I hjertet af København finder vi Tivoli.

In the heart of Copenhagen, we find Tivoli.

Dette sted er fyldt med skønhed, lys og lyde samt en vis magi.

This place is filled with beauty, lights, and sounds, as well as a certain magic.

Lars og Freja stod ved indgangen, arm i arm, klar til at træde ind i denne tryllebindende verden.

Lars and Freja stood at the entrance, arm in arm, ready to step into this enchanting world.

Lars var en smule nervøs.

Lars was a bit nervous.

Han havde en plan.

He had a plan.

Han ville vinde et spil i Tivoli for Freja.

He wanted to win a game at Tivoli for Freja.

Det var en perfekt plan i hans hoved.

It was a perfect plan in his mind.

Men tingene går ikke altid som planlagt.

But things don't always go as planned.

Slet ikke for Lars.

Especially not for Lars.

De gik gennem parken, hånd i hånd.

They walked through the park, hand in hand.

Fra et sted langt væk lød høj musik.

From a distant place, loud music could be heard.

De fulgte lyden.

They followed the sound.

Pludselig stod de midt i en folkemængde.

Suddenly, they found themselves in the middle of a crowd.

En mand råbte op.

A man shouted.

Han viste et spil frem.

He presented a game.

Lars følte det var nu.

Lars felt it was his chance.

Spillet lignede en skydebane med bevægelige mål.

The game resembled a shooting gallery with moving targets.

Lars tog sin pengepung frem.

Lars took out his wallet.

Han rakte manden nogle mønter og fik en luftbøsse.

He gave the man some coins and received an air gun.

Freja klappede i hænderne.

Freja clapped her hands.

Lars tog sigte.

Lars took aim.

Han skød.

He shot.

Han ramte.

He hit the target.

Freja jublede.

Freja cheered.

Lars skød igen.

Lars shot again.

Anden gang var ikke så god.

The second time wasn't as good.

Han ramte ikke noget.

He didn't hit anything.

Han prøvede igen.

He tried again.

Tredje gang var heldig.

The third time was lucky.

Freja klappede endnu mere.

Freja clapped even more.

Lars følte sig sej.

Lars felt victorious.

Manden bag pulten rakte Lars en stor, farverig bamse.

The man behind the counter handed Lars a large, colorful teddy bear.

Lars gav den til Freja med stolthed.

Lars proudly gave it to Freja.

Hun smilede til ham.

She smiled at him.

Det var en god dag.

It was a good day.

Men dagen var ikke slut.

But the day wasn't over.

Lars ville give Freja endnu en oplevelse.

Lars wanted to give Freja another experience.

De gik til vandturen.

They went for the boat ride.

De satte sig i båden.

They sat in the boat.

Smilende, vuggede de rundt på vandet.

Smiling, they bobbed around on the water.

Turen tog en uventet drejning.

The ride took an unexpected turn.

En kæmpe bølge skyllede over dem.

A huge wave washed over them.

Lars blev gennemblødt.

Lars got soaked.

Freja kunne ikke lade være med at grine.

Freja couldn't help but laugh.

Lars grinede med.

Lars laughed along.

Lars' plan var måske ikke gået, som han havde håbet.

Perhaps Lars' plan didn't go as he had hoped.

Men det betød ikke noget.

But it didn't matter.

Freja lo højt og holdt ham tæt.

Freja laughed loudly and held him close.

I det øjeblik indså Lars, at han ikke behøvede at imponere Freja.

In that moment, Lars realized that he didn't need to impress Freja.

Hun kunne lide ham, som han var, våd og klodset, og det var det, der virkelig betød noget.

She liked him just as he was, wet and clumsy, and that's what truly mattered.

Dette eventyr ender her, men Lars og Frejas begynder netop.

This adventure ends here, but Lars and Freja's story is just beginning.

Og mon ikke der gemmer sig flere våde overraskelser og grin på deres vej?

And who knows, maybe there are more wet surprises and laughter waiting for them on their journey?