Direction: Karlštejn

It is a summer holiday in the suburbs. A dwarf as big as an adult crawls out from a container. A father directs his family – his attentive wife, two boisterous twin boys and a daughter – with a whistle. They set off for a trip, encountering an acquainted family which plans the same. Our family does not manage to buy their tickets before the train's departure. The ticket inspector steals the penalty for himself and moreover repeatedly insults the father. The twin boys galumph unspeakably, they moreover smoke and damage the countryside. The father suffers more and more injuries and the mother enthusiastically collects toadstools. The little daughter throws a ball at the dwarf. She hits him in the face by mistake and the dwarf gets offended. The tireless father drags the family through a desert, fire, and jungle. A publican serves them sewage instead of beer and lemonade. The grumpy dwarf wrecks the little girl's ball. The family runs away from the pub without paying and the boys shoot the pursuing publican with a percussion rifle. They even miss the return train. Back home, the totally whacked family, moreover bandaged from head to toe, founders. Only the little girl sadly looks out of her window. As soon as she goes to bed, the dwarf also returns to the container, braying.