[instrumental 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.
[theme music]
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!
[laughing]
[grunts]
(Gargamel) 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.
[instrumental music]
My perfect Smurf-catcher.
Now to try it out.
[yawning]
'Ah-ha! It works.'
My footprint-finding potion works.
[yowling]
[sighing]
Hmm. A bit too strong, but this should fix it.
After all, there's nothing worse than Smurfs who are overdone.
[laughing]
[laughs]
[instrumental music]
thud thud
[whirring]
Whew.
[snoring]
[creature squeaks]
Just a smurf, Clumsy.
What's that on your log?
- Uh-uh, eh, where? - Oof!
[squeaks]
Oh, there. Ha-ha. Hey, you're a cute little fella.
[squeaking]
Ha-ha-ha! It likes me. Ha-ha!
It's obviously a poor judge of character.
Hey, what you got there, Clumsy?
Uh, gee, uh, I don't know.
Can I hold it?
Papa Smurf should see it first.
Papa Smurf should always be..
slurp slurp
[squeaking]
Look what I found, Papa Smurf. Can I keep him?
[squeaks]
A fuzzle. No, Clumsy. Absosmurfly not.
Now put it back where you found it.
See? I told you Papa Smurf should see it first.
But, oh, no, you wouldn't..
[squeaking]
Oh, but, Papa Smurf, he's so little.
Little fuzzles are big trouble. Put it back!
Yes, Papa Smurf.
Alright, Smurfs, load up the logs.
We're heading home.
[sighs] Sorry, little fuzzle. Guess this is goodbye.
[squeaks]
[sobs]
[fuzzle squeaks]
Shh, shh, shh.
You gotta keep your smurf shut
or this'll never work.
[fuzzle squeaks]
Ah-ha!
Smurf-prints.
[chuckles]
It won't be long now, Azrael.
[Azrael laughs]
Where could that little wretch have gone?
Ah-ha.
Come down from there, you little blue tree toad.
[growling]
[Gargamel screaming]
[growling]
[meowing]
[sighing]
[gasps] Azrael, look.
'We're still in business.'
[Gargamel laughs]
Head straight for the dam
and we'll get started on the reapirs.
Well, little fuzzle, I bet you're hungry.
[squeaking]
[laughs]
Gotta get back to work. Bye.
[fuzzle squeaks]
gulp
chomp chomp chomp
[clanging]
thud
[bell ringing]
Lunchtime.
Yoo-hoo! Little fuzzle! I'm home.
Uh, little fuzzle?
[rattling]
[chuckles]
Ready or not, here I come.
[fuzzles squeaking]
Uh-oh. Brainy!
Uh, uh, Brainy, I've got problems.
Sorry, Clumsy, but it's lunchtime.
And lunchtime is not for problems
it's for eating.
See? Like they're doing. So..
Yipe! My house.
[fuzzles squeaking]
(Brainy Smurf) 'Where did these fuzzles come from?'
Uh, my house.
(Brainy Smurf) Papa Smurf was right. Fuzzles mean big trouble.
And he'll really be smurfed
when he finds out you disobeyed him, Clumsy.
Uh, he sure will. Uh, what'll I do?
I don't know, but you'd better do it fast. Look.
(Clumsy Smurf) 'Yikes, ahh! Papa Smurf's lab.'
Uh, oh, oh. Uh, hi, Papa Smurf.
Something wrong, Clumsy?
Wrong? Ha-ha. Well, no, I, uh, uh, just..
More soup, Papa Smurf?
Or maybe some dessert?
[fuzzles chirp]
Uh, uh, better yet, Papa, uh, there's nothing like
a brisk walk after lunch.
But I haven't eaten lunch yet.
Now, what's going on here, Clumsy?
[gasps]
[fuzzles squeaking]
Fuzzles. Clumsy! I warned you fuzzles were trouble.
Uh, I know, Papa Smurf, and I'm sure sorry.
gulp
They're destroying my lab.
Round up every last fuzzle and take them all back
to the forest, now.
Ye-yes, Papa Smurf.
We're getting closer, Azrael. I can feel it.
There. What did I tell you?
'Smurfs were here.'
'The sawdust is still fresh.'
[meows]
It won't be long now.
[evil laugh]
[fuzzles squeaking]
Shoo, fuzzle. Smurf off.
chomp chomp chomp
Oh, no.
Smurfette, the way to get rid of them
is to scare them away.
Watch.
Here, fuzzles. A present for you.
[laughing]
boom
[fuzzles squeaking]
[panting]
Well, that's all of them, Brainy.
It's about time.
Let's smurf them out of here like Papa Smurf said.
[both grunting]
snap
[fuzzles squeaking]
[sighs] Peace and quiet at last.
Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf! Quick!
The fuzzles are heading for the dam.
What?
[Smurfs clamoring]
Make way for Papa Smurf.
Keep your fingers smurfed.
[snoring]
Hooray for Papa! He..
Shh!
Quickly. Gather all the fuzzles before they wake up.
Mm, these little critters have the...right idea.
[snoring]
[fuzzles squeaking]
Oh, no, Papa Smurf, they're waking up.
[fuzzles squeaking]
That's all of my sleeping potion.
And there isn't time to smurf up another batch.
Success. A genuine Smurf-path.
Those disgusting Smurfs have to pass here sooner or later.
And when they do, we'll be ready.
[laughing]
[fuzzles squeaking]
chomp
It's no use, Smurfs. There's nothing more we can do.
Guess it's taps for us.
The end of smurfdom as we know it.
[trumpet music]
[crying]
And it's all my fault.
[sobbing]
[music continues]
Yuck. Harmony, that's terrible.
[indistinct chatter]
No, Harmony, keep playing. Louder.
(all) Huh?
Oh, gosh, look.
Faster, Harmony. They like your music.
They do?
Hey, those fuzzles have taste.
But, uh, wh-where do I take them?
Back to the woods, where they belong.
[music continues]
Shh. Listen.
Here come the Smurfs, with all their
sickening, disgusting happiness.
But we'll soon put a stop to that.
[fuzzles squeaking]
thud
Yipes!
[fuzzles squeaking]
We have them, Azrael. We have the Smurfs!
[meows]
[grunts]
And judging from the weight, they're all here.
[laughing]
Uh, gosh, Papa Smurf.
What's gonna happen to those poor little fuzzles?
I'm not sure, Clumsy. Let's find out.
At long last, the Smurfs are ours. All ours.
[evil laugh]
[Gargamel screams]
[Azrael meows]
Back! Back I say. Get away from me, you little beasts.
[fuzzles squeaking]
(Gargamel) 'They've gone too far this time.'
'I'll get those miserable, rotten Smurfs'
'if it's the last thing I do!'
[Smurfs laughing]
[theme music]