All language subtitles for Legyél te is Bonca! (1984).English

The seaside was good for you, Mr. Doolittle.

You can hunt elephants too, Mr. Popopotamus.

They say the adopted baby elephant is wonderful.

Would you like to see it?

I'd love to.

I consider myself lucky.

Come on, please.

Don't you know this lady?

Hardly, but she's the widow of the famous rhino hunter.

Your aunt, the widow!

You're being unnecessarily modest, Madam.

We recognized you immediately.

You're mistaken, gentlemen.

I am Widow Smith.

Madam, you're here!

Good heavens!

If you'll permit me, Mr. Popopotamus,
and my friend, Mr. Doolittle.

Pleased to meet you.

May I invite you for tea?

We'd be delighted.

We must have something fantastic here.

Do you want to know?

I might.

Then you be Bonca too.

Oh, the great Popopotamus, Popopotamus reached the dragon's lake.

Oh, the great Popopotamus, Popopotamus came for the dragon bones.

The dragon finally joked.

Sir, you are exceedingly kind.

I've been waiting here for a hundred thousand
years, for the great hunter to come at last.

And that you are Popopotamus, that is worth more than anything.

The dragon finally joked.

Sir, you are exceedingly kind.

I've been waiting here for a hundred thousand
years, for the great hunter to come at last.

And that you are Popopotamus, that is worth more than anything.

That is worth more than anything.

I loved my fur coat.

And my friends.

Nothing here.

But now you've found two.

Two real Boncas.

This is truly an unexpected event, gentlemen.

Madam, this is a Bonca neighborhood.

We're actually on our way to a Bonca now.

To the painter.

But he must be an adult.

An adult can be a Bonca too.

Uncle Tony, for example, where the painter
lives, is such a Bonca that even though he's blind,

his birds don't fly out of his cage,
but land directly on his shoulder.

They adore him so much.

And the painter is the most Bonca in the world.

So much of a Bonca that when we brought
him together with Uncle Tony, he stayed with him.

And he's painting the Bald Tree.

And if he wants, the Bald Tree will be a
butterfly house, if he wants, a monkey trap.

He's painting the monkey trap right now.

Just for friendship.

Just for Andris.

For you?

For me.

I'll take a look.

No, they don't even know each other.

Now they will.

They live at the end of the park, on Fox Street.

It's really Fox Street.

Come on!

Just look, what a tricky stand you are!

Madam!

Come on!

You promised to introduce me to them.

I will, but this isn't the way.

Hi!

Isn't this day cowardly?

Take it to a rhino hunter.

True.

Hey, you!

The eagle team is mine!

How is it yours?

If you don't leave my garden, I'll set my dog on you.

Why not your lion?

Or your tiger?

What do you want here?

What do you want here?

I live here.

The bird-Bonca lives here.

And the painter lives here.

Yes, I do live here.

And I do have a tiger.

And I do have a lion.

I just haven't unpacked them yet.

The lion hates suitcases.

He likes to run around.

And the sun.

And cool caves.

Boys are all stupid.

Hey, does he really live here?

He really does.

Ah, our guests have arrived.

Please, come in.

Let's go.

Please, have a seat.

Chokom, chokom.

Ah, our dear friends, Bence and Andris.

Fanny, bring two drinks for the guests.

See how many good friends I have?

I'm glad, Uncle Tony.

Here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Here, paprika.

My home is your home too.

You'll see how cheerful life is here.

Perhaps we can help the boys with the unpacking.

Thank you, I can manage myself.

Men are all unreliable.

Nóra, that's rude, apologize immediately.

I won't apologize, I hate boys.

You have to understand, Grandma just passed away.

That's irrelevant.

Nóra offended Bálint and the boys too.

What's wrong with him?

Will he kick us out of Fox Street?

What if he doesn't kick us out?

Will he kick us out from the painter too?

How do you know?

You haven't looked at them for four days.

Yes, we did look.

We didn't go in, but we saw everything through the fence.

What?

The painter isn't painting Andris's monkey trap.

He's painting birds of paradise.

For that girl.

And why is it a problem if he paints
the birds of paradise for the girl first,

and only then Andris's monkey trap?

But he only paints birds of paradise.

The well is full of birds of paradise.

This makes no sense.

You've been hiding for four days,
and you don't even have the courage

to truly go to the painter.

Well, how is it?

Bird of paradise.

You don't sound very enthusiastic.

Did something happen?

You already know.

I don't know.

And I missed you.

You too.

So then?

Until now, it was just you and Uncle Tony.

And the Bald Tree.

And now?

Now there are birds of paradise.

Aha.

Does the girl like your birds of paradise?

She doesn't even look at them.

But I feel like doing this now.

When will you feel like doing Anis's monkey trap?

The monkey trap requires a rare moment.

What kind of rare moment?

A moment of friendship.

So you still stopped being friends with us?

On the contrary, I want to ask for your help, because
not only have the birds of paradise multiplied here,

but so has sadness.

And sadness is like a lion with a toothache.

It needs to be cured.

Even then it directly bothers people?

Even then.

She doesn't even look at us.

You need to get her attention.

Ah, this.

What if we sang our song?

The Popopotamus song.

Well, that's not a bad start.

Oh, the great Popopotamus,
Popopotamus, lived by the dragon's lake.

Oh, the great Popopotamus,
Popopotamus came for the dragon's bones.

The dragon's gambit was sacred.

Sir, you are exceedingly kind.

I've been waiting here for a hundred thousand
years for the great hunter to come at last.

And that you are Popopotamus, that is worth more than anything.

That is worth more than anything.

Sir, would you like to see my trained dolphins?

You have dolphins too?

I have three trained dolphins.

But that's wonderful, and I can see them right away.

I'm sorry, sir, we had to finish the game.

My dolphins are having dinner at this time.

Aren't you going after them?

That's not a real bird.

It is real.

Bird of paradise.

Men are all like this.

They say it's real when it's a lie.

Nóra, what are you talking about?

What Grandma said.

Grandma knows.

Grandma couldn't have said that.

Yes, she did say that.

Here.

Where are you?

I'm still not playing with the boys.

And that whole bird is still worth nothing, nothing, nothing.

I thought you weren't coming.

We just happened to be passing by.

We thought we'd check out your birds of paradise.

But there are eagles too.

Eagles!

That's great!

By chance!

Finally!

There are eagles too!

With huge wings!

Their prey in their talons!

Do you think it makes sense?

I'd be glad if you didn't give up.

It's easy for you.

Why?

Because you're an adult.

I used to think there was no difference
between child and adult Boncas.

But... if this goes on for too long, we won't be Boncas anymore.

How did you know I'd need green, brown, and pink paint now?

What kind of green, pink, brown?

What you mixed here.

You obviously know what a great
green you get from blue and yellow.

And it's really clever of you that
you put a drop of red in the white.

It will make a beautiful pink paint.

But you can't paint a bird of paradise with this.

I'm not going to paint now.

Then who?

You.

I can't paint.

How do you know?

You haven't tried yet.

Here.

This swamp is great.

Does the man see?

I saw everything the whole time.

And does he know it?

Does he know the swamp?

You have to know the swamp.

And it will be a miracle, won't it?

Lots of reeds, dense.

Anything can hide in it.

And it does hide.

Ducks at the base of the reeds, with ten little ducklings.

Warblers at the top of the reeds and many frogs.

And water lilies.

Well?

How is it?

Real.

Not a lie?

The man knows it anyway.

What do I know?

That I only said it out of anger yesterday.

Can I ask something?

You can ask.

Does the man usually hit his child?

I don't have a child.

So who did you and your wife love when you still lived together?

I don't have a wife either.

And if you had a child, would you hit them?

Why would I hit them?

Grandma says daddies hit their children.

Only foolish daddies.

My daddy isn't foolish.

Grandma says he's clever, and that means smart.

Isn't that right?

Absolutely.

One of them isn't true.

Either this or that.

Shall I give you the swamp?

The swamp?

Here.

Why are you giving it to me?

Because you like it.

I don't want it.

So you don't like it after all?

But I do like it.

You shouldn't accept gifts from strangers.

Gifts are always a trick to ask
for something impossible in return.

I'm asking for something too.

What?

Friendship.

Can you give friendship as a gift?

Friendship can only be given as a gift.

You really don't hit children?

See how many friends I have?

I want the picture.

Almost ready!

Pull it!

I'm pulling!

I'll do it right away!

That's it!

You're clever!

It'll be good here!

A real monkey trap!

That's super cool!

Didn't you go to the painter's today?

No.

Why?

Because we got tired of tolerating.

We tolerated that girl for five days.

We were specifically hunting
lions there for the sake of tolerance.

And we praised the birds of paradise
just to keep the peace.

And she didn’t even notice.

Everyone’s charmed by sad girls’
sweet talk.

That girl’s jealous, angry, and just plain mean.

Balla was jealous, mean, and angry too,
when her parents split up.

But Bence, where’s Nóra’s dad?

Yeah, for real.

I haven’t seen him once.

Who’s this painting for?

Mr. Doolittle.

Something’s still eating at you,
isn’t it?

You bet it is.

Mr. Doolittle’s bugging me, and that big-shot hunter.

And the fact that Uncle’s their friend.

Whoa, why’s that a problem?

Because he’s my friend too.

You can’t be pals with two enemies
at the same time.

The boys are your enemies?

Yup.

Bet your grandma told you that.

Yeah, and she said to play with them.

‘Cause you’ll only learn bad stuff from boys,
right?

Yup, and that’s the truth.

That’s not the truth.

No more than spankings or that gift-giving mess.

Bet you never even had a girlfriend.

Nope, didn’t have time for one.

Had to feed our pigeons.

We had tons of pigeons.

Feeding pigeons is a big job.

Not just a job, it was fun too.

That’s when I came up with the eagle squad,
and, uh, Miranda.

Miranda trained those eagles like a pro,
right?

Miranda was awesome and super smart.

Miranda was just like Nóra.

Nóra was just like Miranda.

You’re right, you can’t always be Nóra.

But did you know Miranda’s a secret adventurer?

Uncle Tony’s adventurer.

I’m Nóra Molnár.

Still an adventurer.

The adventurer’s in your blood.

What’s an adventurer?

A lot of things.

Never getting bored.

Feeding pigeons but also healing sick lions.

And planning to dig up flying dragon bones
from Lake Victoria.

Uncle’s always cooking up something.

That’s wrong.

You came up with the eagle squad.

Healing sick lions, Bence.

And the flying dragon bones, that’s Andris,
who this painting’s for.

Too bad they’re boys.

Widow Smith doesn’t think so.

Who’s Widow Smith?

The widow of the famous rhino hunter.

Every afternoon, the big hunters eat coconuts
at her place.

So they hang out there.

Yup, they sure do.

Does Uncle go there too?

Well, if they invite him.

Then let him go munch coconuts.

Tell me, aren’t you a bit jealous?

Not at all.

I put up with those two boys coming
into the garden and messing around.

I let them make fun of Uncle’s paintings.

But Uncle can go if he wants.

I don’t care.

One kid’s way less fun than three.

Nothing’s fun with just one kid.

Nóra?

She’s inside.

I thought so.

You got that right, Fanny.

She’s just a little embarrassed.

How do you get kids so well?

It’s in her blood, you see?

Only in the park.

When kids follow her in droves.

Come on, that’s a bit much, Uncle Tony.

Why?

Didn’t you tell me about tracking
that giant stag beetle?

Nóra, you’ve got a stag beetle too.

And a rhino beetle.

Yup.

A rhino beetle’s rare.

Even the two hunters don’t have a rhino beetle.

You guys always tease me.

All I do is try to make things good for you.

And you, you just...

The two hunters wouldn’t say we’re teasing
if we talked about you.

I thought you loved your mom.

I do.

Doesn’t look like it.

What am I supposed to do?

What do you want?

I wish you wouldn’t mope around by yourself.

I wish you were like other kids.

You think I’m not a real kid?

No, I think you are.

You’re just hiding it.

Of course I’m hiding it, I have to.

I promised Grandma in the hospital
that I’d...

look after Mom the way she did.

So no eagle squad.

No running around with other NOTE: other kids.

No whining about Dad.

He didn’t love us.

That’d just upset Mom.

And you think I’m...

Why’d you go quiet?

Now you’re quiet too.

Problem is, grown-ups mess up a lot.

Out of love, but they still mess up.

Like with spankings or the boy thing.

It’s awful that Mom cries because of me.

I mean... you know.

Yeah, I know.

Will you help?

I’ll help with everything.

So, I did the patience thing wrong?

No, the opposite.

You did great, you and Andris both.

Then why’re you still hung up on that girl?

Because she’s an adventurer too.

She’s got her own eagle squad.

I just want to know why she hates us.

She doesn’t hate you, far from it.

She’s coming over, she promised.

To our place!

Straight to us!

And there’s something else you should know.

Besides her grandma passing away.

She doesn’t have a dad, or he doesn’t live with them.

So she’s like Balla after all.

Should’ve guessed.

Shh!

She’s here!

Hi, I’m Magdi.

Magdi Molnár.

You’re really a Molnár?

I’m one too, Nóra Molnár.

And I’m Widow Smith too.

The rhino hunter’s widow.

And he’s... I know, I know.

He’s Mr. Doolittle, and he’s Mr. Hippopotamus.

Have a seat!

By the way, he collects baby coconuts.

Let’s make it a snappy rhino deal.

Or this awesome bear-paw bet.

If I may, I’d like a gazelle deal.

Excellent taste, ma’am.

Hey Robi, does that name ring a bell?

Who doesn’t know the capital of big hunters?

We can take her on our expedition.

Oh, I’m so grateful.

By ship?

By ship.

Then what?

By jeep?

And the reserve?

On Lake Victoria’s shore.

Heard what’s happening with Lake Victoria?

Oh, yeah.

They’re draining it for the dragon bones.

Follow!

Follow!

Ever seen a finer trained eagle,
my great hunter?

It nabbed it.

Knew it would.

Fine specimen, uh...

I’m Miranda, Mr. Hippopotamus.

Miranda.

Sunday Miranda.

Sunday Miranda.

She’s super clever, sir.

Sunday Miranda’s way cooler
than plain Miranda.

And more precise.

Sunday Miranda’s only Sunday.

You didn’t guess that, sir.

I was born on a Wednesday.

Balla’s Sunday too.

Kids with divorced parents are Sunday.

I’m not Sunday, and I’m no kind of Miranda.

Here.

Thanks.

Here.

Thank you kindly.

Thank you kindly.

You’re welcome.

Are you really this dumb,
or did you mean to hurt me?

Me, hurt you?

You’re the dumb one.

And you want to heal sick Russian girls.

You think I’m not Sunday?

Being Sunday’s a fact.

But a bad fact.

You’re wrong.

Nóra’s not a Sunday kid.

Her parents didn’t split?

They did.

Then what?

Still not Sunday.

‘Cause Sundays, she’s not taken anywhere.

Hasn’t seen her dad in seven years.

How do you know?

I talked to her.

And you’re just telling me now?

Guess she doesn’t want to see me.

You nailed it.

And it’s been seven years since she saw her dad.

She said so.

No way.

Seven years without a dad, you can’t stand it.

She’s used to it.

Doesn’t even remember him.

And that’s better.

Her mom said so too.

As long as he sends the money.

What money?

The kind the law says he’s gotta send.

And the law doesn’t say...

he’s gotta take her to see the zoo’s eagles
every Sunday?

It says if he wants to take her,
her mom can’t stop him.

Grandma said it’s better this guy doesn’t want to.

That’s what she said.

Exactly.

A ‘guy.’

But a dad’s a dad.

Not a ‘guy.’

She said she doesn’t know if her dad’s
a dad or a jerk.

Magdi, seven years is how many days?

2555 days.

2555 days.

That’s a ton.

That’s a ton.

Dad, if you and Mom split,
what’d happen to me?

Nothing.

I’m not splitting.

But if you did.

You can’t play games with questions like that.

We’re a team, end of story.

But what if you’d split way back?

Way back when?

When I was two.

But I didn’t.

Isn’t that enough?

Not enough.

I wanna know what would’ve happened.

I can’t answer that.

Why not?

‘Cause I didn’t leave.

And I’m not planning to.

Dad, that’s clear.

But say you’re not you, you’re some other guy,
and you do split.

I can’t answer for some other guy.

Try.

Come on.

What do I have to imagine?

That you’re the Molnár.

I’m the Molnár?

Yeah, you’re the Molnár.

And you tell Mom...

Kid, I don’t ever want to see you again.

No way I’d drag Mom into this game.

You don’t have to.

Just imagine you said it.

Fine.

I imagined it.

What do you do next?

Probably grab my stuff and hit the road.

Probably.

And then?

Then I’d show up every other weekend,
get it?

Dad, you wouldn’t, ‘cause you’re Molnár now.

Even as Molnár, I’ve got rights to my kid.

I’d show up anyway.

Dad, you sure you wouldn’t bail?

Alright, fine, I wouldn’t show.

You like that better.

Would you regret it?

I wouldn’t regret it.

‘Cause Grandma said you’re just a jerk.

Grandma never said that.

Okay, imagine she did.

Just to get to the bottom of this.

The bottom of what?

Whether you’d love me even if you didn’t see me
for seven years.

Not even once.

Not just seven years.

2555 days.

I don’t see you.

It’s obvious, right?

What?

If I love you, I couldn’t stand being without you.

But you could, ‘cause you’re Molnár now.

I’m not Molnár, no way.

I couldn’t last a day without you,
and if I could, I don’t love you.

Then I’m really a jerk,
and you’re a little kitten.

Take back the kitten part.

I'm not taking it back.

You're taking it back.

Because even if you are a miller,
you still can't know if you think that.

Why not?

Even I don't know that.

Okay, let's stop.

Why can't we play?

Dad, take back the kitten.

Nóra's not a kitten.

Fine, I'll take it back.

But that won't make it easier for Nóra.

What if they met?

I don't know.

Love isn't ice cream you can just scoop out of this freezer.

It doesn't keep.

You have to practice love.

Even if a person doesn't live with their child.

Someone who hasn't seen their child for
seven years, for them it's like a stranger.

They don't know what to do with them.

Dad, are you thinking this now?

That's bad.

That's very bad.

Why?

Because I wanted to know what Molnár might be thinking.

Hello, Uncle Tony!

Hello, Bence!

The painter?

He's in the garden.

You can't sit in the dirt in white pants.

You don't have to dress in clean white on an ordinary Thursday.

Aunt Fanni?

She left.

Alone?

No.

Can't you do something already?

I have no desire to paint.

I didn't say to paint.

Although decency demands that one paint,

the monkey trap, if he already promised.

There could have been another nice, budding decency here too.

Understand!

I thought he'd be happy about the Sunday fun.

Nobody's happy about Sunday fun.

Do you think this is fun for me?

And you don't understand any of it either.

And you have no idea what the real decency would be now.

To mess up your white jeans.

You're just an adult too, and you don't care about pants either.

What do you think would be the real decency?

To find the miller and talk some sense into him.

You don't understand, son.

Yet the matter awaits us.

We have to find the miller.

What if he lives so far away we can't visit him?

What if?

What if?

What if?

I don't recognize you, Mr. Dulci.

Some kind of help squad will turn up.

Help squad?

Yes, for example, the painter.

Don't count on the painter.

I don't even understand what they did to that painter.

Call him, he wasn't like this before.

My mom would surely be happy to help.

And Juli too, my older sister.

Though it won't be easy with one person.

I love all my children.

And I think about Nóra extensively too.

Stop it already, it's none of their business.

Yesterday you were able to explain
yourself for hours to that tall fellow.

I'm not ashamed of the truth in front of anyone.

And what's the truth?

That I love all my children.

All children?

Don't go near that woman!

You'll regret it?

Yes, that's what it's about!

Aunt Fanni whistles at her own husband.

I wasn't talking to you, and now get out of my apartment!

Calm down, my dear, calm down!

That's enough?

We see.

Hello.

And now what?

I don't know, I told you this whole visit was stupid.

The figure, of course, is not true.

Molnár is not a figure.

Dad.

An ordinary dad with four kids.

And the beating isn't true either.

He surely doesn't hit his kids.

Nóra's grandma must have made that up in her anger.

Doesn't matter, Nóra still doesn't have a father.

True.

What if he changed his mind?

You're completely crazy, don't you
see how afraid this Molnár is of his wife?

What if secretly?

Secretly, secretly, he would have
had a million chances in seven years.

If he didn't listen to your painter, he
won't listen to you either, you know that.

The painter was here too?

Why, what did you think, who
riled up that girl with that tall guy?

Here you go, please.

Thank you very much.

Did you hit the painter?

Yes.

It tastes good.

Good day.

Good day, Uncle Tony.

Well, well!

Well... Hello.

Hello.

Sándor Molnár.

Nóra's father.

Sándor Molnár.

Bálint Gyalog.

Sándor Molnár.

Molnár.

Hello, my little girl.

What a foolish coincidence.

Yes, son, seven years is seven years.

It is.

Come.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Come.

Well...

How you've grown!

The money...

you always get it on time, right?

This room is nice and cool.

That little girl, that friend.

She seems like a nice girl.

Everyone here is nice.

Look, Nóra.

I have a lot to do.

Raising five children, and not just skills.

And there are four little ones.

You can't even imagine how much time and patience they need.

They're still little, not like you.

I am.

I'm big.

I can be entrusted with the pigeons, the finches.

Because I feed them.

And when I grow up, they can trust me with the eagles at the zoo.

Because I'll feed them too.

You're studying so badly.

How badly?

Well, that you want to be an animal keeper.

I'm straight A's.

Oh, please.

And why does your mother let you have this stupid idea?

Eagle keeping isn't stupid.

In today's world, it's something to look up to.

But I'll take your work in hand.

I'll be an animal keeper, an
eagle keeper, and I'll train them too.

You're stubborn.

Stubborn, like your mother.

We're not getting anywhere with each other like this, Nóra.

Why don't you answer?

I came to you.

It's true that we rarely meet.

And that, well...

I haven't seen you in a long time.

But you don't understand this, Nóra.

Bella, I mean my wife, is very understanding, you know?

And she allowed you to spend Christmas at our place.

She allowed?

Yes, she allowed it.

I'm telling you, she's all heart.

Christmas.

Finally, Christmas.

I see it's a bit far off, but you're a big girl.

And you have to understand this.

And Mom?

What about Mom?

She has a school break at Christmas too.

You're a big girl.

And this... this you must understand.

I don't want to be a Christmas kid.

Well, you won't be stubborn like that, Nóra.

A child's duty is to love their parents.

I love Mom, and I want to stay with her for Christmas.

You choose, Nóra.

I came to you.

Because I love all my children.

You too.

That's why I send the money on time.

Grandma said the money is in the law.

That law never understood me, that...

The great hunter said I'm a Sunday Miranda.

What did you say?

You're Nóra Molnár.

I'm a Sunday Miranda.

The great hunter knows best.

Don't listen to any foolish man,
and don't let yourself be enchanted.

The great hunter is not a man.

My friend, Bence.

Oh, I know.

That kid who came to me the day
before yesterday with the Hebrench sister.

He was there?

You see, this is how Nóra grows.

Happily, lovingly.

You'll see how good it will be at our place for Christmas.

And what a wonderful hostess Aunt Bella is.

And what excellent beigli she can bake.

It's not valid.

What's not valid?

The beigli and nothing.

If Bence was there, then you weren't either.

I'm just going to be an eagle
keeper, and I'm just a Sunday Miranda.

And I don't care about his beigli.

I don't care!

Yes?

Can we invite strangers for Christmas?

You're not a stranger there.

I didn't ask where I'm a stranger,

but when can we invite strangers.

Well, definitely not for candlelight.

Everyone spends that at home with their own family.

On Christmas Day, especially the
second day, you can invite strangers too.

At Christmas, I'll sing you the song about the Pupupotamus.

What kind of song is that?

It's a very beautiful song.

It's about hunters and dragons.

I don't know it completely yet, but I'll learn it by then.

That will be great.

You loved Grandma.

Dad's not a monster, and he's not violent,
and you don't have to be afraid of him.

You know?

And even if he came here to take you
there for Christmas, but don't take you there,

because you're brave.

You're not even afraid of dogs.

You actually like dogs, and you actually like finches.

You just hide it.

Mom, you're a secret clown.

You'll make a big, big clown act for me at Christmas, right?

What are you thinking of?

You know it too, and you'll do it.

Of course, I'll do it.

It's just... you know, it's not easy for secret clowns.

They have to practice their clowning to succeed.

Well, be a real clown.

The great hunter Mr. Túlító, Mrs. Néasszony,
and the painter will surely be happy about it.

Because he would see that I'm also like the other children,

that I don't hide away alone at home at Christmas.

Of course, we'll invite the children for Christmas.

A secret clown knows that herself.

Of course you know.

And you know a lot of other things too.

Because you're not a stranger.

And... Mom?

Yes?

What would you do if a good friend wanted to help you

behind your back, and you accidentally hit them in the face?

Really hard.

I'd say, 'I'm sorry, sir.'

It was a mistake.

And him?

What would he say?

He'd say, 'It's nothing, ' or 'Don't
mention it, ' or something like that.

And are you sure he would say that?

Well, listen, a real friend.

True.

A true friend is true because they
understand even being hit in the face.

And he understands it.

Thanks, Mom.

Wow, it's raining cats and dogs.

Mom?

They're cooking dinner.

The painter?

Why do you call him the painter?

Why?

What should I call him?

He has a proper name.

The good thing about the painter is that he's the painter.

That he painted the swamp for me, the monkey trap for Andris.

But not the monkey trap, you know what?

What?

The moment of friendship.

On the picture, of course, there's
only the bare tree and the monkeys.

But you can immediately see on it

that it's also on it, that we are truly friends already.

And how can you tell?

Oh, well, you just know, we just know.

And that's what's good about it.

Oh!

It's raining like in the tropics.

Hello!

It was raining exactly like that when we came home,

there were puddles as big as Victoria Falls.

But it was okay, because Bence figured out that this was an

ancient swamp, and that we were looking for dragon eggs.

Did you

know that fifty ostrich eggs could fit in one dragon egg?

Andris said so, cool, huh?

One for fifty eggs.

This rain will be a miracle, but it
could stop the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow is Sunday.

Because he's taking you somewhere?

You know I’m headed to Magdi’s place.

And if it rains, Magdi’s mom gets a
splitting headache.

You’re never home.

That’s not true.

I’m home every fourth Sunday.

Exactly.

But you wanted it this way, and so did
Mom.

And I’m darn lucky there’s exactly four
Sundays in a month.

Magdi’s mom said so herself.

One, I’m at Andris’s place.

Two, I’m at Bence’s place.

Three, I’m at Magdi’s place.

Four, I’m home.

Pretty slick schedule, huh?

You bet.

Have you seen Bence’s dad’s lab?

I got to peek through his microscope, and
those germs were zipping around like crazy.

Andris’s dad gives you a handshake so big
it feels like a Sunday welcome.

Magdi’s dad’s always fretting about my
math grades, but you can’t stay mad at him.

He doesn’t mean to get under your skin.

Magdi’s dad’s a teacher, so what do you
expect?

I was the first to turn in my test today.

Hey, are you even listening?

Of course I’m listening.

And it’s real nice of them to plan your
Sundays like that.

You’re acting weird.

You’re sounding like Grandma.

You’re acting just like Grandma.

What did I do wrong?

It’s still raining.

This darn rain’s been pouring for three
weeks.

We should bring the baskets in from the
porch.

But Bálint won’t do it without you.

I already said I’d help.

But Uncle Tony won’t let you.

Bálint will handle it.

He doesn’t get that he’s gone.

He’s gone.

Because you drove him away.

It’s not that simple.

It’s not because of me, believe me.

Don’t you dare upset Fanny.

Don’t you dare.

There’s nothing to upset her about, this
isn’t about me.

Leave it, Dad, this is driving me nuts.

Mom, you’re not making any sense again.

Don’t you see Uncle Tony’s house is falling
apart without the painter?

And you only notice me when I scrape my
plate.

It’s not easy for me to keep my cool right
now.

I’m so mad, and I’m mad because you don’t
see how mad I am.

And I’m even madder because the painter’s
mad too.

But nobody knows why.

You must know how I upset him.

We don’t need anybody, my little girl.

The painter was right.

I need everyone.

Uncle Tony, you, Andris, Magdi, Bence,
everybody.

For my Sunday shenanigans.

I hate being alone.

I hate it.

Got it?

That’s not the point.

Then what is?

The painter doesn’t want your Sunday
shenanigans.

But he’s the one who said I should act
like the other kids.

Not to mope around at home alone.

So why’s he mad about my Sunday shenanigans
now?

He wants you to be an everyday kid.

An everyday kid?

Yeah, to be a kid every day.

Like Andris, Bence, and Magdi.

But he knows that’s impossible.

It’s not my fault I don’t have that.

He wishes you did.

Mom, the painter wants to take care of
both of us.

Yeah.

Like an everyday family?

Yeah.

But I know that’d feel, well, kinda weird
to you.

Mom, you really need to work on getting
this family thing right.

Amos, this is the craziest family mess.

Love you, Mom.

He’s not back yet.

The painter?

He’s back, son, he’s back.

You bet he’s back. I knew he wouldn’t let
me down.

And the minute he got here, he asked if he
could take Uncle Tony’s stuff.

Like the baskets, he already hauled them
to town.

Turned around and was back in a flash.

He says, ‘Uncle Tony, isn’t two better
than one?’

I said, ‘Bálint, my boy, there’s no sausage
too long for a man to handle.’

What sausage?

I mean the two-week trip to the country.

And you know what’s even wilder?

He says, ‘Uncle Tony, I figured something
out. You’re my family.’

I knew that all along, but he had to go to
the country to get it.

Where is he now?

Painting, of course.

Let him paint. Keeps him out of trouble.

No fuss, no muss when he’s painting.

Alright.

I’m outta here.

Have a good one.

Doesn’t it bug you that I’m running around
like a chicken with its head cut off?

The running around doesn’t bug me.

What bugs me is you didn’t say hi.

You didn’t say hi either.

True.

But I don’t know how to say hi.

I don’t know what kind of kid you are.

Mom didn’t believe you, did she?

She did.

But you don’t believe it, do you?

I need to hear it from you too.

Hold on.

Here.

Does Bálint the painter live here?

I’ve been wandering for hours and can’t
find him anywhere.

Sir, I’m an everyday kid.

Pleased to meet you.

I’ve been waiting for you.

I thought something came up.

Nothing came up, sir.

It’s just a real pain to get to you.

I got lost chasing some wild goose.

My bad.

Forgot to put up the red flags, but I hope
the hunt didn’t wear you out.

Hope it didn’t tire you out too much.

No big deal.

Not worth mentioning.

I knew it.

I knew Mom wanted it too.

I knew she’d get the hang of this family
stuff.

Well then...

Come sit next to me.

Close your eyes.

Okay.

See anything?

Nothing at all.

Done.

I’m painting it for Fanny for Christmas.

And that’s the title.

Everyday Kid.

And there’ll be fruitcake too.

I love fruitcake.

And jingle bells ringing.

I love Christmas bells.

We’ll be the Christmas family, the everyday
family, the Sunday family.

The whole shebang.

And our eagle scout troop too.

And trained dolphins, tigers, and lions.

And a monkey trap.

Hey, what about that little paradise bird?

What about it?

We’ll give ‘em away.

That’s the big plan.

That’s Mr. Durit’s deal.

That’s Ozzie’s comeback.

We’re keeping this one.

Don’t you think you went a bit overboard
with all these paintings?

Gotta plan ahead.

You never know when another nutcase shows
up in our yard.

We nailed this one.

Nailed it.

Just Grandma left to deal with.

Let’s go meet her.

Let’s go.