Original subtitles

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- Okay, orphan Warners.

Wakkiver needs his gruel. What are we gonna sing?

- Let's not go through the whole rigmarole of you pretending

you don't wanna sing your countries of the world song.

It's getting old.

- Countries of the early 19th century? This might be a quick one.

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♪ Yakko's World music playing ♪

♪ Great Britain and Prussia, the Empire of Russia ♪

♪ Two Sicilies, Sulu, Siam ♪

♪ The Papal States, Zululand, Persian Empire ♪

♪ And Jolof, Kaabu, and Bhutan ♪

♪ Ashanti and Toro, Punjab and Bunyoro ♪

♪ Holy Roman Empire is gone ♪

♪ Dahomey, Bukhara, Selangor, Bambara ♪

♪ The Ottomans, Parma, and Kong ♪

♪ There's Brunswick Bavaria, Central America ♪

♪ Schleswig and Saxe-Coburg-Gotha ♪

♪ Archduchy of Austria, next Queen Victoria ♪

♪ Goodbye, the Empire Maratha! ♪

♪ China's Empire of Qing, Bhutan calls Norbu king ♪

♪ The lovely free city of Bremen ♪

♪ The Afghani Emirate, Aden Protectorate ♪

♪ That's what they used to call Yemen ♪

♪ Kingdoms Gomma and Khiva, Limmu-Enarrea ♪

♪ The Sultanates Maldives, Perak... ♪

EGWIND: [grunts] Ah!

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- How'd we do, boss?

- You have met the targets und quotas.

[coins rattling]

[slurping]

- I know I've said this before, but can I have seconds--

- Nein! One meal per day!

No more!

- Well, at least give us our cut of the profits.

Oof.

Queen Victoria has really let herself go.

- Is eine Fagincoin.

Completely decentralized, private, instant payment,

very low transaction fees.

Is the next big thing!

Just wait till our ICO. [laughs]

You'll see. - So, lemme get this straight.

We don't get a proper meal break,

you don't pay us a real wage, and you take all the profits.

How is any of this legal?

- Why, it's the miracle of independent contracting.

Let me explain. [Warners screaming]

♪ Conceive of yourself, freelance ♪

♪ Conceive of yourself, not a real employee ♪

♪ Sign here, you don't have to read ♪

♪ Certain legal protections might be something you concede ♪

♪ Conceive of yourself, well poor ♪

♪ Conceive of yourself, part of the inventory ♪

♪ We've taken away your rights ♪

♪ You'll find that there's no overtime when you are working nights ♪

♪ If it should chance to be that you have made a small mistake ♪

♪ Or need a bathroom break, tough luck! ♪

♪ So, go out and sing and dance, and if you pee your pants ♪

♪ Then, I don't give a-- ♪

- Good night, everybody!

- Nein! Your shift goes for another eight hours!

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- How come they always get more gruel than us?

It's not fair!

- Well, because they are pickpoc--

I-I mean, because they are employees.

Ja. That's what they are, young Wakkiver.

They do a harder job.

You are only eine temp worker.

[stomach growls]

- Can I be an employee?

Please?

- Hm... Boys!

Take Wakkiver out with you und show him the ropes.

He wants to become...

an employee.

[laughing]

- ♪ Great Britain and Prussia, the Empire of Russia ♪

♪ Two Sicilies, Sulu, Siam ♪

♪ The Papal States, Zululand, Persian Empire ♪

♪ And Jolof, Kaabu, and Bhutan ♪

♪ Ashanti and Toro, Punjab and Bunyoro, Holy Roman Empire... ♪

- Huh? What?

Stop! Thief! [Yakker stops singing]

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[grunts]

- [Cockney accent]: Duh, 'ello, 'ello, 'ello!

Duh, what is all of this then?

- This gutter snipe stole my handkerchief

while these two gutter snipes distracted me!

- Hey! We prefer the term waifs.

- Or ragamuffins. - Tatterdemalions for me.

- Tatter-duh-- eh, duh, uh... aliens?

- That was surprisingly close.

- You three are coming with me!

- Don't worry, sibs. This is London!

Birthplace of due process!

Innocent until proven guilty.

- Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

10 years hard labor!

Have them deported to the colonies!

- Here you go, pal. Get us a nice cell on the ship, hm?

Something in premium convict...

- Passing fake currency?

Double their sentence! 20 years!

- That's not fake! It's a Fagincoin.

- Yeah! Our boss pays us in it.

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[crowd gasping]

- Oh, I knew it was a bad idea

to come to the trial, but,

you know, I just love these procedural dramas.

- 30 years hard labor

for circulating counterfeit tender!

- Ah! [grunts]

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- Send him to Australia!

- He means Austria, ja?

Oh, it will be so nice to visit home.

Ah! [clattering]

[whimpering]

- I suppose I owe you an apology.

I didn't realize that awful man

was preying on your desperation so callously.

I'm sorry. - That's okay, Mrs. Lady.

Just adopt us like in the original story and feed us gruel

for the remainder of our natural lives.

- Side note, we might be immortal. - And we'll call it a day.

[elephant bellowing]

[screaming]

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[crying]

- Parliament will crumble like an over-floured Scottish shortbread!

Onwards, vile orphans, onwards!

[laughing]

- Wow. Maybe we should've stuck with that storyline.

- Yeah. Looks way more interesting

than our heavy-handed treatment of workers' rights.

[bellowing]

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