War of the Buttons Page #2

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Are you feeling better?

What's he saying?

- What are you saying?

- I... I spilled my milk.

He's just upset about his milk.

It's only a half gallon of milk.

We'll give you some.

We'll give you some.

- Henri, go fill his can.

- What?

I'm doing my homework.

- I told you to go get him milk.

- I'm not at his service.

Well, we'll see about that.

Go now.

All right. Okay.

Go ahead, make even more noise.

- It was good.

- You like it, huh?

Put an "S" there.

- Watch out, here comes a car.

- Done.

ALL THE VELRANS ARE CREEPS

- We showed them.

- Yeah, and good luck erasing it!

My little brother!

I lost him.

Good night, my good people.

My pants are bursting

at the seams

He learns fast, uh?

He's drunk as a skunk.

- Hey, little Gibus!

- He must've emptied their cellar.

My pants are bursting

at the seams

If it keeps going

you're gonna see my--

Quiet. We're fishing.

Your umbrella, little Gibus.

Quickly.

Give me the worms.

- Is that enough?

- Yeah.

Look, I can see myself.

Do the fish see the real me...

- or do they see me like this?

- Why do you care?

Because, if they see me like this,

it must scare them to death.

- The Velrans!

- Show yourselves!

Creeps, losers, pigs.

Here I am.

You don't need to scream, fartface.

- Fartface yourself.

- Come on, get over here.

We don't need to get closer,

you smell rotten from here.

- Your sister is--

- My sister pees on your head.

Something wrong with that?

Your parents

can't pay their mortgage!

Mortgage yourself!

Are you gonna

come fight us or what?

Do you think you're gonna get us?

Wait 'til we get to you tomorrow,

you creeps from Velrans.

You'll get your butt kicked

by the soft balls from Longeverne.

Take shelter

behind the umbrella, everyone!

- The bastards.

- That's not fair.

Let's go! It's Mr. Schaefer!

He's blind as a bat!

- Camus, grab the oars.

- Hide, little Gibus.

And you, Boulon, move it!

Got it!

So did you figure out

how much a pound of apples costs?

Yeah, it's 150,000 francs...

point 3333 and some change.

So are we at war?

- Why is he going to our bathroom?

- Why doesn't he use his own?

"General Mobilization

To hell with the Velrans!"

To hell with the Velrans!

Are you crazy or what?

- To hell with the Velrans!

- Did anybody see my glasses?

Wait. Let's hide here

and take some prisoners.

Degalle! Migue The Moon!

Get Lebraque!

Ready, guys? I got one.

Hurrah, we got Migue The Moon!

- You're dead meat.

- You're trapped like a rat.

Let's lynch him.

Is it true that

you torture prisoners?

You haven't seen anything yet.

Give me your knife, Camus.

What are you gonna do to me?

Move back, so that everybody sees.

- What should we cut off?

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