Il était une fois... la vie (1987–1988): Season 1, Episode 20 - Les muscles et la graisse - full transcript
[lively music playing]
♪ Is life, is life, that's life ♪
♪ Sing a song of life ♪
♪ Every heartbeat's a miracle ♪
♪ Feel the rhythm growing ♪
♪ Day by day as we go ♪
♪ Look inside, your body is humming ♪
♪ With a million drums that are drumming ♪
♪ Fill your lungs, get ready ♪
♪ Celebrating the joy
That's life ♪
♪ Is life, is life, that's life ♪
♪ Is life, is life, that's life ♪
THE MUSCLES AND THE FAT
-[grunts]
-[bright music playing]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[narrator] The muscles:
the most important system
in the human body,
making up more than half its weight.
Five hundred muscles
for putting the skeleton into gear
and allowing us to move.
The muscles are told how to move
by the nervous system.
[Speedy sighs] Command
from the central nervous system.
Contract the deltoid muscle
-to raise the arm.
-Hm.
[elated sighs] Yippee! [laughs]
-[chief] See to it.
-[attendant] Right.
[beeps]
Transmit the instruction
to the muscle fibers.
Get a move on, neurotransmitters!
[lively music playing]
-[grunts]
-You should know by now that's mine.
-[groans]
-Hey!
[narrator] The nerve impulses
swoop and spin towards the muscles
that are to be moved.
[muscles] In. Out. In. Out.
Command from the central nervous system.
Relax the deltoid muscle to lower the arm.
Hello, Chief. Here. It's a command!
To contract the muscle
to raise the arm, right? Hm-mm?
Yes, Chief, but how do you always
know everything?
-It comes with years of experience.
-Experience, my foot!
It's true. We do the same thing,
day in and day out.
[cheerful music playing]
[muscles] In. Out. In. Out.
In. Out. In. Out. [exhausted sigh]
[muscles] In. Out. In. Out.
In. Out. In. Out.
-[Peter Jr.] Hello, everyone.
-[Claire] Look at them all!
[Jumbo Jr.] Hey. Hi. Hey. Hey.
[Peter Jr.] Look there.
[platelet] Hey! Look at that.
-Let's have some fun.
-[cheering]
Why? What? Get off me. Hey!
[cheering and laughing]
[shocked gasps]
-[Peter Jr.] Hi there. Hello.
-[Globus] Hello, friends.
-[Globine] Hello!
-[Globus] Are you well?
[Globine] Wish I could fly.
[enzyme] Stop! Stop!
Offload your oxygen here.
[Globus] Right you are.
[laughing]
[Globus] Well, that should help
the muscle cells, my friends.
When the muscles are working
they need plenty of oxygen.
[Hemo] That's what makes us so tired.
Are we going to make the arm muscles move?
Yes, we are. But remember, the body's
made up of many other muscles.
The stomach, the intestine, the liver,
which we've already visited.
-And don't forget
-Gosh!
the most important, the heart.
All these have muscles
which make them move.
[corpuscle] Uh, excuse me, Hemo!
Indeed, even the blood vessel
we're in right now is made of muscle.
Hang on a minute. Have a feel. Please!
But why? What's there to feel?
Oh, don't be stupid, they're my biceps,
my muscles. Can't you see?
Here. You'd better work out with these.
-They'll make you into a superman.
-[moaning]
[Hemo] Is that so?
-[Hemo] Come.
-What a young show-off.
-[corpuscles moaning]
-[enzyme] Bring the bubbles here!
There's a shortage of oxygen
at the energy factories.
[operator] A sugar. Six oxygen bubbles.
That should make 685 kilocalories
of energy for the muscles.
[fireman] Good, the body can keep going
as long as it doesn't overdo it.
-[bright music playing]
-[grunting]
[dog barks]
[Peter] Hey, come back, Rolypoly.
Don't run into the street
Here! You'll get run over!
-[tires screeching]
-[Peter] Oh no!
[heavy breathing]
[pumping sounds]
[machines beeping]
[monitor beeping]
Just now, the pulse rate was
70 beats per minute,
now it's 110, no, 120.
What's happening?
Hm. Well, he seems to be
in a great hurry. Look there.
Look at that!
Oh, I see.
Hundred and eighty, 190...
200, 210...
-What?
-Catastrophe!
We're nearing the physiological threshold.
There's a very real risk of collapse.
Any moment now there won't be
enough fuel for the muscles.
Sound the alarm!
[feel-good music playing]
[fireman] Well, that's it.
-[fireman] Nothing left.
-What?
Emergency. Emergency!
Message for the command centers.
There you are, Speedy.
There is a shortage of sugar.
And what's more, an insufficient
oxygenation of the muscles.
Here, at the double!
Get this to Maestro immediately.
-Vroom! Bye!
-Thanks, Speedy.
Uh-oh.
[cheerful music playing]
[Maestro] Hm...
[gulps] Look, Chief. The heart.
It's making 200 beats a minute now.
The muscles are finished.
What's to be done?
[shrieking and shouting]
[groans and grunts]
Uh, thanks.
Emergency message from the limbs:
"Shortage of sugar. Lack of oxygen.
Grave risk of collapse."
Very well, my friends. Send a message
to the sympathetic system
to accelerate the respiration,
and a message to the liver
to send sugar reserves.
If necessary, we always have
a last resort in the form of fat reserves.
-[Maestro chuckles] There you are!
-Hm.
Huh?
There's no need to get worked up.
A young organism is incredibly resilient.
[chuckles] You'll see.
[light music playing]
[voice] Command to all intercostal muscles
to accelerate respiration.
I repeat: All intercostal muscles
are ordered to accelerate respiration.
Command to all intercostal muscles.
[bright music playing]
[groaning]
It's insane!
We have to accelerate the heartbeat,
and yet, there's still
a grave shortage of oxygen.
And what's going on above us, hey?
[heavy breathing]
[snoring]
Hey? What is it?
Have a look at what's been happening
whilst you've been sleeping.
Just look at the screen.
It looks as if there's no sugar left.
Well, that's too bad.
It's not my job to make more.
Well, if I'm told to bring oxygen,
I bring oxygen.
But, of course, if others don't cooperate,
then everything's a shambles. Isn't it?
Look, there's no more sugar So,
are you telling me I can't do my job, huh?
It's not my fault the sugar's run out
and you know as well as I do
that I can't make the stuff.
If you're so worried about the shambles,
why don't you find some sugar,
-mister smart?
-You forget I'm an oxygen specialist.
Oh yes? That doesn't mean
you can't help out.
[chuckles]
Oh, come on children.
Don't squabble like this.
It's natural for the sugar reserves
to run out sometimes.
Excuse me, Maestro,
but if there's no more sugar to burn,
what am I supposed to do
to produce more energy?
They're nagging me
the whole time for more energy.
Oh, come on, don't get into a state.
If there's no sugar left,
you can always burn fat.
There's usually plenty of that.
I suggest you start tapping
the fat reserves.
-[bright music playing]
-[heavy breathing]
[dog barking]
[groans]
[muscle 1] It's not fair.
We're the only ones doing any work.
[muscle 2] You're right. Without us,
the body won't be able to move.
The heartbeat, the respiration.
It's all due to us, muscles.
And do you realize,
even when they're asleep up there,
we have to carry on working.
We've got a really rotten deal.
In. Out. In. Out.
And what's more, we're not being supplied
with enough sugar fuel.
You're right It's just not fair.
If I don't get something in my stomach,
I'm gonna go on strike.
You should know them by now.
They'll find some way to keep us working.
[Peter Jr.] Look, there's another
sweat bearing gland emptying itself.
I'm afraid the body
will soon be short of water.
[Claire] It might be overheating.
Look at the Ruffini corpuscle.
[sighs]
Hello, Ruffini. Feeling the heat?
[Ruffini] When the muscles overwork,
it's we who suffer. It's just not fair.
-[voice] Mobilization of all fat reserves.
-Oh?
Urgent!
Mobilization of all fat reserves! Urgent.
[together] Bye!
-[sighs]
-Well,
thank goodness for the fat reserves.
It's a good thing we're not too skinny!
[indistinct mumbling]
Halt! There's been a change of plan.
You're needed over there now. About turn!
But we haven't even been home yet.
Give us a chance...
[muttering]
I'm sorry. The muscles have
a severe shortage of sugar. About turn!
Why does it have to be us every time?
-After all, we're not even sugar.
-When does a guy
-have a chance to get a rest?
[chief] Come on now, get going!
And hurry up!
That's 500 calories on their way.
Another 2,000 still to find.
Right! Let's get to work.
[light music playing]
Hm-mm. That amount should be just right.
Prepare the slicer for cutting the butter!
Hm.
Okay. That's perfect!
It should make over 2,000 calories.
-Right.
-Right.
[chattering and giggling]
I'm staying at home.
I don't like traveling.
You must be mad! I love traveling around,
visiting the energy factories. It's fun.
You'd have pay me to go.
I don't like running.
Ag, my friends. [panting] I can't keep up
at this pace, not at my age.
-Oh, dear!
-[heavy breathing]
[laughing]
[Jumbo Jr.] This way, please.
It's not very far now.
Proceed in the direction
of the leg muscles.
Hm-mm?
-Hey! You over there!
-[platelets giggling]
You platelets, come here.
And please calm down.
Down there, we've got
some very stubborn lipids.
Your job is to ease the circulation.
All right, get to work now. At the double.
All right, all right, keep your hair on.
We're going. Come on.
All right.
Come on, you lot!
[laughing]
Carry on.
You'll find the exit straight ahead.
Thanks. [chuckles]
-Welcome!
-Hello.
Just in time.
Now we can produce more energy.
-[bright music playing]
-[heavy breathing]
[sighs]
[panting]
[dog whimpering]
[sighs] What have you done to me?
I'm quite exhausted.
You don't seem to have any idea how
dangerous it is to run in the street, hm?
[Jumbo] Hi, Peter!
-What's this, are you training?
-[dog barking]
[Jumbo] Hm.
Not really. My dog ran into the street,
it's all his fault.
You shouldn't' overdo it, you know.
You don't know
what overdoing even means.
Watch out.
You're gonna get a potbelly, my friend.
-Hm?
-Just watch it.
You should start taking some exercise.
Whenever I see you,
you're lounging around,
clutching some sort of food in your hand.
[chuckling] But I'm not the sporty type.
No problem.
The more you do, the easier it becomes.
What do you mean? Hm?
You just have to train. Come with me.
[heavy breathing]
[panting]
-[Jumbo laughs]
-[Peter] Okay?
[panting]
Hey you! You see old fatso in front of us?
Let's give him some of my oxygen.
He'll never know the difference.
[cackling, whispers] Let's go.
Hm?
-Huh?
-Excuse me, you've dropped some oxygen.
[grumbles]
[cackles] And again.
Mm...
Hey!
[shrieking]
I saw you knocking my basket.
Now pick up all the bubbles!
Uh, but you see, sir, uh...
No excuses. Pick them all up. [laughing]
Mm.
A bit of exercise does one good,
even at my age.
That's very true and it builds up muscles,
doesn't it, Professor?
Ah! But of course. [laughs] Yes!
[light music playing]
You're doing well.
-Keep it up.
-You were right.
I can feel this exercise
doing me good already.
[Foxy] Hey, Stroppy, get a load of that.
Are they showing off or what?
[Stroppy snickers] Well, let's show them
a thing or two, shall we? [wicked laugh]
Yes, let's. It's about time
we had a bit of sport, huh?
[wicked laughter]
Watch. I'll give you some sport.
-[grunts]
-[shrieks]
[Jumbo] Hey you. What do you think
you're trying to prove?
Why did you trip him up? Huh?
-Hm?
-It looks as if something annoyed him.
I'm going to make you pay for that.
-Hm?
-[Peter] Rather leave it, Jumbo.
These two aren't fit enough.
Anyone can see
they wouldn't stand a chance.
You'd better watch what you say.
We're every bit as fit as you.
Want me to show you?
Oh yeah? Well then,
what sport shall we play?
-Jogging, boxing? What do you say?
-[Foxy] Hm?
-Hm-mm.
-And you?
Hm-mm.
[Peter] Then volleyball, athletics?
Hm-mm.
[Peter] Oh, come on. Tennis? Basketball?
Hm... That's it.
-Right. Good. Basketball's okay.
-[Peter] All right then.
-Let's go.
-Right.
See you in half an hour.
And no dirty tricks!
-Promise.
-I swear to it.
Now, what have you
let us in for this time?
Oh come, on, Foxy, I'd never let you down.
I've always got a trick up my sleeve,
haven't I?
That's right. Sorry, I doubted you!
[coughing]
[groans]
[stutters]
Right, you two, are you ready to start?
[Stroppy] Okay.
But of course, we're ready to start,
aren't we?
[gulps]
[upbeat music playing]
[Foxy] Right...
[grunting and groaning]
[growling]
[grunting]
-[Jumbo] Over here!
-[Foxy stutters]
-[stuttering]
-Defend!
Hm. Hm.
Urgent command to the ciliary muscles.
Adjust the eye to the image seen.
To the right internal
and external muscles,
turn the eye seven degrees to the right.
Round object rising up from the ground.
Process the message for interpretation.
Person approaching rapidly at the edge
of the field of the vision to the left.
Pass it on.
Command to the splenius capitis muscles.
Start moving head upwards.
Oh! There's excessive brightness
in the new field of vision.
Command for contraction of the iris.
[bright music playing]
Mm...
[speeding noise]
-[shrieks]
-[shouts and sighs]
I must have told you at least 600 times
not to play on the axon highway.
[baby] Huh? Huh?
You see, we messengers are nerve impulses
and we have to go at high speeds.
Bye!
There's always urgent information
which has to be transmitted.
-When I grow up,
-Hm?
-I'm going to be a messenger.
-[gasps]
-Yes, a great messenger.
-[gasps and grunts]
[baby] Ow!
[light music playing]
Ah, right.
[phone ringing]
Hello, this is the head office
of the cerebral cortex.
Please, won't you speak up?
I can hardly hear you
-[noise in background]
-above all this racket. It's pandemonium.
[indistinct shouting]
-[grunts]
-[assistants cheering]
What a pass!
That chap's a good player.
-Let's go! Let's go!
-Watch out for the thug!
-Hi, guys.
-[indistinct shouting]
[shouts]
[Maestro] What?
Have you all gone completely mad?
What on earth's going on?
What about the messages?
Why are they not being passed on?
That accident was your fault. It was
purely due to lack of coordination.
Oh, dear.
Come on, get to work.
Message to peroneal muscle: contract!
Message to eyes: move to the left.
Very urgent message from the ear balancing
centers: we've just fallen!
Message from the left gluteal muscle:
the buttock's being
too severely contracted.
Urgent message from the pain center:
left gluteal muscle's hurting.
Come on. Come on.
Process this information immediately.
This accident's all your fault.
Look! You have to coordinate everything
you see on the screen with the information
you receive. [laughs] Don't worry,
my friend. It's not serious.
You'll be all right, you'll see.
Message to the right arm: contract
the extensor muscle
and the triceps at force seven.
Contract the deltoid, force three.
For good ball grip,
contract the exterior brachial,
the long supinator, the round pronator.
Yes, that's it. Very good.
Easy, easy. Force two.
Let's move to the right leg. Let's see,
the sartorius, then the extensor,
the right anterior, force five. Hm.
And now to the calf.
Contraction, please. Harder. Harder.
Force seven. Yes, well done. That's good.
Ah, basketball. I remember it well.
[laughs] I used to be quite a star player.
And up! [laughs]
[sighs]
Deltoids and pectorals, take it gently.
A force two to begin with.
Strong contraction of the triceps
and of the extensor.
At force eight, please.
That's it. And now, relax them all.
Very good. Bravo. Done it! Up!
He was the one who told us
to stop fooling around.
Ah well, it's called chief's prerogative.
A goal! Hm-mm!
Beautiful!
[voice] Three - nil.
Seventeen - nil.
[grunting]
This is such fun.
Yes, and I feel wonderfully healthy.
Not at all tired.
-I'd say we're really in good shape.
-[laughter]
Up!
-[voice] Forty-three - nil.
-[groans]
[snarls, pained shouting]
-Hm-mm.
-[mischievous music playing]
[whispers] We're not gonna lose this game.
Now listen to me.
You take the lead
and I'll go for the redhead.
[wicked laughter]
Well then, what are you waiting for?
-[wicked laugh]
-[Foxy] Right.
-[Foxy] Hey!
-Huh?
-[shouts]
-[pained yell]
Ooh, this thing's painful!
Let's go. [moans]
-[voice] Forty-three - one.
-[Jumbo moans in pain]
It hurts!
No, no, no. I didn't mean to.
Please, don't hit me.
I promise I didn't mean to. [stutters]
Good, you'll be bedridden
for a few weeks,
but you're lucky it's not more serious.
Right, I must be off now. Hm-mm.
I also have to go, my friend,
but I'll come and visit you again
as soon as I have a free moment, okay?
Okay. Bring me some more chocolates,
right?
[laughs]
[satisfying sounds] So good...
Don't you think you should
start eating a bit less?
But what else is there to do in bed?
Well, if I were in your place,
I'd be doing some studying.
I'll use the time more constructively.
Would you like me to bring you some books?
You're getting fat, my friend.
You must watch it
[bright music playing]
[groaning]
-[grunts]
-I feel so heavy.
Don t know why.
It's getting harder to move.
I'm also struggling and I don't know why.
It was so easy a while ago.
Hang on, I've suddenly realized
what it is that's causing all the trouble.
-Huh?
-It's all this fat, that's what!
[light music playing]
[enzyme] Uh, what am I supposed to do
with all this fat?
Especially when we're having to produce
so little energy.
-Huh?
-Do you know what to do?
Okay. About turn.
You must go back to the stocks.
We'll call for you only if we need you,
understood?
[driver] If you brake like that, of course
-I'm going to run into you, you idiot.
-What have you gone and done?
It's all your stupid fault.
It isn't. It was you who accelerated.
[whistle blows]
-Huh?
-Get back to your vehicles!
We've enough problems
without this sort of thing.
-[humming]
-[bright music playing]
[chief] Stop. That's enough. No more fat.
Stop immediately!
[groans]
The cell will be destroyed any second now.
Oh! We've been sunk by the enemy.
-[rumbling]
-[shouting]
Our command post
is plummeting towards a cell wall.
We're in danger
of becoming another fat cell.
[doctor] No, no, no, that won't do at all.
Don' t you realize you're putting
-Hm?
-a dead weight on your poor spine?
That's the equivalent of carrying
a load of 20 kilograms
-on your shoulders, my dear boy.
-[laughing]
Not to mention the heart and the lungs
getting exhausted from looking after
mountains of fat. Ah! No, no, no, no!
This has all got to stop.
You're to start getting some exercise,
and from now on, you're only to eat
grilled meats and salads. All you need
is a bit of courage and willpower,
you'll be all right, you'll see.
[grunts and groans]
-Mm. Mm.
-Hm-mm. Hm-mm. Hm-mm.
[laughs]
[lively music playing]
♪ Is life, is life, that's life ♪
♪ Sing a song of life ♪
♪ Every heartbeat's a miracle ♪
♪ Feel the rhythm growing ♪
♪ Day by day as we go ♪
♪ Look inside, your body is humming ♪
♪ With a million drums that are drumming ♪
♪ Fill your lungs, get ready ♪
♪ Celebrating the joy
That's life ♪
♪ Is life, is life, that's life ♪
♪ Is life, is life, that's life ♪
THE MUSCLES AND THE FAT
-[grunts]
-[bright music playing]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[narrator] The muscles:
the most important system
in the human body,
making up more than half its weight.
Five hundred muscles
for putting the skeleton into gear
and allowing us to move.
The muscles are told how to move
by the nervous system.
[Speedy sighs] Command
from the central nervous system.
Contract the deltoid muscle
-to raise the arm.
-Hm.
[elated sighs] Yippee! [laughs]
-[chief] See to it.
-[attendant] Right.
[beeps]
Transmit the instruction
to the muscle fibers.
Get a move on, neurotransmitters!
[lively music playing]
-[grunts]
-You should know by now that's mine.
-[groans]
-Hey!
[narrator] The nerve impulses
swoop and spin towards the muscles
that are to be moved.
[muscles] In. Out. In. Out.
Command from the central nervous system.
Relax the deltoid muscle to lower the arm.
Hello, Chief. Here. It's a command!
To contract the muscle
to raise the arm, right? Hm-mm?
Yes, Chief, but how do you always
know everything?
-It comes with years of experience.
-Experience, my foot!
It's true. We do the same thing,
day in and day out.
[cheerful music playing]
[muscles] In. Out. In. Out.
In. Out. In. Out. [exhausted sigh]
[muscles] In. Out. In. Out.
In. Out. In. Out.
-[Peter Jr.] Hello, everyone.
-[Claire] Look at them all!
[Jumbo Jr.] Hey. Hi. Hey. Hey.
[Peter Jr.] Look there.
[platelet] Hey! Look at that.
-Let's have some fun.
-[cheering]
Why? What? Get off me. Hey!
[cheering and laughing]
[shocked gasps]
-[Peter Jr.] Hi there. Hello.
-[Globus] Hello, friends.
-[Globine] Hello!
-[Globus] Are you well?
[Globine] Wish I could fly.
[enzyme] Stop! Stop!
Offload your oxygen here.
[Globus] Right you are.
[laughing]
[Globus] Well, that should help
the muscle cells, my friends.
When the muscles are working
they need plenty of oxygen.
[Hemo] That's what makes us so tired.
Are we going to make the arm muscles move?
Yes, we are. But remember, the body's
made up of many other muscles.
The stomach, the intestine, the liver,
which we've already visited.
-And don't forget
-Gosh!
the most important, the heart.
All these have muscles
which make them move.
[corpuscle] Uh, excuse me, Hemo!
Indeed, even the blood vessel
we're in right now is made of muscle.
Hang on a minute. Have a feel. Please!
But why? What's there to feel?
Oh, don't be stupid, they're my biceps,
my muscles. Can't you see?
Here. You'd better work out with these.
-They'll make you into a superman.
-[moaning]
[Hemo] Is that so?
-[Hemo] Come.
-What a young show-off.
-[corpuscles moaning]
-[enzyme] Bring the bubbles here!
There's a shortage of oxygen
at the energy factories.
[operator] A sugar. Six oxygen bubbles.
That should make 685 kilocalories
of energy for the muscles.
[fireman] Good, the body can keep going
as long as it doesn't overdo it.
-[bright music playing]
-[grunting]
[dog barks]
[Peter] Hey, come back, Rolypoly.
Don't run into the street
Here! You'll get run over!
-[tires screeching]
-[Peter] Oh no!
[heavy breathing]
[pumping sounds]
[machines beeping]
[monitor beeping]
Just now, the pulse rate was
70 beats per minute,
now it's 110, no, 120.
What's happening?
Hm. Well, he seems to be
in a great hurry. Look there.
Look at that!
Oh, I see.
Hundred and eighty, 190...
200, 210...
-What?
-Catastrophe!
We're nearing the physiological threshold.
There's a very real risk of collapse.
Any moment now there won't be
enough fuel for the muscles.
Sound the alarm!
[feel-good music playing]
[fireman] Well, that's it.
-[fireman] Nothing left.
-What?
Emergency. Emergency!
Message for the command centers.
There you are, Speedy.
There is a shortage of sugar.
And what's more, an insufficient
oxygenation of the muscles.
Here, at the double!
Get this to Maestro immediately.
-Vroom! Bye!
-Thanks, Speedy.
Uh-oh.
[cheerful music playing]
[Maestro] Hm...
[gulps] Look, Chief. The heart.
It's making 200 beats a minute now.
The muscles are finished.
What's to be done?
[shrieking and shouting]
[groans and grunts]
Uh, thanks.
Emergency message from the limbs:
"Shortage of sugar. Lack of oxygen.
Grave risk of collapse."
Very well, my friends. Send a message
to the sympathetic system
to accelerate the respiration,
and a message to the liver
to send sugar reserves.
If necessary, we always have
a last resort in the form of fat reserves.
-[Maestro chuckles] There you are!
-Hm.
Huh?
There's no need to get worked up.
A young organism is incredibly resilient.
[chuckles] You'll see.
[light music playing]
[voice] Command to all intercostal muscles
to accelerate respiration.
I repeat: All intercostal muscles
are ordered to accelerate respiration.
Command to all intercostal muscles.
[bright music playing]
[groaning]
It's insane!
We have to accelerate the heartbeat,
and yet, there's still
a grave shortage of oxygen.
And what's going on above us, hey?
[heavy breathing]
[snoring]
Hey? What is it?
Have a look at what's been happening
whilst you've been sleeping.
Just look at the screen.
It looks as if there's no sugar left.
Well, that's too bad.
It's not my job to make more.
Well, if I'm told to bring oxygen,
I bring oxygen.
But, of course, if others don't cooperate,
then everything's a shambles. Isn't it?
Look, there's no more sugar So,
are you telling me I can't do my job, huh?
It's not my fault the sugar's run out
and you know as well as I do
that I can't make the stuff.
If you're so worried about the shambles,
why don't you find some sugar,
-mister smart?
-You forget I'm an oxygen specialist.
Oh yes? That doesn't mean
you can't help out.
[chuckles]
Oh, come on children.
Don't squabble like this.
It's natural for the sugar reserves
to run out sometimes.
Excuse me, Maestro,
but if there's no more sugar to burn,
what am I supposed to do
to produce more energy?
They're nagging me
the whole time for more energy.
Oh, come on, don't get into a state.
If there's no sugar left,
you can always burn fat.
There's usually plenty of that.
I suggest you start tapping
the fat reserves.
-[bright music playing]
-[heavy breathing]
[dog barking]
[groans]
[muscle 1] It's not fair.
We're the only ones doing any work.
[muscle 2] You're right. Without us,
the body won't be able to move.
The heartbeat, the respiration.
It's all due to us, muscles.
And do you realize,
even when they're asleep up there,
we have to carry on working.
We've got a really rotten deal.
In. Out. In. Out.
And what's more, we're not being supplied
with enough sugar fuel.
You're right It's just not fair.
If I don't get something in my stomach,
I'm gonna go on strike.
You should know them by now.
They'll find some way to keep us working.
[Peter Jr.] Look, there's another
sweat bearing gland emptying itself.
I'm afraid the body
will soon be short of water.
[Claire] It might be overheating.
Look at the Ruffini corpuscle.
[sighs]
Hello, Ruffini. Feeling the heat?
[Ruffini] When the muscles overwork,
it's we who suffer. It's just not fair.
-[voice] Mobilization of all fat reserves.
-Oh?
Urgent!
Mobilization of all fat reserves! Urgent.
[together] Bye!
-[sighs]
-Well,
thank goodness for the fat reserves.
It's a good thing we're not too skinny!
[indistinct mumbling]
Halt! There's been a change of plan.
You're needed over there now. About turn!
But we haven't even been home yet.
Give us a chance...
[muttering]
I'm sorry. The muscles have
a severe shortage of sugar. About turn!
Why does it have to be us every time?
-After all, we're not even sugar.
-When does a guy
-have a chance to get a rest?
[chief] Come on now, get going!
And hurry up!
That's 500 calories on their way.
Another 2,000 still to find.
Right! Let's get to work.
[light music playing]
Hm-mm. That amount should be just right.
Prepare the slicer for cutting the butter!
Hm.
Okay. That's perfect!
It should make over 2,000 calories.
-Right.
-Right.
[chattering and giggling]
I'm staying at home.
I don't like traveling.
You must be mad! I love traveling around,
visiting the energy factories. It's fun.
You'd have pay me to go.
I don't like running.
Ag, my friends. [panting] I can't keep up
at this pace, not at my age.
-Oh, dear!
-[heavy breathing]
[laughing]
[Jumbo Jr.] This way, please.
It's not very far now.
Proceed in the direction
of the leg muscles.
Hm-mm?
-Hey! You over there!
-[platelets giggling]
You platelets, come here.
And please calm down.
Down there, we've got
some very stubborn lipids.
Your job is to ease the circulation.
All right, get to work now. At the double.
All right, all right, keep your hair on.
We're going. Come on.
All right.
Come on, you lot!
[laughing]
Carry on.
You'll find the exit straight ahead.
Thanks. [chuckles]
-Welcome!
-Hello.
Just in time.
Now we can produce more energy.
-[bright music playing]
-[heavy breathing]
[sighs]
[panting]
[dog whimpering]
[sighs] What have you done to me?
I'm quite exhausted.
You don't seem to have any idea how
dangerous it is to run in the street, hm?
[Jumbo] Hi, Peter!
-What's this, are you training?
-[dog barking]
[Jumbo] Hm.
Not really. My dog ran into the street,
it's all his fault.
You shouldn't' overdo it, you know.
You don't know
what overdoing even means.
Watch out.
You're gonna get a potbelly, my friend.
-Hm?
-Just watch it.
You should start taking some exercise.
Whenever I see you,
you're lounging around,
clutching some sort of food in your hand.
[chuckling] But I'm not the sporty type.
No problem.
The more you do, the easier it becomes.
What do you mean? Hm?
You just have to train. Come with me.
[heavy breathing]
[panting]
-[Jumbo laughs]
-[Peter] Okay?
[panting]
Hey you! You see old fatso in front of us?
Let's give him some of my oxygen.
He'll never know the difference.
[cackling, whispers] Let's go.
Hm?
-Huh?
-Excuse me, you've dropped some oxygen.
[grumbles]
[cackles] And again.
Mm...
Hey!
[shrieking]
I saw you knocking my basket.
Now pick up all the bubbles!
Uh, but you see, sir, uh...
No excuses. Pick them all up. [laughing]
Mm.
A bit of exercise does one good,
even at my age.
That's very true and it builds up muscles,
doesn't it, Professor?
Ah! But of course. [laughs] Yes!
[light music playing]
You're doing well.
-Keep it up.
-You were right.
I can feel this exercise
doing me good already.
[Foxy] Hey, Stroppy, get a load of that.
Are they showing off or what?
[Stroppy snickers] Well, let's show them
a thing or two, shall we? [wicked laugh]
Yes, let's. It's about time
we had a bit of sport, huh?
[wicked laughter]
Watch. I'll give you some sport.
-[grunts]
-[shrieks]
[Jumbo] Hey you. What do you think
you're trying to prove?
Why did you trip him up? Huh?
-Hm?
-It looks as if something annoyed him.
I'm going to make you pay for that.
-Hm?
-[Peter] Rather leave it, Jumbo.
These two aren't fit enough.
Anyone can see
they wouldn't stand a chance.
You'd better watch what you say.
We're every bit as fit as you.
Want me to show you?
Oh yeah? Well then,
what sport shall we play?
-Jogging, boxing? What do you say?
-[Foxy] Hm?
-Hm-mm.
-And you?
Hm-mm.
[Peter] Then volleyball, athletics?
Hm-mm.
[Peter] Oh, come on. Tennis? Basketball?
Hm... That's it.
-Right. Good. Basketball's okay.
-[Peter] All right then.
-Let's go.
-Right.
See you in half an hour.
And no dirty tricks!
-Promise.
-I swear to it.
Now, what have you
let us in for this time?
Oh come, on, Foxy, I'd never let you down.
I've always got a trick up my sleeve,
haven't I?
That's right. Sorry, I doubted you!
[coughing]
[groans]
[stutters]
Right, you two, are you ready to start?
[Stroppy] Okay.
But of course, we're ready to start,
aren't we?
[gulps]
[upbeat music playing]
[Foxy] Right...
[grunting and groaning]
[growling]
[grunting]
-[Jumbo] Over here!
-[Foxy stutters]
-[stuttering]
-Defend!
Hm. Hm.
Urgent command to the ciliary muscles.
Adjust the eye to the image seen.
To the right internal
and external muscles,
turn the eye seven degrees to the right.
Round object rising up from the ground.
Process the message for interpretation.
Person approaching rapidly at the edge
of the field of the vision to the left.
Pass it on.
Command to the splenius capitis muscles.
Start moving head upwards.
Oh! There's excessive brightness
in the new field of vision.
Command for contraction of the iris.
[bright music playing]
Mm...
[speeding noise]
-[shrieks]
-[shouts and sighs]
I must have told you at least 600 times
not to play on the axon highway.
[baby] Huh? Huh?
You see, we messengers are nerve impulses
and we have to go at high speeds.
Bye!
There's always urgent information
which has to be transmitted.
-When I grow up,
-Hm?
-I'm going to be a messenger.
-[gasps]
-Yes, a great messenger.
-[gasps and grunts]
[baby] Ow!
[light music playing]
Ah, right.
[phone ringing]
Hello, this is the head office
of the cerebral cortex.
Please, won't you speak up?
I can hardly hear you
-[noise in background]
-above all this racket. It's pandemonium.
[indistinct shouting]
-[grunts]
-[assistants cheering]
What a pass!
That chap's a good player.
-Let's go! Let's go!
-Watch out for the thug!
-Hi, guys.
-[indistinct shouting]
[shouts]
[Maestro] What?
Have you all gone completely mad?
What on earth's going on?
What about the messages?
Why are they not being passed on?
That accident was your fault. It was
purely due to lack of coordination.
Oh, dear.
Come on, get to work.
Message to peroneal muscle: contract!
Message to eyes: move to the left.
Very urgent message from the ear balancing
centers: we've just fallen!
Message from the left gluteal muscle:
the buttock's being
too severely contracted.
Urgent message from the pain center:
left gluteal muscle's hurting.
Come on. Come on.
Process this information immediately.
This accident's all your fault.
Look! You have to coordinate everything
you see on the screen with the information
you receive. [laughs] Don't worry,
my friend. It's not serious.
You'll be all right, you'll see.
Message to the right arm: contract
the extensor muscle
and the triceps at force seven.
Contract the deltoid, force three.
For good ball grip,
contract the exterior brachial,
the long supinator, the round pronator.
Yes, that's it. Very good.
Easy, easy. Force two.
Let's move to the right leg. Let's see,
the sartorius, then the extensor,
the right anterior, force five. Hm.
And now to the calf.
Contraction, please. Harder. Harder.
Force seven. Yes, well done. That's good.
Ah, basketball. I remember it well.
[laughs] I used to be quite a star player.
And up! [laughs]
[sighs]
Deltoids and pectorals, take it gently.
A force two to begin with.
Strong contraction of the triceps
and of the extensor.
At force eight, please.
That's it. And now, relax them all.
Very good. Bravo. Done it! Up!
He was the one who told us
to stop fooling around.
Ah well, it's called chief's prerogative.
A goal! Hm-mm!
Beautiful!
[voice] Three - nil.
Seventeen - nil.
[grunting]
This is such fun.
Yes, and I feel wonderfully healthy.
Not at all tired.
-I'd say we're really in good shape.
-[laughter]
Up!
-[voice] Forty-three - nil.
-[groans]
[snarls, pained shouting]
-Hm-mm.
-[mischievous music playing]
[whispers] We're not gonna lose this game.
Now listen to me.
You take the lead
and I'll go for the redhead.
[wicked laughter]
Well then, what are you waiting for?
-[wicked laugh]
-[Foxy] Right.
-[Foxy] Hey!
-Huh?
-[shouts]
-[pained yell]
Ooh, this thing's painful!
Let's go. [moans]
-[voice] Forty-three - one.
-[Jumbo moans in pain]
It hurts!
No, no, no. I didn't mean to.
Please, don't hit me.
I promise I didn't mean to. [stutters]
Good, you'll be bedridden
for a few weeks,
but you're lucky it's not more serious.
Right, I must be off now. Hm-mm.
I also have to go, my friend,
but I'll come and visit you again
as soon as I have a free moment, okay?
Okay. Bring me some more chocolates,
right?
[laughs]
[satisfying sounds] So good...
Don't you think you should
start eating a bit less?
But what else is there to do in bed?
Well, if I were in your place,
I'd be doing some studying.
I'll use the time more constructively.
Would you like me to bring you some books?
You're getting fat, my friend.
You must watch it
[bright music playing]
[groaning]
-[grunts]
-I feel so heavy.
Don t know why.
It's getting harder to move.
I'm also struggling and I don't know why.
It was so easy a while ago.
Hang on, I've suddenly realized
what it is that's causing all the trouble.
-Huh?
-It's all this fat, that's what!
[light music playing]
[enzyme] Uh, what am I supposed to do
with all this fat?
Especially when we're having to produce
so little energy.
-Huh?
-Do you know what to do?
Okay. About turn.
You must go back to the stocks.
We'll call for you only if we need you,
understood?
[driver] If you brake like that, of course
-I'm going to run into you, you idiot.
-What have you gone and done?
It's all your stupid fault.
It isn't. It was you who accelerated.
[whistle blows]
-Huh?
-Get back to your vehicles!
We've enough problems
without this sort of thing.
-[humming]
-[bright music playing]
[chief] Stop. That's enough. No more fat.
Stop immediately!
[groans]
The cell will be destroyed any second now.
Oh! We've been sunk by the enemy.
-[rumbling]
-[shouting]
Our command post
is plummeting towards a cell wall.
We're in danger
of becoming another fat cell.
[doctor] No, no, no, that won't do at all.
Don' t you realize you're putting
-Hm?
-a dead weight on your poor spine?
That's the equivalent of carrying
a load of 20 kilograms
-on your shoulders, my dear boy.
-[laughing]
Not to mention the heart and the lungs
getting exhausted from looking after
mountains of fat. Ah! No, no, no, no!
This has all got to stop.
You're to start getting some exercise,
and from now on, you're only to eat
grilled meats and salads. All you need
is a bit of courage and willpower,
you'll be all right, you'll see.
[grunts and groans]
-Mm. Mm.
-Hm-mm. Hm-mm. Hm-mm.
[laughs]
[lively music playing]