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Cover.
Cover! Then we hold!
Stop! Hold now...!
You'll have to forgive that. That was not how we were going to start.
I was just gone for a moment and then he went completely crazy.
Let's just introduce ourselves. That's Helmuth.
A crossing between a bulldog and someone who wants to be on "The X Factor".
Try to see him now. Try to see him joking.
You're thinking: Who am I? I'm kind of a caretaker.
My name is Pelle Asbjørn Eriksen. I work here at SSOD.
Secret Surveillance of Denmark. Just try to see all the screens here.
This is the very large monitoring centre.
I can see everything in all of Denmark. I see people fall in love, -
- then they get really happy for each other, and then they get married.
But it's hard. Love is tested in everyday life.
It often ends badly. The great love shatters.
Everyone gets divorced and it makes me so sad.
It goes wrong in the most perfect places.
Denmark is officially the happiest country in the world.
So everyone in Denmark should be so happy and satisfied.
His name is Mogens, but everyone calls him Monty.
He is ten, lives on Düsseldorf Alley and believes that life is fun and trouble.
Let's just take a closer look at it.
Good morning, mom and dad!
I'm just so happy. How wild that every day is better than the day before.
- Pancakes for breakfast! - Daddy has just put them together.
- Remember to eat some groats. - Kirsten, they look legally rough.
- We have to plan this year's street party. - We have to.
It's just the best. I'm full. May I go?
- No, remember to eat some cereal. - See you later, grown ups!
Can you believe my parents are just so cool.
So I would also a scooter like that.
- Like a tiny child, Thorbjørn? - No.
I would never run so fast without a helmet on.
- You're sprinkling. - It's dandruff, Kirsten.
Maybe you need to use a little on top of your soured milk?
A little dandruff on top of your soured milk. It is a kind of vitamin supplement.
- What's happening here? - We are looking for such a house.
Fabulous. I'll email the papers.
- We're just enjoying the garden. - Brilliant!
Take care! Bye Bye!
- Hi! Are you buying that house there? - Yes, we are considering that.
It's great when some beautiful, happy people move in here.
That is such a positive attitude.
This is news I have to tell everyone. See ya!
- Hey kid? - Do you want to show us around a bit?
I would very much like that.
This is where we live with our neighbours, the Skovlykkes. They're on vacation.
Just wait until you meet Henrik. He's completely nuts.
- Cuckoo. - Who is Henrik?
Henrik Skovlykke, the mastermind behind Juicy Boost.
- Juicy Boost? - Don't you know Juicy Boost?
The energy drink that makes everyone insane. You've got to know the ad.
You will submit that report tomorrow. Otherwise, you'll get thrown out.
What do I do? I have no energy and my fingers are completely limp.
Do you have no energy and are your fingers completely limp?
Yeah!
Yeah! The sky's the limit!
Henrik's daughter, Sofia, is my best friend.
Even though she's 14 and I'm only ten, we're just BFFs.
- Who else lives here? - Tove and Karen live here.
They have a lot of cats.
And then there is the weirdo from Nakskov. He lives here at number 13.
The weirdo from Nakskov?
Sometimes a lot of noise comes from there, but no one dares to complain, -
- because no one knows the weirdo from Nakskov.
The weirdo from Nakskov?
And this is Leon. He thinks no one can see him.
You can not either. I have the ability to blend in with the surroundings.
He thinks he's the epitome of neighbourly help, but Mum thinks -
- that he's a clammy guy lurking.
I'm polite, so I do not want to call your mother snotty.
But if I was not so polite, I would call your Mum an idiot.
- I won't. - That's how he is.
Here lives Jørgen Ulvemose, who has just enlisted his family for screaming therapy.
- Everyone who lives in there is an alien. - Please stop with alien malarkey.
I have tentacles, but only because I have read that it is the look of the season.
Yeah, yeah. And down in that basement live some neo-Nazis.
Heil! Ouch! Pigs did.
And over there live Margrethe and Sune, who are probably intellectuals.
The time is 09:30. It's time to open up a good bottle of red wine.
Then there is Elias Asmussen. He enjoys his hobby.
To ring a church bell. It fills his entire conservatory.
He's obsessed with bells. Lars Johansen is a do-it-yourself type.
Should anyone become disabled, he'd be the one.
You're exaggerating wildly, Mogens. My spleen!
And there come some nuns with full beards on stilts.
And then relatively many parkour nudists live here.
Then we're back at your house. Welcome to the neighbourhood. See ya.
- Have a good day, Leon! - Oh, shut up!
- So we are not going to live here, Birger. - Our child won't grow up here.
- We will talk about that later. Come on. - Well, honey…
Power's out! Was that you, Helmuth?
Are you doing dog tricks again now? Can't you just roll around?
How can there be room for so much wire in such a small dog?
It was right in the middle of something important.
Something about that neighbourhood and Monty's family makes me curious.
I once lived in such a place myself, -
- and for a short time I was also… happy.
Now it shouldn't be this tiring.
As Monty mentioned, another family also lives on Düsseldorf Allé.
The Skovlykke family is on their way home from holiday. Try looking at the screen.
Damn it.
Oh, damn it.
- Allan is fiddling with the airbag again. - Stop playing with that airbag.
- No touching. - Allan, put that airbag back on.
- I didn't do anything. - You can't prove anything.
Now they are fighting.
Allan, Allan, Allan, Allan and Allan. Stop it!
- Watch out, big idiot! - Watch out yourself!
Could you please wait before checking emails?
- A customer is furious over blue stools. - Then get the dyes fixed.
We live with chemical influences. Why should it be Juicy Boost?
The kid may have swallowed batteries.
They were pretty safe in Germany. You have to pull a million bottles home.
Is it now that the knife is coming that I need a safe haven?
We have just been on a car trip to 12 capitals, -
- where you happened to be summoned to court on charges regarding Juicy Boost.
Yeah, weird coincidence, right?
Either you save Juicy Boost, or you'll be under house arrest.
No, no, no, not house arrest. Not at home!
No! Sorry!
Can you please drive properly.
Sofia.
Hi, Mogens. We're home again.
Hanne, we have an intruder! Get my hunting rifle.
- What's up, Sofia? - What's up, Monty?
You have come back…
Are you okay? You look completely weird in the head.
- Are you hurt? - What do you mean?
You've got marks on your face. There! It is impossible not to see it.
Mogens, you giant nerd. It's just a little makeup.
Why are you wearing makeup? It is not the carnival. What are you up dressed like?
I'm not dressed up. This is my new look.
I do not understand it. Is your new look having marks?
It's natural to use makeup when you get to my age.
- Do you want to play? - No, I'm grown up.
We can torture the five with a can opener -
- or make a shop and sell your father's things and buy sweets for the money.
- I do not have time. - Swingball then? Everyone loves it.
Especially my dad, even though he never hits the ball.
- What do you do when you are not playing? - I just don't have the time, okay?
Do you understand? Two friends are coming over and we need to practice.
Practice? Okay. Then I'm just the one who slipped away again.
- What are you staring at, little boy? - He's just totally too immature.
What?
Mogens! We're play catapult with the washing machine.
- It's this year's craze. - I don't want to join in.
What's happening? I do not really understand it at all.
You look sad. It doesn't look like you. You tend to be so playful.
- Have the realities of life affected you? - Sofia can not play.
I know what it's like to be rejected. I have been fired from over 20 jobs.
But I get stronger from it. Physically it goes downhill.
But spiritually, here I am booming.
- Now go over to her tomorrow. - No, Dad. She can't play anymore.
Has she lost her mobility? Such a shame for such a lively girl.
She has grown up and only wants to be with her girlfriends.
Grown up? That does not sound nice.
It is overrated. But you knew it would happen.
She's like four years older. You can play with the fives.
- They're psychopaths. - No, they're just energetic.
We're playing autumn. We are leaves on the trees.
Damn it! But it was an excellent performance about life and death.
Nothing is as it used to be.
We still have the annual street party. Our little gem.
Oh yeah! It has to be the best steet party ever!
Tonight we finish the presentation for the landowners' association.
It should last all day with the flea market, -
- and where everyone performs. And then fireworks at the end!
- There must also be a theme. - What about a love theme?
Thank you, dear Dad! I can't wait to tell mom about it.
I miss you.
I miss being with you. I'm thinking of the picnic we were at.
The one out in the woods. No, not the one with the fish cakes.
Not the one with the tuna salad either. It was the paleo.
What is paleo?
Monty! What are you doing here? How long have you been sitting there?
- Did you hear anything? - I heard something about tuna salad. Mum!
I just have to say something. Dad and I have to organise the street party.
- Do you not want to join? - No, Monty.
I'm going to talk to Dad. I love you, Monty.
Love me? It fits the theme perfectly. Love. Nice, right?
Well, but I have to get going. I have at least ten billion ideas.
Love party. It's going to go just right.
Can you see what's going on? It's going completely wrong now.
Happiness is so fragile. It can disappear in an instant.
Helmuth, can you not stop it with that whistling?
And you do not have to stand on that box there. All my private things are in it.
People are silly. They do not know that the important thing is to fight for it.
You are totally embarrassed just because you do not get attention for three seconds.
But now let's go back and see how things are going with Monty.
Oh, love… love.
Like that.
Perfect.
And then we'll just see how it goes in the neighborhood.
Oh, Henrik.
Good night, Sofia.
No, they are psychopaths.
There's Leon. Ha ha. He can't see me.
He can't see me. Or can he see me?
Are you excited, Monty, that plan looks great.
- Yeah, right? - I think I'm writing a song.
Kirsten, where are you… la-la di-bi-du…
- It may not be at the right angle. - Why did you stop playing?
It was because we got you.
- Sorry. - I had to take care of the family.
You also smoked too much cannabis and slept 14 hours a day.
Let’s say it was for the sake of the family. That sounds better.
- Could we have a chat? - My beloved wife.
The one I know will never let me down. Let me sing you a song.
you… you are…
- Honestly… - You're right. There is only la — la.
- Creatively it's a problem. - Can we talk together?
Uha. Dad has been a bad boy. I'm going to get scolded.
- Good night, my little, beloved boy. - Goodnight, Mum. Goodnight, Dad.
Tomorrow we'll probably get that street party up and running.
Kirsten you are…
Today was just 1000% perfect, and tomorrow will be even better.
Everything just runs for me. Monty and everyone I know.
Good morning to the whole world!
Mum! Dad!
Hello! Where are you?
Hello? Juhu? Mum?
Aha! So it's you who uses the hair dryer without asking.
And you should not use my toothbrush either!
This is the last chance. Next time I will be super angry!
Dad? Well, there he is.
Shall we not start planning the party? There is a meeting on Friday.
- All colours have disappeared. - No, they haven't, Dad.
Only the sound of death and pain remains.
Is that me you're talking about? I think I sing very well. No?
Maybe I should stop singing.
No! You're good enough, Finn. Remember what the coach said.
- You're super lousy at singing. - Not that coach! The other one.
You sing beautifully. You can go out into the world and charm it.
That is the right coach! Nothing can hold me back!
- What's wrong? - She's left me.
She does not love me anymore. The spark is gone.
Too much TV and too much red wine.
- Who left you? - Your mother. My goddess.
- Miss sunshine. - What? I don't understand …
Your mother has met another man. His name is Pierre.
He is incredibly fit, a crossfit genius.
- A magnificent specimen of a man. - A magnificent specimen of a man?
Who can catch up with someone who does crossfit and does 400 arm bends?
I can hardly bend my elbow because I got an injury from stopping my pipe.
And his name is Pierre, a beautiful name!
- Are you getting divorced, Dad? - I don't know what to do.
Maybe you could talk to her. She's at Urban CrossFitters.
- I will, Dad. - Thank you, Monty.
I'll probably get Mum home again.
Kirsten… Kirsten, I love you!
Then it happened. I just knew it. People have too many options.
That's why they get divorced. The Danes always want something different.
They will regret being divorced. They'll end up alone.
Alone with the memories. Lonely and abandoned with a very strange dog.
Helmuth, turn off that helicopter! It's super dangerous.
Duck, you stupid dog!
Allan, Allan, Allan and Allan, put out the torches. Mum has seen us.
- Good morning, darling. - Juicy Boost makes no money.
I just work a little more and make lots of money.
- What should I do then? - You should be unemployed.
Then we have to fire the cleaning lady.
You're not hurt by going home, are you?
I can not dust off, bake cake, plant perennials and train mini putt teams.
I hate perennials. And mini putt probably smells of mackerel.
It's just a terrible thought.
How unfortunate that the world is not ready for Juicy Boost!
It's not so bad to be in charge of the household. Pull yourself together.
But I grew up with traditional gender roles!
Him there, he is a magnificent specimen of a man.
- Mogens! Nice to meet you. - Is my mother here?
Pierre, a magnificent specimen of a man.
You look like a smart boy, full of potential.
We'll probably make you an ultra-fit version of yourself.
Remember, it's okay to be fat and to fail and to be unpopular.
- Ha ha! It's a joke! - Hi, little darling.
- What are you doing here? - I'm so sorry, I wasn't there.
Mogens must be furious and sad... Oh, hey there.
- I don't have you on Instagram. - It is nice.
- Are you getting divorced? - We just met.
I'm talking to my mother, your mega-monkey.
- Could you give us a moment? - Of course.
I'm so sorry I was not there this morning, but it's like this…
- It's crossfit! - Do you not love Dad at all anymore?
Not in a way that means we can live together as husband and wife.
Yeah!
We were supposed to have a street party. Can't you talk to each other or something?
Do you really want to be with that thing?
Yes. Pierre is my new man.
I love you, damn it. You're my world!
I'm going to make you an exercise routine for you, honey.
You're a huge pile of dog poo and I hate you!
- I'm leaving. - Monty! Come back.
What the hell? That was a kettlebell weighing 14 kilos. That kid has potential.
If he trains hard every day for five or six years, he can get a lot of likes.
la-la…
Heck! It would have been so good to write a song again.
- Hi, Thorbjørn. We're playing drive test. - I'm a motor expert.
- Turn left, Allan. - And to the right at the same time.
What happens here? Hanne, get my hunting rifle!
All that joy and I'm so crushed.
My phone. Kirsten, is that you?
I was walking right out on the street, and then I heard music, and then I thought:
Am I in the Bahamas? Where is the pool? I would like a piña colada.
- It's just my ringtone. - I thought we were in the Caribbean.
Back in the office.
Is that you, Kirsten? Will you come home and spoon?
It's from the bank. We understand that you're to divorce.
- I can not understand it myself. - We're informing you about your finances.
You will not meet the next term goal unless you find a solution.
- Should I sell the house? - There are other sources of income.
You might be able to work as a juggler. Yes, that's just a suggestion.
You throw some balls in the air.
It is most impressive to have many going on at the same time.
If there are more, I faint.
How about we drop everything that has to do with juggling?
How about renting out a room? You know what a room is, right?
- It is in all apartments and houses. - Ah, one of those.
It's a deal. You forget the dream of becoming a juggler -
- and instead rent out a room. Thank you for the chat. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Stupid mother. She's as stupid as an old buttermilk with stupid lumps in it!
My beautiful bike, which I inherited from my beloved uncle Tage.
Oh, shut up!
Hey, you silly cat. It's my dad's dandruff shampoo with tar.
My father is in total crisis! The last thing he needs is more dandruff.
That got…
As if it wasn't humiliating enough to have to find a tenant, -
- I can not find my dandruff shampoo either.
I've got to put up my ad.
"Teaching Chinese. Price: 450 per session.
If you already know Chinese, it only costs 400." I can not take that down.
"Signing up for trials with Ebola contagion."
"Donate all your organs before you die for a box of beer."
"Cheap spoons. 4000 for two." If only you had the money.
"Brand new bike from 85 on loan." No, it's all super important.
I wish there was an easier opportunity to find a tenant -
- to a 25 square meter room with kitchenette and south-facing balcony.
I give up.
I have to sell that house and make a living by eating my own dandruff on the street.
Is there a hidden camera?
Come here!
What in the...? Oh, what?
Vikings! Their helmets were so cool. They could sting.
The Vikings were a kind of bees. And dinosaurs!
Although with very short arms. It must be hard to dance around the Christmas tree.
A mummy!
What are you doing here?
Where are you going? No, stay here!
Open the door. Open, I tell you. Open!
Here I come.
- Don't break anything. - I have to go.
Come back!
I'll end up living in a tin shed in a bog area all alone.
I'll never put my arms around a woman again. My Kirsten…
- Yes? - Elsebeth, 22 years old and from Horsens.
I like horses and handball and Rasmus Seebach.
I'm in nursing education and dream of saving the world.
- I am clean and lovely and honest. - I don't quite follow.
- Stupid! I saw it here in the store. - I'll never find a tenant.
- I have to sell. - I want to rent the room.
- Do not you just want to see it first? - Is it full of moldy leftovers?
Are there toenails all over it? Is the floor covered by boogers?
Are there towels that smell?
No, but there are shattered dreams and a karma that has lost all its colour.
I'm used to it. I'm from the country.
It's Kirsten's office. She wanted to be a body therapist.
And fashion blogger, yoga instructor, consultant in candida fungus cases, -
- President of the Radicals, but it never really became anything.
- It smells strange here. - She also wanted to make creams.
She's an angel, but now she's gone.
- You… You're crying. - I'm generally not in tears,
But because Kirsten has left me, I cry more than I do not cry.
I've never seen a man cry. I'm from the country.
Sorry. I understand if you do not want to stay here with all those tears.
Are you OK? Or are you paralyzed by the many broken emotions?
No no. It doesn't matter.
- When do you want to move in? - I was thinking… What about now?
- Well then welcome, Elsebeth. - He's nice. Oh…
I have to go. I'm still a little scared.
Phew. That was close.
What's happening here? It looks like some nonsense.
- We're playing underground diving. - It's fun underground.
- It wakes you up completely. - Underground diving!
It should be banned by law! I've always said that.
If you are a homemaker, we need to practice some routines.
- What is this? - The magic box, the dishwasher.
And should I fill it?
It's Britta. I think we should write it off in the second quarter.
Hi, Henrik. It's me again.
Let's make a bid for Maersk. Shall we say 5.5 billion?
Okay, okay, okay. "Dosage of detergent…"
That was very easy. I'm done!
- That is, done filling the dishwasher. - You're so clever, sweetie.
- Yes, yes. - Oh, what's going on?
So depressing. How can I help my Dad?
- Are there weirdos out there? - Monty?
- He's after me. - No, there's no one here.
You do not understand what I have been through.
I have been inside a completely different world, which is in the middle of our path.
- Is there something wrong? - Dad's company is going under.
- Now he's just a cleaning lady. - My Mum and Dad are getting divorced.
Dad has gone down with the flag, -
And Mum is in love with a magnificent specimen of a man.
And you don't want to play. Everything's falling apart!
I wish I could help my father, -
- so Juicy Boost becomes a hit and he can become himself again.
That's what I'll do. I'm helping my Dad. Thank you, Sofia.
- I do not have time to play anymore. - I'm not playing anymore!
Oh my god, are you thick, or what?
Monty can't be knocked down. I wish you could say that about adults.
Even though Monty is fighting, it is not enough to fight alone.
I once knew a child the age of Monty.
A girl. Her name was Petra. And Petra's parents were very much in love, -
- but love turned into routine.
One day Petra's mother met a man at a Christmas lunch. His name was Jimmy.
Her husband was very surprised and had problems with his temper.
Then one day the man attacked Jimmy.
But Jimmy was a master of jiu-jitsu, freestyle and kickboxing.
He defended himself with kicks in the face.
The man was defeated. He gave up and got a job far away, -
- where he could sit all alone.
Yes, you probably guessed it. It was me who was the father and husband.
But lost it all because I gave up. That was 20 years ago.
Monty, I hope your parents are not as stupid as me and Petra's mother.
I miss Petra. Come on, Monty!
Dad, Dad, Dad? I'll fix everything!
The easiest thing would be to die. Cremated. Turn to ashes.
I would be well suited for that.
I actually already feel a little dry in my mouth.
Nonsense.
Like that, Monty. Now it's running.
Hey, Mogens! Do you want to join? We're playing society.
- Where each individual is dependent… - ...on the community.
I'm a capitalist.
I do not have time for that. I'm going to an owners' association meeting.
Hello, Jørgen Ulvemose. How is screaming therapy going?
- It sounds like there's some progress. - Ciao.
- Dav, Elias Asmussen. - I brought a bell.
If ever there is a need to ring a bell.
- I don't think there will be. - Hello!
Are you going to the meeting?
I'm hosting the street party to bring my parents together. Like in the movies.
I don't watch those movies.
Okay, calm down. The landowners' meeting is now in session.
I assume everyone wants to get home quickly.
Good. I have received requests from various residents -
And objections to all of the wishes of other residents. Here!
Here is the budget from 1965. And now we vote.
Everyone raises their hands in the air.
There is a 100% agreement that we go our separate ways and continue unchanged.
Thanks for today.
Wait! How about my plan for the most epic street party ever?
Check out what I've done.
What? Does that mean yes?
Next point. We usually hold street parties, -
- but Thorbjørn is not here, so we cut it off.
It is hereby decided this year that the street party has been canceled.
What?
I don't understand. We have held the street party every year.
Listen, kid. You've got to go, otherwise I'll call the police.
- Hi, Mogens! Wanna join? - We are having fun playing bazooka.
My birdbath!
Ouch! My new hip.
It's the craze of the year.
Kirsten oh Kirsten
you are a mackerel and I was mayo…
I have not heard it before. He can come up with new songs.
Yes! I know what I have to do.
Dad has to make a new song for Mom and win her back.
And he will sing it at the street party. Brilliant, Monty!
I'll do it. I'm doing that street party. They can't decide for me.
If you just believe in it, it will probably succeed. Anything is possible!
No, it can not. And if it could, then it should be banned. Immediately!
I'll get them back together. I will!
Shut up.
- What are you doing? - Vacuuming.
I'm getting pretty good for it.
- What's going on? - You forgot to turn it on, Dad.
I was almost done with the whole house.
This is not you at all. Why are you not fighting for your business?
Nobody buys Juicy Boost.
- I'll help you. - That's good.
- Do you mind taking the laundry? - Not with being a homemaker.
- I want to help you with Juicy Boost. - There's nothing to do.
People will not buy drinks that destroy their intestines.
I'll figure something out.
Stage, tables, electricity, water, soda, barbecue…
Who are you?
Get away!
Call the police! There's a burglar, damn it!
Stop! I live here. It's my mother's... and father's house.
Then you must be Mogens. Thorbjørn, the wonderful man, mentioned a son.
- Who are you? - My name is Elsebeth, your new mother.
Or more like… I rent a room, but if things go their natural way…
- Are you going to party too? - It's just a light breakfast.
I've just come to town, so forgive me for earlier.
But I have played so much handball and am used to physical melee.
- I throw myself into it. - I do not have time for this.
I have to focus my energy on bringing Mum and Dad together.
I would look for another place to live, -
- because when dad has sung his new love song, -
- my mother is moving home again.
I have heard that it is difficult to find affordable housing for students.
What an uncomfortable plan for me.
But let's see when Thorbjørn tastes my muffins.
Fate is a lemon moon and I'll nibble on a big piece of the family.
I need to get people involved in my idea. It can not be very difficult.
I'm going to make the street party. Do you want to help?
No.
Hi, Jørgen Ulvemose. Do you want to help prepare the street party?
Hey. I'm going to prepare the street party…
Hey. Do you want to help prepare...
The Parkour Nudists! Do you want to join? You could, for example, decorate.
- I can bring my bells. - Cool.
But I don't want to. Nobody wants that street party.
Hi, Allan, Allan, Allan, Allan and Allan. Are you making trouble?
We're going down to skate by the cathedral.
Trying to make a street party alone? Children want so much, can so little.
- You should not have been born at all. - You can help build.
I do not touch a finger without the union having been notified.
He is right. I'll never make it alone.
"You will be delicious and healthy from Juicy Boost!"
- What are you doing? - I do not have time.
I do not want to play. I'm busy with the street party and preparing it myself.
- Good luck. - Will you not help me with the stalls?
I'm making commercials for Juicy Boost.
- What is that? - A poster.
I'm making posters about Juicy Boost and putting them up all over town.
Nobody buys anything because of a poster.
I remember the last time I bought something.
Do you like to kick everything?
Then buy Hard Kicking Boots!
I need Hard Kicking Boots now!
- We're going on YouTube. - YouTube? How?
Do you have any ideas?
If I now help you, Sofia, will you help me with the street party?
- Okay. But I don't want to play. - No games.
Get a bottle of Juicy Boost.
- Allan! Hold on. - Is that me you mean?
- Or me? - Is it me?
Do you mean me?
Who figured you should all be called Allan?
- Here. What do you want with it? - Okay, wait a minute, Allans.
Just take a sip of this.
- What are you drinking? - Juicy Boost.
- And what are you doing right now? - Catching squirrels on a snowboard. Yeah!
It's the alarm centre. I do not understand those sounds.
It's completely pointless. You take him.
Just because I look the way I do, I do not always bother talking to squirrels.
- What do you drink after that trip? - Juicy Boost.
Upload it. So let's get started on my party.
That was nice!
Good morning.
Thorbjørn, my beloved landlord. I've made breakfast.
I can not eat anything.
Not even a Jutland muffin? They're probably called tartlet over here.
I'm going upstairs to stare at family photos.
I lost him before I got him.
You have to fight, Elsebeth. Like in the fight against GOG.
All tricks apply, and that's just the way it is.
Yes, and then give it a try.
- Oops. It's actually hard. - Try again.
Okay, practice makes perfect.
Again.
My old bouncy castle, which has been in the family for millions of years!
It was involved when the universe was created by the Big Bang.
That bouncy castle existed when the first humans walked the Earth.
The Vikings lived in that bouncy castle.
Queen Margrethe lived in it from the time she was born until she was 30.
Denmark won the Euro Cup in 92 in that bouncy castle, and now it is punctured -
- because of the miserable abilities of the incompetent youth in crafts!
While everyone has been so preoccupied with that bouncy castle, we're done.
- Fantastic. - Impressive.
- A plaster on the wound. - That's very good.
Then we can probably have a party this weekend.
- Unimpressive. - My plaster on the wound!
No, what's going on? God forbid.
- It's completely impossible. - Oh, youth can so little.
They can communicate and create communities that can change the world.
But can they build four buildings in half a second? No, no!
So now they are getting divorced and I have to live with a depressed father.
If only we knew someone who could build this with us.
We might actually do that. I'm getting a great idea!
- Ouch. - Are you okay, Mr Skovlykke?
I have become a homemaker. Life continues. I live in a dream.
- There we see a castrated man. - A shadow of a human being.
- Howdy. I'm home. - You managed the shopping? You are good.
I spent one hour shopping, but four finding my way out of the store.
I was found honking in the corner with tights.
And you bought printer paper, clips, toner, pens, more printer paper.
- Very good, right? - Yes, printer paper can be great.
But what about food? Is it something you need?
You will need to become more focused as you shop.
Hello, it's Britta. Okay.
I suggest they buy Danfoss and the majority stake in Joe & The Juice -
- and merge the companies.
Britta, is that yours? Where is that sound coming from? Hello?
What the hell?
- I don't know if I can handle it. - Don't be afraid. Come on.
There he is.
What are you doing? Does he always scream so much?
Are you very afraid of toothpicks? Does he think it sounds good?
Pull yourself together. Sorry, we're intruding, but…
Okay. Just one thing first.
Why does everyone call you the weirdo from Nakskov?
- Well, I'm from Slagelse. - Why do they call you the weirdo?
Yes, why? Yes, I have…
… never actually thought about.
- Mogens's parents are divorcing. - It's probably not your fault, kid.
But he wants to get them back together. At this year's street party.
That's where we need your help.
- What should I do? - We have nothing to offer.
I have a lot of money. My great-grandfather invented the table tennis bat.
And my grandfather laces, and my dad invented mysliknas. No problem.
I have a mental illness. I'm crazy about diagnoses and all the cuckoo crap.
It's an easy job.
Easy? Should we then make the street party all the way over in Sweden?
- This party. Does it have a theme? - Love.
Interesting. Well then you have come to the right place.
No, okay. It was not exactly that room. Sorry.
- I don't want to scream anymore. - So look here! Love!
Dad! I'm making the street party.
Come on, Dad. I'm making the street party.
The street party is getting better than ever!
Well. I will try to enjoy it from my prison of massacred emotions.
You must participate. You have to perform your song for Mum, -
- and you have to fight to get your wife back. Right?
Got to fight! Otherwise, your father will end up alone with a ridiculous dog.
Sorry. I mean a dog that is incredibly talented.
Reasonably sensitive creature. Come on, Monty!
- I'm useless. - Nonsense!
I am just as useful as a broken stick or a sieve without holes.
I know you can do it.
Honey…
You're right. This is my chance.
Tomorrow there will be a party, -
- and then we gather the nuclear family we deserve.
Now I am full of energy. I just need a nap.
Kirsten must not come home. Elsebeth, you must remove her in a way.
Nothing should come between me and the wonderful man. That's just how it is.
Everyone is up and running. It's going so well.
Dad is making the song for the party. Now I just have to make sure Mum comes.
It sounds good. I'm in full swing.
I'll make stalls, a stage and decorations. Trust me.
Strange type, what are you up to?
You must not call me weird. I'm considered a weirdo, -
- which is okay, because I'm not healthy in the brain. That's what the doctors say.
Do you see that, mind-boggling male person?
"I'm special. I need extra attention, allowances from the municipality."
In the event of the slightest breach of the building guidelines -
- I'm calling the union in and closing this party.
And it happens just like this. Like this. Just like this!
Hanne! Thank you, Hanne. That's why we're still together.
We can not have that kind of waste.
Won't you get the union in right away?
Listen, Pole-looking type.
I'm not calling until I know what you're doing. Not now, Hanne!
The peak load on the floor and stage will be 120 kilos per square meter.
So I make a three-quarter inch with 4x4 lintel -
- and with half screw as fixing point.
What? I have not seen a half-screw assembly, -
- since master carpenter Johannesen from Amager Landevej died in 1986.
Just check this out.
What do you think?
Hanne! I suddenly think that life has something good to offer anyway.
I've had a revelation. We have to help make the street party.
It's cool to lift heavy things.
Shouldn't we do something romantic? Shall we go out to eat?
Eat? Are you insane? We need to build muscle. Take a protein shake.
If you are in doubt about how to build muscle, take a look at my blog.
www.aperfectspecimenofaman.dk.
Can't we just have fun?
Cosiness is associated with soda and pastry and makes you quirky.
You could have told yourself this. Such a well-shaped and charming man -
- can not love others as much as he loves himself.
I have been so stupid and confused.
Monty? Hey sweetie. How glad I am to see you.
I'm still a little angry with you.
- That's fair enough. - But tomorrow there's a street party.
- Has Dad recovered? - Yes, and he has a gift for you.
- Promise to come to that street party. - I'm in a sensitive place…
You have to come! Otherwise, I'll get too attached to my new stepmother.
Then I promise. Then I'm coming.
It's just going to be really good, Mum. See ya!
Kirsten you are a mackerel
That's damn good, that.
Okay, that's not completely bad. At least you're trying.
Kirsten you are a mackerel I am the mayonnaise
- Thorbjørn, will you just help me? - I'm just writing the song of the century.
- It's a matter of life and death! - What's happening?
I'm just moving the closet. Can I borrow your mobile?
- You wanna move the closet with my phone? - No, but may borrow it?
Of course. You are from the country, and Outlying Denmark needs help.
- And then you have to help me. - Beautiful, mobile-free.
Could you just stick your head in through the hole?
I had just become so happy to be free of SoMe.
It's just a small, humble attempt to change fate.
Smile!
- What was that? - Again.
It's going to save my life.
I'll just send the picture to Kirsten.
There I have my dream prince. I call it effective women's list.
Can I get my phone back?
I have a limited data subscription and I have come a long way in Candy Crush.
- I must say, Leon. - We're almost done.
I am looking forward to tomorrow.
My parents find each other again. It will be the pinnacle of my life.
- I want to order 20,000 tons. - Henrik?
Well, honey. It was not so good. You have taken the entire warehouse home.
- My name is Peter, trainee. - Where's Henrik?
They have to leave Rotterdam before Thursday.
- Henrik? - Capice? Thursday!
We need to harness momentum. Brittamus! I am back!
- I thought the company had gone down. - No. It's me, Henrik Skovlykke!
- But how did it happen? - Our children are geniuses.
They risk their lives for energy drinks that destroy the intestines?
Who needs intestines as a youngster? We are working on new products.
Juicy Boost with alcohol for those for whom a kick is not enough.
I'll just grab one more beer.
- Do you want to fish with Juicy Boost? - No thanks, not really.
Juicy Boost thunders out there. It's spilling in with allergy cases.
Sales are going great. What about the street party? It looks great.
Something's biting on!
- Fish is healthy! - Oh, stop it.
- No, my much-loved mug! - My glass eye!
No, Dad! Stop!
- Oh, shut up! - Stop! Stop!
What is it? Have you experienced a peak of euphoric happiness?
- You're just saying la-la wildly wrong. - I've forgotten the song again.
You need to get an original song written for tomorrow.
- I'll try. - It's important! If not, all is lost.
You look so cute I feel like eating a jam sandwich. Maybe two.
Are you going to come in and have a jam meal?
- What's your father doing? - He's going to sing a song.
It can definietly be done. He just needs a new vocal cord.
What are the fives doing?
- Oh boy. A giant mousetrap. - It's not a mousetrap, Ingolf.
- You think all birds are mousetraps. - Shut up now, Gerhardt.
Everyone can see it's a giant mousetrap.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
You did it, Elsebeth, your cunning radical.
- Hello. I just want to say goodbye. - Are you moving away from home?
- Is not it a little early? - No no. You have to move.
Tonight Dad is singing for Mum and then they'll become happy together.
So you better start packing. Hope you have a really good life!
Yes, that's something you think, my little stepson.
Kisser, you can't leave me. Can't you see how hot I am?
My muscle mass is extremely resilient. I am a magnificent specimen.
I have completed 22 marathon and I never touch carbs.
After all, life is not just about carbs. I miss my son.
- What are you doing? - The plank.
- What are you doing now? - The planer shavings.
- You're not paying attention. - Yes, and I miss my son.
- I'm making a program for him. - There is more than just being fit.
Quiet now. No one is fit enough.
Thorbjørn will try to win you back.
And what if he wants to? Maybe this was a mistake. A midlife crisis.
There are no crises. There are challenges and temptations.
See my motivational cabinet. Damn, give way!
Hey, there's a message from Thorbjørn. He will actually win me back.
- What? Thorbjørn? - Seems like he got married.
What's going on? Then he just found a new one. He's moved on.
I'm there for you.
Sad smiley. Hashtag loveforever, hashtag goodlookingman.
No, it's bad. We'll try again. We'll try again just one more time.
Sad smiley. No, again. Once again, Kisser. Like that.
Good evening, everybody. I'm Mogens. Welcome to this year's street party.
I appreciate everyone coming. It will be a party full of love.
The kissing booth is hereby opened.
Come and dance tango, the fiery dance of passion.
Take a swing with a rose in your mouth and experience true love.
No, Jørgen, you must not eat the flower.
I suggest everyone drink a glass of burgundy -
- and give a hug to someone they really like. Cheers.
The dagmartart tastes great. It's named after you.
- My name is Hanne. - I meant if your name was Dagmar.
Oh, in that way. How sweet you are, my little Leon.
- Fat tentacles. - What a nice full beard.
I do not know which man I want.
One day he's a bad boy. The next, a man baking scones.
What about this guy?
That's exactly what I've always been looking for. A man with a twist.
That's damn nice, huh, Ronny?
- Everyone is so positive. - Some are a little weird.
- Is there garlic in those buns? - No, there's no garlic in them.
- Is there feta cheese in the buns? - No, these are ordinary buns.
Is there meat from a butterfly caterpillar in them?
I'm allergic to it.
There is no meat from butterfly larvae in the buns.
I feel more like a French hot dog.
- Dad, what are you up to? - We're making a Juicy Boost booth.
He uncontrollable.
It's a love party. Juicy Boost may not be the right thing to do.
I'm presenting Juicy Boost with lots of alcohol.
- Party on! - Have they been tested?
Because I earn so much money now, I'm a little generous.
There's a free Juicy Boost for everyone! The new Juicy Boost with alcohol.
Here. Here you go. One for you and one for you.
No, no. What's happening? It was supposed to be a love party.
They're ruining it all.
Mum!
The party is not lovely at all. You have to go on and save the mood with your song.
Monty, lovely boy. I can not. I just can 't write a song.
- That cannot be true. - If it's for those I love.
It is over. You will never find each other.
- I'm sorry, my friend. - No, Dad! Go away!
Mogens!
Sorry.
Thorbjørn. You have to sing.
I'm afraid the song is a bit silly. I'll disappoint everyone.
Not if you're just doing your best. Do it for me. Do it for Monty.
Without me, my father would never have been successful and ruined the party.
I have to make it right again. Come on. I'll help you.
- I play the keyboard. - Can you?
No, but no one will notice if I just look smart enough. Come on!
Can't you just stop? You have to stop!
What's up, street party? Are you ready for an awesome love song?
Give a big hand to Thorbjørn! He's mega nice.
You look like a hippie. You're a hippie! We don't want to hear you howl.
Someone has to take the guitar from that creature.
Sorry.
Kirsten
you are my tender kiss when life is hard
without you for I love the guide of my life
I throw a string out and you bite on to my hook
then you must hear that I love you in fish talk
for Kirsten you are a mackerel and I am the mayonnaise
Kirsten you are a bit of a herring and I am your raw red onion
Kirsten please come home
Incredible!
It's super cool, Thorbjørn!
For Kirsten you are a mackerel and I am the mayonnaise
I may be a bit of a mouthful but you are not picky
Kirsten you are a bit of an item
as valuable as those at the museum
Kirsten please come home
- Shut up, this is great. - Won't you give me a hand?
- Kirsten, what's going on? - No, no! What are these fools doing?
What do you want? You can't use my ankle to munch on.
We are busy. We have to help.
No, now you're playing again. You're totally junk, Helmuth.
Aha!
Mum! This was not what I meant by a love party.
No, but your father sent a message that changed everything.
- So now I'm getting married to Pierre. - We're actually on our way to City Hall.
We never deviate from each other's arms unless I see a heavy iron ball.
A message?
You have married someone who could be your daughter!
- What? - Did you get married?
I did not get married. Kirsten, I do not know of any of this.
You! You have laid out a cunning plan that has ruined it all.
I'm mad at you now, Elsebeth, you devil. Here I come!
It's just because, I'm from the country.
Take it, you boat neck. I'm so tired of you.
- I can't see anything. - You're pushing.
It's your fault. You've ruined my life with your perfect body.
- Well, please. - Now you have to taste this one.
The sheriff's in town. Everyone lay down on the ground.
- We're just having a party. - You could have said that before.
My car!
No, no! Hello, you can't do that.
The sheriff's car?
My house!
- Juicy Boost! - This is their best stunt.
Then you just take this one. I want Kirsten back.
What is that?
- Stop right now. - Who is it?
Shame on you. There is no one who will fight for anything. You, Kirsten.
- How do you know my name from? - In my search for satisfaction.
- It's actually called self-realisation. - A waste of time. Pull yourself together!
You, Thorbjørn, you have no idea what you can lose until you have lost it.
At least that's how it was when I lost the keys to my filing cabinet.
The greatest achievement of your life is that you have had dandruff for 36 years!
- Dandruff. How sensitive. - Pull yourself together!
And the rest of you: Get yourself together. How are you even behaving right now?
This is going to be a beautiful event.
You're drunk and ruin everything like idiots. Henrik Skovlykke.
- And Juicy Boost? - Now you've smashed everything again.
You have to stop making money on someone else's gut accident.
Life is a special gift. It is not self-evident that one is happy.
One must cherish life and fight for what is worth something.
It is simply not possible to be swine and disrespectful.
Thorbjørn and Kirsten. You have a son who has fought for, -
- that you get along well again.
Monty is the only one you should all learn something from.
But you others: Pull yourselves together! Come on, Helmuth.
We are busy.
- Did you hear what the wise man said? - Yes. About fighting.
- Sorry, Thorbjørn. - I'm sorry.
I screwed up. I'm sorry.
You are a magnificent specimen of a man. Do you not want a Jutland muffin?
A Jutland muffin? It looks very delicious.
And how did the road party end then?
Thorbjørn and Kirsten have gone into couples therapy.
Let's have a look. I believe in it.
Henrik Skovlykke reached a settlement to stop the sale of Juicy Boost.
Now he is successful in selling it as a drain cleaner. Leon is the same.
- I'm keeping an eye on you! - We know that. Everyone can see you.
And the weirdo makes art.
He plays with identity and masks in such a whole new way.
Yipee! Maybe I'm not mentally ill at all. I'm just an artist.
Some new ones have moved in. Poul has a large head with a door on it.
Inside lives a strange creature.
Then there is Veronika, who can not figure out how to put on lipstick.
And then there’s Willy, who is always right outside the picture frame.
Hello! My name is Willy. I'm right down here.
And then Tove and Karen. They have bought a cat that is reasonably different.
The fives are still creative.
We play insects that hit the window of a car at 180 kilometers per hour!
It's the craze of the year!
The nuns and parkour nudists are still in full vigour.
And what about me? I had something I needed to fix.
I went to my daughter, Petra.
Called and said hello… and sorry.
I'll probably have to fight a lot to get back in her life.
And what about Monty and Sofia? They are still good friends.
Sofia has found that growing up is cool, -
- but it's a good idea to take a break from it.
- So what, Monty? - Shall we hang out?
- Yes, let's hang out. - While we do all sorts of fun?
- Are you sure we did not play? - For sure. Come on, Sofia!
No matter if you play or not, it must be banned! Hanne, my shotgun!