A strong team with a common goal:
To complete their mission...

All in!

...at any cost,
without breaking up the group.

Maja, Stuart and Birgit.

Who's in charge?

'Today's mission: Throw a party.'

-A party?
-Who's in charge?

'Birgit only. No one else!'

-That's me! Am I to take charge?
-That's what it says.

I was excited to be in charge
over Maja and Stuart.

Very excited, but a bit nervous, too.

Well then, I will decide something.

-We're going to throw a coffee party.
-Oh no...

Can I say something?
I don't like coffee.

-Neither do I, to be honest.
-It upsets my tummy.

Poor Stuart's tummy gets upset...

But I'm in charge, and we're
going to throw a coffee party.

Run out to the kitchen
and get started.

-Off you go!
-Okay.

What a team! Such team spirit!

Birgit's bossiness
surprised me a little-

-but she was in charge, so alright.

-Do you know how to make coffee?
-I don't like coffee.

-How is it coming along?
-Good.

Really, Stuart,
we can't serve coffee in these.

We're going to serve coffee
in nice cups with saucers.

-I want those!
-Okay, then.

I've decided something else:
We're going to serve biscuits.

-Biscuits?
-Yes, biscuits.

-We can't do that.
-Biscuits never killed anyone.

Yes, I could die. I'm allergic.

My throat swells up with mucus.
I could choke to death.

-Mucus...
-I'm serious! I can't eat them!

-Just have a little nibble.
-No, Birgit! I'm serious!

-Just one tiny little bite.
-No! I could die! I could die!

-Just have a little taste!
-I could choke to death!

-Yes, yes!
-Hello... Don't...

-One little biscuit! I'm in charge.
-Are you trying to kill me?!

-Stuart!
-What shall I do?

Help!

I was really afraid.

I've never been closer to death.

Things just got worse after that.
She wanted us to carry her around.

Then she had us build her a throne
on the couch.

Yes!
Here sits Queen Birgit on her throne!

You may bow. Go ahead.

Yes, like that. Very good.

Then we had to file her feet.
Disgusting.

A bit more.

When she started talking about the
statue things really got out of hand.

-A statue?
-A statue of me made of chocolate.

-You're kidding.
-No. Two metres tall.

Thin and beautiful with high heels.
All great people have a statue.

Now it's my turn.
I want one made of chocolate.

I'll never build a statue of you.
- Will you, Stuart?

No statue? That means no party,
and that means mission failed.

And it's all your fault, young lady.

-I have to poop.
-Did I say you could?

-No...
-Well, alright, you may go. Now!

-I want a statue.
-You can't have a statue.

-Sure I can. One made of chocolate.
-That's insane!

Birgit's brain has shorted out.

She's making
all kinds of crazy decisions.

One person ruling over all...
Like one of those dictators.

Like that Saddam Hussein in Iraq.

He and his friends would say,
'Hello, hello, people of Iraq.'

'I've decided I don't like people who
are not like me. So we'll kill them.'

'It's for the best. End of message.'
And then they did it.

In a dictatorship, everyone has to
agree with the dictator and his pals.

You can't say anything bad about him
in the papers or on TV.

And no one is allowed to use the
Internet, except for the dictator.

Imagine if you said, 'I think
the dictator makes bad decisions.'

And then someone would kill you
and your whole family.

What if Birgit wanted to kill me
for refusing to build her statue?

In Sweden
people are free to speak their minds.

I will only say this:
This nonsense has gone far enough.

Hey, listen!
We have to do this together.

We can't be fighting
over some old statue.

-I won't build a statue of Birgit.
-Don't you have to obey me?

Yes, but do you know what
that's called? That's a dictatorship.

There are some super crazy dictators
who have even killed people.

-Killed?
-Yes, killed.

That's right. You could have
killed me with your biscuits.

Me, a dictator?
That's awfully embarrassing.

I was ashamed.

Can you ever forgive me?

Yes, I think we can.

I don't know. You have to make
better decisions, or we will fail.

What do you guys think we should do?
- What would you like to drink?

-What should we drink?
-Cordial...?

Cordial sounds good.

She let us eat and drink
what we wanted.

All votes were counted equally.
That's the way it should be.

Yummy.

It felt really great. We did it,
and we stuck together. Aces!

Maja, Stuart, we have done well.

We had a party. Mission...

Accomplished!

-Great coffee.
-Great cordial.

This dictatorship thing,
it wasn't very good, was it?

-Maybe we could build a small statue?
-No.

-A tiny one made of chocolate?
-No.

-Marzipan? Gingerbread?
-No, definitely not gingerbread.