long live boggerlas. and we shall abolish all the taxes imposed by that horrible old ubu. - hurrah. - forward. - onward to the palace. - this way-- aha. there's the old hag. what can i do for you, gentlemen? oh, it's boggerlas. keep throwing stones, my friends. oh, so that's the way to say. defend yourself, cowardly bumpkin. i challenge you to single combat. ah, i'm done for. victory, my friends. now, for ma ubu. ah, here come the nobles. quick, let's seize the wicked hag. yes, she'll do. and you, will you string up the old man himself? [music] ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu. all right, my friends, get hold of that lousy sot, manure. make mincemeat of the russians. victory is ours. three cheers for the red eagle. - hurrah. - ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu. let's get that big bugger. my god, i've come a cropper. so it's you, manure. well, well, we are delighted to see you again. i'm a dead man. that must have been a cannonball that just hit me. dear god, i beseech you, forgive me my sins. it was a cap pistol. oh, so, yo