
Are foreign children cuter than domestic children by default? Because seriously—if someone told me that I could get knocked up right now and a little Dutch boy holding a baby frog and a magnifying glass would come out and run around pretending to be an airplane and then fall in a mud puddle all Dutch-style, then, um, direct me to the nearest, well, penis, I guess. (That's how it works, right?) Anyway, this is a movie about a little Dutch dude whose asshole brother tells him that frog spawn is the only cure for a tonsillectomy. So he is all, "PEACE, BITCHEZ," and runs for the countryside and makes a new best friend and eventually arrives (frog spawn in hand) at the house of his grandma—a hilarious old gal who cooks pancakes and nurses meadow animals back to health. WHY DIDN'T I HAVE ONE OF THOSE?! God, Europe makes me angry.
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