Post by mina on Nov 26, 2020 10:59:14 GMT
1 Advent
"Mister Igor! Mister Igor!" in full desperation Emma ran through the next best wall to look for Mister Igor. The rubble of the wall follows through the room, the dust covered both Mister Igor and the newspaper he was about to read in peace.
"Mister Igor! It's just terrible!" In stoic calm, Igor shook the dust off the newspaper, cleaned his clothes with one hand and tried to clean his reading glasses.
It was just annoying, because he had peace from the two young men, and Emma had to disturb his calm again.
"Mister Igor!" she stopped in front of him. "Mister Igor, it's just awfully!"
"All right Emma. Could you tell me what's so awfully now?"
"Awfully!" "
Yes Emma, what's awful?"
"What??"
Igor groaned, she just didn't get any better. "What do you find so terrible?"
Emma paused and considered. Finally she remembered.
"Our little ones, they fight!"
"It's not our little ones, it's our masters!" improved Igor. Then he thought about it. He couldn't imagine Count Duckula and Vladimir fighting. They had become like
""Pitch and sulfur"", inseparable. Since Vladimir was there, Count Duckula had become noticeably calmer, no need for treasure hunts, little travel.
Out of consideration for Vladimir, who was afraid of long trips. They had become a "team" ... even if it was often to his chagrin. But should the two of them seriously fight? Igor sighed. "Well Emma, I'll see what the young men are up to."
The count's cape was in a corner, the count himself was only wearing a shirt, just like Vladimir, they were facing each other.
"You got pretty strong ..." gasped Vladimir.
"Well!" Shortly afterwards they were back on the floor and wrestling with each other. It was anything but serious, because they kept falling into silly giggles.
"You ... you ... are strong too."
"I think you will be ... equal to me ..." First Count Duckula had been lying on the floor, with a clever turn of the Count it was Vladimir who was lying on the floor. "
or even better!" improved Vladimir.
"I had a good teacher!" replied Count Duckula.
"I hope so!" Vladimir rolled away from his brother. Count Duckula rose contentedly. And turned his back on Vladimir.
Vladimir made a leap and wanted to jump at him when Count Duckula ducked so that Vladimir flew over him. At the same moment the butler opened the door, Vladimir followed right in front of his feet. With his head down with his fins over his head, he was lying around in front of Igor and looking up at Igor from this position.
Vladimir grinned. "Greetings, Igor! I have to say from this position, you don't look prettier either."
Igor looted down to help Vladimir up. "As for her position, she seems very ridiculous." he observed dryly.
Both Duckulas straightened their clothes, Count Duckula went to his cape and tied it again.
"Emma sent me here, she said that our young men are beating each other."
"Honestly, Igor, we look like we hit us. Really Igor. We just measured our strength. Nothing more."
"He really makes up Igor." noted Vladimir. "He's definitely as strong as me now, if not stronger!"
Count Duckula passed the butler with his beak held high.
"Well it is good to hear that. After all, Milord is a vampire, albeit regrettably a vegetarian."
"Last I missed Igor." remarked Count Duckula. "Oh Igor, can you tell me whether Emma has finished my chocolate cookies and cocoa? I'm hungry after this exertion."
"Now to find out, you should go to the kitchen, Milord."
Emma had already prepared everything. She looked at the two of them sternly when they came in. "I will not tolerate a quarrel between you!"
"We didn't have a fight Emma." Count Duckula sat down at the table and threw himself on cookies and cocoa.
"No Emma, you just measured your strength," Igor tried to reassure her. "it was just a bit of a scuffle among them."
Vladimir sat down next to his brother. "Yeah. And your Duckyboos cleaning is getting stronger!"
"Oh that's nice!"
Count Duckula looked pleased at the praise. It remained quiet for a while, only the satisfied "munching" of the count could be heard. Vladimir considered.
"Tell me Fridolin, what do you think if we were to bake Christmas cookies together?"
"Hmm pfff nee?" the Count couldn't get out more with a full beak.
"It is not proper to speak with a full beak!" Emma was a little indignant at the improper behavior.
Count Duckula swallowed the biscuit. "Just you and me?"
At the same moment there were two reactions from the servants. A loud groan from Butler: "Oh no ... it mustn't be! It mustn't be!"
A lamentation from Emma: "You want to drive me out of the kitchen? Drive away your good old Emma !?"
First of all did not care about the whining of the butler. Vladimir just turned to Emma.
"No Emma, I didn't mean it like that. I meant the three of us. You, your Duckyboos and I! The three of us bake Christmas cookies together! That will be great fun!"
Igor groaned even louder.
"The three of us?" Count Duckula considered. "I think ... that's a great idea! Great!" he beamed.
"But Milord! Baking Christmas biscuits at Duckula Castle !! that ... that ..." Igor had no words, he wrung his hands.
"Duckula Castle has always been a place of horror and agony! Christmas is already impossible for a Duckula - but then also bake cookies! Milord ..."
"Milord has decided that we will bake Christmas cookies. And what used to be about Duckula Castle I am not interested! I want to turn this castle into a place of joy and harmony! " replied Count Duckula firmly.
Igor groaned even louder, then turned to Vladimir. "Young gentleman! Think about your words ..."
"But I did!"
"... Christmas cookies! Think about it! You can't even eat them!"
"That's right! But I love the smell they give off when they bake in the oven - and when you take them out!" He drew in his breath with relish, as if he could already smell the fresh biscuits.
"Young Vladimir, if at least they were blood cookies!"
Count Duckula grimaced in disgust.
"Igor, in medicine they call something like that platelet and not" cookie "! (To explain the pun in German in Deusch it says "Blutplättchen" , Keske / cookies can also be named "Plätzchen") And even if we were to bake like that - which I don't plan to do, I still couldn't eat them! "He got up." So we'll stick with it, the three of us, Emma, Fridolin and I will bake Christmas cookies! "
"Fine!" noticed Count Duckula hissing the bite. "I am looking forward!"
A few days later it was the 1st Advent, Count Duckula felt that this was the right moment to put her plan into practice. After making sure that all the necessary ingredients were available in the necessary quantities. First of all, Vladimir and Count Duckula got changed. Cooking aprons and hats were in fashion now, and not normal everyday clothes. Even if Emma hadn't insisted that "her little boys" dress properly for it, they would have done it on their own. After all, they wanted to bake a lot of cookies.
"Tell me brother heart, why so much! You can never and never eat everything by yourself!" Vladimir tied his apron and looked at his brother.
"That my dear Vladimir, I do not intend either!" Count Duckula winked at him.
"Uh ... even if the Antanasia sends some of it as a surprise ... you intended that if I understood you correctly, it will still be way too much!"
"You understand correctly, she's getting a small packet of cookies."
"And the rest?" Vladimir's look at his brother was more than questioning. "You can't eat the Christmas cookies all year round - they'll be inedible."
Count Duckula raised a finger as if to instruct. "Oh ... no ... you know Vladimir. You told me about this German tradition that is done on December 6th."
Vladimir nodded. "St. Nicholas' Day, when people have a surprise in their shoes. Because of St. Nicholas who gave presents to the poor."
"Correct!" Count Duckula turned around. "... and that's exactly what I intend to do with all the biscuits. I want to surprise the villagers with it" and yes ... I want to sneak from house to house on the night of December 5th and 6th and have a little surprise everybody out the door lay."
When Igor heard this he uttered a scream of horror, grabbed his daily newspaper and cursed and left the room. "Miord! I do not want to be a witness of these unworthy spectacles! I will sit down in the drawing room and do more pleasant things!" then he added. "... I'll read the obituaries first."
Vladimir and Count Duckula looked after him, shrugging their shoulders. "Everyone that his .."
Then they turned back to what was there, Vladimir gasped at the thought.
"Well then - good night! We have to do all day."
"Sooo it is my dear brother!"
"Okay ... as you mean brother heart ..."
Emma was already full of excitement ...
Recently, Vladimir had taught the two of them a German Christmas carol, which they now, when the opportunity was right, began to sing loudly at work:
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
Gibt es manche Leckerei
Zwischen Mehl und Milch
Macht so mancher Knilch
Eine riesengroße Kleckerei.
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei"
(In the Christmas bakery
There are lots of treats
Amongst the flour and the milk
Some naughty boy
Makes an enormous mess
In the Christmas bakery
In the Christmas bakery)
With this text. the brothers leaned against each other. Emma's voice was "a little" weird. Duckulas had a Romanian accent, only Vladimir sang in the clearest standard German. Together they made a very interesting trio.
"Wo ist das Rezept geblieben
Von den Plätzchen, die wir lieben?"
"Wer hat das Rezept
Verschleppt?"
on this line Count Duckla rummaged through the cookbook.
„Ich nicht“ replied Vladimir. „Du vielleicht?“
„Ich auch nicht.“ Count Duckula shrugged.
(Where is the recipe
For the biscuits that we love?
Who has taken the recipe… away?
"Not me - you maybe?
No, me neither.")
"Na, dann müssen wir es packen
Einfach frei nach Schnauze backen
Schmeißt den Ofen an"
"Uh Emma ... before you get the hang of it. That just means that you should turn on the stove." observed Count Duckla, quieter ... and then louder
Emma "oh ja!"
"Und ran!"
(Well, then we have to manage it
We’ll just have to bake it up
Turn on the oven…
"Oh yes"
"And go!"
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
Gibt es manche Leckerei
Zwischen Mehl und Milch
Macht so mancher Knilch
Eine riesengroße Kleckerei.
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei"
(In the Christmas bakery
There are lots of treats
Amongst the flour and the milk
Some naughty boy
Makes an enormous mess
In the Christmas bakery
In the Christmas bakery)
Now Vladimir started:
"Brauchen wir nicht Schokolade,
Zucker, Honig und Succade
Und ein bischen Zimt?"
Graf Duckula "Das stimmt."
(Don’t we need chocolate,
Sugar, honey and succade
And a little bit of cinnamon…?
That’s right.)
The brothers mixed the dough together.
"Butter, Mehl und Milch verrühren
Zwischendurch einmal probieren"
"Und dann kommt das Ei"
Count Duckula wanted to open an egg and throw it in, but it didn't quite work.
"Vorbei."
(Mix the butter, flour and milk together
In between taste it
And then comes the egg…
"Watch out" - missed!)
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
Gibt es manche Leckerei
Zwischen Mehl und Milch
Macht so mancher Knilch
Eine riesengroße Kleckerei.
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei"
(In the Christmas bakery
There are lots of treats
Amongst the flour and the milk
Some naughty boy
Makes an enormous mess
In the Christmas bakery
In the Christmas bakery)
When the dough was ready, the text continued.
"Bitte mal zur Seite treten,
Denn wir brauchen Platz zum kneten"
Emma's commitment.
"Sind die Finger rein?"
She checked the brothers' fingers.
"Du Schwein!"
(Please step aside
Because we need room to knead
Are your fingers clean…?
You pig!)
Next in text.
"Sind die Plätzchen, die wir stechen,
Erstmal auf den Ofenblechen,
Warten wir gespannt
Verbrannt."
(which luckily they weren't).
(When the biscuits, which we prick,
Are already on the baking trays
We wait excitedly…
"Mmmm, ooh" - burnt!)
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
Gibt es manche Leckerei
Zwischen Mehl und Milch
Macht so mancher Knilch
Eine riesengroße Kleckerei.
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei"
(In the Christmas bakery
There are lots of treats
Amongst the flour and the milk
Some naughty boy
Makes an enormous mess
In the Christmas bakery
In the Christmas bakery)
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei" www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxh_klcGEvw
" in the christmas bakery" www.youtube.com/watch?v=2j1NK0bxQeY
Puuuhh! "Count Duckula stared at the mass of biscuits they had baked. In fact, the" Knilche "he and Vladimir had left a bit of a mess in the kitchen. When Emma looked around she began to moan. Vladimir also examined the mess in the kitchen. "When the biscuits have cooled down, I would suggest cleaning the kitchen first ..."
"You don't mean ... that we?" began Count Duckula.
But Vladimir interrupted him by giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry you shouldn't clean them alone, there are three of us! It's quick!"
"Quick? At Emma? When she cleans up then ..." he gestured wildly with his hands.
"Maybe it will be even better if we stick with it, brother heart."
"Oh dear ... you are probably right ..."
So they tidied up the kitchen after baking and washed the dishes. Emma was more than excited about her little boys. She wanted to tell Igor about it, completely excited. "Mister Igor! Our little ones ..." But he was snoring on the sofa with a book over his head and slept.
Count Duckula came up to him, read the title of the book Igor had read "Curses and Damnation".
"Oh how nice ... nice sleep reading." Disgusted, he put it down and stood in front of Igor. "Igor… IGOR! Wake up you sleepyhead!"
Igor opened one eye then the other. "Oh Milord ... it's just you ... I was just dreaming that I made a real vampire ..."
"It's you " only "... oh how nice ... how friendly ..." Count Duckula put his hands on his hips. "It's me - your master! Your boss! I just wanted to tell you that we're done baking cookies."
Igor groaned. "Yeah ... you can smell it. That disgusting smell of fresh cookies."
Count Duckula groaned. "Okay Igor ... okay. I'll give you an assignment now."
Igor sat up awkwardly. "What do Milord want?"
"Milord wish that you go down to town first thing in the morning and buy wrapping paper and ribbon."
"Wrapping paper, ribbon, me? Oh my lord you can't ask me to buy something like that?"
"And I can. After all, neither I nor Vladimir can go down without everyone running away screaming. And if you don't see yourself able to do so, take Emma with you. Although ..." he put his finger to beak and considered. "... I think it's even better if you take Emma with you. Who knows what else you're buying?"
"Mister Igor! Mister Igor!" in full desperation Emma ran through the next best wall to look for Mister Igor. The rubble of the wall follows through the room, the dust covered both Mister Igor and the newspaper he was about to read in peace.
"Mister Igor! It's just terrible!" In stoic calm, Igor shook the dust off the newspaper, cleaned his clothes with one hand and tried to clean his reading glasses.
It was just annoying, because he had peace from the two young men, and Emma had to disturb his calm again.
"Mister Igor!" she stopped in front of him. "Mister Igor, it's just awfully!"
"All right Emma. Could you tell me what's so awfully now?"
"Awfully!" "
Yes Emma, what's awful?"
"What??"
Igor groaned, she just didn't get any better. "What do you find so terrible?"
Emma paused and considered. Finally she remembered.
"Our little ones, they fight!"
"It's not our little ones, it's our masters!" improved Igor. Then he thought about it. He couldn't imagine Count Duckula and Vladimir fighting. They had become like
""Pitch and sulfur"", inseparable. Since Vladimir was there, Count Duckula had become noticeably calmer, no need for treasure hunts, little travel.
Out of consideration for Vladimir, who was afraid of long trips. They had become a "team" ... even if it was often to his chagrin. But should the two of them seriously fight? Igor sighed. "Well Emma, I'll see what the young men are up to."
The count's cape was in a corner, the count himself was only wearing a shirt, just like Vladimir, they were facing each other.
"You got pretty strong ..." gasped Vladimir.
"Well!" Shortly afterwards they were back on the floor and wrestling with each other. It was anything but serious, because they kept falling into silly giggles.
"You ... you ... are strong too."
"I think you will be ... equal to me ..." First Count Duckula had been lying on the floor, with a clever turn of the Count it was Vladimir who was lying on the floor. "
or even better!" improved Vladimir.
"I had a good teacher!" replied Count Duckula.
"I hope so!" Vladimir rolled away from his brother. Count Duckula rose contentedly. And turned his back on Vladimir.
Vladimir made a leap and wanted to jump at him when Count Duckula ducked so that Vladimir flew over him. At the same moment the butler opened the door, Vladimir followed right in front of his feet. With his head down with his fins over his head, he was lying around in front of Igor and looking up at Igor from this position.
Vladimir grinned. "Greetings, Igor! I have to say from this position, you don't look prettier either."
Igor looted down to help Vladimir up. "As for her position, she seems very ridiculous." he observed dryly.
Both Duckulas straightened their clothes, Count Duckula went to his cape and tied it again.
"Emma sent me here, she said that our young men are beating each other."
"Honestly, Igor, we look like we hit us. Really Igor. We just measured our strength. Nothing more."
"He really makes up Igor." noted Vladimir. "He's definitely as strong as me now, if not stronger!"
Count Duckula passed the butler with his beak held high.
"Well it is good to hear that. After all, Milord is a vampire, albeit regrettably a vegetarian."
"Last I missed Igor." remarked Count Duckula. "Oh Igor, can you tell me whether Emma has finished my chocolate cookies and cocoa? I'm hungry after this exertion."
"Now to find out, you should go to the kitchen, Milord."
Emma had already prepared everything. She looked at the two of them sternly when they came in. "I will not tolerate a quarrel between you!"
"We didn't have a fight Emma." Count Duckula sat down at the table and threw himself on cookies and cocoa.
"No Emma, you just measured your strength," Igor tried to reassure her. "it was just a bit of a scuffle among them."
Vladimir sat down next to his brother. "Yeah. And your Duckyboos cleaning is getting stronger!"
"Oh that's nice!"
Count Duckula looked pleased at the praise. It remained quiet for a while, only the satisfied "munching" of the count could be heard. Vladimir considered.
"Tell me Fridolin, what do you think if we were to bake Christmas cookies together?"
"Hmm pfff nee?" the Count couldn't get out more with a full beak.
"It is not proper to speak with a full beak!" Emma was a little indignant at the improper behavior.
Count Duckula swallowed the biscuit. "Just you and me?"
At the same moment there were two reactions from the servants. A loud groan from Butler: "Oh no ... it mustn't be! It mustn't be!"
A lamentation from Emma: "You want to drive me out of the kitchen? Drive away your good old Emma !?"
First of all did not care about the whining of the butler. Vladimir just turned to Emma.
"No Emma, I didn't mean it like that. I meant the three of us. You, your Duckyboos and I! The three of us bake Christmas cookies together! That will be great fun!"
Igor groaned even louder.
"The three of us?" Count Duckula considered. "I think ... that's a great idea! Great!" he beamed.
"But Milord! Baking Christmas biscuits at Duckula Castle !! that ... that ..." Igor had no words, he wrung his hands.
"Duckula Castle has always been a place of horror and agony! Christmas is already impossible for a Duckula - but then also bake cookies! Milord ..."
"Milord has decided that we will bake Christmas cookies. And what used to be about Duckula Castle I am not interested! I want to turn this castle into a place of joy and harmony! " replied Count Duckula firmly.
Igor groaned even louder, then turned to Vladimir. "Young gentleman! Think about your words ..."
"But I did!"
"... Christmas cookies! Think about it! You can't even eat them!"
"That's right! But I love the smell they give off when they bake in the oven - and when you take them out!" He drew in his breath with relish, as if he could already smell the fresh biscuits.
"Young Vladimir, if at least they were blood cookies!"
Count Duckula grimaced in disgust.
"Igor, in medicine they call something like that platelet and not" cookie "! (To explain the pun in German in Deusch it says "Blutplättchen" , Keske / cookies can also be named "Plätzchen") And even if we were to bake like that - which I don't plan to do, I still couldn't eat them! "He got up." So we'll stick with it, the three of us, Emma, Fridolin and I will bake Christmas cookies! "
"Fine!" noticed Count Duckula hissing the bite. "I am looking forward!"
A few days later it was the 1st Advent, Count Duckula felt that this was the right moment to put her plan into practice. After making sure that all the necessary ingredients were available in the necessary quantities. First of all, Vladimir and Count Duckula got changed. Cooking aprons and hats were in fashion now, and not normal everyday clothes. Even if Emma hadn't insisted that "her little boys" dress properly for it, they would have done it on their own. After all, they wanted to bake a lot of cookies.
"Tell me brother heart, why so much! You can never and never eat everything by yourself!" Vladimir tied his apron and looked at his brother.
"That my dear Vladimir, I do not intend either!" Count Duckula winked at him.
"Uh ... even if the Antanasia sends some of it as a surprise ... you intended that if I understood you correctly, it will still be way too much!"
"You understand correctly, she's getting a small packet of cookies."
"And the rest?" Vladimir's look at his brother was more than questioning. "You can't eat the Christmas cookies all year round - they'll be inedible."
Count Duckula raised a finger as if to instruct. "Oh ... no ... you know Vladimir. You told me about this German tradition that is done on December 6th."
Vladimir nodded. "St. Nicholas' Day, when people have a surprise in their shoes. Because of St. Nicholas who gave presents to the poor."
"Correct!" Count Duckula turned around. "... and that's exactly what I intend to do with all the biscuits. I want to surprise the villagers with it" and yes ... I want to sneak from house to house on the night of December 5th and 6th and have a little surprise everybody out the door lay."
When Igor heard this he uttered a scream of horror, grabbed his daily newspaper and cursed and left the room. "Miord! I do not want to be a witness of these unworthy spectacles! I will sit down in the drawing room and do more pleasant things!" then he added. "... I'll read the obituaries first."
Vladimir and Count Duckula looked after him, shrugging their shoulders. "Everyone that his .."
Then they turned back to what was there, Vladimir gasped at the thought.
"Well then - good night! We have to do all day."
"Sooo it is my dear brother!"
"Okay ... as you mean brother heart ..."
Emma was already full of excitement ...
Recently, Vladimir had taught the two of them a German Christmas carol, which they now, when the opportunity was right, began to sing loudly at work:
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
Gibt es manche Leckerei
Zwischen Mehl und Milch
Macht so mancher Knilch
Eine riesengroße Kleckerei.
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei"
(In the Christmas bakery
There are lots of treats
Amongst the flour and the milk
Some naughty boy
Makes an enormous mess
In the Christmas bakery
In the Christmas bakery)
With this text. the brothers leaned against each other. Emma's voice was "a little" weird. Duckulas had a Romanian accent, only Vladimir sang in the clearest standard German. Together they made a very interesting trio.
"Wo ist das Rezept geblieben
Von den Plätzchen, die wir lieben?"
"Wer hat das Rezept
Verschleppt?"
on this line Count Duckla rummaged through the cookbook.
„Ich nicht“ replied Vladimir. „Du vielleicht?“
„Ich auch nicht.“ Count Duckula shrugged.
(Where is the recipe
For the biscuits that we love?
Who has taken the recipe… away?
"Not me - you maybe?
No, me neither.")
"Na, dann müssen wir es packen
Einfach frei nach Schnauze backen
Schmeißt den Ofen an"
"Uh Emma ... before you get the hang of it. That just means that you should turn on the stove." observed Count Duckla, quieter ... and then louder
Emma "oh ja!"
"Und ran!"
(Well, then we have to manage it
We’ll just have to bake it up
Turn on the oven…
"Oh yes"
"And go!"
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
Gibt es manche Leckerei
Zwischen Mehl und Milch
Macht so mancher Knilch
Eine riesengroße Kleckerei.
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei"
(In the Christmas bakery
There are lots of treats
Amongst the flour and the milk
Some naughty boy
Makes an enormous mess
In the Christmas bakery
In the Christmas bakery)
Now Vladimir started:
"Brauchen wir nicht Schokolade,
Zucker, Honig und Succade
Und ein bischen Zimt?"
Graf Duckula "Das stimmt."
(Don’t we need chocolate,
Sugar, honey and succade
And a little bit of cinnamon…?
That’s right.)
The brothers mixed the dough together.
"Butter, Mehl und Milch verrühren
Zwischendurch einmal probieren"
"Und dann kommt das Ei"
Count Duckula wanted to open an egg and throw it in, but it didn't quite work.
"Vorbei."
(Mix the butter, flour and milk together
In between taste it
And then comes the egg…
"Watch out" - missed!)
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
Gibt es manche Leckerei
Zwischen Mehl und Milch
Macht so mancher Knilch
Eine riesengroße Kleckerei.
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei"
(In the Christmas bakery
There are lots of treats
Amongst the flour and the milk
Some naughty boy
Makes an enormous mess
In the Christmas bakery
In the Christmas bakery)
When the dough was ready, the text continued.
"Bitte mal zur Seite treten,
Denn wir brauchen Platz zum kneten"
Emma's commitment.
"Sind die Finger rein?"
She checked the brothers' fingers.
"Du Schwein!"
(Please step aside
Because we need room to knead
Are your fingers clean…?
You pig!)
Next in text.
"Sind die Plätzchen, die wir stechen,
Erstmal auf den Ofenblechen,
Warten wir gespannt
Verbrannt."
(which luckily they weren't).
(When the biscuits, which we prick,
Are already on the baking trays
We wait excitedly…
"Mmmm, ooh" - burnt!)
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
Gibt es manche Leckerei
Zwischen Mehl und Milch
Macht so mancher Knilch
Eine riesengroße Kleckerei.
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei
In der Weihnachtsbäckerei"
(In the Christmas bakery
There are lots of treats
Amongst the flour and the milk
Some naughty boy
Makes an enormous mess
In the Christmas bakery
In the Christmas bakery)
"In der Weihnachtsbäckerei" www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxh_klcGEvw
" in the christmas bakery" www.youtube.com/watch?v=2j1NK0bxQeY
Puuuhh! "Count Duckula stared at the mass of biscuits they had baked. In fact, the" Knilche "he and Vladimir had left a bit of a mess in the kitchen. When Emma looked around she began to moan. Vladimir also examined the mess in the kitchen. "When the biscuits have cooled down, I would suggest cleaning the kitchen first ..."
"You don't mean ... that we?" began Count Duckula.
But Vladimir interrupted him by giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry you shouldn't clean them alone, there are three of us! It's quick!"
"Quick? At Emma? When she cleans up then ..." he gestured wildly with his hands.
"Maybe it will be even better if we stick with it, brother heart."
"Oh dear ... you are probably right ..."
So they tidied up the kitchen after baking and washed the dishes. Emma was more than excited about her little boys. She wanted to tell Igor about it, completely excited. "Mister Igor! Our little ones ..." But he was snoring on the sofa with a book over his head and slept.
Count Duckula came up to him, read the title of the book Igor had read "Curses and Damnation".
"Oh how nice ... nice sleep reading." Disgusted, he put it down and stood in front of Igor. "Igor… IGOR! Wake up you sleepyhead!"
Igor opened one eye then the other. "Oh Milord ... it's just you ... I was just dreaming that I made a real vampire ..."
"It's you " only "... oh how nice ... how friendly ..." Count Duckula put his hands on his hips. "It's me - your master! Your boss! I just wanted to tell you that we're done baking cookies."
Igor groaned. "Yeah ... you can smell it. That disgusting smell of fresh cookies."
Count Duckula groaned. "Okay Igor ... okay. I'll give you an assignment now."
Igor sat up awkwardly. "What do Milord want?"
"Milord wish that you go down to town first thing in the morning and buy wrapping paper and ribbon."
"Wrapping paper, ribbon, me? Oh my lord you can't ask me to buy something like that?"
"And I can. After all, neither I nor Vladimir can go down without everyone running away screaming. And if you don't see yourself able to do so, take Emma with you. Although ..." he put his finger to beak and considered. "... I think it's even better if you take Emma with you. Who knows what else you're buying?"