is a place where you can find lots of delicious food.
Yumi. My, oh my! How happy my mom will be, when I tell her about this place.
Toy. You shouldn’t do that.
Yumi. Why not?
Toy. Ah… I forgot that you are a tiny tot, mother’s boy.
Yumi. I am not a tiny tot. I am a grown-up!
Toy. If you are a grown-up, keep on the hush. You need to learn how to procure food by yourself. Here, help yourself.
Yumi. And what if you stole this sausage link… hm-mm, meat nut?
Toy. Take my word for it. I didn’t steal it. I took it specially for you.
Yumi. For me?
Toy. Yes. For saving me from that malicious dog.
Yumi. Alright then. I’ll just try a tiny bit.
Yumi quickly eats all the piece away.
Yumi. It was delicious. Thank you.
Toy. Lord was right: hunger fetches the wolf out of the woods. I played even more dewy eyed fools along.
Yumi. Eh?
Toy. I said, enjoy your meal.
Yumi. Ah.
Toy. My name is Toy.
Yumi. Nice to meet you. My name is Yumi.
Toy. Do you want me to teach you how to get food from the supermarket?
Yumi. Yes, I do. It’s not dangerous, is it?
Toy. You’ll make a good job if you are not a coward.
Yumi. I am not a coward.
Toy. Well, it means we can get along.
Yumi. What should I do to get food?
Toy. You will stand close to the backdoor in the supermarket. And watch that nobody comes in while I am inside. In the event of emergency you should warn me.
Yumi. First, I should watch that nobody comes in. Second, in the event of emergency I should warn you. That’s it!
Toy. Can you do this?
Yumi. Yes, I can.
Toy. It’s a deal. We will give a half of our loot to Lord. And then we’ll go halves with the rest.
Yumi. Who is Lord?
Toy. Lord is our boss. A leader, a chief.
Yumi. Oh wow!
Toy. So much for your wow! Lord is the most important one on the block. Do you get it?
Yumi. I do. The most important thing for me now is to get food and provide a meal for my mom.
Toy. Don’t be a chicken, Yumi. We are pulling off a job.
Yumi. Right now?
Toy. Yes. As our boss puts it, time is money. Take the sausage while it’s still fresh.
Yumi. But my mom doesn’t allow me to leave our yard.
Toy. Harping on the same string again! Mom, mom. I thought you are a cool lad. Ugh, nancy.
Yumi. I am not a nancy!
Toy. Can you imagine how happy your mom will be when you present her with a sausage?
Yumi. Mom? Will be happy? Let’s go. Right now.
Toy. Keep up with me.
Yumi and Toy leave. The titmouse comes flying. The mice leave their hole and play along.
In less than two minutes Yumi comes running into the yard. He is followed by Khorkov and Corkscrew with an animal catch pole. Yumi runs across the yard, rushes to the hole under the fence, but the Corkscrew grips hold of his hind feet. The mice come to the aid of Yumi, they pelt Corkscrew with snowballs. The titmouse takes away Khorkov’s attention. Corkscrew lets the puppy go. Yumi runs to the wasteland and hides in his dugout. The mice disappear in their hole.
Khorkov. What a scatterbrain you are, Corkscrew! Could not hold down a puppy.
Corkscrew. And you are another, Khorkov. Come on, help me. He’s somewhere near.
Khorkov and Corkscrew come to the wasteland and look for Yumi. The crow comes flying. It sits on the place where the entrance to Yumi’s hideaway is.
Crow. Caw!!! Caw!!!
Khorkov. Look! Crow. Go see what’s out there.
Crow. Here! He hid here! Caw!!!
Corkscrew. Chuck-chuck. Little doggo, where are you?
Khorkov. We will catch you anyway, pup.
The chasers approach the dugout house. The crow flies away.
Crow (on the wing). Caw!!! You will remember me, pup. You will remember me! Caw!!! Caw!!!
Khorkov. Aha! Here is his hole.
Corkscrew (he pokes the Yumi’s hideaway with his catch pole). There is someone there!
Khorkov. Step aside! I will get him.
Corkscrew. Try.
Khorkov reaches forward and pushes his arm into the dugout, trying to get the puppy.
Corkscrew. Why not to try a pole?
Khorkov. Keep out of the way!
Khorkov gets his arm reeking with blood out of the dugout with a shriek. Greta jumps out and comes for Khorkov. At this point Corkscrew gets a loop of the catcher pole on Greta’s neck and pins the dog to the ground.
Corkscrew. What a taking! Hold still, dog, or it’ll be worse.
Khorkov. Pest of a dog! It has bitten my arm through.
Greta. Yumi! Run! Hide away, son!
Yumi jumps out of the dugout and runs to the thickets of bushes.
Corkscrew. Catch! Catch him!
Khorkov runs after Yumi.
Khorkov. You, little scrounger!
Corkscrew. Come on, Khorkov, catch him!
Yumi hides in the thickets of bushes.
Khorkov. He left!
Corkscrew. Shame on you.
Khorkov comes to the home of Yumi and Greta, pushes a big stone which lies nearby and closes the entrance to the dugout with it.
Khorkov. This is for you biting me, beast. Your puppy won’t survive long here without any roof over his head.
Corkscrew. Right! He will freeze or starve to death.
Khorkov. Let’s go. Drag her into the car.
Khorkov and Corkscrew leave and take Greta with them. The titmouse flies after them. Yumi gets out of his hideaway