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Hooves are clacking, horses trotting Jumping across the stream

Over the hedge and over the ditch Just who can it be?

We are Bibi and Tina On Amadeus and Sabrina

We're chasing the wind We're riding swiftly

Because we are friends

Because we are friends

And if the stream is too wide Then Bibi takes it in her stride

Go, Amadeus!

Wizz-wizz!

TRUTH OR DARE

Go!

Quick!

Jump!

Wow, isn't the moon bright?

What's wrong?

How Chico snapped at me yesterday

just because I touched his cellphone a little.

I mean, if that was his girlfriend, he can just say so.

Maybe it was his mother,

or his sister,

or just a friend but not his girlfriend.

Something's wrong.

I did some research.

You researched if Chico has a girlfriend?

Of course not.

But the "de la Mancha" noble family,

they're only mentioned once in a 16th century book

about Don Quixote de la Mancha.

That guy who fought windmills?

Never mind.

Anyway, Chico isn't exactly a typical noble name.

- Nope. - That guy is one big mystery.

We still haven't decided what we'll do for the supermoon.

Maybe play a game with the holiday kids?

Yes!

A game I can really grill Chico with.

"Red, you see the moon rising from the ocean deep

"and a dream gets to its feet. Imagination begins to leap."

Yeah, the super moon is coming.

Tonight, it seems especially close,

especially big, and especially bright again,

robbing us all of our sleep.

What's gotten into him this time?

At least, we can observe this breathtaking natural phenomenon

at the mild temperature of 20 to 22 degrees Celsius,

after the sun has scorched us with over 30 degrees Celsius during the day.

But those are ideal conditions for a game night with friends.

- Like I am planning one with my friends. - No game night without Freddy.

An endless summer, friends.

Yes, it is a curse and a blessing at the same time.

We are Radio Flamingo, ad-free, unbiased, and untainted.

And that was the weather forecast.

You really have a poetic vein. Yeah, really beautiful.

But since when do weather forecasts take longer than the news?

Well, I thought, since the summer hits are going so well,

we could make the weather report a little more creative as well.

Don't forget, you're still an intern. Okay-di-day?

Okay-di-day.

Okay. This day only.

Oh, Alex?

Did you ask your dad about the interview?

A few extra points wouldn't hurt right now, would they?

And what if Chico chooses dare all the time?

Then I'll think of something.

Sorry for being late, Susanne,

but my dear son had to waste a lot of time with his useless internship.

Two minutes, Falko. You are two minutes late.

Five minutes early, or the emperor gets surly.

Yes, father. And fortunately those days are long gone.

Oh, good mood?

Come on, truth or dare? With my father?

That wasn't my idea. I mean, inviting your father.

Come on. I thought you'd like it.

In Spain, the whole family always plays together.

"The whole family." Not so many people in our case.

It's really not easy being an only child.

Believe me, I understand very well what you mean.

But maybe that could change.

Ta-da! So? I heard on the radio that you guys are hosting a game night.

Of course, you can count me in, too.

No party without Freddy.

Have you heard? They say there are wolves here now.

- Oh, Freddy. - One wolf, Freddy.

A baby wolf. Travelling through.

Abandoned by his pack.

A man is a wolf to another man.

Not the animal, but man is a wolf to another man.

I don't speak French.

Wolves don't care for people.

Definitely not for little stinkers like you.

What did Chico mean earlier about being an only child

and how that might change?

I have no idea.

- Okay, then it's up to... - Yes?

- The smallest one may start. - I see. Okay. Go ahead.

- Yay. - Go on.

May the youngest one begin.

It'll stop at Holger.

Yeah, surely. I know.

Come on. Yes, Chico. Chico.

Right.

- Truth or dare? - I choose dare.

Of course.

You have to eat a lemon.

Okay. If that's what you want.

Never.

Very good.

Can't be worse than mucking out a stable, Susanne.

Shove it in there!

Spin it around once more!

- Maybe it's your turn now. - No, now it's your turn.

- Truth or dare? - Truth.

Where would you like to be the most at the moment?

That is not really interesting to anyone.

- In Norway. - Why Norway?

Tina, just one question.

Do you have a lover there or what?

I'm so excited... And, and, and?

No, Count Falko.

Yes! Excuse me. Well, it's my turn. Now watch and learn.

Truth or dare?

Of course, I choose truth

because nobility stands for honesty,

candidness, and strength of character.

Have you ever farted?

Cheeky.

Of course, I have farted.

I'm with Luther on that one.

"Why don't you fart nor burp? Wasn't the food to your liking?"

- You should remember that one. - I'll explain to you later who Luther is.

Okay, let's up the ante.

Yeah, come on.

Could it finally be Chico's turn again?

- Freddy. - Freddy, right?

Yes, or maybe...

That can't be. It's actually Billy's turn.

- Oh, yes. - It's definitely Billy's turn.

Yes, but since you both have the same haircut,

you should answer, Holger.

- Truth or dare? - Dare this time.

Then empty the oat bucket like a horse.

- Falko. - No problem. I will. I'll go get it.

You'll never make it.

- Okay, are you ready? - Of course!

- Go ahead. Come on! Go. - Here we go.

- Oh, Holger. - Holger, you don't have to do that.

And?

Holger, just let it be.

- Is the bucket empty already? - Sorry. I really tried.

He failed. Then I get to go again.

Alexander.

Dare.

Then do more push-ups than Tina.

You can do it, Tina.

- You have no chance. - Come on, Alex.

Yes, come on!

Show him, Tina.

- Tina, show what you got! - Tina, come on.

Alexander, don't embarrass our family.

One. Two.

Come on. It looks like he's giving up already.

Tina, one more.

Tina! Tina! Tina!

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

Come on, Tina!

- Four, five... - And?

Yeah!

- Very good. - Alexander, where did you get that from?

He failed.

- Cheer up, Alex. - And again.

Who will the Count's fortune hit next?

Bibi. Take off your socks and chew on them.

Then at least I won't have to wash them.

Falko, you didn't even ask truth or dare.

But she's doing it anyway. And with great pleasure.

- Yummy. - Disgusting.

You're playing by your very own rules here.

- What? Me? - Yeah, who else?

Nobody else is playing anymore.

That's not true, Susanne. I'm following the official rules.

I have followed these rules for centuries.

Well, not me personally, but we, our family.

Eeny, meeny, all is well, no one hears me cast this spell.

Eeny, meeny, emperor's clothes, bottle point at Chico's nose. Wizz-wizz!

But those rules are centuries old.

How old are you actually? Six? Falko, stop it now.

- You get worked up over... - Falko, shush!

So, Chico, truth or dare?

- Dare. - Fine.

Then explain the origin of your noble family in three sentences.

We are playing truth or dare, not "Who am I?"

- Freddy. - Correct.

Freddy is kind of right, Bibi.

- A very interesting challenge. - Sure, okay.

The origin of my family.

Okay, my great-great-great-great- great-great-great grandfather,

Chico the First.

He received his land from Columbus personally.

For his merits in La Mancha in Spain.

Yes, exactly. Ever since, that has been our name. De la Mancha.

That's at least four sentences. Not bad.

That's fantastic!

But since when is La Mancha in Andalusia?

Oh, yeah, right, no. We moved.

- Removed? - We moved, yes.

- Well, my mother, Elena, and I. - Elena?

Do you know an Elena, too?

I know an Elena, too, by the way.

Get lost, Elena See you in hell-ena

Freddy. Very nice. Would you like to...

- It's a good song. - Yeah. Sure.

Okay, let's go!

I, of course, choose truth again,

and nothing but the truth.

Well, dear Chico, ask your question.

Count Falko. You are so educated. A true nobleman.

- A man of beautiful words. - Yes, yes, yes.

A man of beautiful words, yes?

Who have you ever written a love letter to?

Love letter? You must be kidding.

Falko. You've written me a love letter, too.

Yes. Youthful carelessness.

And that was the only love letter you wrote?

Why wouldn't it have been the only one?

Well, because...

Father, didn't you understand the rules of the game?

- You are not supposed to lie. - Exactly.

That's why I will spin the bottle again.

- No... - And go.

You should be ashamed. This is really...

So let's see whose turn it is.

Maybe you should be ashamed, my truth-loving son.

What for?

Because... Who was the first girl that you kissed?

- That's easy. - He probably hasn't.

- Well? - Yeah...

Well, out with it.

That was...

Come on. Spill the beans.

Or didn't you understand the rules of the game?

That was...

- Tusnelda von Schmettern. - What?

Tusnelda von Schmettern.

A very lovely person.

Tina, you know I love you a lot. But that's what happened, right?

- Short break. - Come with me.

No hands.

- Out of the way. - They're hanging too high up.

Hey, Freddy. Oh, man.

Freddy, excuse me?

I don't believe it. You keeping this a secret!

Please don't get upset about it.

Can't wait for the second round.

- Great evening. - It's going splendidly.

I was nine years old and Tusnelda...

What kind of a name is that even?

Anyway, it really didn't mean anything.

Tina, there is always a Plan F. Plan Freddy.

What?

And what if I kissed someone before you, too? When I was ten.

What? Who?

I'm not telling. You wouldn't have told me voluntarily.

I don't believe a word you said.

What?

"De la Mancha"?

You are not aristocracy.

The whole grilling of Count Falko. "Love letter," "Elena."

What are you hiding from us? And why?

I am aristocratic.

Bibi, I know you are angry about yesterday

because I snapped at you,

but it's got nothing to do with you.

Hopefully, you'll understand soon.

Oh, my dear.

Let's continue. Chop-chop.

My son is late. I'll just continue then.

Truth or dare?

Take truth. Say truth.

- Dare. - Okay.

Get up then.

Go to the dark forest,

collect a mushroom, and bring it back here.

- Falko. - What?

- Father, you can't do that. - Creepy.

- What? - That must have been a joke, right?

As a boy, I walked through the woods at night for hours.

You said yourself that wolves don't care about people.

Does he really have to do that now?

Of course. Those are the rules.

Little man, go out there.

If you don't, then you shouldn't have played in the first place.

Okay. Enough. Come, we're leaving. Time for bed.

How could I forget?

You were always a spoilsport.

- Pardon me? - Come on, kids.

- I'm just following the rules. - All of you.

I was allowed to stay up longer at home too.

Come on. Let's go. It's late enough already.

Me too. I'm even allowed to watch z-rated movies.

I'm 16, and I'm leaving too.

- Yeah, come on. - Oh, man.

"Spoilsport"? Who is the spoilsport here?

What a...

What is it?

The sooner you learn this, the better.

Your grandfather, dear Alexander, always sent me into the forest.

Grandpa was awful.

Yes, but I obeyed.

- And you enjoyed it? - Yes, of course.

It helped me.

I've never been scared to this day.

Don't you believe me?

Okay, the bet is on.

Fine. As you wish.

Eeny, meeny, forest court, let's take the man by his word.

Eeny, meeny, if you would, please send Falko into the woods.

Wizz-wizz!

What insolence.

If you think you can tease me, go ahead.

I am not afraid.

They crawl out of their graves And they begin to advance

They jerk their bones As they begin to dance

Don't turn around Shadows on the wall

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

Dense fog covers the woods The ravens are flying low

Did you hear that noise? Was it you who said hello?

Don't turn around Shadows on the wall

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

-Might be truth -Might be dare

Don't you believe in zombies?

-Might be a shadow -Might be a light

Don't you believe in zombies?

-They hunt -They fright

-They bite -They tear

You'll scream You'll scream

Don't you believe in zombies?

Don't turn around You don't know what lies in wait

They've seen you and me Maybe it's already too late

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

Do you believe in zombies?

The wolf howls High above shines the super moon

Five to 12, are you scared? Time to change your tune

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

Do you believe in zombies?

Didn't you once tell me That you're not afraid?

Is that an ice-cold hand Pressing on your shoulder blade?

Don't turn around Shadows on the wall

Do you believe in zombies?

Don't turn around You don't know what lies in wait

They've seen you and me Maybe it's already too late

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

Do you believe in zombies?

The wolf howls High above shines the super moon

Five to 12, are you scared? Time to change your tune

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

Do you believe in zombies?

Fine. Then I'll guess.

That weird cousin of yours. What was his name again?

- What? - I think you kissed your cousin.

Come on, Alex.

My spells usually don't last long.

And the Count himself said that he isn't afraid.

It's me, Chico.

Is everything okay?

Of course, everything is okay.

Sending me off into the woods like that.

This will have consequences, Bibi Blocksberg.

You can count on that.

Count Falko, wait!

Yeah, Bibi went too far.

Benjamin from class nine B.

And even if you did ask for it a little bit, I totally understand.

- I mean, we're so similar. - Is that so?

- Shouldn't I drop you home? - No, no. That really isn't necessary.

I mean, if you're going the same way anyway,

I would gladly accompany you for a bit.

When you have some time, you have to show me your horses.

I heard they are all Andalusian?

Correct. World-class Arabians.

From the Arabs.

But they left. The Arabs.

And the Arabians stayed.

The horses, I mean.

And do you buy them from a specific farm?

No, no. But only from the best.

I mean, it would be too funny if you'd already visited a farm in my region.

I mean, in Costa de la Luz.

I did indeed.

But that was a long time ago. At least 16 years.

Sixteen years, yes?

Interesting. That's exactly as old as I am.

The good old days.

You're Count Falko's son. That's your secret, isn't it?

That's why you came to Falkenstein.

You have to tell him. And Alex, too.

The longer you wait, the worse it gets.

Bibi, please, give me some time.

My father, Count Falko, he hates surprises.

Promise me not to tell anybody before I do.

I promise.

Fine, let's narrow it down.

- Was it on the Martin Farm? - No.

- But in Falkenstein. - Yes.

You are making that up. Who is that supposed to be?

I mean, you wouldn't have kissed Freddy. Right?

As if some kisses years ago would change your relationship.

Bibi, where have you been?

I checked on Count Falko. He's fine.

Chico is bringing him to the castle.

Fine. It was Freddy.

- What? - What?

He fixed my bike, and then I gave him a kiss.

I see. And how was it?

Good.

On his cheek. Relax.

Freddy's been in love with you ever since.

You're cute when you're jealous.

You too.

I just went and got my sleeping bag.

Of course, I was gonna stay a while in this cuddly atmosphere.

Freddy!

Oh, yeah.

Pound.

- Mixed up the numbers. - I see.

Pound.

Dagobert must have changed the combination.

I understand.

Dagobert!

Dagobert!

It's been broken in before. But now...

The latest security technology. Nobody can come in.

Yeah. I can see that.

I can't expect you to ride back alone in the middle of the night, I guess.

Dagobert will prepare the guest room for you.

I was beginning to worry.

- Welcome to Castle Falkenstein. - Cool.

Please.

Dagobert, something is wrong with the code.

I'm losing my mind.

Bibi.

- Bibi, everything okay? - Yes.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid I can't tell you.

But we always tell each other everything.

They crawl out of their graves And they begin to advance

They jerk their bones As they begin to dance

Don't turn around Shadows on the wall

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

Dense fog covers the woods The ravens are flying low

Did you hear that noise? Was it you who said hello?

Don't turn around Shadows on the wall

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

Don't you believe in zombies?

Don't turn around You don't know what lies in wait

They've seen you and me Maybe it's already too late

Do you believe in zombies Zombies, zombies?

Do you believe in zombies?