Don't try to tame meWe have new friends! Action speaks louder than wordsA ship becomes our homeDad's words of wisdomThe Dad is a three-star generalAfter all, it's still a bookSaved by a submarineDon't drive a submarine captain nutsWe are homeSon's birthday partyKids never lieDibs! An amateur magicianDistance makes vision clearThe Dad faints at the sight of bloodBlood and tearsNo more petsA photographer can be a good painter tooA naked statueDon't fool me again, SonThe birds above strike backI'll teach you a lesson in the museumA chip off the old blockCan't live without the dogWhat a chance to destroy my exercise booksDad is a bit highNow, each has his own bikeThe Son is a dog trainerA prompt replyDon't make fun of peopleMagic is nothing but an illusionI just want to play on the swingThe Dad and Son are punishedIn a wax museumPlaying a trick on the richA wild circus shotA Finnish saunaHit by a straight punchWe are inventing thingsWe find the secret of a magic trickThe Son is the new jugglerA ghost likes to look coolThe Dad and Son love doing exerciseDad, you hit the wrong guyThe Dad and Son in the fleshWe are everywhere! So long, my friends!