Die wilden Kerle 3 Page #3

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You'll do it yourself,

Mr. Leader.

With luck, you'll need four days.

That's too late!

Then ask the others.

Maybe they'll help you.

Forget it! - I rather play in

my underpants! - Or my sailor's suit.

We need new uniforms.

I won't do it! No!

It is all...

...our own fault, I know.

- We have to go 180 km in three days.

Fabi challenged us.

- And if you won't help us...

...then he's already beaten us...

with a girls team, Hadji.

You don't want that, do you?

Oh, oh... By Sir Ali Baba's

snaky moustache! We can't have that.

We'd never survive that!

First problem:
You'll starve.

SPECIAL RATIONS:

Hypersoluble drink powder!

Instant sausages!

And my newest invention:

Fish stick sandwiches with ketchup,

straight out of the tube! Here.

That's crazy.

- Totally crazy.

Darn it, Juli! That's

a chewing-gum net cannon!

And this?

What is it?

- A leech catapult.

This is for you. Look!

It shows every single secret path

and hideout that there is!

Right!

That's the thing that finds them.

The world's first automatic secret

hiding-place finder and navigator!

Here, have a look! You can find Yeti

or anything you want.

Where is...

Juli...

the...

dirtiest?

Hey, wait a second!

- What did I tell you?

No one will find you,

not even your father, Maxi!

Or your mother, the witch!

The Witch of Bogenhausen!

Hey, Nerv, like those pants?

Isn't it Aladdin-tastic

terrific?

- Maybe I will wear my sailor's suit.

Are you insulting me?

You're with Hadji bin Hadji!

It'll be the wildest uniform ever.

You look just as bad.

Vanessa! - Crap!

Why do we need him? Let's make Hadji

our new leader, or Nerv.

Could you at least

turn off your lights?

Here.

It's time for you

to be who you once were.

Wherever you are,

Whatever you do...

By the flying carpet!

... I know you can hear me.

Wherever you are...

What are you waiting for?

Wherever you are,

I know you can hear me...

All is well and good!

- As long as you're wild!

Send the Beastly Beasts

straight to the moon!

And then to hell!

- They'll never come out again!

Never!

I swear my legs on it!

... forever wild, forever cool,

Forever full of that anger.

Always be wild, always be good,

Whatever you do!

Forever wild, forever cool,

Forever far from your anger.

Always be wild, always be good...

Hey, Nerv...

What's a gunslinger do when he loses?

What? He's dead.

Terror-touristic coffin-lid nail!

What are we waiting for?

Did you read this?

"Dear parents, how do you think

we'll grow up the quickest?

By obeying and staying at home

or by racing our bikes around

and beating the Beastly Beasts?

All is well and good, as long

as you're wild."

'Rich.' Everything is fine

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