is the best shop there is.

Your candy is the best there is. - Thank you.

- I want one like that too.

- How much are they?

- You get for free. You too. - Thank you!

Shall we go then? Bye, Vassilis. - Bye, Lotta.

I can go faster!

Now I'm going to make a huge iceberg.

- Lotta—

you're going to the dentist tomorrow. - No!

I don't want to. - It's nothing to be afraid of.

If you're good, you get 25 öre.

Make sure she's all right. I'll get some towels. - Look at me! Look at me!

Mummy. I don't want to go to the dentist. - But Lotta. There's nothing to be afraid of.

If you're really good in there, you'll get 25 öre.

- Now it's the Nyman siblings' turn. There you go.

- Hello. - Hello, Lotta.

Bye. No holes! - That's great!

Isn't it quiet? Strange she isn't screaming.

Bye, Lotta. - Goodbye.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Have you been a good girl? - Yes.

- What did the dentist do? - He pulled out a tooth.

- What? And you didn't scream? - I didn't scream.

- Oh, what a good girl! Then you deserve a 25.

Here you are. - Thanks.

Can I see if you're bleeding?

Open your mouth.

He hasn't pulled out any teeth.

- Yes he did—on Jonas.

- Jonas, the pain will pass soon.

Yes, Mrs. Nyman—

I couldn't do much with the little lady. She didn't even want to open her mouth.

We'll have to ask the nurse for a new time.

- Let's have a lunch break, Nurse.

- You're hopeless.

- Yes I am. - Please. Don't fight now.

- And you got a 25 too. - Ridiculous.

- Stop fighting.

- It was embarrassing when you were in there and kept your mouth closed.

- I don't know him. I can't open my mouth for people I don't know.

Dolls' house. I don't think I'll ever get that.

- No. I'll just get a bunch of soft parcels like socks and sweaters and stuff like that.

Hockey game. - How many presents are you asking for?

- Nine, I think.

- I only have five.

- I've asked dad for my own toboggan.

Now I just have to pray to God that there will be snow, otherwise I can't go.

Dear kind God—

make it snow right now.

Think of the poor flowers.

They need a warm blanket when they're lying there so cold, so cold.

Wasn't I clever there? I didn't say the snow would be for my toboggan.

It's unbelievable how well I can whistle.

It's strange about me, there's so much I can do.

I can do anything, come to think of it.

- What can you do then! - Don't overdo your bragging.

- Can you do a slalom, for example? Can you? - Did I say I can do a slalom?

- You said you can do anything.

- Well I can.

Everything except slalom.

- Yeah yeah.

Come on, Mia. - I'm coming.

We're going to the ski slope. - Hurry up!

- I'm staying here!

I have to learn to slalom. It can't be that hard.

First you ski in one direction, then in the other direction.

And you wag your tail all the time.

I can wag my tail already.

I'll learn the rest later.

- Yes—no, but that's so good.

Yes, yes—that's nice. See you later then.

Wait, did you remember to post the Christmas cards?

Fine. Bye.

That was Daddy on the phone.

He was going to buy a Christmas tree to bring home.

Aunt Berg isn't feeling very well. Couldn't you run over with a Christmas loaf for her?

- Yes, I can do that. - That's nice of you.

And then see if there's anything you can help her with.

- I can do that too, help people who are sick.

I can do almost everything.

- You're so good. Can you take this too, since you're passing the bin anyway?

- I can do that. - Here you are.

Damn that's disgusting, there's a monster in the bag.

- That's the pike we had for dinner yesterday. - Now it's going in the bin.

Come on Bamsen, let's go and throw the monster away.

That's right. I should learn to slalom. Preferably before Jonas and Mia get home.

I'll slalom to Aunt Berg.

I can put you down here for a moment.

If you're hungry, you can chew on the loaf.

Although not so it shows.

Here's a good slalom slope.

Hello. How's your breath shortness?

- Well, thanks for asking. A little better. - But it's not that great.

- You're lucky I came to visit you, then.

Guess what I've got for you.

- What can it be?

- Something you can eat.

It starts with "lo".

But I won't say what it is.

You could say it starts with "br" too.

"Lo"? And "br"? No, I can't guess that.

And you can cut it into slices and spread butter on it.

I won't say any more. Guess now.

- "lo"—could it possibly be a loaf?

- Yes, you can believe it could be a loaf. And you can believe it is a loaf!

Horrid monster! - What's this? Have you brought me a monster?

And where's my Bamsen?

Where's Bamsen? And Aunt Berg's loaf.

In the rubbish, of course.

Little Bamsen. Poor little Bamsen.

I'm coming for you now. Are you down there in the dark?

Bamsen!

Kalle Fransson!

Kalle Fransson! - What is it? What are you yelling for?

- You've taken my Bamsen.

You've made a mess of him with that horrid machine.

- Is he in here? - Yes! My Bamsen!

My beloved Bamsen. And Aunt Berg's loaf.

- Loaf? - Yes. You've made a mess of that too.

- Did you say loaf? - Yes.

- Was it in a small bag? - Yes. You can be sure of that!

And Bamsen too.

My Bamsen.

- Then it's probably this bag. Could it be this bag?

I collect bread for my bird table. I didn't know there was a Bamsen in there.

There you see. Here you are.

- Bamsen. Didn't you see there was someone in there with sad eyes?

- No, I didn't.

- Sorry, Bamsen. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Shall we make a mess out of that? - Monster porridge.

One, two, three…

Now we've made monster porridge out of the misery.

- Now you can glare as much as you want, old monster.

- Goodbye, monster.

Bye, Lotta. - Bye, Kalle Fransson.

I'll never try to learn to do a slalom.

That's when stupid things like this happen.

Did you leave the loaf somewhere?

- No, it only went for a little walk with my Bamsen.

Now it's finished. - Thanks. Thanks so much.

- Now I'm going make you some sandwiches. - Thank you.

Aunt Berg! - Yes?

- I'm bringing you more sandwiches now.

- Please Lotta. I really can't eat any more. Take them now. It is good for breath shortness.

- Really? All right then.

It's almost strange how well I can do everything.

Although it's hard to clean.

Is there anything else you want me to help you with?

- Yes, do you think you could pop to the kiosk and get me a newspaper?

- Yes, I can do everything. - That's good.

This is for the newspaper. - They have very good caramels there too.

- Have they really?

That's as a thank you for all your help. - Thank you, kind Aunt Berg.

Of course, Daddy's coming home with a Christmas tree, so I have to go home and look at that first.

- Yes. I understand you want to do that.

There isn't a Christmas tree for sale in the whole town.

- Not a single spruce?

- But surely there must be Christmas trees.

- That's just how terrible it is. Every single Christmas tree's been sold.

- We have to have a Christmas tree.

- You could have bought one earlier, couldn't you? Why didn't you?

- I always buy a Christmas tree three days before Christmas Eve.

But this year there was so much snow, it was difficult to get through with spruces.

I'm sorry too. - We have to have a Christmas tree!

- Have to, have to—I can't perform miracles. I can't do everything.

- No, but you can. You say you can do anything.

So go and get a Christmas tree, if you can do anything now.

- You're so stupid. - Don't listen to him when he's so unfair.

- I don't.

- Don't fight. - Typical of you. You are just talk.

- Come on, let's have dinner.

- Christmas without a Christmas tree. We just can't.

I'll do what I can. If there's a Christmas tree, we'll have it.

But if there aren't any, there aren't any.

- I'm going to cry too. I'm going to cry absolutely terribly.

But first I'm going to buy Aunt Berg's newspaper.

Bamsen. We'll take the kicksled, so at least there'll be some fun in the midst of all the misery.

Hello, Lotta. - Hello. Wait there.

Hello, Mrs. Blomgren. - Hello, little Lotta. How nice to see you.

What would you like today?

- I'm buying a newspaper for Aunt Berg.

- The usual old thing, I understand. - And then I'll have sweets for that one.

- So what would you like first?

- Do you have any that are so sad you cry when you eat them?

- Why should you cry? - We don't have a Christmas tree.

- Oh dear. Yes, I heard all the Christmas trees in the whole town are gone. That's sad.

- I'm going to cry when I get home. - Yes.

- Shouldn't you have some caramels for now? Would you like to try one, perhaps?

Here you are. - Thanks.

Look, Mrs. Blomgren!

- But—

- Lucky I didn't have time to spend the whole krona.

Can I buy a Christmas tree from you?

- No. No you can't.

- Why not?

- Because they're going to Stockholm, these spruces.

- Why?

- Why why why—

because they don't have any spruces in Stockholm.

- Neither do we.

They'll pay anything for a Christmas tree in Stockholm. Move.

- I'll pay anything too!

I'll pay anything too!

If you get a krona from me, can you at least give me a small Christmas tree?

- That'll be right, yeah.

Out of my way now.

- Please, please, please!

- No no no.

Bye bye, silly little girl.

You've lost a tree!

You've lost a tree!

There's a tree over there that I need. Do you think I dare take it?

- Yes, of course, it can't lie there littering the place. Wait, I'll help you.

- That something so strange could happen. It must be you, Lotta, who's so lucky.

Hurry up, Mr. Blomgren.

- Bamsen's never had such a fine seat before, has he?

Bye! - Bye!

- Bye, say hello to Mummy and Daddy.

It's unbelievable how well I can whistle.

What are you crying for?

- Daddy called. He's tried everything to get hold of a tree, but there's none in the whole town.

- Weird. Come and see what I've got on my kicksled.

Come and see what I've got on my kicksled.

- Stop nagging. We don't want to see anything when we're crying.

- Really? Or else you'd have seen a Christmas tree.

- Now you're lying again. - Come on.

- Lotta! Where did you get that? - You wouldn't believe it.

- You're right, Lotta. You really can do anything. - Yes, haven't I been telling you that?

Now I have to give Aunt Berg her newspaper!

♪ Come, little friend, come again Dance around the tree, jump tra la la la ♪

♪ Joy is big sister and brother ♪

♪ Now we have lights here in the house Christmas has come jump tra la la la ♪

♪ The children dance round and round ♪

- Wait. Shoot now.

Yes! We're in the lead, one-nil!

- Yes, Lotta, we'll never forget that.

You coming with a Christmas tree for us.

- I can't believe it! I got my dolls' house after all!

- Here's a little present for you too, Bamsen.

No, Bamsen, we should probably go to bed now.

Good night. - Good night.

- Good night.

Such a strange thing about me.

There's so much I can do!

Whistle and get a Christmas tree—anything.

Yes actually, I can do everything.

Although of course—not slalom.

Come on, then!

Hi, Lotta. - Hello.

Hello. - Hello. I'm going to be an Easter witch too.

When Mia and Jonas get home from school.

♪ Soon they will come, soon they will come .Soon they will come, little Bamsen ♪

- Lotta!

Yes! - Hello, Lotta!

- Hurry up! We're dressing up as Easter witches.

Hurry up! We have to change clothes. - We have to leave for a while first.

- Kalle in our class has a birthday today. He's invited us to a party.

So we have to go and have some cake first.

- So I'm supposed to sit and wait and wait even more while you have cake at that Kalle's?

- It's not a big deal, is it?

- I'm angry now! - Are you really?

- I certainly am! - Think of something new. You're always angry.

- You're the stupidest person ever!

And so's Mia!

- Don't be upset. We'll be back soon.

It'll be great to have some cake!

What should we do now?

Hello. - Hello.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

What are you doing? - Putting up clean Easter curtains, as you can see.

- Must you do that?

- Well, must—no, but I think it's quite nice.

The Easter Bunny probably thinks so too when he brings his eggs.

- When does he come? - Same as usual, the morning of Easter Eve.

- When everyone's asleep? -Yes, when everyone's sleeping.

- And then he hides the eggs in the garden? - Yes.

- And then Daddy stands at the door and says, Ready, Steady, Go!

- Yes.

And then we get to look. - Yes.

- And then we find them.

And then we stuff ourselves with as much chocolate and caramel as we want!

- As much as you want.

I'd have hidden the eggs in this bush if I was the Easter Bunny.

We'll run straight here in the morning of Easter Eve.

Now let's go and meet Jonas and Mia.

At least by now they'll have stuffed themselves with cake.

Why don't they ever come? It's just like them.

Know what we should do? Go to Vassilis.

He probably has the whole shop full of Easter eggs.

Who knows? Maybe the Easter Bunny buys his eggs there.

Hello. - Hello.

Hello Pricken.

But—what on earth—

Where's all the candy?

Where's all the candy? - Gone.

I've closed. I've sold everything.

Then where do we buy our Saturday sweets?

- I don't know.

Certainly not from me.

I'm going home. To Greece.

You don't eat enough candy in this country.

It's just Saturday sweets, Saturday sweets.

I can't live on that.

Don't cry. You're such a happy kid.

I've sold the business to someone who sells animals.

The whole shop full of parrots. Parrots everywhere.

Crawling all over you.

No, hang on. Wait a minute.

Have a look at this.

- What on earth—

- There are Christmas treats here to last fourteen Christmases.

But it's not Christmas now, it's Easter. Easter.

And no one will buy one single Santa. Do you understand, Lotta?

- Are the Santas going with you to Greece?

- I don't want to see another Santa for as long as I live.

They're yours. Take them!

Otherwise I'll throw them in the bin.

Can you carry it? - Oh yes.

It's so sad you're going back to Greece. - I don't think so.

It'll be nice to go home.

You've always been a happy kid. Stay like that.

- Bye, Vassilis. - Bye, Lotta.

- Bye! - Bye.

- Bye, Vassilis! - Bye.

What a huge surprise.

Mia and Jonas will be so amazed.

Mind you, they'll just throw themselves at the bags and start guzzling.

No. I want the Santas myself.

But where should I hide them?

In Aunt Berg's shed!

Lotta!

- Lotta! We're coming now!

Hello! Where are you? - No!

Wait here, Bamsen. - Lotta!

Lotta, where are you? - Lotta!

- Over here. What do you want?

- We're going to change. - We're going to be Easter witches.

- You'll have to go without me.

- What's the matter with you now?

Are you still angry? - Don't think that because I'm not!

- Stop fighting. Let's go and change. - Not me.

- What are you sulking about? I don't sulk, because I'm always so happy.

That's what Vassilis says. I just don't want to be an Easter witch.

- So don't do it. - Come on.

Hello!

They didn't notice anything.

Here you are, soft and comfortable.

You look so handsome! Like a matador.

- I can be an Easter witch if it's so important. - So you're not angry now?

- No, happy. Think about it. - Come on then.

- No, I'll be an Easter witch instead.

Happy Easter! Happy Easter! - Thank you. Don't you look nice!

- Where's Lotta?

- Happy Easter, Aunt Berg! Do you have any candy in the house?

- You're really a nice lot of Easter witches. - Happy Easter!

- I don't have any candy left. But wait.

- What do you think it could be?

- Money.

- You'll have to make do with these. - Thanks!

Now we're off to Blåkulla.

Bye! - Bye! Happy Easter!

Happy Easter! - Unfortunately, I've had so many here already.

I'm sorry, it's all gone.

Happy Easter. — Too late, the candy's all gone.

One solitary apple! That's because you spent so long eating cake.

Dear, good God. Make sure I don't tell them what I've got in the trunk.

I'm never being an Easter witch again. - Neither am I.

Come on, kids, it's not so terrible.

The Easter Bunny's coming soon.

And look, there's Daddy.

- I know, let's hide!

- Don't muck about, it's a long time since we've done that kind of thing.

Hello. Oh thank you, darling!

Are you hungry? I think you'll have to take it easy with the eggs this year.

- Vassilis has closed. - Has he?

- Yes. He's shut the shop-

So I couldn't buy any Easter eggs.

- Well. Where's the Easter Bunny going to buy his eggs?

-Tomorrow's Good Friday, everything's closed.

I'll have to do the shopping in town on Easter Eve.

The Easter Bunny will have to come on Easter Sunday this year.

- Yippee.

- We always look for the eggs on Easter Eve. First thing in the morning.

A day more or less doesn't really matter, does it?

- Listen, come and eat.

Ho ho! Look at me. Can you see me now?

You've still got makeup on. - So have you. It's hard to get off.

- I'll wait for you out there.

Can't the Easter Bunny sort out his own eggs? What's it got to do with Daddy?

- Don't you realise that Dad's the Easter Bunny?

He's Santa too if you want to know.

Come on, Mia. - Bye Mum.

- Bye. Not too late.

- Night night, Daddy.

Good night. - Good night.

Bye. - Bye.

- See you tomorrow. - Yes we will.

Mixing up Daddy with Santa Clauses and Easter Bunnies. It just seems crazy.

An Easter Bunny is an Easter Bunny and a Santa Claus is a Santa Claus.

That's what's so exciting about Christmas and Easter.

But with no real Easter Bunny, and no Easter eggs—

it's going to be a miserable Easter.

We have to think about this for a while.

Have you looked properly? - She must have hidden somewhere.

She's probably at Aunt Berg's. Take it easy.

No answer.

- All this is because the Easter Bunny didn't come. - I said he'll come tomorrow.

Help Mummy with breakfast, while I get the newspaper.

- But what about Lotta? - Lotta will turn up soon.

- My God, what's all this? - What is it?

- What is it?

What—

Oh, I must have fallen asleep. - Sweetheart.

- Look over there! And there! The whole garden is full.

You've been sleeping out here, have you?

- I've been out all night.

- Have you? - Yes I have.

It's all chocolate!

- My silly little girl.

- Where did all this come from? - I have no idea.

No. Not a clue.

- Oh, isn't this lovely!

- Happy Easter. - Thank you, same to you.

- Hello, Aunt Berg. - Hello. Aren't you lovely!

- Happy Easter, Aunt Berg. - Thank you, dear Lotta.

- And you said there wouldn't be an Easter Bunny. - And there wasn't.

There was a little Christmas Bunny instead.

What on earth?

Who's that? - Vassilis.

He's going home to Greece. - Bye, Lotta!

- Bye, Vassilis!

In any case, I'm a happy kid. That's what Vassilis said.

English subtitles by faxeholm1234 and jeremys

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