[theme music]
(male narrator) Long, long ago, deep in the forest
there was a hidden village where tiny creatures lived.
They call themselves Smurfs.
They were good.
[music continues]
Then there was Gargamel, the evil wizard.
He was bad.
Oh, I hate Smurfs!
I'll get you, I'll get all of you
if it's the last thing I ever do!
[evil laugh]
[Gargamel grunts]
Oh, I'll get you.
I'll find your village someday. You'll be sorry!
(male narrator) Well, the forest is still there
and if you listen, you may hear Gargamel's rage.
And if you are good you may just catch
a glimpse of the Smurfs.
[theme music]
[grunting]
[panting]
- Hi, Farmer Smurf. - Hello, Handy.
Say, I just finished my chores.
So how about a game of smurfball?
Can't. Have to mow these weeds.
And they be driving me smurfy!
[grunting]
Hey, Jokey. Join me for a swim?
Swim? Ha-ha-ha! I have to cut all this firewood.
And that's no joke.
Greedy Smurf, how would you like to..
Sorry, Handy. I'm too busy.
- Uh, what's smurfing, Handy? - Forget it.
If only there was a faster way for us Smurfs
to get our work done.
I know! I'll invent a way.
[indistinct chatter]
Why all the excitement, Smurfette?
Ooh, Handy's fixing a surprise for us.
I hate surprises.
(Handy) 'Attention, Smurfs.'
You see before you an invention
to take all the work out of work.
- A Clockwork Smurf. - Huh?
Just set Clockwork Smurf's button
for whatever kind of work you have to do.
And Clockwork Smurf will do it for you.
[Clockwork sputtering]
[Smurfs gasping]
[indistinct chatter]
(Farmer Smurf) 'That contraption be as strong as a hundred Smurfs.'
Handy, old pal, can I use him next?
No, I have him next.
[clamoring]
Hold it. Hold it.
I want Papa Smurf to have the honor
of using him first.
Why, thank you, Handy.
I do have a little kink in my back.
Perhaps a gentle massage?
A little to the right. Ha-ha.
A little to the left. Ha-ha. Ah, right there.
[instrumental music]
[sighs]
I feel like a new Smurf.
Next.
[Clockwork sputters]
Uh, just a pinch less sugar in the next batch, Clockwork Smurf.
[chuckles] I have to watch the old smurfline, you know.
Oh, Clockwork Smurf. You can do so many things.
I hate doing things
that the Clockwork Smurf can do better.
I wonder what makes this thing tick.
I'll just sneak a peek.
Oops!
[sputtering]
Clockwork Smurf! Where are you?
Uh-oh.
[whistling]
Clockwork Smurf! Oh, there you are.
[sputtering]
Hey, ow!
[Brainy shouts]
Hey!
[Smurfette screams]
[instrumental music]
(Greedy) Yikes!
[whirring]
[Smurfs shouting]
What's all the fuss out there?
Yipes! Ow!
[sputtering]
[crashing]
[clamoring]
I don't understand. Where did I go wrong?
I don't know, but you must put things right again
before the whole village is destroyed.
[intense music]
[Clockwork sputtering]
[whirring]
[crows cawing]
I'm afraid we'll have to use force to stop him.
[gulps] Poor Clockwork.
(Papa Smurf) 'When I give the word, we'll pounce.'
[sputtering]
'Smurf him!'
[clamoring]
[Clockwork sputtering]
Sorry, Smurf. This is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you.
[whirring]
My most brilliant creation, a failure.
- What could have gone wrong? - It wasn't your fault, Handy.
You smurfed your best.
[instrumental music]
[Handy humming]
[sputtering]
[thunder crashing]
[sighs]
[horses galloping]
[instrumental music]
[creaking]
thud
(Mrs. Sourberry) 'Oh, isn't it exciting, milady?'
'I can hardly wait.'
Tomorrow is Prince Gerard's 12th birthday.
The day he officially becomes our new king.
It excites me to no end, Mrs. Sourberry.
A pity the poor little fellow has been so ill for so long.
Oh, yes, but he will be well enough
'to attend his coronation, won't he?'
Mrs. Sourberry, we can only pray.
Oh, how sad. But some warm food is just what he needs. So I'll--
Oh, he's still much too sick for visitors.
But I shall see that he eats every drop.
Oh, thank you, milady.
Oh, little tyke, he's been sick for so long.
Everything is going according to plan.
'By this time tomorrow, I, Imperia, shall be queen.'
[laughs] Ulrich.
[bell rings]
You rang, milady?
Here is something for your dog.
[snarling]
'Now take this pot of disgusting gruel'
to the precious little prince as usual.
[chuckles] Yes, milady.
And at midnight, when everyone's asleep
'we will sneak the brat to the secret dungeon under the moat.'
Tomorrow, we will announce that his three years of illness
have come to a final, tragic end.
Then, as the law decrees, I shall be crowned queen.
[laughs maniacally]
[dramatic music]
Good evening, Your Royal Lowness.
[chuckling]
I bring you glad tidings.
'At midnight, we're moving you to chambers'
'more befitting a young king.'
- Really? - Yes.
A place without such drafty windows.
In fact, with no windows at all.
[laughing]
[snarling]
Go ahead and laugh, Ulrich. I shall have my day.
Oh, you'll have many, many days.
All spent in the dungeon.
[laughing]
- Ah! - Enjoy your coronation feast.
[laughing]
[sighs] What am I to do?
[Clockwork sputters]
What have they done, put a snake in my gruel?
[coughing]
Well, what a clever little doll.
I don't know how you got here, but you're stuck with me now
feeding the rats.
[sputtering]
Huh? What are you trying to tell me?
[mumbling]
[grunting]
[sputters excitedly]
You're not only clever, you're a genius.
[sputtering]
slam
[intense music]
We must find someone we can trust.
And tell them the truth about Lady Imperia.
Dear Mrs. Sourberry.
Oh, am I glad to see you after all these years.
Who are you, child, and how did you get into this castle?
'Tis I, Prince Gerard. Remember?
Sure, and I suppose those rags you're wearing
are the latest royal fashion.
But let me explain.
Here, young man. Take these cookies and be gone.
(Gerard) 'But-but I can--'
You'd best trot yourself home before the guards spot you.
And don't sneak in here again.
(Gerard) But.. Oh, it's no use.
Who in the world would believe a ragamuffin like me
could be a prince?
If only I could find some friends.
[sputtering]
[instrumental music]
Midnight, time to escort
Prince Gerard to his new royal chamber.
[Ulrich laughing]
Alright, you little laggard, time to.. What?
'He-he's gone!'
Mrs. Sourberry. A terrible catastrophe has befallen us.
- The poor, sick prince is gone. - Gone?
Yes, escaped. I-I-I mean, wandered off.
'The fever must have affected his mind.'
Oh, no!
[crying]
You haven't perchance seen any trace of the brat?
I-I-I.. My beloved nephew.
Oh, no, milady.
The only soul I've seen all night
was a poor little peasant boy
babbling some nonsense about being a prince.
- Huh! - That was he!
Oh, the poor dear is so ill
he sometimes thinks he's a peasant
and, uh, dresses accordingly.
Which way did he go?
I saw him heading for the forest with a strange little toy doll.
A doll? I told you he was to have no toys.
Uh, well, we'd better go and find my dear nephew
and see that he's properly taken care of.
After we catch that rat, we'll lock him in a prison
from which he'll never escape.
And then we'll throw his little doll to the fire.
[laughing maniacally]
sniff sniff sniff
[intense music]
[snarling]
It's the prince. Fang's picked up the scent.
Excellent, that little brat Gerard
will soon be locked up again. Ha!
Hyah! Hyah! Giddyap now. Ha!
[Fang barking]
'Hyah! Giddyap! Hyah!'
[Fang barking in distance]
[panting] They're after us. We'll never outrun them.
screech
Perhaps we should face them like men.
If only we were men.
[sputtering]
You want to cross that river?
You must be daft.
[gibberish]
[Fang barking in distance]
Hang on, little friend
and try to keep your nose dry.
[dramatic music]
[growling]
(Ulrich) I'm afraid Fang has lost the scent, milady.
(Imperia) Then he will just have to find it again.
Across the river!
I just don't get it. What could have gone wrong?
My poor Clockwork Smurf, lying out there broken.
By smurf, I'm gonna get him on his feet again.
[Clockwork sputtering]
Huh?
[Clockwork sputtering]
[gasps]
Papa Smurf! There's a human in the village!
[Smurfs clamoring]
Please don't be afraid. We mean you no harm.
Who are you, a-and what do you want?
I-I may not look it, but I am a prince.
Prince Gerard.
[gibberish]
(Gerard) 'Tomorrow should be my coronation day as king.'
'But my evil aunt, Lady Imperia'
wishes to take the crown for herself.
Thanks to your Clockwork Smurf
I escaped the prison tower in which she's been keeping me.
But unless we stop Imperia and her henchmen
before it's too late
'both my kingdom and I will be doomed.'
[gibberish]
(Papa Smurf) 'Your Majesty, my Smurfs and I'
will be honored to help you in any way we can.
Yeah. We'll give them a right, and we'll give them a left.
[clamoring]
Hold it, Smurfs, hold it.
First, how about a nice bath and some clean clothes, prince?
Oh, thank you. And something to eat?
Now you're talking, prince.
[chuckles] I could use a little midnight snack myself.
Follow me.
[indistinct chatter]
I, uh, uh, just wanted to say
what you've done for the prince is really smurfy.
[gibberish]
A real father couldn't be more proud.
Aw!
[whirring]
sniff sniff sniff
(Ulrich) Don't worry, milady.
We'll keep the home fires burning
for our little lost prince.
Eh, gents?
[evil laugh]
Splendid, with this brush cleared
no one'll be able to pass this way without being seen.
Now I must return to the castle to prepare for my coronation.
When you catch the little scoundrel
you know what to do with him.
That we do, milady. That we do.
[dramatic music]
Oh! What a night, but it was worth it.
Smurfs, I believe this glowberry formula will save
the prince and his kingdom.
[all cheering]
Yay!
Oh, but, Papa Smurf, he's no longer a prince.
[gibberish]
May we present His Majesty, King Gerard.
[trumpet music]
(Smurfs) 'Ooh! Long live the new king!'
Long live the new king!
Thanks to you all, now I not only feel like a king
I look like one, too.
Then it's time you return to your kingdom
to claim your crown.
This glowberry formula will get you safely past your enemies.
[blowing air]
[Smurfs exclaiming]
And we will accompany you.
[blowing air]
[clamoring]
[gibberish]
Ah, Clockwork Smurf.
Your job is the most important and dangerous of all.
'You are to run ahead as a decoy'
'to lure Imperia and her men on the wrong course.'
Uh-huh!
Now, the effects of this potion only last two hours.
So let's get smurfing.
[Smurfs cheering]
[upbeat music]
[all snoring]
[Clockwork sputtering]
- Hey.. Huh? Wha.. - Hey.. Huh? Wha..
♪ Na-na-na-naa na-na-na-naa ♪
That's Prince Gerard's toy doll.
After him!
[dramatic music]
[Fang barking]
[snarling]
(Ulrich) 'Come back here, you miserable mutt.'
The little doll went that way.
Sir, look. The boy's footprints.
He's gone that way with a whole army of those little dolls.
We must catch them before they reach the kingdom.
To the horses!
[crowd chanting] We want the prince! We want the prince!
My dear people.
With the heaviest of hearts, I regret to inform you
'that last night my beloved nephew, Prince Gerard'
passed away in my arms.
[all murmuring]
But just before the dear child slipped away
he whispered his final wish to me.
That I, Imperia, take the crown in his place
as new ruler of the kingdom.
[all murmuring]
[Fang barking in distance]
(Jokey) 'Hurry. Hurry.'
(Greedy) 'They're catching up.'
(Grumpy) 'I hate c-c-catching up.'
[intense music]
(Smurfette) 'Oh! Look at Prince Gerard.'
[all gasp]
Papa Smurf, what happened? It hasn't been two hours yet.
(Papa Smurf) 'I feared this might happen.'
'I've never had to figure the exact dosage'
'for a human before.'
(Ulrich) 'There he is.'
We have you now, you sneaky little whelp.
Stand fast.
(Hefty) 'No, run fast.'
'We'll handle 'em.'
[Fang barking]
Run him down, men.
[Ulrich laughs]
[barking]
[intense music]
[grunts]
[trumpet music]
[horses neigh]
[barking]
[sniffing]
boom
(Jokey) 'Surprise!'
[Jokey laughing]
[trumpet music]
Henceforth, I shall be Your Majesty, Queen Imperia.
(Gerard) 'Stop.'
[gasps] Prince Gerard?
[crowd gasps] Prince Gerard!
My people, I'm very much alive.
Princess Imperia kept me imprisoned all these years
'to trick you into crowning her queen.'
[booing]
Let-let me explain.
Uh-uh, I had your best interests at heart, truly I did.
splat
[clamoring]
'Wait. Stop. You're making a grave mistake.'
[crowd booing]
Milady, what's happened?
[clamoring]
[crowd cheering] 'Long live the king! Long live the king!'
[all cheering]
Oh, thank you, Smurfs.
This happy day is only possible because of you.
[indistinct chattering]
On behalf of my entire kingdom
I present you with this award for your valor and bravery.
(Mrs. Sourberry) Long live the Smurfs!
(Mrs. Sourberry and Gerard) Long live the Smurfs! Long live the Smurfs!
I'll eat to that.
We are deeply honored.
But in all fairness, this medal belongs to Clockwork Smurf.
[gibberish]
It is this little doll with a big heart
who is the true hero.
[all cheering]
And now, as you begin the business of tending
to your kingdom, so we Smurfs must return to ours.
- Farewell, little Smurfs. - Goodbye!
I will never forget your kindness.
(all) Goodbye.
Goodbye, Clockwork Smurf.
And don't forget to oil your gears.
[theme music]