Going Our Way Page #6

Here, girls, take it.

We expect an apology.

We apologize.

Not that kind of apology.

So long...

Excellent!

One more time!

Crazy chicks,

flashing their mirrors like that...

They could set us on fire. - Shall

we go down? - Some hero you are.

What if we held a dance?

- A dance?

With some games.

It would be our way

of apologizing

for having stolen their pot.

No!

- A bonfire, not a dance,

a real scout event

with a contest and a bonfire...

...to build friendship between

our camps... - No!

A competition comes first,

then the friendship.

I don't think it's a good idea

to challenge a sports camp

in sports, let's rather compete

in knowledge or intelligence...

I don't care about

intelligence, I want action!

Besides, they don't look

much like athletes,

just look at them. Let's race!

He doesn't care about a dance,

he already has a girlfriend.

That the scout team will loose.

No wonder,

the girls are

much, much better...

Boys are poor, girls are cool,

hey, hey hey!

They'll blow it,

they're not serious.

A real catastrophe

for the scouts...

They really look pathetic...

They have no rhythm.

They're letting them win.

The last meters of the race...

Well, look at them.

Move it, move it, boy!

Faster!

The girls are determined to win...

against such opponents...

Substitution! - What substitution?

- A flying one, like in hockey.

That's right, show them!

Right, left, right, left...

An expected and well deserved

victory for the girls!

Does it hurt?

- No!

Despite the intervention

of their leader!

Unbelievable, what a defeat

for the scouts!

And in a race that's primarily

a boy's domain!

Not any more,

the girls won fairly.

Because they were

much, much better!

Shame on you guys!

- Yeah,

if I fell like that...

- That's a shame,

you were swinging

like a bunch of old ladies!

Lt was tactics; we planned

to outrun them in the finish.

Some tactics! I told you

to use dry branches

but you just grabbed the first

rotten branch you could find.

It held my weight,

but you're too heavy.

Too much tripe stew. - I guess

they like washing dishes.

Well, they were better.

- No, they weren't!

You just had to interfere.

Of course I had to.

We were loosing.

It was just a game.

- Against girls.

You can't stand any fun.

Oh, really? Do you know what

they used to call me at school?

Joker! Because I was always

making jokes!

Your Jake knows about us.

- So what?

He can't expect of me to never

get laid again. - Hey!

You're a good cook.

You can sew.

These things really turn me on.

Adolescent.

If you like him, just wink

at him. - I'd rather die.

You know what boys are like.

You have to encourage them.

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