Bandits are closing in on Pastry's fief, and his father can only round up peasant conscripts to try and fight them off. Pastry and his friends decide to try and do what's in their power to help everyone, even though they're just kids.
I told you, no noble treatment!
!أخبرتكما ألاّ تعاملاني كنبيل
Hört aber auf, mich „Herr“ zu nennen!
Y dejen de decirme "amo", ¿sí?
Os he dicho que no me tratéis así.
Pas de « sire », j’ai dit !
Smettetela di chiamarmi così!
Já falei que não quero
tratamento nobre de vocês!
Перестаньте называть меня господином.