Frits en Freddy Page #2

- I can't do that.

Want me to produce a toilet

out of my hat, or what?

I'm bursting, Pat.

I can't hold on any longer.

- We can't leave.

Ten minutes won't hurt,

there's nothing to see here anyway.

Careful!

Five...

Four, three, two, one.

What was that? Fireworks?

- You'll never believe this!

Greta! What was that?

Bastards!

Hey... Bastards!

Did I come at a bad time?

Just a bit, Dad.

What are you two doing?

Is it some kind of game?

- We've been attacked.

Attacked? Who by?

A bunch of nuns?

- No, Dad, by real attackers.

I don't believe it.

- They were armed.

You're having me on.

- We're not.

So what did they want?

- We don't know, they didn't say.

Did they take anything?

- No.

And you'd never seen these guys before?

- No, never.

That was Granny's car.

- I know, Dad.

It didn't have a mark on it.

When it rained, she left it

in the garage and called a taxi.

They don't make them like that any more.

- Could you give us a hand, Dad?

Here you are.

We've been humiliated, Frits.

Here, in our own home.

Dad thinks we're a couple of clowns.

- Yeah.

Has he ever thought otherwise?

If he has, I don't remember it.

Granny's car is a write-off.

I can't go on like this.

You got a plan?

We'll go back and

set light to his shack.

So that that Mouse realises

we're not to be messed with.

We know where he lives.

- Yeah, and he knows where we live.

Let him come! I'll be ready for him.

He's not some amateur, Freddy.

- Neither are we.

And how will we get there? By bus?

- We're not on a bus route.

Maybe I can ask the old prune across

the road if I can borrow their bus?

What will you say?

Good evening, old prune.

I just slit your Balou's throat

with Frits's new knife

and now I'd like to borrow your car

cos ours has just exploded.

Well... I won't say that, of course.

What then? I'd like to know.

I'm not going to say,

'Good evening, old prune...'

Maybe you could moon at them again.

I'll tell you what. I'll wait here.

What are you trying to say?

That I can't sort it?

Well, I'll f***in' show you.

Get your briefcase ready.

Greta's in the bath.

- Greta doesn't need to know, Leon.

It's just between us two men.

I don't need it for long.

Half an hour at the most.

Has she been in there long?

- Where?

In the bath.

- Have you seen Balou anywhere?

No.

Why? Have you lost him?

- It's strange.

He's usually afraid of the dark.

Maybe those fireworks scared him.

I've had an idea.

If you lend me your bus and

Balou isn't back in an hour,

I'll go and look for him with Frits.

He loves dogs too.

We need a plan. We can't go charging in.

- I've got a plan.

I was afraid of that.

It's high time we showed the rest of

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