Little Nicholas Page #3

No. "Your..."

"Terrific gift"?

-No, "your marvelous gift".

He's right,

"terrific" is more natural.

Can we write this letter in peace?

"Your lovely gift", period.

New paragraph.

"My respects..." No.

"Respectfully yours..."

Hang on...

"Respectfully yours"

or "My sincere respects"?

Put:
"My sincere respects".

Then you sign it.

Nicholas, please.

Nicholas...

Stop it with that god-awful toy!

I'll never get that promotion.

What if we invited

the Moucheboumes for dinner?

Maybe your boss

would see you differently.

"One day, he even took the trash out

without moaning.

"That's unusual..."

Honey, I'll get it.

-Thank you, darling.

That's sweet of you.

Which cups should I take?

-Don't worry, I'll get them.

No, I insist.

You'll never find them, love,

I'll do it.

I'm going to have a brother!

-When?

I don't know.

But it's just like Joachim said.

Where is Joachim anyhow?

Children!

Stand in line and follow me.

Today you're going to have

a medical examination.

Miss! Joachim isn't here.

Yes, I know.

Come on now, follow me.

No talking!

What happened to Joachim?

It must be his little brother.

Maybe his parents abandoned him

in the woods like Tom Thumb.

Does it hurt?

You better believe it.

They had to strap us down.

I don't want to go!

I want my mommy!

Agnan, what's wrong with you?

Calm down.

I won't see the doctor!

If you see go the doctor

like a good boy,

I'll test you in math.

On fractions?

Yes.

-O k.

Ok, children. Let's go.

I'll show you some images.

And you'll tell me what you see.

Are you ready?

What do you see?

My father's car.

My father's boat.

My father's airplane.

Cough.

Very good.

Cough.

All right.

Cough...

I'm listening.

I don't know. I didn't study.

Just tell me

what runs through your head.

Should I say a date?

A date? You see a date?

I don't know.

"A date."

And here?

It's not me.

It's not you...

Ok.

And this?

What's wrong?

It's not fair. It's not me

who made all those spots.

Next.

Take your glasses off.

Take them off, I said.

Is this related to your father too?

No. It's my mother's coat.

Which my father bought.

Next.

Without the sandwich,

it'll tip the scales.

It's a little boy,

who finds a seed and plants it.

And the seed grows

into a little baby that starts to grow

and grow and grow...

Until it's a big giant

who catches the little boy

and eats him alive.

I simply walked up to him and said,

"Why don't you and your wife

come for dinner one night?"

What did he say?

-"Excellent idea."

"I'll tell my wife."

-I'm so happy!

Tell me, what type of woman

is Mrs. Moucheboume?

No idea. I never met her.

I mean,

is she the sophisticated type or...

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