Welcome, or No Trespassing Page #4

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- Quiet!

- The worst is that tomorrow is Parents' Day!

- Whatever, they all just come to swim in the sea.

- And his grandma?

- Look out!

- Back to beds, you lot!

- You're right. Kostya's grandma will be here tomorrow.

- Where's my grandson? Is he putting on weight?

- But he's not here. Can you imagine what happens next?

- Hey, guys! We need to cancel the Parents' Day!

- Do what?

- Cancel it!

- Yeah, like you can cancel it.

- We can claim that, since it's "Parents' Day," only parents are allowed.

- Right.

- No, seriously!

Right now it's grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, and what have you!

Like they have no other place to go.

- Got it! I got it!

- What?

- An epidemic!

- What kind?

- Nettle!

- Pull.

- I've got the short one.

- Look out!

- I can hear someone breathing.

- Where?

- There's nobody there.

- I tell you, I can hear like an owl!

- Hey, Mitrofanova.

Such an important uncle, and you are making a Babylon of your hair!

You know what I'm saying?

- All right, Marat. Go on.

- Maybe it'll sting through the shirt?

- Off with it!

- And your pants, too.

- Oh, come on!

- What, you think epidemics leave tan lines? Rash all over, except the butt?

- Go on, then!

- Come on, guys, can't we do it all together?

- We can!

- Stings like mad!

- Come on, guys! For the win!

- Oh, man!

- Okay... Interesting.

- Pull!

- And again!

- Raise it up!

- Stretch it out!

- Stop. That's good. Tie it.

"Pioneer's greetings to parents, mentors and elder friends!"

- Guys, come here!

- Mirror is gone, magazine is gone. We're dead!

- If Mitrofanova was back, then she saw everything!

- Enough moaning, let's go.

- Here will be parents and guests.

- Can they sit on the grass? It's better in the shade.

- I'll think about it.

- Where do I put this?

- Not now.

- Crocodile.

- I can see that.

- Here we'll hold the games.

- Like sack racing?

- That's right. From that spittoon to this lamp post. You're in charge.

- How about we come up with something new?

It's always the same: throwing balls, tossing rings, bobbing for apples...

Something new, you know. I'm sure we can manage!

- I'll think about it.

- Where do I put this?

- Not now!

- All right, so. Here we throw the balls.

Here we toss the rings.

And here... we bob for apples.

"For working life you must prepare:

study, build, invent and share!"

"Infection ward"

- What are you guys doing here?

- Come on, shoo, get lost!

- All right, all right!

- All right, time is tight. Let's begin. You there. Read.

- Why me?

- Because I said so.

- "How to hold a costume parade."

- Get to the point.

- The director... advances...

- Advances what?

- Can't see, it's faded.

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