Die wilden Kerle 3

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THE WILD SOCCER BUNCH 3

PLAY SOCCER 12 HOURS A DAY!

DO NOT REUSE DIRTY CLOTHING.

CLEAN UNDERWEAR EVERY DAY.

Hey, Nerv! Wake up!

It's me, your mirror image.

It's the wildest day of your life.

You sure?

Yes! I swear my legs on it!

That is... - If I finally manage...

the flying sideways volley!

...Right in the corner!

Wait!

Which corner?

This corner!

Darn it!

If you hit it... - I'll be

the wildest guy in the whole world.

Nerv!

Moth-filled old nightmare closet!

Ten more days.

10 plus 10, that makes...

Makes... Makes... 20.

Grounded for 20 days!

And the Wild Bunch, Nerv...

you can forget about them!

No, Mom, you're mistaken.

It was a perfect shot into the corner!

And the summer belongs

to the wildest of them all.

Holy pigs and cows!

Darn it!

What happened here?

"Little boys go down

at the Devil's Gulch!"

"Bed wetters!"

"Rustic Monsters

challenge the Wild Bunch?"

"The big boys want an answer."

"Are you chicken? ...Thunder Demon."

Outrageous!

Is this what's left of the Wild Bunch?

You lost to the national team,

25 to 1.

I'm so sorry, Leon.

Come on, Leon!

I know you're here.

I smell you and your fear.

Hey! Is it really you?

What do you want from me?

- Us? Oh... we want this!

Take a look.

Recognize them?

We beat everyone.

We sent 'em to the moon.

- You're the only ones left.

Only you, Leon.

Fabi?

But you can sign this instead.

"I declare the Beastly Beasts

the wildest team in the world."

Get on with it.

It's easy. Then it'll be over.

You won't have to hide anymore.

Stop!

Don't touch it! We're not hiding!

Not as long as I,

Nerv,

son of the witch of Bogenhausen,

command the flying

sideways volley into the corner!

Tell your beasts that.

And tell them

we won't send them to the moon.

We'll send them straight to hell!

I swear it...

...by your legs, right?

You got it.

- And we'll grill them for dinner.

In four days, our place,

the adder's cave.

Looking forward to it.

Me, too! You hear me?

I'm thrilled, too!

By star-sparkling dragon slime!

Leon!

Leon!

What are you doing? We've got a game!

We? I don't even know you.

But I know you. You're

the slalom-dribbler. The wildest

guy I know!

- Look how wild I am.

Exactly. We'll get the others

and the game is on. It's that simple.

They're your friends. - Oh, yeah?

Fabi used to be my best friend, too.

Ha! He's a traitor. He quit.

- Just like me.

I ran away.

The national team was up 7 to 1.

I never came back again.

I've never been so ashamed.

And y'know? I'd do anything

to keep it from happening again.

So why were you here?

Leon! Hey! Are you such a coward?

If you chicken out now,

the Wild Bunch is gone for good!

Right. Like we never even existed.

It was kids' stuff, Nerv!

We were a joke!

"Open your ears,

I'm telling you one last time!

Forget the Wild Bunch,

that was kids' stuff!

Wake up from your dream,

take your diapers off!

Grow up,

or you're out for good! Over."

Okay, whatever, Leon.

I'll do it without you.

Well.

Now it's just the two of us.

Me, the hard-nosed banker,

and you,

the even harder-nosed junior boss.

It feels like... like...

Christmas.

Yes, like a kiddy club Christmas.

Yes.

Oh!

Something important is missing,

the most important thing of all.

Now it's time! Now it's time!

Now it's time!

Your dad's right!

Now it's time! Maxi, Fabi wants

to beat us with a girls team!

If you stay here,

he will have won forever!

Maxi, it's like Billy the Kid.

Everyone hunts the best gunslinger.

But if he runs away,

he's no gunslinger anymore.

And what's even worse...

...It's like he never was one.

Bingo! Let's get outta here!

- All is well and good...

Yes, as long as...

...you're rich.

Sorry. Do I know that midget?

No. But I'll introduce myself.

I'm called Nerv. And this is a

flying sideways volley in the corner.

With this shot

I'll save the Wild Bunch.

Watch this!

Damp old smelly oatmeal socks!

- Run!

Run for your life!

I'll hunt you to the moon

and back and straight to hell!

And you'll never get out! Never!

Triple-oiled toenail fungus!

Maxi,

he's being serious.

- You can bet your life he is.

Let's free Juli und Joschka now!

Forget it.

Three weeks of weeding is enough.

I only baked Joschka's teacher

some cookies! - But with castor oil!

He was on the john for two days!

And we were sent to the greenhouse.

So I don't want to hear

anything about beasts or gunslingers.

Okay, there's no other way.

You have to show them...

The flying sideways turbo volley?

In the corner.

Darn it!

But in which corner, Maxi?

Doesn't matter. It's a greenhouse.

- Hey, wait a second!

All is well and good...

...as long as you're wild.

No!

Maxi, I'm gonna kill you!

Whatever. But let's run

or she'll kill you first.

I hate flowers.

- Terror-touristic hyper-disaster!

Holy Brussels sprouts!

Another one!

Does this remind you of the old days?

- Shut up.

Hey, you shut up.

You're getting on my nerves. - I know.

That's my fate.

- Darn.

Did he convince you...

- Like you?

I must be crazy.

- I'd say you are.

So we're good to go.

Who's going to go to whom?

If we're going to

beat the Beastly Beasts in 4 days,

we have to hurry. Here.

We'll really have to hurry.

Fabi lives over 150 km away.

183, if you really want to know.

I must be crazy.

Let's go! Rubber in the air...

Step on it! I love that smell...

Gasoline is all I love, the engine

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