A-ni-ma... What are those words on the screen?
They are the people who paid to make the movie.
You see their names.
- Who are you ? - Tiffany. And you ?
The evil aunt!
You don't look so evil.
Well, I play the evil aunt. I am a comedian.
Nice dress...
I chose it. Real lace.
- Listen! - The film begins.
- At the third ring. - In position !
OK, I'm coming.
- Tomi is waiting for us. - Who?
Tomi Ungerer, the narrator.
It begins!
Once upon a time three wicked robbers
dressed in big black coats and tall black hats.
At night, when everything became dark,
they hid, on the side of the road.
The first robber had a rifle.
The second...
had a horn that blowed pepper.
The third...
had a big red ax.
Whenever they appeared,
the women fainted from fear.
Even the most courageous men ran away.
They were real terrors.
We are dressed in black Brawny shadows
who owned the night
Gold and silver, barely glimpsed Vanished without a sound
Only the moon responds with her twisted laughter When our fearsome rifle thunders
If you resist, you will suffer The beating of your life
Pillaging is a game children play And we are the winners
The rifle clicks and the canon Blows at the horses' nose
A deadly silence then reigns Announcing the end
And the ax, in record time Easily shatters the wheels
Baboum baboum, we warn you Don't be stupid
For the steel can be sharpened And cut your heart like butter
Baboum baboum, we warn you Let us take our booty
For the steel can be sharpened
And cut your throat like butter
I spit on this small town A measly rathole
In the woods, we are the law Cutting short all trials
We mock the constables Even the King's army fears us
To us, fat wallets and paunchy bellies
We won't be stupid Take what you want
But please be merciful Take our money
And spare our lives...
Mercy!
When you are three you can have a lot of fun.
But there are people who are alone.
You understand? Completely alone.
Dear mommy, dear daddy,
the carriage is arriving soon.
I wanted to say goodbye once more.
I miss you a lot.
Every night, every morning and all day.
If only we were together again!
I love you with all my heart.
You are still looking after me, even if you are now in heaven, right?
And me, I look after you, Pimpanella.
Say goodbye, Tiffany.
The carriage awaits.
OK, OK.
- The girl's got her papers? - Of course!
From now on, She belongs to the orphanage.
I don't want to go to the orphanage !
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna!
Help! Help!
Help! Police!
I want my mommy and daddy!!
Help!
Hucking Fell!
Stop making a scene!
Tiffany, children who don't have parents anymore
must go to the orphanage.
I don't want to. Neither does Pimpanella .
Enough!
Let me out!
Hey, we don't want to go to the orphanage.
Hey! Do you hear me?
Help! I want to get out!
Goodbye, little Tiffany. Good luck.
Open the door! I want to get out!
Let me out, I tell you!
Help, I want to stay with the policeman!
I want to stay close to my parents!
Not easy, the life of a policeman.
And those "khit sicking" robbers, they have been running free for 30 years!
Son of a motherless goat!
What a courageous little girl! En route to the orphanage.
That's it for today, then.
Darn it!
Securely locked.
No one can enter, miss Pimpanella.
We are safe in this carriage.
But if you're afraid, come sit next to me.
I'll put an arm around your shoulder, if it makes you feel safe.
Better this way, isn't it?
It was only an owl, silly girl!
Pimpanella, what are you looking for under there?
You'll dirty your pretty dress.
Pimpanella, a little manners!
There, it's better.
Don't be afraid, I am watching over you.
At the same moment, deep in the forest,
three sinister fellows
go to work.
Now, make yourself comfortable.
I am going to read you a story from my book of fairy tales.
Now then...
Once upon a time a maharadjah...
mah-ar-ad-jah...
ma-ha-ra-djah...
who lived in a golden palace.
So, he lived in this palace...and...
The palace was in India and it was all in gold...
Perfectly.
He was icnredibly rich, this maharadjah.
And he lived way over there, in India, a faraway country,
in his palace of pure gold.
And the best thing was, believe me,
the treasure room.
This room was really unbelievable!
It was full of pearls,
of emeralds and diamonds
of gold, silver, rings, necklaces, crowns,
jewels and bracelets all that in gold.
But the biggest treasure was in the children's room.
It was his daughter.
She was a great beauty
and possesed a great courage.
The maharadjah loved his daughter so much
he would do everything to please her.
One day, the nice maharadjah
gave his ravishing daughter an orphanage.
It was,
the classiest orphanage in all India.
He was greeted with cries of joy.
There was no happier
Indian princesses in the world.
All of a sudden...
What is happening?
Yes, what's happening, Grigou ?
Nothing in there. Just a little girl.
A little girl?
Hello.
Hey, watch it!
Take care of the coachman.
Look....a small bag.
It's mine,
you thieves!
Nothing in there.
Hucking fell!
- Junks. - Garbages.
No gold.
Fornicate it!
Bordibordabouze!
Put the safety on, Rappiat !
Calm down, Grigou.
Come, Filou ! Nothing to take here. Let's go!
Bordibordabouze ! What a miserable day...
An all-star team
and the only coach that passes carries a kid!
What did I do to deserve this?
Hey, thieves! Stop !
Don't leave me alone!
We aren't thieves, we are brigands!
Brigands!
Wait! Take me with you!
After all, I am your booty!
Alright then, forget about your gold!
Oh yes, miss Pimpanella,
it seems to me that these gentlemen
HAVE ENOUGH GOLD ALREADY!
Gold?
Did you say gold?
I don't see any gold. Only a little girl.
Children don't have gold.
But it just so happens
that my father is a very rich maharadjah.
He has so much gold... that...
You are lying!
You can exchange me for my father's gold.
that way, everyone is happy.
What say you? These are hard times.
Darn right, they are hard!
We should give it a try.
Listen, little girl!
From now on, you're our prisoner.
There is no possible escape .
Resistance is futile.
Yeahh!
Let's go!
The day is over, brothers.
Throw the little bawler in a corner.
She sleeps with closed fists.
What if we put her...
in our bed?
Never! Over my dead body!
It was the first night...
Sparks are going to fly...
Sparks are really....really going to fly...
I am cold.
My children!
My dear little orphans!
That I love so much...
I am upset.
Grégory, wake-up!
Auntie's upset again and we're late again!
Hurry!
Did you hear?
We broke her heart and deceived her.
Wake up!
How can one torture one's best friend like that?
in the middle of the night?
What is the golden rule?
You!
no beet, no love...
I don't hear you.
no beet, no love.
Exactly!
Repeat. Everyone!
no beet, no love.
Very simple. Isn't it?
At least that's what we think.
How many beet sugar do you see?
That's all that I am in your eyes?
Nothing more?
In such conditions, how can I love you,
my dear little ones?
Good morning!
Well, well.
Our gentlement have finally decied to get out of their bed?
I hope you had enough rest.
What is he doing arriving at this time of the night?
Where is the little girl?
Robbers, ma'am. By the dozen!
They abducted the girl.
I fought like a lion, but there were too many of them.
Too many.
But I saved the coach.
He let them take the girl!
Too bad!
Doesn't he know what awaits him if he disappoints me?
He lost her.
He didn't bring her back!
Take this! And this!
I hope it hurst!
Useless!
Slave!
Bring me another whip!
Today, the orphans will show me
the extent of their love!
I wan to see tons of beets.
no beet, no love!
Go!
You two, stay here.
Alright then, my special little friends.
Just us, now.
Machine chore!
No, pity, not machine chore!
I'd really like to know what this machine does.
They sleep still.
Damned bats, you don't scare me.
Hello, spider!
Look, Pimpanella...
the world is so beautiful!
Look, a spyglass!
But it's horrible!
It's not possible !
The poor children!
That must be the orphanage.
Lucky us we didn't get there!
Mr. policeman, you don't seem to understand
the gravity of the situation.
Do you know how much I suffer
from not being able to take this little girl under my wings?
Here, in this cozy little orphanage of mine.
Ma'am, I...
Taratata Stop pestering me.
If the snot-nosed little turd is not in my field tomorrow,
I will make your already miserable life hell
As you wish.
Bring me the girl And hurry!
As you wish!
I'll have the Wanted posters printed.
Already so much work in the early morning.
Your coffee smells good! I applaud you, Pimpanella.
Good morning!
It's beautiful.
And it smells good!
Your gold, how do we get it, little miss?
Matter of fact, it's very easy.
With a letter. A ransom demand.
So that my dad knows
you have kidnapped me.
- A letter? - From us?
Yes, so that he sends the gold.
And then, you set me free.
Sounds good to me. Very smart.
The thing is...
What, what thing?
My father is so far away.
It's very far from here, where he lives.
We must wait a little bit before the gold arrives.
And how long is a little bit?
Well, let's say... one or two...
Minutes?
Hours?
Days?
Weeks.
That long?
But where is he, anyway, your dad?
In..in..in....India.
Where is it, this In-in-in-India ?
In India, idiot!
Don't that beat all! In In-in-in-India!
Can I think in peace, for once?
Thinking about what, Grigou ?
About how we're going to
get our gold!
With a letter. I told you.
-Of course, a letter. - Silence!
You idiots!
Problem is...
What problem?
- He can't write. - Neither can you.
I can write!
Two weeks, Grigou.
The little girl won't bother us.
And she makes good coffee.
About the coffee, it was miss Pimpanella.
So cute. Heh, Grigou ?
Guys, I need paper and ink!
She is still angry.
Nothing worse than machine chore.
Oh it stinks, this beet porridge!
Grégory, taste this, you won't believe it!
It's insane!
What can it be?
I have no idea. But it comes from the beets and...
it's really good!
Must be the syrup. Beet sugar.
How come they never give us this for dinner?
Because the sugar is not for children.
It's bad for your health,
for yor teeth, your belly...
Sparks are going to fly!
Write: "Dear Mr. Maharadjah..."
"Dear" is not good.
It's a ransom letter, not a normal one.
I am a robber, not a blackmailer!
Then write: "Honorable Mr. Maharadjah..."
No, too polite.
I'll just write: "Maharadjah."
You write very well!
Write: "Maharadjah...
"we abducted your daughter."
No, no...
"We abducted your daughter..."
"Abducted..."
No, wait..."kidnapped your daughter..."
No, abducted... kidnapped...
Writes "abducted". Etc., etc... Bla bla bla...
"And not a word to the police!"
Understood?
Then, what?
"Maharadjah...
"Maharadjah, we abducted your daughter..."
No, no. "We kidnapped your daughter."
"Abducted..."
Oh yes, of course: "kidnapped."
No, abducted!
Kidnapped. Write kidnapped.
"And not a word to the police!"
- Understood? - "Poo-li-ce."
Done!
I've had enough. I am running away!
- What? - We run away. Together.
Auntie said we can't run away.
Or we'll suffer worse fate than the three brothers.
They were eaten by wolves.
On the nights of the full moon, you can hear them howl.
You're stupid to believe that!
Come on, Nicolas. The sheets, quick!
Aïe, your foot !
An escape attempt.
How cute!
They are too weak for the outside world.
They will come back.
Hurry!
Say, Tiffany, where did you learn to write?
My mom taught me.
Me too, I'd like to learn how to write.
I can show you!
Me? With those fingers I got?
Why, yes!
Wouldn't be bad if I could write.
- I would write my "mamoirs". - Rappiat...
"Memoirs."
"My life as a robber or The memoirs of Rappiat."
Stop!
The mail box.
Now, post it.
Someone will find it?
Of course! Everone passes by here.
My sublime confectionery machine
of beet sugar.
Hmm, what do I want?
A buttercream cake?
No. Some mint candy?
No, no. A barley sugar.
A barley sugar, barley sugar...
And for dessert,
a triple Genovese cake with jelly...
Oh yes! The dessert !
Alright, it's in the box!
In two weeks, we'll have the gold.
And I'll be free. I will be able to leave at least.
Youpi!
Yes... Isn't it wonderful?
You will go home
back to your papa in In-in-in-India.
Yes, it'd be good. Home, finally.
In our golden palace.
With my three brothers.
- What? - You have brothers?
- Three? - Yes.
Super brothers!
One plays hide and seek with me as much as I want.
Another plays magic tricks
with elephants!
Abracadabra!
And the third,
has a flying carpet.
And we fly...until...
Enough of chit chat! We need to get to work.
Ah, yes, work...
Come, my brothers.
We'll bring you a little something.
What a magnificent night!
Rappiat!
Good luck and great booty!
- Tiffany... - Yes?
Make yourself comfortable.
He's right. Make yourself at home.
A flying carpet...
I'm hungry!
You hear that? What?
Shut up, I hear nothing.
Maybe it was just the luminous worms.
Careful...
Your hand...
Hold on.
One less.
Little bear, little bear, you have come out
Little bear, little bear, return home
Little bear, little bear, turn back
Little bear, little bear, no detour
Little bear, little bear, how old are you?
105 year old !
1, 2, 3...
4, 5...
6...
I am a little Indian princess.
Well, look at that!
A real little brigand.
You've really got some gold!
What do you do with all that?
We conceal it.
Why?
And then?
Once you concealed it, what do you do?
What do you mean?
No idea.
It stays here.
In our cave.
We put it here.
We brought you something, little princess.
A little piano.
But don't break it!
You're very nice.
But I don't know how to play the piano.
Come on, brothers!
- To your instruments! - Yeah!
Me too, an instrument! Filou, please!
Take this.
But only three shots.
Now?
No, no.
Now.
We are so much better in the forest
than at the orphanage.
Isn't that right, Nicolas?
Tomorrow, we'll gather wood in the morning
to build a fire at night.
Yeah.
Aïe!
- Good night, Nicolas. - 'Night, Grégory.
Sleep...
Sleep, my adorable children...
Tomorrow, another beet harvest awaits you.
You need to be in good shape.
Have sweet dreams.
no beet, no love.
Sleep...
with your fists closed.
The second night...
Well, Mr. Pivert, it's enough.
I warned you.
For disturbance of peace during daytime.
A ticket for mr. Pivert...
Your name?
Good morning, my dear brigands!
- Morning, princess. - Morning, Tiffany.
Today, reading and writing lesson.
- Yeaah! - Cool!
We are ready.
I will teach you the alphabet.
Incredible!
Wonderful!
Wow!
Check it out, I can write! Look!
And I can read!
Bravo!
"Consequently, it is obvious that
"all men are equal.
"That their Creator has gifted them
"with inalienable rights,
"such as life, liberty
"and aspiration for happiness."
Guys, you score ten out of ten!
For you, no ticket. You don't even exist.
You are only the product of my unbridled imagination.
I am really hungry.
Overthere, look! Wild fruits!
Miam, what a delight...
Beet porridge!
Disgusting!
Meringue cake,
with caramel, strawberry and whipped cream!
What a feast-feast-feast!
Gentlemen, there is absolutely no doubt about the nature...
of your schemes. Offending modesty and decency...
Come on!
I am therefore obliged to cite you...
Where was I?
Look. Isn't it the policeman?
He sees nothing, hears nothing.
We can plunder quietly.
I am sure he also cites snails.
For excess of speed!
What a simpleton!
Coucou, Tiffany !
What?
Bordibordabouze !
I doubted it.
One would say it's Tiffany.
We can read now.
So let's read!
"Ti-ffa-ny..."
Tiffany!
A wanted notice.
Maybe she's got a twin sister.
Obviously... Who is also named Tiffany !
Well, it's possible.
"Dis-app-eared"
She disappeared. Tiffany is wanted, like us.
Yes, wanted.
"The little orphan Tiffany."
- Orphan? - An orphan?
So she has no parents.
So there is no maharadjah.
Nor elephants or brothers.
Nor a single ounce of gold!
Hello, my dear brigands.
So, nice booty today?
What does it read?
It reads : "Disappeared.
"The little orphan... Tiffany."
Can you repeat it?
"Disappeared... the little orphan...Tiffany..."
You thought to lead
a life of luxury here?
Making fools out of us, like that?
I wanted to be brigand.
Do you take us for idiots?
Stupid brigands?
Who let themselves be bossed around by an orphan?
Grigou...
It's true...
I am an orphan.
I am not worth an ounce of gold. And now,
I am going to the orphanage.
That's where orphans belong.
Tiffany, you're not going...
Adieu, Rappiat.
Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed
Grigou, for the love of Heaven,
she is going away!
To the orphanage.
Grigou, Tiffany is going to the orphanage!
Divine... this silence!
Wonderful silence. A silence of absolute quietness.
- Rappiat... - What?
Oh yes...
Grigou, little Tiffany is alone in the forest.
Without her doll.
Does she really have to go to the orphanage?
Leave me alone! It's the middle of the night.
I don't care about that little liar.
True. You're right, Grigou.
After all, those children are only orphans.
Eh, Grigou... "no beet, no love!"
Stop it, for heaven's sake!
Bordibordabouze !
Luminous worms, Nicolas, nothing more.
We are surrounded by measly little luminous worms.
Hello...
A girl!
A little girl.
I think you're an orphan.
Yes. How do you know?
Because the day before yesterday,
a little girl's been kidnapped.
We are also orphans. We ran away.
- My name is Grégory. - Me, Nicolas.
And you?
Tiffany.
The third night...
We were orphans.
Now we're free and we want to see the world.
The world is waiting for us!
Nobody is waiting for me.
And the world doesn't interest me, I already know it.
It will pass. In a moment, you will stop suffering.
Here. A gift.
I can't believe it! You stole that from someone?
Whatever. I am not a thief.
I can't believe it!
We are rich! We have the means to live!
We'll buy a house. No, a boat.
To navigate.
Or a carriage, with bunks.
Better yet: a carriage and a boat.
Gold, gold, gold... I don't care for this darn gold!
The brigands kidnapped me for more gold.
Brigands?
They don't care if I am an orphan.
They don't know what it is to be alone.
Where areyou going?
- To the orphanage. - Tiffany, you're crazy!
Children who no longer have parents have to go there.
That's the way it is.
Wait!
- We stay together. - Don't leave us!
You want to be mistreated by that horrible woman?
There, look. You really want to go there?
At least, there are other orphans there. Like us.
Without this dragon lady, it wouldn't be so bad with the others.
How many children are there?
About 20. Maybe even 80.
Whatever!
There are at least 300. 765, even!
- And only one keeper? - One.
A single keeper...
But she is uber-dangerous.
She lives at the top of the tower.
The Devil knows what she does there.
Come on!
There she is!
She is really going to the orphanage.
There are two others with her.
We have to get there, Grigou !
I...can't, brothers.
Not the orphanage.
Not the evil aunt.
I don't have the courage.
I'm afraid.
Together, we can do it. We do it for Tiffany.
Ain't that right, Rappiat ?
Filou is right, brother. Let's go!
Sshhh, quiet! Don't let them hear us.
All the children sleep.
They are exhausted by the harvest.
The keeper is still on her feet.
At night, she is in her tower
and people hear strange sounds.
Like "gnark, gnark..."
- Beware the coachman. - Why?
Always hidden in a corner.
- Then he charges. - Catching you by surprise.
Let's go up to the keeper's room! Follow me!
We prefer staying here...
- We'll keep watch. - Cowards !
- Later. - Later.
A little chocolate...
And another little chocolate...
What is that?
Look at that!
But it's not possible!
I am dreaming, it's not possible !
Welcome, dear spectators...
to our presentation:
"The dumbest orphans in the world."
My dear Nicolas...
My beloved Grégory...
You are candidates for this piece?
Very well.
And...are you at least dumb enough for the parts?
We'll see, won't we?. We'll have fun.
I sing...and you dance.
Let's begin!
The forest, it's for brigands
Halli... Hallo...
Who did that?
There are more up here! Plenty of cakes!
Up to the ceiling!
How dare you?
Quick, Tiffany, run!
She is coming!
Let go off me, dirty witch!
Let go off me!
What a bad-mannered little girl!
Catch them!
The three robbers... in my castle!
Help!
You have nothing to do here, in my realm!
Get out of my orphanage!
Or I'll call the police!
I'll see you there! A course in the forest!
I am arresting you, for excess of spee...
They are gone.
I can't believe it!
It's Grigou, the wily little turd.
And his brothers...
Rappiat, the big dope.
And Filou, the clumsy lout.
Well then, my little runaways, how you have grown.
It's already 30 years.
We have brought you your doll, Tiffany.
Pimpanella. You forgot her, Tiffany.
Plus, we wanted to ask you...
if you want...
Yes?
If you want to go home with us.
We miss you.
Life is so much more colorful
when you are with us.
And your laugh, it tickles
our brigands' ears.
Grigou!
Not so fast!
I, too, have something to say.
It is expressly stipulated, in the orphan code,
that parentless children's place
is and always will be at the orphanage...
Touché.
I got it!
In this movie, bad people don't belong.
In that case, I can go. Right?
I am going!
Is that how you thank me?
You will never see me again.
There, for your trouble.
And to finish, I will treat myself to a strawberry ice scream...
I meant... a strawberry ice cream...
Alright, alright...
It tickles...
I feel funny...
I am dizzy...
Adieu, ungrateful little bastards!
What's happening down there?
Brigands' hats!
Who says brigands' hats says brigands !
Listen everyone!
Brigands, come out!
There is no brigands here. Only orphans.
And where is the venerable keeper?
- On leave. - Yes, on "administrative leave".
At the Eskimos!
A real mystery .
She was really frosty.
Anyway, it's perfect.
This house is ours now!
A little correction :
This house is from now on communal property.
And I am the person in charge.
We are buying it!
Nicolas, the gold piece.
It's really nice of you, children,
but I am afraid it's not enough.
That was when the brigands brought a little gold
And bought the house for the children
The story traveled to ports and castles
and had troublesome effects
Some days, people found children under the porch
But they were welcomed without questions
More and more children under the torches
Were dressed in red hoods
You could hear from afar laughters and sparkles
That crackled the abode
All those little red-hooded brigands lived with joys and pleasures
In this orphanage of happiness
And the story ended well for those joyous toddlers
For they became big and handsome
They married and you can guess what they became
They, in turn, had beautiful children of their own
Then they built their houses two feet from there.
Soon, it became a small town
where people wore red hats
and red coats.
To finish, they built a wall
with three imposing towers.
One tower for each brigand.
As a sign of gratitude.
We are dressed in black Brawny shadows
Who own the night
Gold and silver, barely glimpsed Vanished without a sound
Only the moon responds with her twisted laughter When our fearsome rifle thunders
If you resist, you will suffer The beating of your life
Pillaging is a game children play And we are the winners
The rifle clicks and the canon Blows at the horses' nose
A deadly silence then reigns Announcing the end
And the ax, in record time Easily shatters the wheels
Someone will find it?
Of course! Everyone passes by here.
Pillaging is a game children play And we are the winners
The rifle clicks and the canon Blows at the horses' nose
A deadly silence then reigns Announcing the end
And the ax, in record time Easily shatters the wheels
Baboum baboum, we warn you Don't be stupid
For the steel can be sharpened cuts your heart like butter
Baboum baboum, we warn you Leave us your booty
For the steel can be sharpened
Cuts your throat like butter
We are in our home Hidden deep in the forest
There is no more gold but we know we will find more
Hands in the air, don't move This is a surprise attack
We take everything Nothing is excluded
Young people, old people We rob everyone
Baboum baboum we warn you Don't be stupid
For the steel can be sharpened cuts your heart like butter
Baboum baboum, we warn you Leave us your booty
For the steel can be sharpened
Cuts your throat like butter
I spit on this tiny town A measly rathole
In the forest we are the law Cutting short all trials
The policemen, we mock them Even the King's army fears us
To us, fat wallets and paunchy bellies
We are not stupid Take what you want
But take only our money And spare our lives...
Bordibordabouze !
What does it mean, bordibordabouze ?
It means... It's a bad word...
It means...
It means "hucking fell"...
Exactly.
Bordibordabouze !
Adaptation : Carole Formont
Sous-titrage : Vdm English translation: Croaker