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Early in the morning at twelve I wake up from my coma.

The question immediately arises, As to what I'll drink next.

Absolute emptiness, my hands are shaking.

Because all stocks are completely exhausted, and me too.

He also. Me too.

He also.

Because I'll get the toads out of pocket,

Head to the kiosk with a compass, and grab a new bottle.

And then I empty it out,

Out, And then I empty it out,

Out,

The substance is stuck inside the bottle.

Radio,

7:30 a.m. People, bundle up!

An unexpected cold snap brings ice and snow chill in Northern Germany.

Werner! Why is the radio ringing in the middle of the night?

Because I have to go to work.

Same shit every morning! Hauling briquettes,

straightening rusty nails. Getting beer!

I thought you were doing gas, water, shit.

More shit than gas and water. You don't know my boss well.

Today he's sending me out cold to snow-drift, ice-cold.

Did I mention ice? - Yes, you did.

Ice? - You mean...

Ice sledding! Exactly! That's quite an idea, right!

What about gasoline, oil, and the battery? Do you still have enough power?

I can manage that by myself. You have to go to work now.

Can't you see? I have a runny nose. I can't go to work with that.

I must go to the doctor's. - Oh come on, a doctor! Forget it.

It would be better to make an eggnog. - Got it!

Farmer Horst!

Farmer Horst! He is not listening. Farmer Horst!

Hey! What is it? What do you need?

Can I have the eggnog? We want to go to the ice with an ice sled!

What? - We need the eggnog!

What do you need? Leggnog? Well, whatever you need. With me everyone can have

whatever they want.

All clear, Horst!

Strong piece, huh, Whalebone? The guys from the support association,

"Small Town without Traffic Wardens" will be amazed!

I'm going to test drive the Bentley quickly. Oh yeah: And reserve a table

with 4 bucket seats, for Maass and his mechanics.

Yes, boss.

Good heavens, Whalebone, this machine has character!

Come on! Try again! - It's not working.

Yes, it is! - No, it's not!

Oh man! It's working! - Oh my god,

I can't believe it's working! Get out of there!

Whether it's warm or frosty

Whether we're riding sleds or bowls

Even if the boat is rusty

In any case, the water is warming up

We don't go with computers into the digital valley

Sunny plastic bowl leaves us really cold

Get rid of it, High Tech,

It must boil in the ears

It must press on the face

It must scratch under the skull

As if the brain is bursting apart

It must boil in the ears

It must press on the face

It must scratch under the skull

Otherwise, otherwise, it won't emerge

Yes, the substance runs through the pipes

And the slingshot becomes a monster

The carburetor begs for mercy

And the highway starts to glow

Then two figures are waving around with a traffic paddle

But we're heating past it

The paddle gets a dent And the law enforcers are out of heat

Let some air out, you inflated dwarf.

Without cash, nothing works here anymore. Except maybe my car door.

Don't make a fuss, buddy! Finally, deal with the mess, or there will be trouble!

Get yourself some snow chains on, or what?

Pull over now! Helmut! Call backup immediately!

Our regards to Allah... - Look at that car over there.

That's Nobel Schröder! - What's he doing here?

He's taking his machine for a walk. - Nice!

He needs some fresh country air.

Half past 7 already! Where's the kid? How many times have I said:

If there's snow trouble, he should be here half an hour earlier!

The lad keeps getting later day by day! No, no!

Oh! Ouch, ouch!

Morning, Mr. Röhrich! No pipes laid yet today?

And place my cones for me. So my car is in the entrance.

You know: Pole Position. The reporter from "Auto, Motor, Sport"

serves you... whoops!

Come here, darn thing!

Whalebone! Please report!

Morning!

So, that guy, Nobel Schröder... If I... He belongs in Flensburg.

I mean, he belongs in the registry. The points, there,

where you fully get your driving license. That way, he could lose it, then.

Hey! Buddy! What's up? Are you practicing for a transport, or what?

Well, then, so... I have to... I mean...

Goodbye! - Give me a hand here!

What do you mean, "the pig is out"? Order half a pig

from the wholesale market! - It's Sunday afternoon!

Too bad. Where can I get a pig now?

Man! Are you planning to shave with that? Give me the runners!

This takes some time. It's a science in itself!

Not everyone can handle it. - Old Röhrich, huh?

Hey, does it have to be that loud, the car?

Man! Hey, is he nuts? - Oops, it's so smooth.

Can't you greet properly? - Do it properly, Dieter!

As it should be. Well, please, it's not that hard.

He's ruining all the ice with his big head.

You could have told me something too! - Don't start shouting at me!

Kids, what nonsense have you put together?

A pickled cucumber, you idiot! - How touching. And what about the heater?

That can't possibly work!

This thing's going great! - Yeah, man, it's a blast, right?

Crap! We can't outsmart him anymore!

He's getting closer! Step on it! - I'm doing it!

But the engine's giving out!

Damn deed!

Where are the...

Where are they? There they are!

Now we are cooking with gas!

There he comes again!

Ah, crap. - That's it then.

Well, boys? Seems like your milkshake got too hot.

Anyone who messes with me has to come up with something more clever,

you morons. - We'll sort you and your raging jalopy.

Let's get it done! - Stop it, it's pointless.

You won't be able to turn it on again. - Shut up, you idiot!

I'll bet my reverse gear against your hog. That's my

main course. Here, take my card.

When and where?

Alright, let's hit the road again. C'mon doll? Get in.

I'll drive you to the closest dry cleaner.

That guy's gonna get an earful. - I'm telling you.

Now don't go moping around. I've got a little tune for you,

it's funny. I'll play it now. - No, not now.

Forget it, Horst. - Not then. Let me pour you one first.

So you warm up again. And not just a little, that gives strength!

Now pull yourself together, there are worse things.

Alright, here's to you! - Cheers, Horst.

Cheers. - I can't help you with that either.

Me? No, no! I don't always have something on my mind either!

Tomorrow the world might look completely different.

What? What? What?

There'd be something there. Man, kids, there'd be something there.

Would it be there? No, it wouldn't be there.

Where would it be then? Would it be there? No, it wouldn't be there either.

What a mess, where would it be then?

Where would what be? - What does he mean?

Quit your jabbering!

That was back then! Back then! In the war!

Now I know, now I know where it would be.

Horst, what's wrong with you? - What? Oh! Now it's gone again!

Man! Where was I? In the war! In the war!

Yeah, that's it! That's so... - What's so?

Tell me! - I remember it vividly,

as if it were today! There was suddenly a big black cloud in the sky...

And then it poured down.

Where? Where was that? - In the woods!

At Krackmoor, he crashed in there. -Ah!

Where was he going? Something like that.

Nothing but a crash in his head.

All right! Hold tight! Yeah!

Yes! Oh yes! Yes! He's coming! He's coming!

My dear Olli!

Watch out, man! - What do you think I'm doing here?

Pull!

Oh man, what a contraption! - Yeah. Awesome, dude!

Darn! It's stuck. We need to check here.

See what's written here.

Is that English? -American, man.

Use 150 octane fuel only.

That roughly translates to "absolutely high-compression"!

Man! 150 octane, that kind of fuel isn't available here!

Check this out! 1,500 HP.

HP? - Yes, Horse Power.

Oh! 1,500 horses! We can really show Schröder what's right!

Give him a good run for his money! - Yeah, right in the middle!

Let's give it our all, to get this baby running.

Turning screws, turning knobs With oil-smudged hands

Standing in the workshop If you want to go for the trophies

Then you've got to start by Turning the screws just right

I'm Master Quick And I'll tweak what doesn't fit.

I'm Professor Cheerful And I'll grease what doesn't glide.

Turning screws, turning knobs With oil-smudged hands

Standing in the workshop If you want to go for the trophies

Then you've got to start by Turning the screws just right.

Turning screws, turning knobs With oil-smudged hands

Standing in the workshop If you want to go for the trophies

Then you've got to start by Turning the screws just right.

Turning screws, turning knobs

I think I need to Hit the hay for now.

Andi, what's wrong with you? Don't fall asleep!

I thought we wanted to finish this. Here, here.

I think I dozed off. - What? You idiot!

You're not supposed to pour that into the figure! That's for something else!

Look here, this is how it's done. - Oh, really? That's good.

Someone's got to put this stuff back together.

Turning screws, turning knobs With oil-smudged hands

Standing in the workshop If you want to go for the trophies

Then you have to turn The screws right first

Ratchet, bones, clamp, Nipples, rivets, nuts

We twist our fingers sore And babble nonsense along

Turning screws, turning knobs

Turning screws, turning knobs

Turning screws, turning knobs

Turning screws, turning knobs

One and four... wait a moment... those are...

Well, this early?

Plumbing, HVAC, and Pool Technology Röhrich.

I've got your estimate here. You can toss it in the bin, man.

Hello? Is this Mr. Günzelsen? - I'm going to hire some cheaper workers!

They're cheaper! They'll have the pipes up in 3 days!

Now listen, my estimate... - You've been dilly-dallying for 14 days already.

Should I buy you Christmas baubles? - Mr. Günzelsen.

Calm down first! I know all too well about the work of those amateurs!

Usually amateurish and... - Stop beating around the bush, Röhrich!

If you want the contract, you have to lower the price!

Listen, Mr. Günzelsen. My estimate is based on quality!

My guys are professionals! We're part of the guild!

I've already calculated down to zero! - Stick your estimate

in your hair! I'm not made of money! - Well, that's just how it is:

Everything costs money! Should I cut corners? The small materials are all out of pocket.

Not even the pipe cleaners are included. It's so cheap,

that you won't find it cheaper

anywhere else...

This is a clean offer! Just say it yourself, Mr. Cheapest!

Hello? Hello! Mr. Günzelsen.

Are you listening?

Oh! You hung up!

No, no! I'm ruined!

Should I ultimately let my family starve?

Or do I have to sell my pencil collection?

How would Dad have handled such a situation?

Here, come on! Sign here! - Dad always used to

butter up his customers with booze! Bring on the cash!

I'll sign anything! - That's what I'll do too!

What's this! It won't.

Try again.

Why isn't it working?

I'm telling you, it's the fuel. We should drown Shorty in it.

Did I not say that wouldn't work? It clearly says on the engine:

only 150 octane, you idiot! - What's wrong with you?

Are you still pondering over it, or what?

You see, we're done. - What do you need that frame for?

That's been over for a while now, it's already summer!

What? No more ice? - I don't have a clue what you're on about!

Summer? - I don't believe it!

Damn! This can't be happening! - Everything's melted.

Well, that's it then. Kick it to the curb, the crap, damn it!

Hey! Are you out of your mind? - I'm done with this.

Just get lost! Go back to your crappy boss and drag your crap, you sack-face!

Yeah, that's what I'll do!

Hey, Werner! The old man has a plan. He says you should come.

He says you're faking it. - Not today, Eckat, not today!

I need to recover from my little act first.

Well? I've given some more thought to my song, wanna hear it?

One, two... - Get lost! Leave me alone.

Dammit!

Is that part of the old man's brilliant plan? - He's got a screw loose, that's for sure.

Remember when he was standing in the yard and yelling for his wife?

Margret! - Yes, my dear?

Give the apprentice 44 pfennigs. He should go to the bakery.

4 pieces of yeast extract.

One costs... let me see... toot, toot... 11 pfennigs.

Here! But first, he should hang up the laundry!

Hang up laundry? Margret, what are you thinking? The boy's here to learn!

Yes, to go to the baker! Fetch yeast extract. Very educational.

Every time I need something... the apprentice is too good for it.

Ouch, master! - Why is the apprentice playing amateur theatrics?

That's too much for my money. - I was just washing bottles.

Nonsense! I heard you perfectly well, mocking my family!

Must you always cause chaos? Can't you approach your work

with some sense and diligence? - What work?

There's none! - I'll give you something to do!

Eckat! Replicate this furnace grate! - Oh, Boss!

I could just take a new one. - No, that'll cost me twice as much.

Take 3 from the scrap pile. - Sure thing, boss, if you say so.

And Werner! Take a container,

go into the garden, pick blackberries. - Pick blackberries?

Ridiculous task, master. - Complaining, are you? Get to work!

Pick them one by one! And don't you dare eat any!

Yes, master.

Well, Werner? Are you done?

Yeah, master, all done.

Here you go, boss. - Oh, Eckat! That's lovely!

This can't go on like this, boss. Buying yeast, washing bottles.

Replicating oven grates, picking blackberries.

I'm slowly losing faith in your sanity, boss.

What do you mean? I have a party! Hey, guys, can you stop for a moment?

Sure thing, boss. - I've invited Günzelsen and his wife

Hüpenbeckers to a party. I plan to get Mr. Günzelsen drunk...

to seal a deal. And to land such a contract.

Oh, come on! -Yes, yes! You're invited too.

You can stay longer tonight. But don't record any overtime!

I have to go... - No way! The company comes first!

You'll help me with distilling schnapps! - Distilling schnapps? Seriously, boss?

Shh! It's not legalized yet! Don't say anything at vocational school,

got it?

Margret! Why are you raising your voice? - Take this stuff away immediately!

And finally change your clothes! Here, I have Dad's suit here.

The apprentice should also change. Heiner's confirmation suit.

I won't wear that! -No, Werner, you can't

sit with us at the table like this. The Günzelsens are important people.

Think of the company and the contract! - I ironed it especially for you!

Alright, boss.

What's going on? - That's what I wanted to ask you.

It seemed to me that Messrs. Wernersen got a bit too cocky not too long ago,

they might have spoken a bit too boldly. There was a cry for revenge!

I'd be fine with it today. Or did you scrap your fan?

On the contrary! We'll beat you up, it's crystal clear!

Just a little longer. - Well, anytime.

But bring your pig along. -No way, you can

chuck that out the window. - Oh, that's how it is, gentlemen...

Werner! You put the blackberries in here!

But uh! - Why are you saying "but uh"?

This is fruit soup! Give me the bucket! All the aroma is escaping!

Werner! Now you make a proper fire underneath the brewing kettle!

Eckat! Turn on the oxygen tank.

So the furnace gives a good blaze. Margret! What are you dilly-dallying for?

Do you have the good cigars on the table and the silverware? Hurry up!

The guests are scheduled for 5 o'clock! - Oh, chief!

Isn't that a bit too much? - Are you going to argue with me?

Distilling schnapps is an art form! You can't make any mistakes!

The temperature must be precisely controlled here in the steam pipe.

Otherwise methyl can form. And as you surely know,

methyl makes you blind. But don't worry, fellas,

Daddy has installed a self-developed methyl evaporator here.

For the purpose of a bimetal spring, the methyl is directed into the bucket here,

and can also be used as a brush cleaner.

Boss! The thermometer is at 80°! - I'd rather turn off the oxygen!

No, leave it on! Time is pressing! - Boss?

There's already quite a bit coming out! - The tap is already dripping! Eckat,

put the container underneath! - How far are you?

The Hüpenbeckers are already here. Oh, Werner!

You look quite handsome! Your hair is a bit messy.

Let me part it for you. There you go, looking good.

I have to go back out. Hurry up, my dear!

And don't drink everything!

Werner, you look amazing! Like a completely different person!

You're like a real gigolo!

A completely different person.

Well, then!

But it smells good!

Like a completely different person.

Not bad, Chlef. - Here, Werner, have some too.

But don't tell anything at vocational school!

To Daddy! - To Daddy!

Hell of a brew! Bravo!

Just like Daddy used to make. Would you like another?

Another cup, Mrs. Hüpenbecker? - Thank you, gladly, Mrs. Röhrich.

Your service is just delightful! - Isn't it? From my great-grandmother.

Another piece of cake? - Uh... what?

Cheers!

Down with this crap!

Fantastic, boss! The berries brew well!

Shouldn't we rather turn off the oxygen, boss?

The boiler is already boiling. - Doesn't matter, it's solid.

Boss! Here comes the methyl!

You could put that in your moped. You'd shoot off swift as lightning!

That was one of Daddy's jokes.

We'll soften up the Günzelsens!

Cheers, guys!

Hello, Mrs. Röhrich! - Mr. Günzelsen! You're already here?

Here! A little gift of appreciation!

That wasn't necessary. And your wife! Looks younger every day!

So do you! Where were you on vacation? You look so pale!

Well, you're always here where something's free!

What do you mean? - Hey, doll? What's up?

Still lively, huh? - Such impertinence!

Having a little coffee party here, huh? Nothing to eat on the table?

Please, take a seat. The apprentice is preparing the grill.

Grilling? Oh, how lovely! - Some coffee?

Bring it on! - Take it easy!

Your husband, Mrs. Hübbelzwecke. Does he always speak so little?

Say something too!

Where's Röhrich? I thought we were here to celebrate!

My husband will be here soon. He has a little surprise for you.

Keeping it low-key, that's how he rolls!

Sweetheart, are you ready? - Quick and ready!

That I'm so quick... doesn't matter.

Oh! Ouch! - Ouch!

The roof tile is melting! Margret! Take care of the guests!

Distilling schnapps is men's work! Werner, don't interfere. Eckat!

The chimney is glowing! Turn off the oxygen!

It won't work! - Why?

Hot tar dripped on it! - Don't be such wimps,

you're not made of cotton wool! Ow!

My hand! Quick! The bucket!

Are you crazy? That's the methyl! Get rid of it!

Here!

In here, chief. - Werner! Do something!

Otherwise, it will be a disaster! Werner!

Werner, get the tongs! - Yes, yes, yes!

Here, master.

Uh... cigar, gentlemen? - With pleasure, gracious lady.

They're from my husband's father, extra large and thick, you know?

My thickest cigar was back in King Tonga's day! 30 caliber!

40 cm long! - Now you're exaggerating a bit...

Everyone out! Take cover or whatever it's called!

Günni! Günni!

You're really exaggerating now, Mr. Günzelsen.

Werner! The kettle!

Walter!

Oh! You're really going at it! - What are you doing there?

Now I'll punch you in the face!

I didn't mean to break anything. - Eckat! Werner!

Where are you? I can't see anything.

I'm methylated.

What's that? A recipe for methyl!

Mr. Günzelsen! Are you already here too?

Oh? You're not smoking at all. Would you like a schnapps?

Let me light it for you.

Speed demon!

You can put that in your moped. You'll fly off swift as lightning!

Mr. Günzelsen! That's not very polite!

I wanted to talk to you about the methylization.

I had imagined the party differently. I wanted to

drink with you.

Well! That ship has sailed.

This car is guaranteed to be as good as new. The previous owner didn't even

drive it. Garage-maintained, virtually stationary model.

Hey!

What was that?

Do you smell what I smell? - It wasn't me!

The scent is really out of this world! - It smells like it does on TV.

Like with Formula 1 cars. - Yeah, man. That's what we need.

Without the proper fuel, we can close up shop.

How much do we have left? - With the three barrels of used oil,

you dumped into the gas, I reckon we're good for a week.

That calls for a liver cleanse first. - I'm tired of your antics.

Give it here, it's getting on my nerves. Hey, there's the one with the big car.

With the big tank. - I'll handle him.

Oh. How thoughtful. - Well, sir?

What can I do for you? Fill up? - Certainly, my good man.

Make it empty. - What do you mean, empty?

What do you mean, empty? - What do you think? Drain the gas station, fill up the car.

Drain the gas station, fill up! Be careful! - Wake me up when he's done.

Sure thing, boss. I'll let you know.

It even has the original protective coating. Here, see?

Comes off easily.

It's starting off well today.

The fancy guy has already clocked 300 liters!

Then another 1,500 for the sausage stand. We're doing well today.

The tank's full. I'll just collect from the big shot.

That makes... That's... - No way! I'm not paying today.

Your goons messed up my car last time.

I had to get it cleaned. So, we're driving off.

Hand over the cash!

Hey, sweetheart? All alone without a car? Can I

offer you my sweet ride?

Give back the money. The deal was perfect. I saw it all!

Hey, Andi!

Andi? Hey, you. Look here.

I've got a recipe here. Man! Formula! Fuel!

Methyl oil! Goes swift as lightning! THE juice for our engine!

That'll make it run for sure! - Yeah, with you off to the loony bin.

Listen to me. Günzelsen is gone! Just vanished!

You should have seen it! - You should see yourself.

What happened to you? Who wrapped you up like that?

Doesn't matter. We distilled. Everything went up in flames!

The old man demolished his whole company! Everything went up in flames! And me?

I've got the formula! Here!

Let me see it!

What? Oh!

With that, we'll get him going. - In summer? Are you crazy?

Oh, crap! I forgot about that! - And I'm stupid, huh?

You know, Andi, I know what we'll do. We'll take those...

those black pieces. What are they called? The square ones, no, round ones,

with air in them. The ones you drive with. - Do you mean wheels?

No... Wheels! Yes, exactly! Wheels! - Wheels!

Oh no!

Hold on. Move a bit further to the left.

Now, align it upwards...

No, no! It's been like this for 8 weeks now.

I'd love to sing for you, but no, not today.

Almost done with the box. Take care of the fuel.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Huh?

Huh? No, Borsti, that's not how it goes.

You're not an electrical outlet. You're a pig.

Hello! I was on my way to the wholesale market. And I thought:

I should stop by and see what the 2nd league is up to.

Oops! What's this absurdity?

That's our car... Methylator. No! No!

What? A fan? Now I'm really confused.

How do you plan to get moving? - We're already at 300,

before you've even turned the ignition key! - Very funny!

As I see it, you're never going to get that greenhouse running anyway.

It's impossible. - Tonight at 12, we'll be flying by

at CORDON BLEU. - No, you won't!

Yes, we will! - If you show up tonight

with the rasp, you can dine at my place for free for a month!

First-rate! - And what about beer?

As much as you want. But if you can't do it, I get the pig!

Why specifically Borsti? - Because I thought:

The gentleman will get cold feet, and then, ciao, scaredy-cat.

Cold feet? Not a chance! Agreed! Shake on it!

You can't possibly win this. - We'll see! Then you'll be roasted!

I think we've got it! Let's try it right away.

What? What are you trying? - Oh, look who's here!

Don't you have a home? - Well, tell me: What do you have there?

This is just for us. Andi distilled a bit of our house brand.

It can't be anything special. Give it here.

I have to go now, get the gas tank filled at the wholesale market.

And you come at midnight! - He's a bit off his rocker.

Tonight there's Labskaus at the shop. - And if he hurries,

it'll still be warm.

Seems to be a good distillate. - Yeah, let's test it out right away

with the Horex.

No, better not.

Alright then. But just a really quick lap.

Watch out for the door!

Now it's cut nicely. Looks like there's a window going in there.

You've got some crazy ideas in your head! No, no.

Now they're gone. Hello! Good day!

Hey! Would you like to hear a song? One, two, three...

Cut it out! You're going in the credits!

Credits? What's that? - Now you've ruined the whole scene!

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

You got lucky there! Come on, Helmut, after them!

We're gonna catch those guys!

Man, this is really intense! I don't even need to step on the gas!

Drive slower! The man must be in pain.

Hey, you plastic clown! Open up your fish tank!

What's up? - Here! Have a pill for it.

Must be painful, riding on this egg grater. If I keep looking at him any longer,

I'm gonna be sick.

Ouch!

Man, Andi. This methylate is absolutely insane!

The machine has never run like this before. - Oh no! I've never experienced it like this

in this form either, man!

Stop! Freeze! You're under arrest!

Aha! So once again we're dealing with the Wernersens.

This time you won't get away with it! - Hello! Mr. Criminal Investigator!

I need to file a report. - What do you look like, man?

That guy over there, he beat me up.

What's it to you? Get lost, man!

Alright, gentlemen, now onto you. This exhaust system has been tampered with.

I can tell at first glance. We'll need an official

sound measurement. - If that's all.

I'm well aware of the tricks. Now, step on it!

You usually do that so well!

Bruno? That measured 3.25 meters of sound.

What? Just that? We can do better! Now I'll really put the pedal to the metal!

Helmut, call for backup immediately! They must not escape!

Mümmel 3, please come in.

But Helmut, what are you doing with my electric shaver?

Hey, you idiot! Always pour used oil and similar recycling material

into the fuel pump!

We'll start by pumping some fuel onto this substance!

Hey! You jerks!

Oh? Ah, the Wernersens!

You surely still want to settle this trivial fuel bill.

Stop talking gibberish! You can stick the bill for your fuel adulteration

where the sun doesn't shine! - Oh, so you want to skip out on the bill!

This gas station stays dry for you! You're banned!

Keep your garbage to yourself, you phony! - We're making our own fuel now!

We'll burn the wrinkles off your sack! - But naked!

Just wait until your complex wheels get balanced, you fat neck!

Come on, Andi, it's no use! Let's scram.

You can suck your fuel out of your own rear ends from now on!

Nothing's happening for you here anymore!

Hey, smell this. Must be some hellish stuff!

It's the same stuff from the UFO, the one that smashed the sign.

The air literally burns with it. We need that substance.

Listen up. I've got a plan.

Shh!

We've got enough methyl. I've filled up a whole barrel of it.

But we don't have enough time. Step on it, man!

How about you take it down a notch? Relax a bit!

I'm just saying. Get it done, or what?

- Can't you open the door more quietly?

Shut it, man, I'm casting some light around here.

Oh! Look! That must be the stuff. - It's called "the stuff," man!

Ah! With this, we're in business!

Roll away, the soup.

Ouch!

Only 4 hours left! - What? Are you in a hurry?

No, I mean... Hopefully, the car starts up.

No problem with the stuff. - Nah, nah.

Let's just get it done first. - Are you crazy? What's wrong with you, man?

What was that? - What? Oh, that! That was nothing.

Slowly. This way. This way!

Big thing!

Bongo. Bongo!

Huh?

Aha!

Compressed air cylinders. Strange.

Look, Borsti found the methyl barrel. Good boy, Borsti!

Look over there, at the fence. What are those rubber scraps?

They're from Shorty's complex wheels. - One thing's for sure:

Those guys are after our stuff. They're definitely coming back.

True. I think so too. - Hey, I have an idea!

Let them have their fuel! Let's whip up

a proper mixture for them. - Good idea! Let's mix one up.

A tube of Löwensenf, a quarter hour to Hamburg,

A liter of turpentine, and the piston feels fine.

And a little bottle of cod liver oil brings 180 on the track.

A pitcher of sour milk turns the driver into silk.

That's enough. Now I'm hitting the hay. - Quitting? Already?

No, Andi, not yet!

If we don't buckle down together now and finish by 12, then...

Then what? - Then Schröder wins the bet.

What bet? - Well, we're almost done, right.

And when Schröder gave me lip earlier, I made a bet with him.

About what? - Oh, about nothing. Just...

that we'd be there by 12. - We can do that easily!

What's there to cry about? What's the problem, you monkey?

Yeah... Andi, listen to me.

Hands up! Don't move! - Who do you think you are?

Where did you come from? - Aha! There's our stuff.

Relax, guys. Have a drink.

Take cover, men! - Bruno! I'm scared!

Great show. You win. We surrender before we die laughing.

The barrel is confiscated! Justice must prevail!

This really pushes us forward! Now those brats won't

outrun us anymore.

These idiots! - Let's get back to work.

We can still make it. Come on!

The machine does whatever it wants! Sometimes it shoots out the exhaust,

sometimes from the carburetor. - I don't understand it either. It has fuel,

spark plug is there, charging light is on. I don't know.

Darn!

Hey, what's this? Is it the camshaft, or what?

Werner, uh... These things happen sometimes,

it's not always as it should be... - No camshaft installed?

This can't be true! - Don't get worked up.

It's not that bad. It's just a bet!

We won't be showing our faces at CORDON BLEU anymore! They'll be laughing at us forever!

And we won't see Borsti again. - What about Borsti?

Release the pig immediately! - Nonsense!

It's already 12, gentlemen. Werner promised me the pig

if you fail to show up today at 12

with your fan at CORDON BLEU. Also: A bet is a bet.

You wagered Borsti! - Well, you see... It's like this...

Actually, we're done, Schröder! We just forgot the camshaft!

Give us another chance, Schröder!

No way, a bet's a bet. The camshaft excuse

is just an excuse. It wouldn't run anyway.

That's just stupid. - We can really do this!

You're a fair sportsman. An experienced racer.

Well, alright. The bet is over, the pig is mine...

But I offer the gentlemen a new wager. If you drive your greenhouse

here in front of CORDON BLEU by tomorrow noon,

you'll get your Borsti back. If not, you'll be hand-washing my Bentley

for 1 year. Every Sunday.

Oh, well. Deal.

See you tomorrow at 12 then. - You said it. High noon for Borsti.

Ciao, you wimps.

Oh man! How could you do that? - Come on, Andi, calm down.

You don't even know if the car will run! You pig murderer!

Do you think Nobel-Schröder would just display the pig as a decoration in the pub?

Tomorrow, roasted suckling pig will definitely be on the menu! A slice of Borsti for 19.80!

Hey, man! You're sealing it shut again.

Hey, guys! Get the engines ready! We're heading to CORDON BLEU!

Roasted suckling pig is on the agenda!

Uh-oh!

First, let's fill up!

Move it, you folding chair! Super unleaded!

Fill 'er up!

Save your clowning around for another time!

What kind of swill is this, you dwarf!

I can fool myself just fine! You've taken your last dump!

Got that?

4 bars, and bye.

Let's roll!

Have a nice day.

There... Like this, there...

Ouch, ouch!

Do you think the hose could burst? - How should I know, you knobhead.

How much longer will this take? Help?

This is getting creepy. I'd rather go back inside the cabin.

If these lunatics break through the barricade, we need to be prepared!

Fill the new fuel into our vehicle! Come on now!

Hey, look! Cops!

Well, well! The two numskulls from the traffic control.

Tell your wooden head to fold up his playpen!

Or else there'll be trouble! -Yes, but Mr. Biker President.

Could it be that your machine is perhaps a bit too loud?

What? You have no idea about this kind of thing! Do you know what it needs?

It needs to burn your face! Otherwise, it's nothing!

Hmm... Alright...

Hey! Schröder! What about the pork chops?

I'm hungry! - Patience, gentlemen.

They will be served in a few minutes.

5 minutes to 12, gentlemen. Everything indicates

that the blockheads are going to lose the bet. - Bring out the pork chops!

The Wernersens!

This time they won't escape us!

Step on it, Werner!

9...8...7..

Step on it, Werner!

6...5...

We're losing! Faster!

3...2...

1!

Damn it, it's all over! We lost the bet!

Borsti!

No, are you crazy! Don't turn that thing up any more!

It's falling apart! - I don't give a damn!

I'm beating the time now!

No!

Ah!

Werner, stop! We've gone too far! - Ok, I'll brake.

Yeah, go!

4...3...

1!

No way! No pig slaughtering here!

Get lost, tough guy!

Let go! We've clearly won the bet!

You've got some nerve! You pushed that thing here!

It can't even drive! - Quiet!

Alright, let's all settle down! What's this, Wernersen?

Are you trying to steal our food? - The pig belongs to us!

Schröder lost the bet! - I didn't.

Yes, you did!

Quiet! There's only one way, folks: We'll have a race.

The winner gets Borsti! - Yes!

Come on, folks! Mount up!

Start your engines, then you'll see! - What will I see?

Nothing. Because we'll be gone with this thing before you see anything.

I want to see that. - Look at your sweetheart!

Where are these guys? I'll take care of them all! I'll bury them without sharpening!

Where are you hiding?

Borsti! Hello!

What's going on?

Whalebone! I've gotten my car tangled up in the bushes.

Get me out of here! But quickly! Bring new batteries for the phone!