Don’t try to tame me
We have new friends!
Action speaks louder than words
A ship becomes our home
Dad’s words of wisdom
The Dad is a three-star general
After all, it’s still a book
Saved by a submarine
Don’t drive a submarine captain nuts
We are home
Son’s birthday party
Kids never lie
Dibs!
An amateur magician
Distance makes vision clear
The Dad faints at the sight of blood
Blood and tears
No more pets
A photographer can be a good painter too
A naked statue
Don’t fool me again, Son
The birds above strike back
I’ll teach you a lesson in the museum
A chip off the old block
Can’t live without the dog
What a chance to destroy my exercise books
Dad is a bit high
Now, each has his own bike
The Son is a dog trainer
A prompt reply
Don’t make fun of people
Magic is nothing but an illusion
I just want to play on the swing
The Dad and Son are punished
In a wax museum
Playing a trick on the rich
A wild circus shot
A Finnish sauna
Hit by a straight punch
We are inventing things
We find the secret of a magic trick
The Son is the new juggler
A ghost likes to look cool
The Dad and Son love doing exercise
Dad, you hit the wrong guy
The Dad and Son in the flesh
We are everywhere!
So long, my friends!
