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for it tomorrow.

Then you can do mine next.

Sing me another song.

I like your songs.

There was a king

who remained faithful

to his beloved

and left her a golden goblet...

- Do you know about witches?

- Not really.

They fly on broomsticks.

Do they wear Japanese kimonos?

You know all about costumes.

There's Grandma...

...and Jacquot!

Four for Cinderella.

Coming, my little ones,

my elephants...

Coupons?

150 francs. Fine.

In Germany

they've requisitioned cars.

My husband wrote to hide ours.

I can't decide.

- Where is he?

- The Maginot Line.

Mine's busy making shells.

But he does get home every night.

What is it?

My guests haven't come.

Patience.

Go look.

Hang on, I've had an idea.

Ready, children and elephants?

Off we go. Open the curtains.

And here is Cinderella.

I'm so unhappy...

My wicked sisters

have gone to the ball

and I'm cleaning up the cinders.

Poor girl.

Here I am.

I am the Fairy.

The Lilac Fairy.

Want to go to the ball?

Just watch.

Don't forget to leave

at midnight.

First, I'll change your dress.

Here comes the stardust.

That's not stars, it's sand.

You're lice-ridden!

Look at the state of you!

Bend over the newspaper.

You know those Marchis kids

are full of lice.

They clapped, Mama,

and Ren and I bowed.

They're everywhere.

Let me see.

You can't. They're too small.

I'll put some lotion on later.

- I've only got 1 left.

- I won these.

- You stole them.

- Don't argue.

Mind your own business, Demy.

- Give them back.

- No, I won them. You're the cheat.

Don't argue.

We'd better go, or we'll be late.

See you later.

Look, Demy, a new poster!

"Silence.

Enemy ears are listening."

Are there enemies everywhere?

It's no joke...

Grandma and Mama read a book

called Mr Spy and His Daughter.

The spies were disguised as nuns.

You had to check

their shoes.

Hurry up, you lot!

Don't dawdle, Demy!

- This OK?

- Fine.

Mask on.

If there's a real alert,

I want no dawdling and no fuss.

Nuns!

Let's go check!

Come with me to the toilet.

Can't you go on your own?

I'm frightened.

I'm going to explore the cave...

There's a glow in the distance...

Jacquot, come back!

It's as dark as Hell in there.

What's Hell?

I want to go to the fair.

It's for soldiers on leave.

Let's go to the Guignol.

We'll take a quick look first.

Hitler's head for 5 francs!

- Now we go to the Guignol!

- Now?

You're good, Father dear,

but before I marry you,

I want the skin of that old donkey.

My banker donkey? Never!

I insist, Father dear.

I can't possibly refuse you.

I say there!

Kill my donkey

and bring me his skin.

They won't really kill it...

How dreadful!

It's disgusting.

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