A mézga család különös kalandjai - 3. Autó tortúra (teljes)

It's good to be insane, for just a day

And see our troubles fly away like cloudy days

There's something beautiful in turning gold out from tin

Our spirits fly high, but the air is so thin!

Bold and brash, carefree, never forlorn

Don't be afraid to grab the bull right by the horn

And when trouble first rears its head, don't you start singin' blues

Don't expect brainiacs, to give you any clues

If anyone doubts you just, take a good look at them

Tell them to walk in your shoes!

I am Mézga Geza, and I brake, for no one

But my family's a bunch of clowns

In a space so tiny, there's no room, for whining

Even though there's naught to brag about

In our house we live it up, party hard, till we drop

Like we live in the "wild west", mayhem, chaos, and fun

Daddy, mommy, children too, love for him, me and you

Neither whines or hangs their head, worries, troubles, or pouts

Kristina's head is empty, and filled with, confetti

Introducing stupid Aladár

Bickering constantly, like Kitty, and Blöki

Someday maybe they'll bury the hatchet

In our house we live it up, party hard, till we drop

Like we live in the "wild west", mayhem, chaos, and fun

Daddy, mommy, children too, love for him, me and you

Neither whines or hangs their head, worries, troubles-

The newest family member is our extremely distant descendant in the 30th century.

MZ/X, MZ/X, please respond, please respond.

Switchtrans.

What did he say?

I'll tell you for a forint!

Often do I forget that Neohungarian is lost upon the denizens of the Old Atomic Age.

Luckily, I can speak to my ancestors via this mind-reading translation device.

Our relationship is secretive and mystical, even a little bit metaphysical.

It's good to be insane, for just a day

And see our troubles fly away like cloudy days

There's something beautiful in turning gold out from tin

Our spirits fly high, but the air is so thin!

Bold and brash, carefree, never forlorn

Don't be afraid to grab the bull right by the horn

And when trouble first rears its head, don't you start singin' blues

Don't expect brainiacs, to give you any clues

If anyone doubts you just, take a good look-

Nobody's looking,

Everyone's crazy, that's life!

C A R - C R U C I A T I O N

[horrible singing]

Kristina! You're coming to the wedding dressed like that?

You look like a milkmaid!

Why? You're the one who said the bride is a cow.

Please don't start with me. Put on either your pink or your white outfit.

Can't we go to a funeral instead? I like my black dress so much more.

You'll be putting it on soon after you drive me to an early death.

Children! Where is my straw hat?

Your lovely daughter "reused" it.

"Reused" it? For what?

Bedding.

Mafia had a litter of kittens. Of course if you still want to wear it...

Well! This is a madhouse, I swear to you, a certified madhouse!

You're not exactly part of the staff, either.

What is on your feet, Géza?

Oh, whatever. Who's gonna be paying attention to my feet at a wedding?

But why did you put on an unmatching pair of shoes?

Because the other member of each pair presses on the corns on my feet.

How many times have I told you to have them cut out?

I cut them out but now they're ugly!

I don't understand you sometimes.

Looks awesome, daddy! You're the next trendsetter for sure.

Would you like to break in my blue jeans?

Can we PLEASE get going? The trip to Kecerakonca is at least 3 hours long.

I still have to do my hair.

Aladár? Come on. We'll warm up the car.

Aren't we taking Blöki with us?

Oh yeah. Paula, are we taking Blöki?

That mutt is not fit for a wedding.

I'll drop him at Máris's place.

Alright, just hurry up.

I hope it starts. It was coughing up a storm last night.

It was freezing.

You think it got a cold?

Well, it doesn't want to start.

The battery must have drained.

Drained? What would have drained it? It was resting all night!

You probably should have put it in neutral first.

I'll never stop behind a puddle again. It's a good thing the engine stopped.

Aladár! - Yes,dad?

Just this once, I'm letting you touch the car.

Please put it in neutral while I try to juice the carburetor.

Hey, is this thing supposed to smoke like that?

Well... maybe not this much.

Some day I'm going to sell this piece of junk anyway.

Don't threaten it too much. Cars listen.

Hey there, what's wrong?

Engine trouble.

I see, I see. You have a rupture in your cylinder valve.

You think?

I can tell just by glancing at it!

No way. The engine is simply a little congested.

Don't you try to teach me, big-ears.

And what am I supposed to do with it?

Take apart the whole thing and that's that! Tools, please.

But we were about to leave for Keszerakonca!

If you're in a rush, you're better off walking.

This won't be a car today.

This? Ha! It will fly like a silver arrow!

Out with this, and this...

Here. Take these apart and sort them according to size, color, and taste.

Géza, what are you doing here?

Fixing the car, my love.

In your celebration outfit?

We won't be celebrating if this car doesn't start!

What a catastrophe! We'll be late for sure.

No worries. I love being fashionably late.

Good day, doctor. - Salutations!

Good day. I see Lopatyuk is taking apart a car again?

It's done already, doctor.

Hey!

Where are you taking the ventilator?

To the playground.

He's got mania mechanicaricus autoloonia.

It's a delusion that makes him think he's a car mechanic.

Don't worry, he's not a danger to anyone.

Good luck on your trip.

Thank you.

Géza, tell me, was that propeller important?

Not anymore.

So you're all saying that the car has some kind of serious problem?

This thing? Nothing, just the minor matter of a transplanted heart!

Géza, I told you that we have to be at the wedding by 6!

Alright, alright, I know already!

I'll call the mechanic. Oy, how do I get this off of my hands?

With Ultra [Hungarian cleaning product].

With Ultra...

Ultra?

Ultra!

Ultramicrowaves!

Got it, with ultra.

Never fear, Paula, while Géza is here. Come quickly, Aladár!

In the meantime, take care of these internal parts.

Dad, bring the ground. He's at the Márises

Right, Blöki is over there. Turn on the radio while I'm gone.

Will I ever have some peace in this God-forsaken hovel?

Oh, it's you. Yes?

My dear Dr. Máris, would it be possible for me to have my dog back for a couple of minutes?

Your dog? Of course! Just unhinge him.

Oh... my wife will sew it together.

Thank you very much for the dog; I'll bring him back before you know it.

I'm bursting at the seams with relief.

Aladár, what did you do to my fishing pole?

I made a remote-controlled adjustable microphone. Here, watch.

Lovely. And how am I supposed to catch fish with this?

How should I know? You may speak.

Hello? Hello. This is Mézga Radio Budapest.

Sonny, er... Aladár, how do they call him again?

MZ/X.

Tryconn retard.

How dare you speak to your great cubed grandfather like that?

I'd better not hear that again! Snot-nosed kid.

Tryconn retard.

Well this is just-

He said he TRIED to CONNECT with you but he couldn't REACH you and he sends his REGARD.

Oh, that's different.

How do I tell him not to speak in shorthand?

SwiMinRead.

SwiMinRead.

Obtest anon?

What?

Obtest anon?

He hasn't switched over yet.

"obtest anon" means that he Obligately Testifies on behalf of your Ancestral Ontogeny.

Bunk. I already switched over, and I was asking whether you OBTEST ANON.

You supplicate and you beseech, time and again.

Well, if these few small favors truly burden you so much-

That's not what I said.

I would just like to know what you need before I overheat again.

Well, my car got gutted...

...and I need a new motor.

'Car.' I learned about this 'car' in my primitive machinery class.

And I still have my textbook, somewhere...

What kind of motor did it have?

Um, you know, the sputtering kind.

Turbohydroplaning triphibious?

What is triphibious?

Road, sea, and air.

Oh, yes, it needs road, and sea, and air, too.

No way!

Why do you say that? Don't you want a triphibious car?

I am sending a new antimagnetomotor.

It contains 30 years worth of fuel and a five-directional radar transceiver.

The car doesn't have any other problems, does it?

It does!

It's a bit... rusty.

I'm sending Cosmosfluidox. Spray it on.

I'm overheating! The lightpost is away.

Wait a second! How do I install it?

Usmaninc huntran.

What?

UsManInc HunTran. You seriously have trouble with this?

User Manual Included with Hungarian Translation

By the way, it wouldn't hurt to open the window.

Darn it. Too late.

You couldn't have told me earlier?

Don't worry, dad. Next time we'll remember to ask for a windowpane, too.

So this would be the engine?

It's a cute little thing, isn't it?

It says here: '1000 horsepower.'

Oh, I'm sure they're counting in ponies.

Here, grab it.

And we spray it down with this.

Here's the usman inchuntran, too. We're good to go.

Blöki! Aladár, take him back to the Márises please while I lock up the apartment.

Finally. So the mechanic is on his way?

Mechanic? What mechanic?

I can fix a piece of junk like this all by myself.

Where's that usman inchuntran?

Here you go.

This kid, I swear, he'll be a physicist some day!

He's already an expert. He's an object in free-fall, onto its face.

Alright, we're done. Now just a little spray.

What is that? Don't tell me it needs cologne to run now.

It holds it together so the wind can't blow it apart.

Ok, everybody in.

Hussle! Now we're really in a hurry.

If this thing starts, let me turn into a mule and live out my days on a farm.

Hey, Géza. Géza!

Is something compelling you to drive like a madman?

Ha! We're only in second gear, my dear.

I guess they count horsepowers in thoroughbred stallions, after all.

Give it some more juice.

Géza, we're in a residential area. What's the speed limit?

Paula darling, if there's no sign for it, it doesn't exist.

Residential area. Please.

Watch out!

Hey! I wasn't trying to look out of THIS window!

Easy on the brakes! Are you trying to kill us?

I didn't even step on the brakes!

So... how did we stop?

The radar transceiver must have kicked in.

Good day, sir. Your driver's license, please.

Did I perhaps do something wrong, officer?

Not 'something.' Everything!

You, sir, are these streets' worst nightmare.

Me???

Don't argue, Géza. That just raises the ticket fee.

Please just give the officer your credentials.

Well, then... here it is.

Flying coffin.

Géza, if you don't slow down this instant, I'm getting out.

Hehe! You'll get out and fly another 10 miles.

Paula, please be strong. The brakes are on fire.

My dear Lord, what will we do now?

Reflect on the choices you've made in life.

Dad, I'm done already.

I think we all are now.

Relax, everyone. It's triphibious.

Géza! You drove into Lake Balaton!

Hey, at least the engine will cool down.

Look at all the pretty pikes!

Next time I go fishing, I'll come here.

Tell me something, Géza.

How is it possible that our car works in water, too?

My dear, it is a standard feature of every flood-proof model.

Mr. Captain! Incoming ship off the windward bow!

Aladár, does the usman inchuntran say anything about how to stop this thing?

Of course it does. Like this.

Well, thank goodness! Oh, wow.

Look how nice and cool it suddenly got!

I should have worn my bathing suit. The water feels divine!

Géza! There's water in our car! We're sinking!

Oh no! My outfit is soaked!

How am I supposed to go among people like this?

We're not going among people, Paula darling.

We're going among fishes.

Help! Somebody he-[gargling noises]

Aladár! Is there any way out of this?

Of course there is. You just press this button.

It's like pulling teeth with you, every single time.

I don't like to strain myself when it's not entirely necessary.

Hey look! I've become a bridesmaid.

Géza, now I've had just about enough of your practical jokes.

I came all this way to be a guest of honor, not a diver!

Don't worry, Paula dear, we're almost there.

They must already be missing me a great deal.

Well, it looks like the Budapest branch of the clan isn't coming after all.

Eh, we're better off without them anyway.

They don't really care about their country bumpkin relatives.

I told you we shouldn't have invited them in the first place!

Whether we invited them or not, they're clearly not coming.

There's no harm done or hard feelings on either side.

Let them sit in their fancy city-slicker condominium.

Well, that's certainly true.

Alright, then. Let's all feast and be merry without them!

Honored guests from the south, north, west, and east,

It's time for us to begin our wedding feast!

The lovely bride in white, and her lucky loving groom,

And every other favored guest, in high spirits, consume!

Everything on the table!

The goose, the lamb, the pork, everything!

For the greasy palate, our finest wines and spirits!

So, you all decided to show up after all?

Everything is ruined!

Géza, you literally crashed the wedding...

I never liked greasy foods.

Oh, we seem to be a bit late.

Nonsense. You all got here just on time.

My rifle!

Kids! Family! Quickly, back in the car!

After it!

Géza, where did our car go?

Who knows? Straight to the junk pile.

Well, run after it!

Best if you all run with me.

No use rushing. Don't worry, nothing worse can happen to us.

I can't believe I gave Peter Hufnagel his ring back.

Synced by benjaminpolhe

Translated by Zoltan Vaci