Bother!
We may end up fighting with them. - I only want one.
No way.
They'll be here in 20 minutes. - OK. I've got to go out.
Can you manage? Or would you like me to stay to say hello?
You can go, dad.
Do you know who that is?
Hey!
Hey, Alex?
I live over there.
I don't have that much time to talk.
I need a new horn. - Will you come up after that?
No, I'll have to test the new horn.
Excuse the mess.
It's because Filip's dad is moving his stuff out.
It's good you came. Filip's in there.
He's not very happy.
Filip?
A visitor.
Right... cheerio.
Are you upset? - No, are you?
No, I just thought we had a meeting. At my place. At 3.
Never mind, though. It's just the sea being green.
You what? The sea's sad, so everyone else is.
So no wonder you didn't feel like a meeting.
Doesn't anything get through to you?
We were having you on.
That expedition sounded just a bit too weird.
I know why you say so.
It's because your dad is moving out.
If you ever say that again I'll really beat you up.
And I'll be watching out to make sure you don't tell anyone else.
Hi. - Hi.
Why didn't you eat the rum clusters?
Maybe you went out to play instead? - Yes, we were outside.
Was it fun? - Yes.
These rum clusters are perfect.
For throwing.
No! Stop it! No!
Right!
Right then. We were going to do the kitchen anyway.
I've been out to supper three days in a row with mum and dad.
How was your weekend, Filip? - I spent it with mum and dad.
But they're splitting up. That's what I'd heard.
It's not true. - I hear your dad's moved out.
Who told you? - Loads of people.
It wasn't me.
Hodder!
You sneaked about my dad!
Hey, Hodder?
How's the world saving going? - Not too well.
It's not exactly easy. - No.
Maybe we shouldn't bite off more than we can chew.
But dreams don't cost anything, do they? They don't cost anything.
I think somebody's waiting for you.
Shall we share my rum whirl?
You can have the middle.
Eat it yourself.
Eat it!
I've got to run. We're celebrating because it's Friday.
We're having beef burgers. - Stop!
What's that?
My wristwatch.
It's a lady's watch.
I inherited it.
It's wrong. The date, too.
It's not working at all. - No. It's stopped.
You wear a lady's watch that's stopped?
So I can remember the date. - You what?!
So I can remember the date.
Why aren't you eating?
Eat up.
How's school? - Fine.
If something's wrong, say so. It's no good bottling it up.
What about your mates? Isn't that Filip bloke OK?
Actually he's standing right down there.
He's what? - Standing in the street.
In the rain? Why?
Go down and bring him up. Tell him he can have some supper.
Want to come up?
We've lit our advent candle and we're having beef burgers.
You'll catch your death of cold.
I hate you, Hodder.
I wasn't the one who sneaked about your father.
Filip sends his regards. He's caught pneumonia -
- and probably won't be back until Christmas.
Now, the digestive system...
Hodder?
Hodder, this is where it's at.
The gut absorbs nourishment and vitamins.
The parts of our food that the body doesn't need -
- are transported onwards as waste.
I'm going to show you something. - No, Kamma.
Yes, Miss Asta K. This is actually sheep's gut.
We call it "Mos sausage".
True, these guts sometimes smell a bit iffy.
Miss Asta K, may I suggest that you put your head between your knees?
Oh, no!
There, there, relax!
I've got everything under control.
All you hear is my voice. You are relaxing completely.
All you hear is my voice. You can feel your heart beat slowing.
You're relaxing completely.
Deep, deep breaths.
All you hear is my voice.
When you wake up you'll love guts.
Miss Asta K?
Miss Asta K...?
I can wake her up. - Oh, no, you don't, Hodder.
Wake up, Miss Asta K. Wake up to the loveliest perfume.
Wake up to the scent of Harem Dreams.
Hodder? Why am I lying down?
Relax... we've removed the guts from your belly.
Hodder, you've done it again!
SCHOOL PS YCHOLOGIST
Come in.
Do you know Guambilua?
Should I? - No.
Dear inhabitants of Guambilua, -
- I am very sorry I haven't saved you yet.
Filip and Alex had me on.
Miss Asta K fainted and I saw the school psychologist.
Lola is practically my only hope.
Hodder? Are you game? - Game? I think so.
For what? - Just come on down.
OK.
What now? - Hop in.
...The boxing meet, please. What about that trip of ours?
I've got school. And I'm seeing the school psychologist.
Surely you can get time off to save the world?
What about my dad? - Oh, don't worry about him.
It'll do him good to fend for himself a bit.
Good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen -
- to this titanic encounter. In the blue corner -
- the reigning world champ, Melvin Doomsday Olsson!
I'll crush him.
And in the red corner -
- tonight's courageous challenger, the poet of the ring, -
- the man from the oatmeal packet, Big Mac Johnson.
Today I'm the winner. I'll have you for dinner.
I'll knock off your socks. I was born to box.
Come and get it, man. I can box, I can.
Box!
Watch his straight left.
Watch it! He's deadly!
Are we allowed? - As long as we don't ask.
Well then? Can you hear me, you idiot?
Anything you say I can hear With my ears, as you hear.
Your eyes are clearing. The swelling's going down, too.
You'll be all right.
But what terrible rhymes!
I've won the match. I'm a natch.
You lost, you great narnah. I said watch his straight left.
His straight left Was like a bombshell.
Melvin's mean left Made Big Mac unwell.
See you around, Big Mac.
Hi, Big Mac.
I like the way you rhyme. - I do it all the time.
You were great. While it lasted.
Ever heard of Guambilua? - Would a song title suit ya?
Would you like to come on an expedition and save the world?
We're starting with Guambilua but with you along we could go farther.
I'm through with boxing I'll do more rhyming.
Are you coming? - You couldn't be righter.
The sooner the better.
So we're on. You and me and Big Mac.
Can I ask you a question?
You've got one minute. And not about my perfume.
The school psychologist says -
- that Big Mac Johnson is a figment of my imagination. But look!
Wow!
And now I'd like a week off to go to Guambilua.
Hodder, quite honestly...
I won't tell you fairies don't exist.
But the fairy told me to save the world.
Hodder, let me tell you...
A fairy once came to see me, too.
Or possibly an elf. I was 9 years old and I had swimming.
The elf told me I'd be the world champion.
At breast stroke. - How fantastic!
Yes, I was thrilled to bits.
Until I realized it was a dream. - A dream?
Yes, a dream, Hodder. Precisely. Think about it.
It's not that I don't want to hang around with the kids from school.
But I need a thinking break. And a dream break.
And a save-the-world break. And a fairy break.
I've been thinking.
If I had to save the world, right?
I wouldn't start in a small way after all.
I'd start with me.
Because... there's plenty to work on.
Have a lovely Christmas! - Merry Christmas!
Oh, there you are! I'd like to start by saying -
- that I'm not going. Christmas is coming.
And I need to find a Christmas present for dad.
And Miss Asta K says it was all a dream.
And the bakery lady says I should start with me.
You are the Chosen One.
Excuse me, fairy, but is that all you can say?
The world, Hodder. The world!
The world!
Look at me, Hodder!
I don't know how to save the world.
Look at me.
There's not far to go. Far less than you think.
But Guambilua's a long way away.
Guambilua'll make a good start. But Hodder, -
- if you can't go to Guambilua perhaps Guambilua'll come to you.
Mum?
Look! - What's that?
A conker fairy. - Oh, yes. Very good.
Filip! Filip!
You know it's the last day of term, right, Hodder?
So we want our teacher to be happy. I hope you see that?
So we've agreed you won't say a word in class.
If you don't think you can manage that, you'd better go home now.
I'll keep quiet. - Not just quiet.
Invisible.
Have you brought a candle and matches, Hodder?
Is that a candle? I said "Is that a candle?"
No.
Let me see! Come on, give it to me!
What the hell is this? - A conker fairy for Miss Asta K.
You think she wants anything this ugly?
We're meant to bring candles, not conkers.
We don't want to see you without a candle. We do things in style.
Style, Hodder.
Can I borrow a candle? - Are you crazy?
You think we're your babysitters? This is school.
And you don't belong in our class. Go home.
You've no style.
Hey, Hodder!
Give my regards to your mother.
A child is born in Bethlehem
Bethlehem
Rejoice, Jerusalem
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Stop it!
The water's silver. You can walk on it.
No. - It's silver.
It's green. It's sad.
Do you hear? It's green. It's sad.
Our suffering is now all gone
Now all gone
Today a saviour has been born
Hallelu...
Come in and sit down.
We'll go on with our carol. - Just a moment!
Hodder has forgotten his candle. - Didn't you bring a candle?
So we told him he couldn't come.
He can have mine.
What about you? Now you've no candle.
In the starry light blue sky
Light blue sky
To church we will now wend our way
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Football boots? You want football boots?
Just beginner's boots. - I didn't know you played.
Filip does.
If you could have anything you wanted, what would you wish for?
That I could put posters up in the daytime.
Then we could spend much more time together.
Come over here.
Right on, team! - Right on, team, dad.
I reckon you'd like a new wife as well.
How about a really pretty one with high heels and red lips?
I could make do with less. - Her name is Lola.
Lola?
But I doubt if she wants to get married.
People don't all have to be married or to go out with someone.
Lots of them are quite happy with one dad or mum. Just look at us!
Yes, just look at us!
Yes, OK. How about some dessert?
Hodder!
Hodder?
I thought it was you.
This letter came ages ago.
It landed outside our town hall.
I'm the Chief of Guambilua.
My name is William Ludo.
You weren't easy to find. - No, it's a big city.
And the world is even bigger. But I found you.
Thank you, Hodder E. Jacobsen. - Merry Christmas, Hodder!
What about our trip? - This is the Chief of Guambilua.
We got this letter from Hodder. Our first ever.
Letters are lovely.
Big Mac Johnson! In my street!
Upon this night, upon this night With no stars in the sky
We stand here all together And gaze at Hodder on high
Yes, Hodder deserves our thanks. He sent a letter -
- across the great ocean.
Now we know we're not forgotten.
Thank you, Hodder! A thousand, thousand, thousand times over!
Think nothing of it. - Want to come?
To Guambilua? - Yes. Come with me.
We're going the same way.
We'd like to honour you. - Coming, Hodder?
I'd better stay here. I'm going to see Filip.
We'd really have liked to see you on Guambilua.
But be happy, Hodder! Goodbye!
Keep well! Farewell!
Goodbye, Big Mac Johnson, poet of the ring.
Goodbye, William Ludo, Chief of Guambilua.
Goodbye, Lola, lady with no surname.
You didn't go with them?
No, this is where I belong. - Who are you talking to?
Hi! My name's Lola. - Hi! I'm Hodder's dad.
Hi, Hodder's dad!
Hi.
Right...
Hey, Lola?
Yes? - Want to come up for dessert?
Not that it's anything special. But we're getting a new kitchen.
So will you come?
Yes. I've nothing else to do, so...
OK!