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(gentle chiming)

(birds chirp) (insects buzz)

(wind howling)

(distant heavy clang)

(ethereal notes play)

(bird exclaims)

(fanfare music)

(snapping)

- Bosbros.

(blinds rattling)

(gentle chiming)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(wings flapping)

(people laughing)

(whooshing)

(wings flapping)

(whooshing)

(frantic breathing)

(eerie music)

(leaves rustling)

(leaves crunching)

(creature shrieks)

(whooshing)

(footsteps pattering)

(heavy breathing)

- [Voiceover] Aah!

(creepy music)

(whimpering)

(merry instrumental music)

- Pew, pew.

Hey, who's that?

A monster! (cat meows)

A monster!

Come on, let's go get it!

(cat meows)

A monster, a monster!

(cat meows loudly)

No, Fly.

You're not a monster.

Sorry.

(meows softly)

(merry instrumental music)

- Nella Della, is your father home yet?

- What do you think?

- No.

- He's still teaching a class.

Hi, Emilia.

- Hello, sweet neighbor.

(chuckles)

(meows)

- Hey.

- [Nella] Hey, Fly!

(meows)

- Hey.

(meows)

What is it?

- [Nella] Give me a hand here, will you?

(meows)

(meowing)

- It's okay.

- Set the table, please.

- Where were you earlier?

- Uh, I was buying groceries.

- The entire afternoon?

- Uh, do you wanna eat or not?

- But Dad said--

- Dad said you have to listen to me!

Set the table.

(plates rattling)

- Hmm.

Hmm?

- I wonder where Dad is?

(gasps)

(exhales)

- Arthur, it's a disaster.

My publisher doesn't wanna publish my work anymore!

My 147th book didn't sell well enough.

- The other 146 did?

- Not really,

but publishers also publish best sellers, right?

- Yeah.

- How am I going to eat now?

(dog barks)

(giggles)

- [Emilia] That's a good little doggy.

Oh, yes.

- Nevertheless, still writing, I see.

Can I have a look?

- Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, Blom, no!

No, no, no, hey, Blom, no!

- "Emmy, the most beautiful woman alive.

How can I win your confidence?"

- No.

- "Where do I find the key

that opens the lock to your heart?"

(dog barks)

Why don't you take her out for coffee?

- Me?

- Yes, of course.

(rapping on window)

Hey.

Hello.

- What were you talking about

with that weird poet out there?

- What weird poet?

Arthur Hollidee's a friend of mine, Nella Della,

and friends make time for each other.

No, look.

Forks on the left, and knives on the right, Johannes.

- I suppose I'll be babysitting this toddler

all day tomorrow.

As long as you don't expect me

to help him out with his essay.

So we're staying home all Christmas break this year,

doing nothing.

- Doin' nothin'?

I have enough work to do, Nella Della.

Johannes, time to work on your essay, okay?

(grunts in interest)

(soft classical music)

- Mm.

(moans softly)

(sighs)

- You been working on this for an hour now

and you haven't finished the introduction yet.

- I just don't know what to write about.

- An introduction should make the reader interested.

You have to make the reader wanna continue reading

the rest of the essay.

Why Greek mythology, son?

- Um, because you told me to?

- (sighs) Oh, Johannes.

- Because I like Greek mythology then?

- Like?

Just like?

Come on, Johannes,

you have to really believe in it.

If you don't believe in it, who will?

It's the same exact thing with my research

in the Ancient Greeks and the Romans.

- As if anyone believes in that stuff.

Johannes,

I'm not your slave.

(scurrying footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

(gasps)

- Aah!

(glass shattering)

- [Mr. Blom] What's wrong?

- He's a leprechaun, in the cupboard.

- Impossible.

- Look! - [Mr. Blom] No.

Nothing's there, maybe a mouse.

- Why don't you guys ever believe me?

- 'Cause you're a frikkin' child, that's why.

- Nella Della.

- Really, Dad, I swear!

I saw a little--

- Johannes, imagination is wonderful

but leprechauns don't exist.

- But Mommy said that at night,

when everybody's asleep, strange things happen.

- Shut up!

(sighs)

- Maybe it was only just a mouse.

- Mm, probably.

Come on, let's go to bed.

Make sure you brush your teeth, come on.

(gasping breaths)

(cat meows)

(purring)

(meows)

- Johannes?

Do you remember what I said?

I asked you not to talk about Mom.

Johannes, I just don't want you to get sad.

Okay?

- Hmm.

- [Nella] Fly.

(meowing)

(crickets chirping softly)

(mysterious music)

(toilet flushes)

(toilet flushes)

(flashlight clicks)

(deep breaths)

(stair creaks)

(deep breaths)

(cat meows)

(angrily meows)

(whooshing) - [Voiceover] Whoa!

- Fly?

(thudding)

(leaves rustling)

(suspenseful music)

(leaves rustling)

(fearful whimpering)

(crunching)

- Aah!

(grunts in pain)

(tense music)

(straining grunts)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(jar thuds)

(tapping on glass)

- Calm down, I won't hurt you.

It's okay.

(whimpers nervously)

My name is Johannes.

- Yo-hannes?

(laughs)

What a funny name! (laughing)

- Shh!

- Shh!

- What's your name?

- My name is Wiplala.

- Wiplala?

- And therefore not a leprechaun.

- Okay, sorry.

How did you end up here?

- I was crawling,

crawling and crawling through a super long tunnel,

and then I saw a light and ended up here.

But then, when I tried sneaking out tonight

I was ferociously attacked by that furry monster.

(hisses)

- Monster?

But that's just our cat, Fly.

He won't hurt you.

- I know, I betwinkled him.

(giggles)

- You what?

- Betwinkled. (chuckles)

That's what Wiplalas do.

- Oh.

(clanging)

Okay, now you can unbetwinkle him.

- What?

- I want my cat back.

- Oh, of course.

Okay.

(high-pitched whining)

(whooshing)

(both grunting)

(wind rushing)

(crackling)

Did I mention that sometimes I can

and sometimes I can't unbetwinkle?

- No.

- Sorry.

(footsteps)

(tense music)

(yawning)

(refrigerator door rattles)

(gentle music)

- Are you comfortable?

- [Wiplala] Yes, very.

Extremely comfortable.

You're best bed maker I know.

(clicks)

- Good night.

- [Wiplala] Good night.

(birds twittering)

(footsteps)

- Dad, you have to go to school.

(grunts)

- Daddy? - Yes?

- School?

(exhales)

- Yeah.

- Aren't you forgetting something?

- Huh, what?

- "Have a good day, Nella Della."

- Yeah.

Have a good day, Nella Della.

(smooches)

- You too, Dad.

Wake up, loser! (gasps)

Dad just left for work, so I'll be leaving too.

So, uh.

- Leaving?

- [Nella] Yeah, I'm meeting Lise and Punk.

They're going skiing and we get to stay home as usual.

How great.

(bed creaking)

(mischievous music)

- Wiplala?

(leaves rustling)

Wiplala.

(Wiplala giggling) (jar rattling)

(munching)

(gulping)

- What is this wonderfully gooey stuff?

(giggles)

♪So many birds up in the sky

("How We Belong" by Perquisite & Ruben Hein)

♪Though it's not a choice to be lonely

♪Turns out that in my little life

♪I never was the one and only

♪Ain't it crazy (chuckling)

(shivering)

♪How much little things count

♪You showed up and turned my world around

- Ready?

♪How we belong

♪Like birds of a feather

♪We can go on (water splashing)

♪If we stick together

(deep gasps)

♪How amazin'

♪There's no thing that we can't do

♪Baby always me and you

(straining groans)

(lotion splattering)

(jabbering) ♪So many troubles in the sea

(blubbering)

♪With you the biggest waves all seem so easy

♪Ain't it crazy

♪How much little things count

♪You showed up and turned my world around

(chuckling)

♪How we belong

♪Like birds of a feather (lips flapping)

♪We can go on

♪If we stick together

- Cheese.

♪How amazin'

- High five?

♪There's no thing that we can't do

♪Baby always me and you♪

(door thuds)

(grunts)

- Johannes?

(door thuds)

Where were you?

- In the city.

Most normal people are leaving on vacation tomorrow.

Uh, what's for dinner?

(inhales)

Jeez Dad, you said you were going to make dinner today!

(footsteps climbing stairs)

(motor buzzes)

(glum instrumental music)

(indistinct chattering on TV)

- This is the best pizza in the world.

- Huh?

- We all think so.

My father and my sister and...

- Your mother?

- My mother thought so, too.

Try it, it's delicious!

(gagging in disgust)

(sniffing)

It smells fine.

- That smells fine?

There's no way I'm eating that.

(whooshing)

(crackling)

- [Johannes] Wow.

- Gooey stuff. (chuckles)

(munching)

(chuckles)

(dog barking) - Hello.

Good boy.

You can do it.

- Fly!

Fly!

- Did we lose Fly?

- Yeah, since yesterday.

- I haven't seen her either.

Fly, come here boy!

Fly!

- [Mr. Blom] Morning. - [Both] Fly!

- Bye, hon.

- Bye, Dad.

- Bye, neighbor.

- Fly!

- Fly, come on!

Fly!

- Fly!

- Fly!

- [Nella] Fly, come on!

- [Emilia] Fly!

- [Nella] Fly!

- Wiplala, time to wake up.

Breakfast in bed for Christmas break.

- Christmas break? (yawns)

- Yeah, Christmas break.

My father is still working

but Nella Della and I are home from school.

- [Nella] Fly!

Fly, come on!

Fly!

(gasps) Fly!

- You were supposed to unbetwinkle Fly.

- Fry?

(thuds)

- Unbetwinkle him.

- Didn't I tell you that sometimes I can

and sometimes I can't?

(whooshing)

(whooshing)

(crackling)

(clatters)

(gasps)

- You can do it.

Here, practice on her.

Unbetwinkle her back to life.

- Uh, that is sort of the problem.

- You have to believe in yourself.

Come on, unbetwinkle her!

Give it a try, come on!

(high-pitched whining)

(loud whooshing)

(crackling)

- Told you so.

- [Nella] Johannes, come 'ere.

(both panting nervously)

If we don't hurry there'll be no Christmas trees left.

Uh, Fly?

Fly?

What happened to poor Fly?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

How is that possible?

- [Johannes] Are you mad at me now?

- Hi.

Um,

it was my fault.

(gasps)

Sorry.

- A leprechaun.

- The name's Wiplala actually.

- Wiplala can betwinkle.

It's kinda magic.

- Okay.

(thuds)

Use your magic to bring her back.

- Um, ha, well, the right term is betwinkle

and did I mention that sometimes--

- Apparently he can only betwinkle

but not,

not unbetwinkle.

Oh.

This was a spider.

- Oops.

(gentle chiming music)

(people murmuring)

- Come on, hurry up, loser.

- Ugh.

Why is she always so--

- What, stupid?

- Where I come from we call it

being temperamental.

(chuckling)

- [Man in Vest] Enjoy your tree, darlin'.

- [Nella] Yep, thank you.

- [Man in Vest] May I help you?

- Why is it so small though?

- 'Cause 20 Euros doesn't buy much, that's why.

- Should I try to betwink--

- Uh, no.

You're not betwinkling anything.

(pleasant music)

(Johannes straining)

Keep it moving.

- Ah, Nella Della, Johannes.

- I'm losing my grip here.

- [Wiplala] Come on, you're almost there!

(thudding)

Come on!

Hurry up!

- Ooh.

Is that a leprechaun?

- I'm not a leprechaun.

- So it's true, they exist.

- No, Wiplala! (high-pitched whining)

(whoosing)

(head clangs)

Uh oh.

- [Wiplala] Oops.

- Unbetwinkle him.

- Uh, sometimes I can unbetwinkle--

- Do it now.

- And sometimes I can't.

- Do it now!

- Uh.

No, Nella Della, no!

- Wiplala!

(whooshing)

(crackling)

(whooshing)

(stone cracking and rumbling)

(dramatic music)

- [Wiplala] Sorry.

(wings flapping)

(pigeon coos)

- Come on Nella Della, let's decorate the tree.

- Where is Dad?

We're telling him everything when he gets home.

- No way, Dad doesn't even believe in leprechauns.

- But I'm not a leprechaun, I'm a--

- A Wiplala, yes, we already know that, thanks.

- Wiplala is our secret.

If you tell him then I have other things

to tell him about as well.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

That you never take care of me, for example.

- Yeah, very true.

(playful instrumental music)

(pigeon coos)

(sighs)

- Arthur.

- Do you know anything about this, Blom?

- No.

I mean it's a nice gesture, but right in front of our door.

(dog barking)

This is Arthur Hollidee, a famous poet.

You know his work, right?

- Yeah, of course.

Who doesn't?

- It doesn't even look like him.

In real life he's much more

powerful.

(whimpers)

- I'm an admirer of Arthur's work

but perhaps this one's a step too far.

How did this get here?

(sighs)

(phone dialing)

(ringing)

Arthur.

- [Arthur] Hello, and at the moment

I'm unable to answer your call.

But please leave a message after the tone

and I'll get back to you as soon as humanly possible.

Thank you.

- Arthur, I'm looking at a very life-like statue of you,

but why is it right outside my front door?

Do you know anything about this?

(long beeping)

Arthur, call me back when you get a chance, please.

I have a surprise, it's from work.

- A Christmas present.

- No, it's better than that.

(resonating holiday music)

- Are we there yet, Dad?

- No.

- Even further?

- It's just a short walk from here, come on.

- Please tell me that you locked up that leprechaun.

- [Wiplala] I'm not a leprechaun.

- What did you say?

- I said I'm not a leprechaun.

- Just our luck, a petrified poet, a petrified cat.

That poet's pretty cool though.

But I do want Fly back.

- Stay together guys.

(sighs)

Here we go, a real restaurant.

- Isn't this too fancy?

- [Mr. Blom] I have a check.

- Couldn't we maybe just get fast food?

- Yeah, or some sushi even.

- Whoa.

Is this the place where the king lives?

- Shh!

(diners murmuring) (soft music)

- And?

Have you decided on your order yet?

- [Mr. Blom] Um.

- I would like to order some french fries, please.

- Pardon?

Dogs, please.

- Me too.

- I'm afraid we do not serve french fries

or hot dogs in this restaurant.

- And sushi?

- No, of course they don't.

- Might I suggest the surprise menu that we offer.

- Oh, sure.

Uh, and (mumbles) that is?

- [Waiter] Here you go, the special of the day.

An excellent choice.

Enjoy your meal.

- Ah, how nice.

Oysters.

- Enjoy.

- Oh come on kids, don't behave so childish.

- I'm trying aren't I?

- Okay.

(squishing)

(slurping)

(gulps)

(slurps)

Delicious, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm.

- Johannes?

That's it.

(clears throat)

(gags)

(whooshing)

- What did I tell you?

(spunky music)

(whooshing)

(whooshing)

(gasping in delight)

- [Both] Mmm!

- Mom, Dad, they have hot dogs!

I want that, too!

- Excuse me.

- [Both] Mmm.

- Huh?

- Bringing in food from outside is prohibited.

- But I'm not even sure how this--

- Sir, I must ask you to leave the establishment

right this instant.

- But this has to be some sort of mistake.

I donno (loud clanging)

(metal clattering)

(gulps)

(knocking)

Let us out!

(lock clicking)

Hello!

We didn't do anything wrong, come on!

We're honest people, let us out!

Please let us out.

- Dad?

- What?

(mysterious music)

- I can explain everything.

- Dad, this is Wiplala.

- Hello.

Well yeah, so that's why I betwinkled the oysters.

- This is unbelievable.

- Yeah, I'm pretty good at food, I admit.

- How could it be the leprechaun

to be responsible for ruining--

- Dad, he's not a,

he's not a leprechaun.

- So then how's a dwarf

ruining my reputation?

I can never show my face in that restaurant again.

- So what?

- They don't even have fries.

- I'll get a record, and I'll get fired from my job,

and what if I lose you guys?

- Dad, stop exaggerating, come on.

- And this is all your fault.

- [Johannes] Dad!

- [Nella] Careful, he can do magic, Dad!

- Hey, it's called betwinkling, okay?

- [Waiter] Guests who bring their own food

should not be allowed to--

- Betwinkling, magic, whatever it is,

get us outta here!

- Mm-hmm.

(high-pitched whining)

(whooshing)

(chiming)

(eerie music)

(doorknob rattling)

(gasps)

(exclaiming) - [Nella] Oh no.

- [Waiter] Here is, uh.

(resounding footsteps)

- Nobody.

- Huh?

The door was locked, right?

- Yeah, yeah, I even locked it myself.

- [Grey-Haired Man] Well where the hell are they then?

- Problem is it's impossible to arrest nobody.

(laughing)

Come on.

- No, wait, wait, wait.

Perhaps they're hiding somewhere.

- Oh yeah, there.

Behind the sticky tape!

(laughing)

(door thuds)

(crackles) (gasps)

(suspenseful music)

(straining grunts)

- Okay, come out!

(struggling grunts)

- Hey, wait for me.

Help me!

(groaning)

Aah!

(thudding on cement)

- [Nella] Oh.

Sorry.

(panting in relief)

- We all made it out in one piece.

Well done, Wiplalala, la, la.

Thanks, I'll give you that much.

All right, now unbetwinkle us.

- No, Dad!

- No, why not?

I wanna be big again, come on.

Unbetwinkle us.

- No!

- But why not?

Unbetwinkle us!

Unbetwinkle us, come on.

(mysterious music)

- I guess there's no harm in trying.

- Trying?

- He can only betwinkle one way, Dad.

- Betwinkle one way?

Come on.

- Uh, that statue of Arthur Hollidee.

- Yeah?

- That is not a statue.

That is...

- Arthur Hollidee.

My friend.

(door creaks open)

(exclaiming in fear)

(footsteps thundering)

(ominous music)

(heavy thudding)

(wind howling)

(metallic rattling)

(descending whistling)

Look out!

(heavy thudding)

Listen up, Wiplala,

I'm hungry, I'm cold,

and I would like to go home

preferably my normal size.

(high-pitched whining)

(Johannes gasps)

- Is there any more Wiplalas that you know of?

- Yeah.

- And, do you know if they can

unbetwinkle people?

- Yeah.

Well, if they passed us, that is.

- Well, then could they maybe--

- We'll go to the land of Wiplalas

where another Wiplala could unbetwinkle us.

- No, not possible.

Everything is extremely tiny there.

- Yeah, but we are too.

We're the same size as you.

- [Wiplala] Yeah.

- What if we just go and try to find another Wiplala?

- Uh.

- Wiplala, you got us into this mess

and now you have to get us out of it.

So tell me,

where is Wiplala land?

Wiplala!

- At the end of a really, really long tunnel,

which begins in--

- In our kitchen cupboard.

- Yeah.

- That's it, come on now.

Let's go home, quickly.

(ominous music)

Hey guys, please slow down.

- Come on Dad, it's just a little bit further.

- We're almost there, Dad.

Right?

- I'm exhausted.

It seems like the smaller you are,

the colder it gets.

(adventurous music)

(tape crackling)

(straining grunts)

(tape crackling)

(rattling)

- Shrimp crackers!

- Biscuits!

- [Wiplala] Food!

- [Mr. Blom] Calm down, guys.

- But Dad, we haven't eaten yet

and we're really, really hungry!

- We cannot steal, that's wrong.

Wrong.

Did you say shrimp crackers?

(loud crunches)

- [Nella] Mmm.

(crickets chirping softly)

(gentle music)

(soft snoring)

- Wiplala?

- Hmm?

- Why are you still awake?

- It's my fault that you guys are small right now.

- I sort of like it.

It's cool.

Hey, tomorrow we're going home.

You'll crawl into that tunnel and get another Wiplala

to make us big again.

(light snoring)

(solemn music)

Do you even want to go back home?

Did you run away?

- It was the night of the big test

where you have the show the board

that you're able to betwinkle.

But sometimes I can,

- And sometimes you can't.

- Did I tell you already?

- (chuckling) Yeah, more than once.

- I really can't ever go back to Wiplala land.

Honestly.

(melancholy music)

(melancholy music)

(doorknob rattles)

(door creaks)

(child making playful noises)

- Grandma, grandma!

Check it out, there's crumbs everywhere. (laughs)

(giggling)

Has mice,

♪Grandma has mice

♪Ooh ooh♪

- Ming, stop it right now and go play!

(high-pitched whining)

Go outside, dear.

- [Ming] Okay.

(dramatic music)

(heavy resounding clangs)

- [Voiceover] Good morning.

We interrupt our broadcast to bring you breaking news.

- Shall I betwinkle?

- No, Wiplala.

What did I tell you?

No more betwinkling humans.

- It is indeed the statue of the poet

Arthur Hollidee, and the statue is causing

an impossible traffic situation.

Nobody knows where it came from all of a sudden.

- [Ming] Grandma, where are the batteries!

- [Grandma] In the drawer, dear.

- [Ming] No, they're not there, I checked.

- [Voiceover] Could you tell me how it ended up here?

- Well all of a sudden it was there

out of the blue like that!

Of course, I knew the poet pretty well.

He used to sit on that bench over there.

- And where exactly did Arthur Hollidee go?

That remains an unsolved mystery,

but one thing's for sure,

his statue is here.

The anonymous artist is asked to come forward.

- The anonymous artist.

(chuckling)

- Otherwise, the city will be forced to remove the statue.

- No.

I'm going home.

Arthur needs my help!

(tense music)

- No, Dad, no!

- [Mr. Blom] Aah!

- Hey!

- What are you doing?

(tape crackling loudly)

(birds chirping)

(grunting)

- [Johannes] Dad!

(creaking)

- Careful!

(Mr. Blom yelling)

Aah!

(groaning)

(ominous music)

(bristles scratching)

(wind rushing)

(coughing)

(heavy thudding)

- [Mr. Blom] Help!

(metallic scraping)

Help!

- How? My God.

(shattering) (gasps)

Oh, Ming!

I told you not to play with the car inside the store!

- [Mr. Blom] Help!

Help!

- [Nella] Johannes, what are you gonna--

- Hold on, Dad!

(squeaking)

- Whoa!

- Dad, dad!

Are you all right?

- Daddy!

- There!

Let's roll him.

(moaning)

Push!

Come on, Dad, come on!

(coughing)

- Don't risk your life like that again, Dad!

- Want a tip?

Little people need to be more careful than--

- Really?

Yeah?

Thanks a lot!

- [Johannes] Rat poison, do not touch.

- It's extremely dangerous here,

we have to leave.

(wheels squealing)

(child making playful noises) (footsteps thundering)

- Aah, Ming!

I told you to take the car outside!

- [Ming] Sorry.

(wheels squealing)

- Yo!

Hey!

- Huh?

- Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

(cackling)

(wheels squealing)

(growling)

(panting)

(wheels squealing)

Aah!

(thudding)

(pattering)

- Stop, Ming!

Knock it off!

- No, but I was going, Grandma.

- Aah!

(chuckles nervously)

Aah!

(thudding)

(wheels squealing)

(levers clicking)

(wheels squealing)

(all groaning)

(smacking)

(speaking in foreign language)

(car thuds and creaks)

(suspenseful music)

- [Grandma] If you buy this one

I'll throw this one in for free.

- [Ming] Grandma, I lost my car!

My car, Grandma!

- Oh, please be quiet, Ming.

- But Grandma, a little man has my car!

- I'm sorry, he's such a pain sometimes.

Be quiet.

I'll be right with you.

Oh Ming, come, I'll give you a treat.

(Grandma straining)

- Ouch, you got my hand, Grandma!

Leave me alone!

There was a little man and he was running

and I'm gonna get him! (bell chiming)

But you don't believe me, huh?

No, I don't want no treat, Grandma!

- Come on, leave it, I'll give you a treat!

(clearing throat)

(nervous chuckling)

All right, sweetie, we'll find your toy later.

Be a good boy and go play outside.

May I help you?

- [Man With Glasses] Yes, I was looking

for some shrimp crackers.

- [Mr. Blom] And now what, Wiplala?

(humming)

(wheels squealing)

(clattering)

- [Grandma] Aah, Ming!

- [Together] Woohoo!

- [Johannes] We're going home, Wiplala!

- [Nella] Whoo! (chuckling)

- Aah! (bell ringing)

(laughing)

(triumphant music)

- That was amazing!

- Thank you, Nella Della,

but this was all your brother's idea.

- [Nella] Well done, little brother.

- He's the smartest little human being I know.

- Of course, he's my little brother, duh.

(both laughing)

Look out!

(people exclaiming)

(wheels squealing)

(glass shattering)

- [All] Aah!

(all exclaiming)

- Oh!

(hooves clopping)

- Ooh ooh!

Aah!

(horn honking)

(bell chiming)

(Mr. Blom exclaiming)

Watch out!

- Dad, let go!

- [Mr. Blom] That wannabe wizard can't drive!

Give me that!

- No, Dad, let go!

Come on!

(all exclaiming)

- [All] Aah!

(wheels squealing)

(wheels squealing)

- [All] Aah!

(water splashing)

(thudding)

("Waltz of the Flowers" by Tchaikovsky)

- Whoa, watch out there.

(all exclaiming)

Wiplala, you're going the wrong direction!

(wheels squealing)

Wiplala!

(tense music)

- Watch out!

- [All] Aah!

(yelps)

(growling breaths)

- Yeah, well, we will.

We will absolutely have to meet

sooner or later, yeah.

- [Mr. Blom] Aah! - [Wiplala] Oh no!

(dramatic music)

(all exclaiming)

- Yes, I agree with you totally.

I think we should discuss it.

Bello, shut it!

No, I'm talkin' to the dog.

- Oh no!

(dramatic music)

(crunching)

(growling)

- Bello.

(growling)

Let go.

Let go, let go!

- [All] Aah!

- [Johannes] Let go of us, please!

- Aah!

(wind blowing)

Aah!

(thudding)

Ah, ah, ow, ow, ow!

- What are you doing with this?

- Aah!

(car creaking)

- [Man With Dog] No, this car is not yours.

- There!

- Help!

Help!

- No.

Bello, no.

No.

(Mr. Blom yelling)

- [Johannes] Let's go!

- Ow, ah!

- Come on, Dad!

- Ow, ow!

My arm!

Ow, ow, ow!

- That doesn't look good at all,

we've gotta get him to a hospital!

- Okay!

(wheels squealing)

What's a hospital exactly, guys?

(siren wailing)

- Slowly.

Good.

(wheels squealing)

(suspenseful music)

(wheels squealing)

(groaning in pain)

- It'll be all right, Dad.

- [Mr. Blom] Hurts so much.

Ow, ah.

- [Voiceover] Babs.

- [Babs] Yes, Dr. Vink?

- Make sure that Lotje eats something today,

we're starting to get worried.

- [Babs] Um, Lotje?

- Yes, that's the little girl that's staying in room 203.

- [Babs] Yes, doctor.

- We have to go to room number 203.

- Room 203, why's that?

- There's a little girl in that room.

- She can help us, Dad!

Grown ups don't understand this, Dad.

(cart rattling)

- Okay, follow the cart.

- Oh no.

- Yes, Mommy.

- Come on, hurry!

- [Voiceover] Hey.

- [Babs] Hi!

(humming)

(door rumble)

- The chart says it's all fine.

- [Voiceover] Oh, great!

(cart rattles)

(doors rumble)

(heavy clang)

- [Voiceover] Hey, Babs.

- [Babs] Hey!

- Yeah, Mom.

Yeah, Mom.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Mom.

My lunch is here.

Bye, Mom.

- You're gonna make sure this plate is empty, okay?

Instructions from Dr. Vink.

- Yeah.

(gasps)

(clattering)

(fearful panting)

Huh?

(growling)

- We come in peace.

(hisses)

Wiplala!

- We won't hurt you!

We promise.

We really wanna ask you something.

- Four little dolls.

Four little living dolls?

- We're not little dolls, we're normal people.

- Yeah, or at least we used to be normal people,

until a certain person!

- [Nella] He can do magic.

- Betwinkle.

- And do you have to stay this little

for the rest of your lives?

- I sure hope not.

I hope not.

(snapping)

Aah!

My arm.

- We were on our way home

but we have to get his arm fixed first.

- I'm glad you asked me to come in here, Lotje.

And I can see you finished up all your food.

Very good.

- I feel pretty good, doctor.

- And what did you want to ask me?

- Um, yeah.

I want to tell you something

but you can't do anything

or tell anyone about it.

- That's what doctors are for.

What is it?

Is something wrong at home, or?

- Do you promise?

- I promise, yes.

(suspenseful music)

- [Mr. Blom] Hello, doctor!

My arm!

(beeping) (gasping)

Hey, wait!

But, please!

- But doctor, you promised!

- Dr. Vink?

- Yeah, I would like a magnifying glass.

- A magnifying glass?

- Yeah, and an appointment for an x-ray.

No ifs and no buts.

- [Mr. Blom] Ow.

Ow.

- Huh.

(playful piano music)

This is the smallest complex fracture I've ever seen.

- What now, doctor?

(crunching)

- [Voiceover] Good evening.

The authorities of Amsterdam are still in the dark

as to the origins of the statue

of the poet, Arthur Hollidee.

Now the poet's disappearance and the sudden appearance--

- All right, guys,

eat well, then get some sleep,

and tomorrow at first light--

- Shh!

- In our wonderful city.

While all the sales of the poet's work have skyrocketed,

the randomly placed statue has turned into

some sort of shrine for the poet.

People are coming out in droves

to show their true appreciation.

- [Crowd] Where do I find the key

that opens the lock to your heart?

- I identify completely with his work.

- Hmm.

- This is written about me.

- While his true fans are inconsolable

the traffic chaos caused by this whole event

worries the city council.

This here is Mr. Verslaggever, municipal official.

- Uh, yes, that's correct.

Uh, hello.

Well, as you know, since the anonymous artist

has failed to come forward

we will be forced to destroy the statue.

(tense music)

- And tomorrow, this is the place where it's happening--

- Arthur!

I've read all 147 of your books

and it's all clear to me now!

Please come back!

- That's my microphone.

- I understand everything!

Oh, Arthur!

Return to us, I beg you!

(sobbing)

- Poor Emilia.

- What? Poor Arthur you mean.

He's gonna be destroyed!

And meanwhile what can we do?

- Dad, let's go over there!

Wiplala can try to unbetwink--

- Not that fake betwinkler.

He's already caused enough trouble!

- But, Dad, we have to give him a chance.

- No, not now, Johannes!

Tomorrow morning we'll go there.

It's too dangerous at night.

- But then it'll be too late.

- I said to, ah!

Ah!

(grunts in pain)

(suspenseful music)

- Sorry.

No.

Sorry.

No.

Huh?

- Are you also thinking about Arthur Hollidee right now?

- Uh,

yeah.

- We should go help him out before it's too late.

- Okay.

(soft snoring)

- I'm going there, and you're coming with me.

- And what about them?

- No, just you and me.

You don't want to get another Wiplala,

so you have to unbetwinkle Arthur, you have to!

- Yeah.

But how, though?

- Do you feel like eating pizza?

- Ugh.

♪Ah ah aah

♪Ah ah aah

♪Ah ah ah ah aah

♪Hey yeah oh

♪And I don't

♪I don't♪

(suspenseful music) (paper scratching)

- Hurry up.

That's it.

(paper scratching)

Hurry up.

What if he's already there?

- [Wiplala] I can't go any faster!

- Okay.

Hands pressed against the wall

and then keep walking.

One, two,

one, two, one, two.

♪Ah ah aah

♪Mm ah aah

♪Aah ah ah♪

(scraping)

(book slamming) (gasps)

- (chuckles) Here's your order, gorgeous.

- (chuckles) I'm sorry?

- A margherita pizza for the pretty lady behind the counter.

- [Babs] I didn't order anything.

- [Delivery Man] Here's the receipt.

Can you read?

- [Babs] Can you read?

Is this some sort of joke?

- [Delivery Man] What do you mean?

No.

You pay for the pizza, it's simple.

- [Babs] I'm not paying for anything.

- You have to pay.

I'm not leaving until you pay for it.

- But I didn't order anything.

- Yes, you did.

- No, I didn't.

- Yes, you did!

- No, I didn't, I said!

Just take that pizza back with you, okay?

(gasps softly)

Hey, did you order a pizza?

Lotje!

- Whatever.

(heavy sighing) This isn't in the least bit funny, okay?

(gasping)

- Nella Della.

Nella Della.

They're gone.

(gasps)

- Dad!

Dad!

- Huh, what?

- Johannes is gone!

- Johannes?

- I think they ordered pizza to the hospital.

- What?

- I said no, it's so dark!

And we're very small.

(tense music)

Stay together.

Always stay together.

- I just don't get it.

(elevator dings)

- Hey!

Hey, hey!

Lotje!

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

They say they didn't order anything.

Yeah, okay.

- Stop!

Sir, sir!

Mister pizza guy!

- Are you the one who ordered the pizza?

It's in here.

Here ya go.

- Yeah.

(gasps)

Shit.

- Shit?

(laughs) Pizza margherita you mean.

11 Euros.

- Johannes!

- [Nella] Johannes.

- But this isn't what I ordered.

- [Delivery Man] Yeah, it is!

Check the receipt.

One pizza, margherita.

- Johannes.

- [Delivery Man] Check the receipt, though.

- What are you doing?

Quick, just jump.

I'll catch you.

Come on!

- Pay up, I don't have all night.

- W-w-wait!

Wait just a little.

- Please, Johannes.

The three of us have to stick together

no matter what happens!

(solemn music)

I promised your mom.

- I'm outta here.

(gasps)

(chain rattles)

(clanging)

- Oh, oh.

- Oh.

(motor growls)

(clangs)

(anxious music)

(melancholy piano music)

- [Lotje] There.

(Johannes grunting)

- Oh, my son.

I wouldn't let you go again.

I was so scared.

Scared I would lose you, too.

(heavy breathing)

- What are you doing out here?

It's the middle of the night.

Lotje.

Lotje!

(snoring)

That's not funny at all, Lotje.

Go to bed.

(giggles)

(Johannes grunting)

- Ugh, Dad!

Everything is going wrong!

Together we wanted to,

he can't do this alone.

(somber piano music)

- Johannes.

Johannes, calm down.

- But it's all my fault, Dad.

- What were you planning to do?

- We ordered a pizza, Dad.

From the pizzeria down the street.

- [Mr. Blom] For what?

- It's the fastest way to get home.

- That's clever.

- Wiplala and I

wanted to go home as fast as possible

to save Arthur Hollidee.

He's the only one that can do it.

- Oh, well,

he's made a mess of it so far.

- No, he hasn't.

- Yes, he has.

- He can do it but not if everyone

keeps telling him he can't.

- It's true, only saying what a person's doing wrong

will hurt their confidence.

- That's exactly what you do to me, Dad.

(solemn violin music)

- Nonsense.

Is it?

- That's what you do, Dad.

- Johannes?

(motor buzzing)

(metallic clanging)

(grunts)

(fearful exclaiming)

(grunting)

(wings flapping)

(pigeon cooing)

- We'll stick to the plan and make our way back home.

If we keep up the pace, you'll see Wiplala's waiting for us.

He's a very clever little guy.

And if he's not home then--

- We'll go out and look for him.

- But, Dad,

we'll never make it home.

- We'll never make it on time.

(ominous music)

- Run!

- [All] Aah!

(flapping)

(fanfare)

- Taxi!

(chuckling)

(flapping)

Whoa!

Shh.

(wind whistling)

- [Nella] Whoa. (chuckling)

- [Johannes and Nella] Cool!

- [Johannes] Woohoo!

(laughs)

- That's awesome!

- [Together] Whoa!

- Unbelievable, Wiplala!

Then we'll make it home after all!

- [Together] Woo!

(giggling)

- Look, the Monument on the Dam.

(triumphant music)

(pigeon coos)

- [Together] Whoa!

- All right, no, no, no, Wiplala!

No more stops, please!

We still have to fly home,

dive into the cupboard,

crawl into Wiplala land and find another Wiplala

to unbetwinkle Arthur Hollidee!

(screaming)

(pigeon cooing)

(coughs)

- This isn't where we live.

- Atlas.

- The place on the Dam.

Hey.

- What is it, Wiplala?

- Is there such a place as Wiplala land?

- No.

Yes, there is.

In my land

there's no one.

- What?

- I couldn't handle it anymore.

I betwinkled wrong on the big test

and everyone made fun of me,

and I got angry.

(chiming)

(crackling) (sobbing)

- You turned them all into stone?

- You couldn't unbetwinkle it?

- I'm staying here.

I'm not betwinkling ever again.

- Hold on,

we can't stay this size forever, Wiplala!

Hey, hey, come back here!

- Dear fans of Arthur Hollidee,

thanks to you and your support,

Hollidee is now more popular than ever.

His entire collection of poetry books

has been topping the best-seller list

across the country!

(clapping)

- Must stay here.

Arthur must stay here.

- [Crowd] Arthur must stay here.

Arthur must stay here, Arthur must stay here.

Arthur must stay here, Arthur must stay here.

- You petrify my good friend and my cat,

and then you shrink us,

and you don't know how to unbetwinkle?

Now we're on top of the highest building in Amsterdam?

- Oh, don't exaggerate, it's not the highest, Dad.

- Oh, no?

I can't exaggerate?

My best friend Arthur Hollidee is about to be demolished

to pieces, but oh, no!

Our Wiplala is just fantastic!

- Dad, please don't do it!

(growling)

- Dad, stop!

(high-pitched whining)

(whooshing)

(stone crumbling)

- Aah!

Aah!

Ugh.

(wings flapping)

Scram!

Get outta here!

Stupid doves.

- Move over that way.

(heavy resounding footsteps)

(dramatic music)

(heavy thudding)

- Rah!

This celetial sphere is so damn heavy.

Hey.

Human.

- You're Atlas, right?

- That is correct, my friend.

I was wondering if you could be so kind to, uh.

(rumbling)

(scratching)

Oh, yes!

Right there!

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, aah.

Yeah, yeah.

I've had an itch there for the last 200 years.

You know what I think is funny?

I see you all walking around down there

and I think, wow, they're so small,

but now I see you all up close. (laughs)

- Normally we're much taller, you know.

(bell ringing)

(coughs)

- Man, that was funny.

Anyway, this sphere here is so heavy

but somebody has to do it.

- Well how do you manage, I wonder?

(speaking foreign language)

- Uh, could you repeat that again?

(speaking foreign language)

- Don't think, but do.

- I'm not buying this crap.

I'm not small,

and this statue is not alive.

I'm going home.

Now!

- Hey, Dad, stay here!

- Don't think, but do.

(yelling)

- Daddy! - Oh, Dad!

- Hold me, please!

Ah, aah!

- Dad, hold on!

(all yelling)

- Help!

- Hey!

- Wiplala, help!

(grunting)

(all screaming)

- Oh, what is that?

Oh, my goodness.

(heavy breaths)

- [Johannes] You look--

- We're back to normal!

- I'm back.

(chuckling)

- Wiplala, I knew you could do it.

Wiplala?

(coughs)

(chuckling)

- Don't think, but do.

(chuckling)

(stone rumbling)

(rumbling)

- Look!

The king!

(applause) (laughing)

- [Woman in Grey Coat] Yeah!

The king!

- Should we wave?

(cheering and applause)

(engine growling)

(ominous music)

- Not so fast, guys!

- Let me go!

Let me go!

Oh, please!

(crowd protesting)

- Wait!

Stop!

That's Arthur Hollidee!

He's not a statue!

(laughing)

- [Voiceover] Silly kid.

- Just believe him!

It's the truth, it's Arthur Hollidee!

(laughing)

(metal squealing)

(crowd protesting)

(crowd quiets)

- [Voiceover] Oh, my goodness, what's this?

This child is standing in front of a bulldozer

with what appears to be a,

it looks like it's sort of a leprechaun.

(moving music)

(whooshing)

(rumbling)

- Oh!

- Arthur?

- A kiss can bring him back to life, I think.

- Only in fairy tales.

- You could try, couldn't you?

(whooshing) (cackles)

(chiming)

(gasping)

(gasps)

- Oh, Arthur.

I've missed you so much.

- Me?

- Yes, you Arthur.

The writer of those beautiful poems.

- Well, thanks, that's nice of you to say.

(applause)

(laughing) (clapping)

- Great, isn't it?

- Yeah!

- Have I told you guys that,

that,

that you're the best children in the whole world.

(heartwarming music)

(clapping)

("Als Je Het Zelf Maar Gelooft" by Alain Clark & Perquisite)

(whooshing)

(joyous gasping)

(whooshing)

- [Johannes] (giggling) Wow.

(laughing)

(whooshes)

(Wiplala laughing)

(laughing)

- One, two, up you go!

(smooches)

Good night, guys.

(yawns)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(crickets chirping softly)

(straining grunts)

(straining grunts)

(straining grunts)

(paper crunching)

- I know how it goes now,

betwinkling.

(sniffling)

- If you can go back, you should go back.

- Thank you.

Without you I couldn't have.

- That's not true.

You have to believe in yourself.

- You, too.

(moving music)

Goodbye, Nella Della girl.

- Mm-hmm.

- Bye, father.

- Bye, boy.

(music swells)

(whooshing)

(sobbing softly)

- He wanted to go.

- Home.

- Yes, of course.

We all want that.

(whooshing)

(laughs)

- [Voiceover] Oh, this is so beautiful!

- He's home.

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music)

- [Mr. Blom] Hey!

(chattering and laughing)

- [Together] Three, two, one, yeah!

(laughing)

(fireworks popping)

(fireworks popping)

(fireworks popping)

(fireworks popping)

(gentle music)

("How We Belong" by Perquisite & Ruben Hein)

♪How we belong

♪Like birds of a feather

♪We can go on

♪If we stick together

♪How amazin'

♪There's no thing that we can't do

♪Baby always me and you

♪So many troubles in the sea

♪With you the biggest waves all seem so easy

♪So many ways that say what you mean

♪To me

♪Ain't it crazy

♪How much little things count

♪You showed up and turned my world around

♪How we belong

♪Like birds of a feather

♪We can go on

♪If we stick together

♪How amazin'

♪There's no thing that we can't do

♪Baby always me and you

♪I promise I won't make promises

♪That I cannot keep

♪You'll have a friend in me

♪To depend on whatever you need

♪Future may take you away

♪Part of you

♪Will always stay with me

♪How we belong

♪Like birds of a feather

♪We can go on

♪If we stick together

♪How amazin'

♪There's no thing that we can't do

♪Baby always me and you

♪How we belong

♪Like birds of a feather

♪We can go on

♪If we stick together

♪How amazin'

♪There's no thing that we can't do

♪Baby always me and you♪