Louis & Luca: The Big Cheese Race (2015) Movie Script
Here comes the world champion.
On his way to the top again.
Solan Gundersen, outstanding athlete
with superior brainpower.
Candidate for the papal election, first Norwegian
on the moon, and bobsleigh champion.
And there he goes.
Into the final turn.
- Can you fetch more nails, Solan?
- Time me.
Take it easy, Solan!
- Not everything has to be a competition.
- Oh, the competition!
Oh.
I'd forgotten that one.
- The house will stand for 200 years now.
- What happens after 200 years?
You needn't worry about that.
- Too late.
- Pick up the pace, Ludvig!
- Where are we going?
- The Flklypa sledgehammer throw championship.
- Have I been there before?
- No, but I'm not carrying the hammer myself.
Remember to take it easy, Solan.
You get so worked up about competitions.
I always have full control!
Flklypa! Flklypa! Flklypa!
You can spin like a whisk
before Shrovetide...
But never beat the champion from Slidre,
dairy manager Ollvar O. Kleppvold.
- Rubbish, he distracted me.
- World champions don't get distracted.
It's... a draw!
- Slidre should have won!
- No, Flklypa!
I would have won if the support apparatus
hadn't botched the warm-up.
- You're cowards. Slidre is the best.
- Oh, really? So Slidre is the best?
- Why does Flklypa have the longest line of ribbons?
- Slidre had the longest 17th of May procession.
That's because you walked in single file
on the edge. Flklypa has the biggest choir!
Yes, but Slidre
has the deepest bass.
Slidre has its own steam bathhouse with
the finest dairy inventions.
Slidre talks about inventions,
you little cheese head!
At Reodor Felgen's workshop,
the region's innovation is underway.
Without Felgen Industries
we wouldn't have had -
- the automatic hairdressing machine,
with adjustable settings.
It's almost completely harmless.
The wine opener,
Chteau Lafite-Rothschild...
If there's anything in the wine...
at least it isn't cork.
These are just two of thousands
of "Made in Flklypa" inventions.
There's no doubt where the innovation in the district is happening.
That's why Slidre is comfortably in second place.
- Now it's gone quiet at the dairy.
- Today it ended in a draw.
In a proper competition,
you wouldn't stand a chance.
- Find a proper competition.
- We had one a long time ago.
Back when men were men,
and boys were men too.
Back then it was a fair
competition, the Cheese Race.
The Cheese Race? What was that again?
- Cheese? Can that be exciting?
- Not very, I hope.
A bell rings.
How am I supposed to think with you
ringing that bell? Where were we?
The Cheese Race! Now let's see...
Here!
The Cheese Race was a race in memory
of when King Haakon Haakonsen came here
- in 1245, and wanted some cheese.
A delegation set out to buy
the finest cheese in Slidre.
- Slidre is the best!
- Shh!
The Slidre folk realized the cheese was
meant for the king, so they took a cheese of their own.
They tried to reach Flklypa first.
It became a dangerous race across
gorges and valleys, through forests with bears.
At night they had to guard the cheese.
In the wilderness there were some greedy creatures
that sank their teeth into anything at all.
- They were called Vusvols.
- Vusvols?
Imagine something I've never even heard of
could be so scary.
- They don't really exist.
- That's no comfort.
In memory of the race, cheese races
were held for many years.
- It's been many years since the last one.
- I suppose Flklypa won?
No, no! Slidre was surely the best.
Last time... that was
68 years ago, and the winner was...
- Nobody? It was a draw?!
- So we'll never know who's the best?
Oh, but we will! Kleppvold, I
challenge you to a new cheese race.
Then we'll see which of the villages
belongs in first place.
If I don't win,
I'll eat my hat.
If I don't win, I'll wear my
hat and coat and eat both.
I'm so sure of it that I'll bet
my dairy!
I'll bet the house, Reodor's workshop
and Felgen Industries.
- You want to make it more interesting.
- That's my middle name.
We'll put it in writing.
A new race. This is going to be fantastic.
We'll finally settle who's the best.
We need to find the route map
and the rulebook! So much to sort out!
Sort out? Oh, no.
If you win, you get the dairy. If I win,
I get the house and Felgen Industries.
You can't sign this.
That's our house.
That's true.
Are you scared of losing?
I'm not going to lose.
I'll be standing at the top of the podium.
Great, great, great.
- What if we lose the house?
- You have to think positively.
Look at the glass. It's not half empty.
It's half full.
Half full. What if it tips over?
Then there'll be a big mess.
We'll win the dairy as sure as my name
is Solan Interesting Gundersen.
And now the glass is empty.
Flklypa, Flklypa, Flklypa!
- What do you want with Reodor's house?
- I'm going to level the house and the workshop.
Without Reodor's inventions, they
have nothing. Then Slidre will be the best.
- Vusvoler!
- You're home. You're safe here.
- Good morning. Did you have fun yesterday?
- I think so.
It was probably more than fun.
You're in the paper, Solan.
Put me on the front page!
There are high expectations for the cheese
race taking place this weekend.
- Plsen isn't wasting any time.
- It doesn't say anything about the bet.
It's not smart for us to say anything.
Reodor is so careful. If he refuses,
we won't get any dairy.
All the cheese we can eat.
That'll be great.
- What'll be great? He deserves it.
- Bringing Kleppvold down a notch or two.
When I was a young inventor, I invented
a quick-curing cheese machine -
- with pedal drive and direct
injection of whey.
Suitable for cloven-hoofed animals like
cows and goats, muskox and antelope.
Wow, advanced stuff.
Kleppvold just laughed at it. It'll be good
to put him in his place.
- You? I thought it was me?
- Yes, you probably didn't read the rules.
There are three on each team.
Me, you, and Ludvig.
Ludvig? Is he coming too?
Is that smart? He's not very fast.
He doesn't like being home alone.
He's coming. I'll sort things out at the workshop.
I can't wait.
Am I going to be in it too?
With so much riding on this...
Relax. Reodor has everything we need
to win at the workshop.
Dairy manager and cheese world champion
Solan Gundersen's first creation.
Cheese with the taste of liquorice boats.
Just think, two things that are so good
can end up tasting so awful.
Go!
Good, Ludvig. You're getting there.
Breathing is important.
In and out...
In...
And out.
Yes, that's how it went.
Get some sleep, Ludvig.
It's going to be a long day tomorrow.
- Is something on your mind?
- No... Well, yes.
I was thinking that if we lose,
then this is the last night in this bed.
- Don't be scared. We won't lose.
- Are you sure?
I promise, cross my heart.
You trust me, don't you?
- I always have.
- Exactly. We always land on our feet.
- Good night, Ludvig.
- Good night, Solan.
Slidre, Slidre, Slidre!
One two, one two, testing.
Welcome to the Flklypa race.
Tour de Flklypa.
Flklypa Grand... No, that's taken.
The race starts
in Slidre and goes to Flklypa.
You'll get to meet the teams.
Melvin?
Melvin!
You're live
from Slidre, Melvin.
Zooming in to avoid
the underground sports reporter.
Ask something interesting.
- How are you feeling now?
- Shh! There's Solan.
We're going to knock you flat on your boots. We'll
tie the boots together and sell them.
Featherweight world champion,
Solan Gundersen.
The atmosphere here is electric.
Here comes the team from Slidre.
Hooray for Slidre!
Dairy manager, Ollvar O. Kleppvold,
a short comment?
- No!
- That was short.
- What about you, Slpen, are you ready?
- I'm as ready as an egg.
Even if I were 10 cm tall, bald-headed and dumb as a rock too.
So that Olram Slpen guy is on the team? Is he some kind of athlete?
- Dry jokes aren't an Olympic sport.
- He's along to keep up morale.
...said one tomato to the other: Come on, ketchup!
- Yeah, yeah, he doesn't weigh much.
- Why would that matter?
The contestants must check in
at the checkpoints on the map.
The teams are equipped with low-frequency
radio transmitters for tagging cows.
We can follow you on the map and make sure
everything goes properly.
The first to place the cheese
in the centre of Flklypa wins!
The journey won't be easy. Great dangers
and many challenges lie ahead.
After the start, the route
leads through Snubleskogen.
You'll cross Helsikkesjuvet
to the first checkpoint.
It's not allowed to use any motor powered
by petrol, electricity or steam.
Rubber-band motors are allowed.
You didn't think of that.
We've got something up our sleeve too.
Oh! Slidre is sending in dairy assistant
Emanuel Desperados.
- Phew!
- For once, you've got a point.
Desperados is the only person
who has registered on the Richter scale.
I heard he threw a full milk churn so high
that it turned into kefir.
Yes, I've heard he
pours coffee straight into your mouth.
Yeah, well, we've got Desperados.
We've got Solan. He's just as good!
Flklypa! Flklypa! Flklypa!
Good luck to you. Look after the cheese. Without it, you've lost.
Ugh! Did you make this one, Kleppvold?
Our finest cheese. Untouched
by human hands. Trodden by cows.
Take good care of it.
Remember what's at stake.
You may only move
toward the goal while the sun is up.
They start from the same place the next day, when
they're struck by the first rays of sunlight.
The sun is about to rise.
Take your positions.
Wait until the sun hits you.
Ready...
Set...
Go!
Oof, that was a miserable start.
- What drama.
- What do we do now? Use our feet?
We can't let Kleppvold
get too far ahead.
Slidre has taken a good lead.
Flklypa is already behind.
No!
- Suggestion! Will it help us get past them?
- What about a joke? No.
Then there's no point.
Yes! We can't lose with
Emanuel Desperados on the team.
Take a breather, will you?
That's the strangest thing.
- Help.
- Wait a moment, Solan.
- That was the strangest thing.
- Catch them! Hurry!
- What do you call these, Reodor?
- Stvlettos Sprettos, springing boots.
- Is this safe?
- Yes, the toe cap is connected to a gyro -
- a stabilizer that counteracts
nausea and sudden sideways jumps.
The shock absorber in the heel capsule is placed
vertically so ankle injuries are avoided.
I haven't been up and down this much
since I was the yo-yo world champion.
This can't go wrong...
What?
Solan?!
- Hold on tight!
- I have no intention of letting go.
Grab hold of these.
- They're stuck.
- Take off the boots.
Solan?!
That was close!
- I had full control.
- There won't be any more bouncing.
- That's a shame.
- Not really.
The checkpoint is right there.
Shall we go over there?
We could use a bridge.
I'll build one quickly.
We don't have time to wait for construction.
I'll find another way.
Don't go too far, Solan.
- Sit down and catch your breath.
- Yes, where did I put it?
Here we see pictures from the first
checkpoint at Helsikkesjuvet.
Reodor is well under way with the bridge.
The team from Slidre hasn't shown up.
It's so exciting!
We get advertising.
No!
- We want to see. We pay the license fee.
- No, you don't.
Is it so strange,
when we can't see what's happening!?
Have you had trouble getting the sausage
on the stick when you're grilling?
You can sharpen them in record time.
It's foolproof... almost.
A sausage stick sharpener
solves sausage stick disputes
With the sausage sharpener, sharpened sticks
make you a winner.
Bridge-building is for slowpokes.
Gundersen demands quick solutions.
What? Aha!
Yes!?
- Do you know of a shortcut across the gorge?
- No, not for miles.
- Do you play poker, if you know what that is?
- Yes, I played strip poker once.
Lost my pants and the victory after being
knocked out on a flush draw.
- Want to join us?
- No, I have more important things to do.
Oh, really? Afraid of losing?
- Stop.
- What's happening?
Back to the race. It's dramatic.
It's neck and neck again.
- Aren't you in a hurry?
- This one's ours. Build your own.
A bridge? We don't need a bridge.
Desperados!
No, wait.
This is a waste of talent.
See you in Flklypa.
I'm doing fine, folks.
What a pass. Only beaten when
Melvin was thrown out by Tostrup.
Where is Solan?
Where has Solan got to?
And I'll call. I have three fours.
I'm a triple world champion.
- You're a gambler.
- Only against people who have no clue.
- What about the money? I'll take a card.
- We don't have any money.
Solan!?
Solan!? Where are you?
- Hey, hey.
- Where have you been?
Kleppvold and company have passed.
We're only waiting for you.
- Then you won't have to wait long.
- Where have you been?
We can discuss who built the bridge
and who played cards.
We won't dwell on the past.
Get out the next invention.
I will. I have two.
- Where are the inventions?
- Under your butt. They're called legs!
- Don't look down!
- Too late.
Remember to breathe in... and out.
Or was it the other way around.
Do you think this will work, Solan?
- I'm so slow.
- We're going to the top of the winner's podium.
The top? I hope the winner's podium
isn't very high.
Oh my,
things look bad for Flklypa.
The first team is about to reach
the next obstacle, Krattskogen.
More overgrown
than Melvin's timetables.
Stop!
It's been usual to go around the mountain,
but also through the thicket.
In 1871 the Flklypa team disappeared, and
was rescued when the hedge shears were invented.
- We can take the mountain road.
- No! Thicket!
Oh no! They're going for the thicket!
Desperados are clearing the way. This is
like home ground for a jungle animal.
- Mountain or thicket?
- And water?
The thicket would probably be quickest.
What do you think, Ludvig?
- We could really use a shortcut now.
- Typical!
- What is it, Solan?
- I can't drink. It's ice.
A crushing defeat for Flklypa.
They're losing ground on day one.
Now there's movement. Flklypa
chooses neither mountain nor thicket.
Have they fallen into the water?
They're taking the shortcut across the water!
Is the ice safe?
I think it'll hold
as long as you tread carefully!
The trip is much less exhausting
than I had expected.
I've heard of rear-wheel drive.
This one has monkey-wheel drive.
Did you take that?
Come on. Lighten up a bit.
We're on the verge of winning.
This is going fine, Ludvig.
Just take it easy.
Are there other ways to...
- It works if you believe!
- I think... It'll be fine.
No, no, no, we have to stop them.
If we don't do something, we lose!
You'll lose your job. You'll lose everything.
Well done, Ludvig. Carefully ahead.
Hurry up, Ludvig!
Hang in there, Ludvig!
Can Solan save Ludvig?
This could be the end for Flklypa!
Help!
But in the whole thing?!
- Solan, you did it!
- That was easy.
Switching to Noctiluxzoom with parallax compensation for close-ups.
Solan!
Come on, ketchup.
The sun has set. The teams
must stop. See you tomorrow morning.
When the sun hits the participants
we'll be back on. Now, the fish break.
No! Isn't it nine hours
of reactions and highlights!?
- Are you packed, Ludvig?
- You shouldn't have brought me along.
Then Solan wouldn't have had to
save me, and you'd have been bored.
- The important thing is to take part.
- No, no, the important thing is to win.
- And that's what we'll do.
- The most important thing is getting home.
Then we'll have some good stories
to tell by the fireplace at home.
- Soon we won't have a home.
- What are you talking about, Ludvig?
What?
- Do you know anything about this, Solan?
- Well, maybe...
I bet Kleppvold on
who wins this race.
And maybe I bet the workshop
and the house against his dairy.
- What?! When were you going to tell me?
- I said maybe.
You like cheese, right?
Where are you going?
- I'm going to sort this out!
- Reodor!
Am I supposed to sit here on my own.
- Vusvoler don't exist.
- I'd forgotten them.
Now I remember them.
- You can't play. You suck.
- No, I'm blowing.
- The bet is off.
- Just because you're in last place.
I have it in black and white.
Solan can't bet away anything
that isn't his! This doesn't count.
In that case it's a formality
that has to be sorted out.
If the agreement is broken,
the fine print applies.
- Did you read the fine print?
- I didn't read the large print either.
Hello?
If the agreement is broken, for whatever reason, -
- Solan Gundersen will work
as a dairy assistant indefinitely.
Emanuel's assistant. Providing rain-cover
and pedicures when he has stepped on his own foot.
Now you can choose, Reodor.
The bet, or Solan works for me.
It's all the same to me. There'll be a celebration in Slidre
when they hear that you've reported the switch.
No, there's no switch happening here. Come on, Solan, we're going to win the race.
- I'll have to play the harmonica too.
- We have to find Flklypa's weak point.
Help!
Help!
Take the cheese, but save some for me.
- That was the guard's.
- Is the bet over?
- No. Not as long as we stick together.
- What if we lose?
- I've got more tricks up my sleeve.
- I look forward to seeing them.
Now the sleeping bag
is calling for Solan Gundersen.
No! You have to help me.
We can't slack off now. We're going to give
Kleppvold some real competition.
- I know, I'm a world champion.
- World champion at getting us into trouble.
Oh! Vusvols!
You're not dangerous.
You're just hungry.
Sorry. The cheese has to come with us.
But a little bit can't hurt.
- What are you doing, Ludvig?
- Did you see the Vusvols?
- Were you dreaming?
- Yes, maybe.
You have to wake up. We have to save our house and home.
Resafus in second. A quick wooden cart
that runs on pedal power and skill.
Most important of all. The cheese wheel!
I'll sit in the back and pedal.
Solan goes in front and pulls.
What should I do?
Good morning, Flklypa!
...and Slidre. Welcome to
day two of the competition.
The competitors must have a sense of direction
and stamp in the right order,
- continue toward the mountain and the final
stretch of the race. How does it look?
Ow! Yes, yes.
- What are you feeling, Solan Gundersen?
- The hope of victory in my chest,
- and the sun warming my earlobes.
The sun?!
The sunbeams have reached the team,
and they're off.
Will any of the teams gain a lead?
Is Desperados feeling the pace?
Will Flklypa's new cart
hold up?
- I think it's bumpy.
- I carved a piece for the Vusvol.
- Listen to him, living in a fantasy world.
- We'll soon be living in the forest.
The route criss-crosses
through Bear Forest.
Kleppvold, Kleppvold, Kleppvold!
Who knows? There might be a bear in there.
Probably not.
- Stop! Where's the next checkpoint?
- In that cave over there.
Chickens. Flklypa can't help.
I have to do everything myself.
Send a package to the following address.
Flklypa, Flklypa, Flklypa!
I have a package
for Bjrn, 1 Cave Road.
That road, yes.
I forgot to get the signature.
Bjrn?
This wasn't part of the deal.
It is now.
Now Flklypa is in the lead!
They're going back and forth.
And forth again and back... now they're leading... I'm confused.
We're going over to Melvin
to see who's in the lead.
We're live now.
It's unbearably exciting.
- The next team to pass is in the lead.
- Yes...
- So exciting.
- Yes...
We can keep talking.
We're in Bear Forest.
"Bear forest" if it had
been located in England.
Melvin, are you sitting there eating on the job?
- Why would you say that?
- I can hear you chewing. Is that brown cheese?
- So what?
- I had brown cheese in the fridge.
- Was it yours?
How many times do I have to say it? Food doesn't
just appear, someone buys it.
And then it shows up in the fridge.
The teams have passed.
Slidre is back in the lead.
At the end of day two, the teams are heading
into the final stage, up a mountain.
Stop!
That's the end of today's stage.
We'll get an analysis of today's stage
and expert tips for tomorrow.
Thanks. An exciting stage today.
It'll be even more exciting tomorrow.
Anything can happen!
Whoever finishes first wins.
Whoever finishes first wins?
Was that the expert commentary?
Let's see if we get reactions from the viewers.
- Idiot!
- It's blowing up on social media.
Yeah, exactly.
We're cutting it. Good to be here tomorrow.
Can't you sleep?
- Tomorrow's going to be steep.
- I've seen steeper.
- I'm not very good at climbing.
- Don't worry. We're leading.
- Yeah...
- Ludvig.
- Where do we always land?
- On our feet?
Rock steady! Now you have to sleep. I'll
tuck you in, then you can count sheep.
But don't count the big ones.
Then you'll get so scared.
Too late.
Melvin! Now you need a good
night's sleep so you're fit tomorrow.
- Are you waking me up just to tell me that?
- Yes. Over and out.
Now I'll never get back to sleep.
Slidre is the best. But is Slidre the best?
Yes, Slidre is the best.
- Slidre is the best.
- What are you saying?
Hm... yeah...
Nature calls.
What's he calling you, then?
Is it you again?
No, you can't take any more.
We need the cheese so we don't lose.
Those who don't have cheese have lost.
But we won't win anyway. Not with
me on the team. I'm never any help.
What...?
Slidre is the best.
Slidre is the best. Slidre is the best.
Esperados, you know what they call
a nice ape? A go-rilla.
Is it just me
who thinks I'm funny?
I don't know what a snotty little brat
like you is up to, but stay there.
- Watch the cheese. Look, Vusvoler.
- Vusvoler?
Do you think I was born yesterday?
I'm not falling for that.
- What's he doing here?
- He's not getting anywhere near our cheese.
- Where's the cheese?
- It's lying...
- Too late.
- No!
Slidre's cheese is gone. Flklypa
just has to finish to win.
Yes!
No way.
The dairy, the pride of the village.
Owned by some idiots from Flklypa. That's not on!
Have we really lost?
Like the man said on the nudist beach. We'll see.
Well, well, then we just have to get the cheese to Flklypa, and we've won.
- I said we'd land on our feet.
- Yes, you did.
- I'll take the first watch. You two sleep.
- Aren't you tired?
Not now that I can smell victory. I'm not letting the cheese out of my sight.
World champion in cheese running, Solan... Gundersen.
- How do you feel now?
- I feel... tired.
I'll write another story tomorrow about how you've secured the victory.
- We have to wake Ludvig and Teodor.
- No, you're the star. Come on.
Come on, world champion. We need pictures for the front page.
- The front page? I belong there.
- Raise your hands in the air like a champion.
- Like this?
- And one where you show your muscles.
- The camera loves you.
- Of course it does.
Good. Smile.
Great. You're a born photo model.
Hold it.
Very good.
Now you can be sad. Ha ha. We fooled you good there.
Thanks for the cheese. Now it's ours!
No!
Nothing says it's not allowed to steal the cheese from the others.
It's illegal to give the others plague. The rulebook is from the 1300s.
- We stole the cheese honestly and fairly!
- You hot-wired the press robot.
You know the rules. You have to look after your own cheese.
I'm going to tear down the workshop and build a 20-metre-tall statue of myself.
With my bum facing the centre of Flklypa, losing its trousers every 5 minutes.
No!
Then we'll see who lives in the best village. I'll give you a hint.
Slidre is the best.
You won't get away with this. Get the cheese back.
Go to Reodor and start tearing. We've found Flklypa's weakest point.
This isn't very exciting. With just one cheese, it's settled.
Yes... Then I suppose we just get started.
This one might be usable.
Do we have to move now?
Is this what it's like to be homeless?
Just missing the milk.
Come on, boys!
- It's not too late.
- What's the plan, Reodor?
I'm going to make a new cheese with this.
I'm not sure I'll find the parts.
I have to try.
Ludvig, you need to get milk.
Any chance of a bit of carrying, Desperados?
- Slacker!
- We could walk backwards and still win.
Ouch!
I need a rest now.
I haven't been this tired since
I marched at the front of the May 17th parade.
It's good we're alone again.
What a slacker!
- What are you doing?
- Flklypa's going to see your backside!
No!
Oh!
That's what I knew.
The invention worked.
- Cheese!
- Cheese?
- Cheese!
- Cheese?!
- Cheese! How did you manage that?
- Maybe there are more world champions?
Now we have a dairy to win.
Can this work?
I don't see the Slidre team.
- I thought Ludvig was the pessimist.
- I knew I'd lose my job.
Come on, we can do this!
Oh! No!
Good evening, losers! So this is what
it looks like in the second-best village!?
Oh no!
This isn't working.
I've been saying that the whole time.
Now nothing can stop me!
- The sun has gone down.
- We're at the finish line. We're winning!
- The others don't have cheese.
- They made a new cheese.
Soon both the new machine
and his workshop will be mine.
- Can't you just give us the victory?
- No, rules are rules.
What would we do without rules?
We'd have lost our jobs.
Fine. We'll set up camp.
What if the camp strikes back?
Why would the camp hit back... You don't become a comedian by coming from Bergen.
Well, well, we might as well get used to sleeping outside.
I knew we wouldn't win with me on the team.
No, Ludvig, it's not your fault. It's mine!
- I forget everything during competitions.
- Yeah, when you put it that way...
- Having a home is much more important.
- So you've realized that? Good.
- Can't we ever move back home?
- Sure, home is where your slippers are.
- They could be anywhere.
- I think mine are at home.
- Which isn't home anymore.
- You can get new slippers.
And a new home.
As long as we have each other, we'll be fine.
I'd love a house up in a tree. It's a family tradition.
Can't we get something on the ground,
or underground?
Think of all the sun you get at the top of
a tree! The sun comes right through the window...
But good heavens! Get out the tools
and you'll see.
Oh, no!
This will be a formality. When the sun
rises, you'll get the cheese over the finish line.
No! Looks like the Flklypa team
is ready too.
I don't understand why these clowns are ready. We're winning.
Slidre is the best!
Rarely has anyone been so high up
and so far down.
They get early sun up there.
In the burnt brown cheese.
- I'm as ready as I've ever been.
- I've never been less ready.
No, the sunbeam has hit them,
not you. You have to wait.
If they can't stay in the sunlight,
they'll be disqualified.
No, we're slipping out of the sun!
We have to go up!
I'll turn this one on.
That was close.
- Was that fun?
- Oh yes. -Oh no.
If they lose the cheese, we win.
- I can't watch this.
- Ludvig!
Oh, that wasn't smart!
You should have seen it!
The cheese is still in the sun!
Stuck in a tree.
We're winning this!
There's still time. You have to steer, Solan.
Go around so I can get hold of them.
I don't know if I can do it.
I'm not a world champion in hang gliding.
- Not in anything else either.
- It's never too late.
Easy, Solan!
Watch your altitude.
Turn, Solan, turn!
They've got the cheese, and they're still in the sun!
This is the wildest thing we've ever seen!
Oh!
There they come!
No!
There! Stop!
Pull away!
- The cheese closest to the line has won.
- I think we're the closest.
- Can we keep the house?
- I think it's decided.
Come on, Desperados.
We'll think of something else.
We always land on our feet.
But not this time...
The dairy is my whole life!
My home!
How could I be so stupid
as to make a bet! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Why do I have to lose control
when it becomes a competition?!
The winner is...!
The winner is...
Then say it!
- Hm?
- No, wait!
One more goal and we're safe.
Yes, well, it's important.
It's decided.
It's a draw!
A draw!?
That means everybody loses!
No, everybody wins!
I saw what you did, Solan.
- Disappointed you didn't get the dairy?
- No, I got something else.
I got a real world champion.
Soon the house will be 200 years old...
Unless someone bets again.
- Should I time you?
- Not everything has to be a competition.
A real world champion doesn't need
attention and records.
He doesn't even need to tell
everyone. He just has to know it himself.
And have good excuses
when things go wrong.
It was the wind! Turbulence!
- Melvin! Can't you do something useful?
- Like what?
- Collect bottles. Important press stuff.
- What are you going to do?
Buy spreads with the deposit. Not cheese!
Finally alone, and time to
take off my shirt and trousers.
...and dance naked!
Scandinavian Text Service 2015
On his way to the top again.
Solan Gundersen, outstanding athlete
with superior brainpower.
Candidate for the papal election, first Norwegian
on the moon, and bobsleigh champion.
And there he goes.
Into the final turn.
- Can you fetch more nails, Solan?
- Time me.
Take it easy, Solan!
- Not everything has to be a competition.
- Oh, the competition!
Oh.
I'd forgotten that one.
- The house will stand for 200 years now.
- What happens after 200 years?
You needn't worry about that.
- Too late.
- Pick up the pace, Ludvig!
- Where are we going?
- The Flklypa sledgehammer throw championship.
- Have I been there before?
- No, but I'm not carrying the hammer myself.
Remember to take it easy, Solan.
You get so worked up about competitions.
I always have full control!
Flklypa! Flklypa! Flklypa!
You can spin like a whisk
before Shrovetide...
But never beat the champion from Slidre,
dairy manager Ollvar O. Kleppvold.
- Rubbish, he distracted me.
- World champions don't get distracted.
It's... a draw!
- Slidre should have won!
- No, Flklypa!
I would have won if the support apparatus
hadn't botched the warm-up.
- You're cowards. Slidre is the best.
- Oh, really? So Slidre is the best?
- Why does Flklypa have the longest line of ribbons?
- Slidre had the longest 17th of May procession.
That's because you walked in single file
on the edge. Flklypa has the biggest choir!
Yes, but Slidre
has the deepest bass.
Slidre has its own steam bathhouse with
the finest dairy inventions.
Slidre talks about inventions,
you little cheese head!
At Reodor Felgen's workshop,
the region's innovation is underway.
Without Felgen Industries
we wouldn't have had -
- the automatic hairdressing machine,
with adjustable settings.
It's almost completely harmless.
The wine opener,
Chteau Lafite-Rothschild...
If there's anything in the wine...
at least it isn't cork.
These are just two of thousands
of "Made in Flklypa" inventions.
There's no doubt where the innovation in the district is happening.
That's why Slidre is comfortably in second place.
- Now it's gone quiet at the dairy.
- Today it ended in a draw.
In a proper competition,
you wouldn't stand a chance.
- Find a proper competition.
- We had one a long time ago.
Back when men were men,
and boys were men too.
Back then it was a fair
competition, the Cheese Race.
The Cheese Race? What was that again?
- Cheese? Can that be exciting?
- Not very, I hope.
A bell rings.
How am I supposed to think with you
ringing that bell? Where were we?
The Cheese Race! Now let's see...
Here!
The Cheese Race was a race in memory
of when King Haakon Haakonsen came here
- in 1245, and wanted some cheese.
A delegation set out to buy
the finest cheese in Slidre.
- Slidre is the best!
- Shh!
The Slidre folk realized the cheese was
meant for the king, so they took a cheese of their own.
They tried to reach Flklypa first.
It became a dangerous race across
gorges and valleys, through forests with bears.
At night they had to guard the cheese.
In the wilderness there were some greedy creatures
that sank their teeth into anything at all.
- They were called Vusvols.
- Vusvols?
Imagine something I've never even heard of
could be so scary.
- They don't really exist.
- That's no comfort.
In memory of the race, cheese races
were held for many years.
- It's been many years since the last one.
- I suppose Flklypa won?
No, no! Slidre was surely the best.
Last time... that was
68 years ago, and the winner was...
- Nobody? It was a draw?!
- So we'll never know who's the best?
Oh, but we will! Kleppvold, I
challenge you to a new cheese race.
Then we'll see which of the villages
belongs in first place.
If I don't win,
I'll eat my hat.
If I don't win, I'll wear my
hat and coat and eat both.
I'm so sure of it that I'll bet
my dairy!
I'll bet the house, Reodor's workshop
and Felgen Industries.
- You want to make it more interesting.
- That's my middle name.
We'll put it in writing.
A new race. This is going to be fantastic.
We'll finally settle who's the best.
We need to find the route map
and the rulebook! So much to sort out!
Sort out? Oh, no.
If you win, you get the dairy. If I win,
I get the house and Felgen Industries.
You can't sign this.
That's our house.
That's true.
Are you scared of losing?
I'm not going to lose.
I'll be standing at the top of the podium.
Great, great, great.
- What if we lose the house?
- You have to think positively.
Look at the glass. It's not half empty.
It's half full.
Half full. What if it tips over?
Then there'll be a big mess.
We'll win the dairy as sure as my name
is Solan Interesting Gundersen.
And now the glass is empty.
Flklypa, Flklypa, Flklypa!
- What do you want with Reodor's house?
- I'm going to level the house and the workshop.
Without Reodor's inventions, they
have nothing. Then Slidre will be the best.
- Vusvoler!
- You're home. You're safe here.
- Good morning. Did you have fun yesterday?
- I think so.
It was probably more than fun.
You're in the paper, Solan.
Put me on the front page!
There are high expectations for the cheese
race taking place this weekend.
- Plsen isn't wasting any time.
- It doesn't say anything about the bet.
It's not smart for us to say anything.
Reodor is so careful. If he refuses,
we won't get any dairy.
All the cheese we can eat.
That'll be great.
- What'll be great? He deserves it.
- Bringing Kleppvold down a notch or two.
When I was a young inventor, I invented
a quick-curing cheese machine -
- with pedal drive and direct
injection of whey.
Suitable for cloven-hoofed animals like
cows and goats, muskox and antelope.
Wow, advanced stuff.
Kleppvold just laughed at it. It'll be good
to put him in his place.
- You? I thought it was me?
- Yes, you probably didn't read the rules.
There are three on each team.
Me, you, and Ludvig.
Ludvig? Is he coming too?
Is that smart? He's not very fast.
He doesn't like being home alone.
He's coming. I'll sort things out at the workshop.
I can't wait.
Am I going to be in it too?
With so much riding on this...
Relax. Reodor has everything we need
to win at the workshop.
Dairy manager and cheese world champion
Solan Gundersen's first creation.
Cheese with the taste of liquorice boats.
Just think, two things that are so good
can end up tasting so awful.
Go!
Good, Ludvig. You're getting there.
Breathing is important.
In and out...
In...
And out.
Yes, that's how it went.
Get some sleep, Ludvig.
It's going to be a long day tomorrow.
- Is something on your mind?
- No... Well, yes.
I was thinking that if we lose,
then this is the last night in this bed.
- Don't be scared. We won't lose.
- Are you sure?
I promise, cross my heart.
You trust me, don't you?
- I always have.
- Exactly. We always land on our feet.
- Good night, Ludvig.
- Good night, Solan.
Slidre, Slidre, Slidre!
One two, one two, testing.
Welcome to the Flklypa race.
Tour de Flklypa.
Flklypa Grand... No, that's taken.
The race starts
in Slidre and goes to Flklypa.
You'll get to meet the teams.
Melvin?
Melvin!
You're live
from Slidre, Melvin.
Zooming in to avoid
the underground sports reporter.
Ask something interesting.
- How are you feeling now?
- Shh! There's Solan.
We're going to knock you flat on your boots. We'll
tie the boots together and sell them.
Featherweight world champion,
Solan Gundersen.
The atmosphere here is electric.
Here comes the team from Slidre.
Hooray for Slidre!
Dairy manager, Ollvar O. Kleppvold,
a short comment?
- No!
- That was short.
- What about you, Slpen, are you ready?
- I'm as ready as an egg.
Even if I were 10 cm tall, bald-headed and dumb as a rock too.
So that Olram Slpen guy is on the team? Is he some kind of athlete?
- Dry jokes aren't an Olympic sport.
- He's along to keep up morale.
...said one tomato to the other: Come on, ketchup!
- Yeah, yeah, he doesn't weigh much.
- Why would that matter?
The contestants must check in
at the checkpoints on the map.
The teams are equipped with low-frequency
radio transmitters for tagging cows.
We can follow you on the map and make sure
everything goes properly.
The first to place the cheese
in the centre of Flklypa wins!
The journey won't be easy. Great dangers
and many challenges lie ahead.
After the start, the route
leads through Snubleskogen.
You'll cross Helsikkesjuvet
to the first checkpoint.
It's not allowed to use any motor powered
by petrol, electricity or steam.
Rubber-band motors are allowed.
You didn't think of that.
We've got something up our sleeve too.
Oh! Slidre is sending in dairy assistant
Emanuel Desperados.
- Phew!
- For once, you've got a point.
Desperados is the only person
who has registered on the Richter scale.
I heard he threw a full milk churn so high
that it turned into kefir.
Yes, I've heard he
pours coffee straight into your mouth.
Yeah, well, we've got Desperados.
We've got Solan. He's just as good!
Flklypa! Flklypa! Flklypa!
Good luck to you. Look after the cheese. Without it, you've lost.
Ugh! Did you make this one, Kleppvold?
Our finest cheese. Untouched
by human hands. Trodden by cows.
Take good care of it.
Remember what's at stake.
You may only move
toward the goal while the sun is up.
They start from the same place the next day, when
they're struck by the first rays of sunlight.
The sun is about to rise.
Take your positions.
Wait until the sun hits you.
Ready...
Set...
Go!
Oof, that was a miserable start.
- What drama.
- What do we do now? Use our feet?
We can't let Kleppvold
get too far ahead.
Slidre has taken a good lead.
Flklypa is already behind.
No!
- Suggestion! Will it help us get past them?
- What about a joke? No.
Then there's no point.
Yes! We can't lose with
Emanuel Desperados on the team.
Take a breather, will you?
That's the strangest thing.
- Help.
- Wait a moment, Solan.
- That was the strangest thing.
- Catch them! Hurry!
- What do you call these, Reodor?
- Stvlettos Sprettos, springing boots.
- Is this safe?
- Yes, the toe cap is connected to a gyro -
- a stabilizer that counteracts
nausea and sudden sideways jumps.
The shock absorber in the heel capsule is placed
vertically so ankle injuries are avoided.
I haven't been up and down this much
since I was the yo-yo world champion.
This can't go wrong...
What?
Solan?!
- Hold on tight!
- I have no intention of letting go.
Grab hold of these.
- They're stuck.
- Take off the boots.
Solan?!
That was close!
- I had full control.
- There won't be any more bouncing.
- That's a shame.
- Not really.
The checkpoint is right there.
Shall we go over there?
We could use a bridge.
I'll build one quickly.
We don't have time to wait for construction.
I'll find another way.
Don't go too far, Solan.
- Sit down and catch your breath.
- Yes, where did I put it?
Here we see pictures from the first
checkpoint at Helsikkesjuvet.
Reodor is well under way with the bridge.
The team from Slidre hasn't shown up.
It's so exciting!
We get advertising.
No!
- We want to see. We pay the license fee.
- No, you don't.
Is it so strange,
when we can't see what's happening!?
Have you had trouble getting the sausage
on the stick when you're grilling?
You can sharpen them in record time.
It's foolproof... almost.
A sausage stick sharpener
solves sausage stick disputes
With the sausage sharpener, sharpened sticks
make you a winner.
Bridge-building is for slowpokes.
Gundersen demands quick solutions.
What? Aha!
Yes!?
- Do you know of a shortcut across the gorge?
- No, not for miles.
- Do you play poker, if you know what that is?
- Yes, I played strip poker once.
Lost my pants and the victory after being
knocked out on a flush draw.
- Want to join us?
- No, I have more important things to do.
Oh, really? Afraid of losing?
- Stop.
- What's happening?
Back to the race. It's dramatic.
It's neck and neck again.
- Aren't you in a hurry?
- This one's ours. Build your own.
A bridge? We don't need a bridge.
Desperados!
No, wait.
This is a waste of talent.
See you in Flklypa.
I'm doing fine, folks.
What a pass. Only beaten when
Melvin was thrown out by Tostrup.
Where is Solan?
Where has Solan got to?
And I'll call. I have three fours.
I'm a triple world champion.
- You're a gambler.
- Only against people who have no clue.
- What about the money? I'll take a card.
- We don't have any money.
Solan!?
Solan!? Where are you?
- Hey, hey.
- Where have you been?
Kleppvold and company have passed.
We're only waiting for you.
- Then you won't have to wait long.
- Where have you been?
We can discuss who built the bridge
and who played cards.
We won't dwell on the past.
Get out the next invention.
I will. I have two.
- Where are the inventions?
- Under your butt. They're called legs!
- Don't look down!
- Too late.
Remember to breathe in... and out.
Or was it the other way around.
Do you think this will work, Solan?
- I'm so slow.
- We're going to the top of the winner's podium.
The top? I hope the winner's podium
isn't very high.
Oh my,
things look bad for Flklypa.
The first team is about to reach
the next obstacle, Krattskogen.
More overgrown
than Melvin's timetables.
Stop!
It's been usual to go around the mountain,
but also through the thicket.
In 1871 the Flklypa team disappeared, and
was rescued when the hedge shears were invented.
- We can take the mountain road.
- No! Thicket!
Oh no! They're going for the thicket!
Desperados are clearing the way. This is
like home ground for a jungle animal.
- Mountain or thicket?
- And water?
The thicket would probably be quickest.
What do you think, Ludvig?
- We could really use a shortcut now.
- Typical!
- What is it, Solan?
- I can't drink. It's ice.
A crushing defeat for Flklypa.
They're losing ground on day one.
Now there's movement. Flklypa
chooses neither mountain nor thicket.
Have they fallen into the water?
They're taking the shortcut across the water!
Is the ice safe?
I think it'll hold
as long as you tread carefully!
The trip is much less exhausting
than I had expected.
I've heard of rear-wheel drive.
This one has monkey-wheel drive.
Did you take that?
Come on. Lighten up a bit.
We're on the verge of winning.
This is going fine, Ludvig.
Just take it easy.
Are there other ways to...
- It works if you believe!
- I think... It'll be fine.
No, no, no, we have to stop them.
If we don't do something, we lose!
You'll lose your job. You'll lose everything.
Well done, Ludvig. Carefully ahead.
Hurry up, Ludvig!
Hang in there, Ludvig!
Can Solan save Ludvig?
This could be the end for Flklypa!
Help!
But in the whole thing?!
- Solan, you did it!
- That was easy.
Switching to Noctiluxzoom with parallax compensation for close-ups.
Solan!
Come on, ketchup.
The sun has set. The teams
must stop. See you tomorrow morning.
When the sun hits the participants
we'll be back on. Now, the fish break.
No! Isn't it nine hours
of reactions and highlights!?
- Are you packed, Ludvig?
- You shouldn't have brought me along.
Then Solan wouldn't have had to
save me, and you'd have been bored.
- The important thing is to take part.
- No, no, the important thing is to win.
- And that's what we'll do.
- The most important thing is getting home.
Then we'll have some good stories
to tell by the fireplace at home.
- Soon we won't have a home.
- What are you talking about, Ludvig?
What?
- Do you know anything about this, Solan?
- Well, maybe...
I bet Kleppvold on
who wins this race.
And maybe I bet the workshop
and the house against his dairy.
- What?! When were you going to tell me?
- I said maybe.
You like cheese, right?
Where are you going?
- I'm going to sort this out!
- Reodor!
Am I supposed to sit here on my own.
- Vusvoler don't exist.
- I'd forgotten them.
Now I remember them.
- You can't play. You suck.
- No, I'm blowing.
- The bet is off.
- Just because you're in last place.
I have it in black and white.
Solan can't bet away anything
that isn't his! This doesn't count.
In that case it's a formality
that has to be sorted out.
If the agreement is broken,
the fine print applies.
- Did you read the fine print?
- I didn't read the large print either.
Hello?
If the agreement is broken, for whatever reason, -
- Solan Gundersen will work
as a dairy assistant indefinitely.
Emanuel's assistant. Providing rain-cover
and pedicures when he has stepped on his own foot.
Now you can choose, Reodor.
The bet, or Solan works for me.
It's all the same to me. There'll be a celebration in Slidre
when they hear that you've reported the switch.
No, there's no switch happening here. Come on, Solan, we're going to win the race.
- I'll have to play the harmonica too.
- We have to find Flklypa's weak point.
Help!
Help!
Take the cheese, but save some for me.
- That was the guard's.
- Is the bet over?
- No. Not as long as we stick together.
- What if we lose?
- I've got more tricks up my sleeve.
- I look forward to seeing them.
Now the sleeping bag
is calling for Solan Gundersen.
No! You have to help me.
We can't slack off now. We're going to give
Kleppvold some real competition.
- I know, I'm a world champion.
- World champion at getting us into trouble.
Oh! Vusvols!
You're not dangerous.
You're just hungry.
Sorry. The cheese has to come with us.
But a little bit can't hurt.
- What are you doing, Ludvig?
- Did you see the Vusvols?
- Were you dreaming?
- Yes, maybe.
You have to wake up. We have to save our house and home.
Resafus in second. A quick wooden cart
that runs on pedal power and skill.
Most important of all. The cheese wheel!
I'll sit in the back and pedal.
Solan goes in front and pulls.
What should I do?
Good morning, Flklypa!
...and Slidre. Welcome to
day two of the competition.
The competitors must have a sense of direction
and stamp in the right order,
- continue toward the mountain and the final
stretch of the race. How does it look?
Ow! Yes, yes.
- What are you feeling, Solan Gundersen?
- The hope of victory in my chest,
- and the sun warming my earlobes.
The sun?!
The sunbeams have reached the team,
and they're off.
Will any of the teams gain a lead?
Is Desperados feeling the pace?
Will Flklypa's new cart
hold up?
- I think it's bumpy.
- I carved a piece for the Vusvol.
- Listen to him, living in a fantasy world.
- We'll soon be living in the forest.
The route criss-crosses
through Bear Forest.
Kleppvold, Kleppvold, Kleppvold!
Who knows? There might be a bear in there.
Probably not.
- Stop! Where's the next checkpoint?
- In that cave over there.
Chickens. Flklypa can't help.
I have to do everything myself.
Send a package to the following address.
Flklypa, Flklypa, Flklypa!
I have a package
for Bjrn, 1 Cave Road.
That road, yes.
I forgot to get the signature.
Bjrn?
This wasn't part of the deal.
It is now.
Now Flklypa is in the lead!
They're going back and forth.
And forth again and back... now they're leading... I'm confused.
We're going over to Melvin
to see who's in the lead.
We're live now.
It's unbearably exciting.
- The next team to pass is in the lead.
- Yes...
- So exciting.
- Yes...
We can keep talking.
We're in Bear Forest.
"Bear forest" if it had
been located in England.
Melvin, are you sitting there eating on the job?
- Why would you say that?
- I can hear you chewing. Is that brown cheese?
- So what?
- I had brown cheese in the fridge.
- Was it yours?
How many times do I have to say it? Food doesn't
just appear, someone buys it.
And then it shows up in the fridge.
The teams have passed.
Slidre is back in the lead.
At the end of day two, the teams are heading
into the final stage, up a mountain.
Stop!
That's the end of today's stage.
We'll get an analysis of today's stage
and expert tips for tomorrow.
Thanks. An exciting stage today.
It'll be even more exciting tomorrow.
Anything can happen!
Whoever finishes first wins.
Whoever finishes first wins?
Was that the expert commentary?
Let's see if we get reactions from the viewers.
- Idiot!
- It's blowing up on social media.
Yeah, exactly.
We're cutting it. Good to be here tomorrow.
Can't you sleep?
- Tomorrow's going to be steep.
- I've seen steeper.
- I'm not very good at climbing.
- Don't worry. We're leading.
- Yeah...
- Ludvig.
- Where do we always land?
- On our feet?
Rock steady! Now you have to sleep. I'll
tuck you in, then you can count sheep.
But don't count the big ones.
Then you'll get so scared.
Too late.
Melvin! Now you need a good
night's sleep so you're fit tomorrow.
- Are you waking me up just to tell me that?
- Yes. Over and out.
Now I'll never get back to sleep.
Slidre is the best. But is Slidre the best?
Yes, Slidre is the best.
- Slidre is the best.
- What are you saying?
Hm... yeah...
Nature calls.
What's he calling you, then?
Is it you again?
No, you can't take any more.
We need the cheese so we don't lose.
Those who don't have cheese have lost.
But we won't win anyway. Not with
me on the team. I'm never any help.
What...?
Slidre is the best.
Slidre is the best. Slidre is the best.
Esperados, you know what they call
a nice ape? A go-rilla.
Is it just me
who thinks I'm funny?
I don't know what a snotty little brat
like you is up to, but stay there.
- Watch the cheese. Look, Vusvoler.
- Vusvoler?
Do you think I was born yesterday?
I'm not falling for that.
- What's he doing here?
- He's not getting anywhere near our cheese.
- Where's the cheese?
- It's lying...
- Too late.
- No!
Slidre's cheese is gone. Flklypa
just has to finish to win.
Yes!
No way.
The dairy, the pride of the village.
Owned by some idiots from Flklypa. That's not on!
Have we really lost?
Like the man said on the nudist beach. We'll see.
Well, well, then we just have to get the cheese to Flklypa, and we've won.
- I said we'd land on our feet.
- Yes, you did.
- I'll take the first watch. You two sleep.
- Aren't you tired?
Not now that I can smell victory. I'm not letting the cheese out of my sight.
World champion in cheese running, Solan... Gundersen.
- How do you feel now?
- I feel... tired.
I'll write another story tomorrow about how you've secured the victory.
- We have to wake Ludvig and Teodor.
- No, you're the star. Come on.
Come on, world champion. We need pictures for the front page.
- The front page? I belong there.
- Raise your hands in the air like a champion.
- Like this?
- And one where you show your muscles.
- The camera loves you.
- Of course it does.
Good. Smile.
Great. You're a born photo model.
Hold it.
Very good.
Now you can be sad. Ha ha. We fooled you good there.
Thanks for the cheese. Now it's ours!
No!
Nothing says it's not allowed to steal the cheese from the others.
It's illegal to give the others plague. The rulebook is from the 1300s.
- We stole the cheese honestly and fairly!
- You hot-wired the press robot.
You know the rules. You have to look after your own cheese.
I'm going to tear down the workshop and build a 20-metre-tall statue of myself.
With my bum facing the centre of Flklypa, losing its trousers every 5 minutes.
No!
Then we'll see who lives in the best village. I'll give you a hint.
Slidre is the best.
You won't get away with this. Get the cheese back.
Go to Reodor and start tearing. We've found Flklypa's weakest point.
This isn't very exciting. With just one cheese, it's settled.
Yes... Then I suppose we just get started.
This one might be usable.
Do we have to move now?
Is this what it's like to be homeless?
Just missing the milk.
Come on, boys!
- It's not too late.
- What's the plan, Reodor?
I'm going to make a new cheese with this.
I'm not sure I'll find the parts.
I have to try.
Ludvig, you need to get milk.
Any chance of a bit of carrying, Desperados?
- Slacker!
- We could walk backwards and still win.
Ouch!
I need a rest now.
I haven't been this tired since
I marched at the front of the May 17th parade.
It's good we're alone again.
What a slacker!
- What are you doing?
- Flklypa's going to see your backside!
No!
Oh!
That's what I knew.
The invention worked.
- Cheese!
- Cheese?
- Cheese!
- Cheese?!
- Cheese! How did you manage that?
- Maybe there are more world champions?
Now we have a dairy to win.
Can this work?
I don't see the Slidre team.
- I thought Ludvig was the pessimist.
- I knew I'd lose my job.
Come on, we can do this!
Oh! No!
Good evening, losers! So this is what
it looks like in the second-best village!?
Oh no!
This isn't working.
I've been saying that the whole time.
Now nothing can stop me!
- The sun has gone down.
- We're at the finish line. We're winning!
- The others don't have cheese.
- They made a new cheese.
Soon both the new machine
and his workshop will be mine.
- Can't you just give us the victory?
- No, rules are rules.
What would we do without rules?
We'd have lost our jobs.
Fine. We'll set up camp.
What if the camp strikes back?
Why would the camp hit back... You don't become a comedian by coming from Bergen.
Well, well, we might as well get used to sleeping outside.
I knew we wouldn't win with me on the team.
No, Ludvig, it's not your fault. It's mine!
- I forget everything during competitions.
- Yeah, when you put it that way...
- Having a home is much more important.
- So you've realized that? Good.
- Can't we ever move back home?
- Sure, home is where your slippers are.
- They could be anywhere.
- I think mine are at home.
- Which isn't home anymore.
- You can get new slippers.
And a new home.
As long as we have each other, we'll be fine.
I'd love a house up in a tree. It's a family tradition.
Can't we get something on the ground,
or underground?
Think of all the sun you get at the top of
a tree! The sun comes right through the window...
But good heavens! Get out the tools
and you'll see.
Oh, no!
This will be a formality. When the sun
rises, you'll get the cheese over the finish line.
No! Looks like the Flklypa team
is ready too.
I don't understand why these clowns are ready. We're winning.
Slidre is the best!
Rarely has anyone been so high up
and so far down.
They get early sun up there.
In the burnt brown cheese.
- I'm as ready as I've ever been.
- I've never been less ready.
No, the sunbeam has hit them,
not you. You have to wait.
If they can't stay in the sunlight,
they'll be disqualified.
No, we're slipping out of the sun!
We have to go up!
I'll turn this one on.
That was close.
- Was that fun?
- Oh yes. -Oh no.
If they lose the cheese, we win.
- I can't watch this.
- Ludvig!
Oh, that wasn't smart!
You should have seen it!
The cheese is still in the sun!
Stuck in a tree.
We're winning this!
There's still time. You have to steer, Solan.
Go around so I can get hold of them.
I don't know if I can do it.
I'm not a world champion in hang gliding.
- Not in anything else either.
- It's never too late.
Easy, Solan!
Watch your altitude.
Turn, Solan, turn!
They've got the cheese, and they're still in the sun!
This is the wildest thing we've ever seen!
Oh!
There they come!
No!
There! Stop!
Pull away!
- The cheese closest to the line has won.
- I think we're the closest.
- Can we keep the house?
- I think it's decided.
Come on, Desperados.
We'll think of something else.
We always land on our feet.
But not this time...
The dairy is my whole life!
My home!
How could I be so stupid
as to make a bet! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Why do I have to lose control
when it becomes a competition?!
The winner is...!
The winner is...
Then say it!
- Hm?
- No, wait!
One more goal and we're safe.
Yes, well, it's important.
It's decided.
It's a draw!
A draw!?
That means everybody loses!
No, everybody wins!
I saw what you did, Solan.
- Disappointed you didn't get the dairy?
- No, I got something else.
I got a real world champion.
Soon the house will be 200 years old...
Unless someone bets again.
- Should I time you?
- Not everything has to be a competition.
A real world champion doesn't need
attention and records.
He doesn't even need to tell
everyone. He just has to know it himself.
And have good excuses
when things go wrong.
It was the wind! Turbulence!
- Melvin! Can't you do something useful?
- Like what?
- Collect bottles. Important press stuff.
- What are you going to do?
Buy spreads with the deposit. Not cheese!
Finally alone, and time to
take off my shirt and trousers.
...and dance naked!
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