Nono, het Zigzag Kind (Nono, the Zigzag Kid)

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Whether you want to or not...

Everybody has a family.

Everybody has his roots.

Most people are a little

like their dad...

...and a little like their mum.

Kind of a mix.

I wouldn't know...

...because my mum died

when I was one.

I never knew her.

And my dad never talks about her.

All I have of my mother...

...is a picture.

And her name.

I do look like my dad though.

At least... I try to.

He is Inspector Feierberg,

the best inspector in the country.

Since I was three, he's been training me

to follow in his footsteps.

Look Nono:
'Identification Kit'.

He's taught me all the tricks

of the trade.

Around the wrist, with

just a little bit of force.

See? And they're on.

And I was a fast learner.

Look here, invisible ink...

Look...

When I grow up,

I'll be as good as he is.

Nono!

Nono!

I might not have a mum,

but of course there is Gaby.

Keep on eating.

I made a bit too much.

Officially, she'sjust Dad's

secretary.

But she more or less

lives with us.

She wears black, because

black is slimming.

Vertical stripes as well.

But what really makes

you look slim...

...is standing next to someone

fatter than you!

Gaby loves music.

Especially Lola Ciperola.

The singer with the red shawl.

Gaby?

Gaby?

But now even Gaby couldn't help me.

Because they sent me away.

To Uncle Shmuel?

If I can't knock some some sense

into you, he can give it a try.

Uncle Schmuel!

Author of the bestsellers...

...'Education and Discipline'

and 'Child's Play'.

I had been sent to him once before,

after that incident with the burglar.

Dad! I've got one!

- I forgot my keys, that's all.

- Tell that to the judge.

He looks like a bird of prey.

And he wears socks in his sandals!

You're a difficult boy, Nono.

Why do you keep

disappointing your father?

But let me start at the beginning.

It all started at my cousin

Micha's Bar Mitzvah.

When you're 13,

you become a Bar Mitzvah.

Then you're an adult, so to speak.

But I think my cousin Micha

has been an old man since birth.

So I didn't feel like going

to that party at all.

What kind of shoes is Gaby wearing?

- White shoes with an open toe!

- Yes!

And that man at the

gas station just now?

- Brown shoes with laces!

- Very good.

And me?

Don't look!

The black ones?

To outsmart criminals, you have to

learn to look like they do.

- Yes.

- What do you see?

There. Grandma Tjitska's

purse is open.

And there, an open window with a ladder,

a burglar could easily climb in.

And he could use that car to get away!

The keys are still in the ignition!

- Very good.

- Jacob!

Mother.

Ready for the most boring

afternoon of your life?

- No

- Neither am I.

And that's why I'm proud

and happy...

...to finally take my first steps

into the world of adulthood.

Because as a wiser man

than me once said:

'Life is understood backwards,

but has to be lived forwards. '

What kind of party is this?

Surely this can't be my family.

- I must be adopted or something.

- I'm just holding on because of that cake.

But you're right: This party needs a little

more zap, something spectacular.

So in fact it was Gaby's fault.

One shouldn't say that kind of thing to me.

That gives me ideas.

Surprise!

In my head things always

work out great.

But then, when I actually do it...

- Are you alright?

- I just wanted to do something nice.

Where is that little brat?

I've always said so!

Bad blood!

The curse of Zohara!

- That boy has the curse of Zohara!

- Calm down, mother.

But what did Grandma mean exactly?

About Zohara?

Jacob?

Jacob, he asks about it in the car!

How long will she keep

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