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THIS MAGNIFICENT CAKE!

The King's Dream

Georges?

Georges!

Georges!

Yes, Your Majesty!

From this point onwards

We find ourselves in an impenetrable jungle

A river...

Fungeno...

For years, the King had been consumed by a desire...

to have his very own colony in Africa

And now, on a cold Winter's morning in the year 1885

His wish had finally come true

The Anziko...

The Bororos...

Passing by Kilongo...

Try suppressing it with your willpower, Your Majesty

Georges!

Get rid of that clarinet!

Sir

The King kindly asks that you refrain from playing

The Hotel Pygmy

The Hotel was built on the banks of the river

It was the first stop for nearly all

the new arrivals from Europe

It was so comfortable, that most of its guests never left.

It was in this hotel that Ota...

- after the tragic death of his wife

and two children in a fire...

as the first member of his Pygmy tribe -

had found employment

Idiot!

Come down!

C'mon you fool it's time to come down now!

No-one thinks you're funny!

Ants!

Stop that horrible racket!

You hear me?

Or should I come break your face?

Dammit!

One, two, three!

Throw him back up!

Don't cry, little doggie

Don't worry now, little doggie

Hello, Brother!

I found this shoe lying in the grass

It belongs to one of the guests

How is Mother?

She stills has her pains sometimes...

I should really go visit her

You're looking tired

I haven't been sleeping well

I've been having a strange dream lately

I'm in the forest at night, trying to find the village...

I shout, and I can hear you...

but I can't find you

I'd also have strange dreams if I worked in this place...

I have something for Mother...

Here!

What's this?

It's a 'baguette'

What?

Baguette?

It's all they eat around here

Baguette

Thanks Ota

I'll see you soon

Take care, Brother

You too

Where are you?

Where are you?

The Fate of Van Molle

The bankruptcy of the renowned 'Van Molle Pâtisserie'...

came as a shock to all

Rumors soon began to spread through the village

that the eldest son had fled to the new African

colony...

taking the entire family fortune along with him

Sordid tales of his decadent excesses in the tropics

would enthrall the village for years to come

Whether there was any truth to these stories or not...

would forever remain a mystery

Van Molle had vanished into thin air

On the way back home from the fair one night

Gilly! Gilly! Gilly! Gilly! Hey! Hey! Hey!

And she was just a wee thing...

but still a floozy

From here to there and you all know where...

You have to watch where you put your feet!

Dammit!

You goddamned bunch of bastards!

Bunch of buffoons!

Come back!

Scorching hot sun...

It burns!

Ho-hum

No, no, no, no, no.

I mustn't!

Oh to hell with it all!

Hup, off we go!

Three weavers went to the market one morn...

...but the butter they could not afford...

Three weavers went to the market one morn...

Just a sec...

It is what it is...

...but the butter they could not afford

You're a friendly fellow!

Are you thirsty?

Oh, it's empty!

Why didn't you tell me?

Just a bottle or two!

beer, beer, beer...

beer, beer, beer...

Hey! Where are you going?

Wait for me, I'm coming!

You found a good spot here!

Nice and cool!

There you are little fellow!

Look what I've got!

Hold on a minute...

Just a minute!

So beautiful!

Mama?

Little Brother!

And everyone knows who I am

Troo-la, troo-la, troo-lala!

I'm going to drink as much as I can!

Troo-la, troo-la, troo-lala!

Drinking from a great big pot

Troo-la, troo-la, troo-lala...

Because a drinking man is all I am!

Troo-la, troo-la, troo-lala

Oh, Popaul!

I really screwed you over, didn't I, Popaul?

I know! I know!

The Lost Porter

My friend!

Where am I?

I don't recognize anything...

It all looks so strange...

Friend, I almost envy you...

I remember your silly magic tricks

You could make sticks and stones disappear up your nose

You were always the clever one...

You would know what to do now...

Go upstream

Find my village

Find my people!

The Deserter

On the morning that Louis was to present

himself at the army barracks...

He was nowhere to be found.

A suspicious farmer found him...

shivering with fear in the rafters of a barn

The police officer pitied Louis' parents

and registered the incident as a simple misunderstanding

They gave Louis a simple choice:

present himself at the barracks the next morning...

Or be sent to prison for desertion

That night, Louis saw an ad in the newspaper

promising employment in the country's new colony

The last of his savings would just suffice

for a swift passage to the tropics

Troo-la, troo-lala!

Drinking from a great big pot...

Troo-la, troo-la, troo-lala...

Because a drinking man is what I am!

Troo-la, troo-lala!

Hey!

Come back here!

What the hell's going on here?

C'mon Pierre, you forgotten how to open a

door?

C'mon, open up!

Stupid door...

Something's up with that door, I don't know...

Good heavens, my head...

Do you want some coffee?

No, thanks

Say, ever hear of 'Van Molle Pâtisserie'?

Yes... I have

Well it belonged to my father and his brother

At first, business flourished

People came from far and wide for the pastries

But one day, my uncle just disappeared!

I was the only one to see him leave.

He'd taken my dad's bicycle

He hadn't told anyone.

Later, they found the bicycle at the port

He had taken a boat to Africa!

And then it all came out...

He'd taken all our money!

Leaving behind a huge mountain of debt!

My dad was heartbroken...

He struggled for years afterwards

and started drinking

We buried him last week

he fell out of a tree

And do you want to know something else?

Uh...

Among my father's papers, I found invoices!

Beer deliveries! To Africa!

Can you believe the nerve?

Taking advantage of my poor dad like that!

He's probably living the good life now!

In a huge mansion!

While the rest of the family withers away!

Well I'll tell him a thing or two!

Sorry...

How about you, what are you going to do?

Puttemans Company is hiring...

br... bricks...

Bricks?

You're going all the way to Africa

for bricks?

Though they had nothing more in common

than being far from home...

...the young men soon became fast friends.

They shared their meager rations...

and drank a lot...

to make the endless crossing to the tropics...

...as bearable as possible.

Louis gradually abandoned his own plans

influenced as he was by Pierre's disdain for bricks

He decided to follow his new friend

on his fascinating adventure

I don't feel well...

I'm so cold...

Isn't it terribly cold?

It's alright Louis...

I'm putting my shoes back on

We're getting going!

Hop, hop, hop!

Louis...

I want to go home

Pierre!

Pierre!

Three weeks later

Mama?

Papa?

Louis!

Louis!

Finally!

My dear little boy

I missed you so much!

Go close the shutters Father

The sun is coming up

And as Louis gently drifted off to sleep...

in his own beloved bed...

he thought about everything that had happened

He thought of poor Pierre...

and the strange path that had brought him back home

he couldn't quite make sense of it all...

Maybe in the morning...

Maybe, he thought,

an invitation would arrive from the King!

The King would no doubt be very interested

in his African adventures!

And just before drifting off...

Louis could hear the King announce:

Louis

You're a good boy

A very good boy