Soyuzmultfilm presents
After the story of Astrid Lindgren
Junior and Karlsson
written by Boris Larin
directed by Boris Stepantsev
art directors Youry Butyrin, Anatoly Savchenko
camera Michael Druyan, & ass. N Nayashkova music Gennady Gladkov sound Boris Filchikov
Assistant director E. Shilova cutter V. Turubiner
animators Renata Mirenkova, M. Kuprach, Olga Orlova, S. Zhutovskaya, Oleg Safronov,
Anatoly Solin, Youry Butyrin, Victor Likhachev Antonina Alyoshina, Victor Shevkov, Anatoly Solin,
artists Inna Pshenichnaya, Ye. Tannenberg, Lev Arkadyev, Nikolai Yerykalov, L. Rybchevskaya, Irina Svetlitsa
voice artists Clara Rumyanova (Kid) , Vassily Livanov (Karlsson)
executive producer A. Zorina script editor Raisa Frichinskaya
- Bobik, Bobik. Com here. I said come here!
- Tell me please... Did you have to get into a fight?
Any argument can be resolved with worlds.
You seem to have it all sorted.
Dad, you have mum... ...and mum, you have daddy.
But i don't have anyone. No one! not even a dog.
- Excuse me, could I possibly land here?
P-p-pardon?
- Land, let me land here! Can't you see?! I'm loosing my strenght!
S-s-sit down please.
- So... Let's continue our conversation. What is your name?
- Mine? - Yes, yours. Not mine!
- J-J-Junior. - Hmm... Jun... No! It needs to be done like this!
What is my name? Karlson who lives on the roof!
Nice?
Yes.
- But you can call me simply... ...just Karlson. So, hello Junior.
- Hello Karlson. - Very good.
Let's continue our conversation. How old are you?
- Seven. - What?! Seven?!
- W-why? - I throught you were eight.
Why are you looking at me? Why don't you ask me how old am I?
I'm sorry. How old are you?
- I'm a man in tip-top shape... ...in my prime!
- Really? At what age does this 'prime' come?
- Well, you know... Let's not talk about this.
- Can I push this? - Go ahead!
Stop! Do you have any jam?
- Yes. - Bring it here!
- Can I push it again? - Go ahead!
Wow!
- Junior, you won't be bored with me! - What are you doing?
- I'm just fooling around a bit. - But it will fall down.
Relax. Take it ea...
It did fall! I swear, it fell down! Did you see?! Into smithereens!
- Into smithereens! I'm just wondering what will mum say?
- Mum, mum... Such is life.
I'll give you 10000 chandeliers tomorrow. Let's fool around a bit more.
- I can imaging how angry my dad will be... - Dad? What about dad? Really? I've got to go.
- Relax. Take it easy. - What has happened here?
- Nothing really. Such is life.
Yes, and he will bring 10000 chandeliers!
- No, my dear brother... You need to be responsible for your actions.
- And not to blame some Karlson for your own deeds.
- O! Right, dad! Let's go to the movies or we'll be late...
So long!
- Mum... listen - A?
- When my brother grows up... and marries... and dies...
Would I have to marry his old wife then?
Why? Why darling?
- I'm wearing his old pyjamas... skates, ride his bicycle...
...and all of his other old things.
- I promise you that i'll save you from his old wife.
This is good, but...
I really would have liked to have a dog much more than a wife.
- Relax. Take it easy. - Karlson...
Karlson!
Hello, Junior!
- It,s so wonderful that you've flown in! - Of course its wonderful.
- Karlson, but mum strictly told me not to touch the jam.
You are so awful!
When the sickest man in the world takes 2 - 3 spoons of jam... o!
Are you sick?
- I have the highest temperature in the world!
- A! - Yes, if you like would like to know.
You know what? You need to become my mother.
I don't think you are sick.
- Yes, I am. - No.
- I'm telling you I'm sick! - No, you're not!
- What a nasty boy you are! Can't I get sick like everyone else?!
- You want to get sick?! - Like you don't want to?!
- No. - Everyone wants to! You just lie there...
Listen, let's fly to my place.
I'll lie down and you will ask me how do I feel myself.
And I'll tell you - "I'm the sickest man in the world!"
And I don't need, anything else, except...
...maybe some huge cake... a mountain of chocolate...
and a big bag of lollies ---------------------------------- Note: "I em at Karlson's plase, on the roof"
That's it!
- What? - What. Nothing. Just flying.
Listen, you've forgotten the jam!
- No, no. I took it.
- Took it? - Yes.
- Listen, you've left the lollies! - No, here they are!
- Don't press on my neck! Don't press on my neck.
KARLSSON who lives on the roof
Welcome my dear friend Karlson... and you com in to.
You've made my neck numb!
Oh, I forgot! I'm the sickest man in the world... The sickest...
What are you standing there for?! You were going to be my mother.
Come on.
- Do you have any medications?
- What medications?! You've brought everything with you!
Well, let's do it! - But can these help?!
- Well, let's begin and you'll see.
Ohhh... I'm the sickest man... the sickest man...
So, how was it?
Is there a little bit of jam left?
- No, no more jam left!. - What, none at all?!
- No.
- Not a drop left? - No.
- Pity...
A miracle has happened! A friend has saved a friend's life!
Our dear friend Karlson has a normal temperature now and he is allowed to fool around.
Listen, Junior. Let's go walk on the roofs.
- What for? - What do you mean what for? To find adventure.
Relax! Take it easy.
We are lucky with the weather today... Quiet!
Look to the left. Do you see those two? Do you know who they are?
O, brother! They are thieves. They are plotting a sinister crime on the roof.
Are you scared? I'm not. Just like I thought.
What to do? O! Let's begin the education process!
You will get to see the best ghost with a propeller in the world!
Savage... but cute.
Don't shout. Everyone is asleep already.
- Mama!
Relax. Take it easy!
I'll get you now. Then it will be funny.
Give up the clothes! I'm telling you to give up the clothes!
Listen, Junior! Do you know what the best in the world method against thieves is?
It is a ghost of course.
Hey Junior. Look. The fire-fighters have arrived to get you.
Look, they're climbing up.
Listen... I suddenly want to go home for some reason...
I've stayed too late with you today. It's past my bedtime already.
Catch you later Junior. I'm going.
- Junior... Junior... You've scared us so much!
- Why were you so worried?
How could we not to worry? Imagine...
...what if you had fallen from roof? Would it be nice?
- No.
- What would have happened if we had lost you?
- Would you have been sad then? - Sad...
You know perfectly well...
...that no treasure in the world would make us want to lose you.
- Even for a hundred thousand million? - Even for a hundred thousand million.
- So I'm that expensive?! - Of course... silly.
- Dad... dad! - Why are you not in bed?
- Don't be scared dad... I was just wondering...
If I'm really worth a hundred thousend million...
...can I get a little bit of cash
so I could buy a little puppy?
- [Mumbles incomprehensively...]
- Pardon?
It seems... that I shall have to live my whole like this... ...without a dog.
- Can you believe it?! Eight years ago... You came into this world...
...so tiny.
- Dad... there is no do..!
- Oh my God! Relax, take it easy.
- I came to your cake... I mean your birthday.
Are you not happy? - Hello Karlson.
- Hello Junior. What have you got? - Cake.
- What with? - With eight candles.
- No, I'm not eating this. What is this? One and eight candles!
EIGHT CAKES and one candle would be better!
- Trust me Karlson, happiness is not made of cakes.
- What are you crazy? What else is out there? - They won't buy me a dog.
- Who? Dog...
What about me?.. Junior, but I'm better...Better than dog!
- Excuse me Karlson. I'll be back!
What is this? A dog. A dog! Do-o-og!
Karlson! Karlson! I've got a dog!
Karlson? Karlson? Where are you?
THE END ----------------------- After SFI subs