[theme music]
♪ La la la-la la la sing a happy song ♪
♪ La la la-la la la smurf it all day long ♪
[whistling]
Smurf along with me.
'Simple as can be.'
♪ Next time you're feeling blue just let a smile begin ♪
I hate smiles.
♪ Happy things will come to you ♪
So smurf yourself a grin!
[dramatic music]
[crackling]
Ooh, I hate Smurfs!
Ah! Oh!
♪ La la la-la la la now you know the tune ♪
[trumpet music]
♪ You'll be smurfing soon ♪♪♪
[instrumental music]
[all laughing]
That's the way, Biquette. Smurf it again.
Aah! I got it.
These chemicals are just what I need
for my show, Papa Smurf.
[grunts]
- Hi, Clumsy. - Oh. Hello, Peewit.
Are you sure you know what you're smurfing, Peewit?
Don't worry, Papa Smurf. I've become an expert on alchemy.
Allow me to demonstrate..
[all coughing]
(Papa Smurf) 'Just take the herbs and go.'
(Peewit) 'So long. Thanks for everything.'
(all Smurfs) Goodbye.
[instrumental music]
A pinch of sulfur, a gram of antimony
um, make that a gram of sulfur and a pinch of antimony.
boom
How am I supposed to eat with all this racket?
- Johan. - I'm sorry, sire.
But Peewit's still locked up in the tower
and refuses to come out.
'Ever since he found that old alchemy book'
'he thinks of just one thing..'
boom
'...alchemy.'
And I think of just one thing..
...starving.
Mm. That gives me an idea.
If Peewit stops to eat maybe the king can, too.
I need a hot fire
for the fermentation, transmutation..
[knocking on door]
- 'Peewit, dinner.' - Mm.
Here, Peewit. I thought you might like to stop for a bite.
Thanks, Johan.
Well, that should keep him busy for a while.
Johan. I'm done.
Gotta get back to my experiments.
[door slams]
'Finally, the salt, sulfur and mercury'
'poured into the athanor.'
Ah. Oh..
It's solidifying.
Let's hope that..
I've done it. I've succeeded.
Yippee! I've done it.
Hooray! It's fantastic.
- 'Johan.' - 'That's Peewit.'
- He's never up at this hour. - Where are you?
Oh. There you are.
Johan, my experiment. I've succeeded.
- 'What experiments?' - Come on.
I'll tell you and the king all about it.
Sire. Sire. Awaken.
Huh.. Huh.. What? What? Why?
Uh, what's wrong? Are we being attacked?
- Is there a fire? - No. I found it, sire.
It's never been done before.
- Give me your crown. - My crown?
- But I-- - Come now, don't argue.
You're gonna see something fantastic.
You won't believe your eyes.
There. Look.
But.. But my crown.
- You turned it into lead. - Yes, sire.
I found what every alchemist has failed to find.
The stone that turns gold into lead.
Oh, it's supposed to be lead into gold, Peewit.
Well.. Well, why didn't someone tell me?
And working at two gold coins a day
in 783 days
you would have reimbursed me for my crown.
Anyone can make a mistake.
Seven hundred and eighty two more days of this?
[groans]
Please, sir. Have mercy. Don't hurt me.
Oh, well, I.. Huh? Uh..
[whimpers] Yikes!
You wouldn't really make Peewit work two years, sire?
Of course not. I just want a peaceful meal.
[sighs] At last.
(Peewit) 'Johan. Johan.'
I'm telling you it's intentional.
Calm yourself, sire. I'll get to the bottom of this.
- Peewit? - Johan, come quickly.
I saw a dog and he spoke to me.
If this is another of your silly practical jokes..
It happened right here.
- 'Well, I don't see any--' - There he is.
Come back here. Heel. Sit. Lie down.
What's going on around.. Whoa..
Poor Peewit, his armor is rusted.
You may well be right, sire.
I'm glad you're all here to see this.
Now, listen carefully.
[clearing throat] Okay, dog, talk. Don't be afraid.
Now, speak.
arf arf arf
Come on, you-you talked earlier.
Say something. Answer me.
- What a farce. - And my lunch is ruined.
- I didn't dream it. - Enough is enough, Peewit.
- You're not funny. - This dog seems lost.
Maybe he's hungry.
[barking]
A well-behaved dog does not say
"Arf. Arf." He says, "Yes, I'm hungry."
And a well-behaved princess doesn't pet stray animals.
- 'Come, Savina.' - Yes, Dame Barbara.
We'll get him something to eat from the kitchen.
I agree, on one condition.
First, he must speak. So there.
Don't be silly, Peewit.
We're going to get you some food.
- Are you happy? - Come on.
Answer in English.
Well, did the dog like his yum-yum?
Now, what do you say? You say, "Thank you."
Come on.
Leave that poor animal alone, Peewit.
Let's finish our chess game.
Why won't the dog speak to me?
Now don't start that boring story all over again.
Alright, fine. I won't say another word.
Yet I heard him speak. I know I..
Now he won't say a word.
[dog snoring]
Now, my sweet one. Oh, my beloved.
Will I ever see your smiling face again?
Good grief. He really does speak.
What did I tell you? You never wanna believe me.
Hey, wake up.
arf arf
Sorry, but that won't work anymore.
You talked in your sleep. We heard you.
'How is it that you, a dog, knows how to speak?'
It's because I'm not a dog. I am a handsome knight.
[chuckles] What?
[laughing]
My name is Sir Terry, I was in love
with the beautiful daughter of Lord Boisjoly.
[chuckles]
And he warned you to keep your paws off her.
[laughing] I should tell the king that one.
Peewit, control yourself.
Alas, my rival, Baron Maltrochu
also wanted to marry the princess.
To get me out of the way, he used a magic potion
to turn me into a dog.
When the evil baron saw I could still talk
he tried to imprison me, but I escaped.
Excuse me, I do believe I have a flea.
(Johan) 'Why did you refuse to speak when Peewit asked you to?'
Yeah, why?
(Terry) 'You startled me in the stable'
'then when I saw all the others I didn't know'
if you were friend or foe. I was afraid to speak.
Well, we are friends.
And we'll find a way to return you to normal.
That's true. There's an antidote to every spell.
Come to my laboratory.
Magic holds no secrets from me.
Now, what's in the potion that turned you into a dog?
- I haven't the slightest idea. - Umm, too bad.
Well, I can try a potion
using some toad venom, mugwort..
Stop! Peewit, this is no time for experimenting.
Then nothing can be done.
'Knight, you will have a dog's life.'
Not if we go to Baron Maltrochu's
and get the formula.
Go to Baron Maltrochu's?
- It isn't far now. - I hope not. I'm starving.
There's the castle of the evil Baron Maltrochu.
(Peewit) Sure is spooky-looking.
(Johan) Sir Terry, you cannot enter the castle with us.
So, we'll have to leave you at the inn.
Maybe I should stay with him, too.
(male #1) 'Don't worry, sires.'
'I will take good care of your dog.'
See that you do and another gold piece is yours
upon our return.
Done. Now, what would you like to eat?
Um, first, some sausage, ham, cheese--
(Johan) Peewit, we don't have time.
Rush, rush, rush.
How do you intend to get the formula
from Baron Maltrochu?
I have a plan.
Good luck, my friends.
(Maltrochu) 'Attack. Attack.'
'Come on. Come ahead.'
Pretend I'm the enemy.
[grunting]
[laughing]
And you call yourselves knights.
[laughing]
(Hugon) Baron Maltrochu, excuse me.
but two travelers seek shelter for the night.
Tell them to go away. My castle is not an inn.
They say they are under orders from the king.
Oh, the king, huh?
Oh, very well. Let them in.
Now don't forget your part, Peewit.
Alright, alright.
My master, Baron Maltrochu, will see you now.
Who are you two?
I am Johan, the king's squire.
And this is Prince Peewit, the king's nephew.
My uncle, the king, sends you his regards.
So he sent you all this way to tell me that?
Oh, no, sir. We're on our way to Lord Boisjoly's castle.
Why are you going there?
I intend to marry Genevieve
Lord Boisjoly's daughter.
Not if I can help it.
Oh, I see. Well, wait right here.
It's working, it's working.
No one is going to marry Genevieve
and all her gold but me.
These two must be stopped.
I still have some of the sorcerer's dog potion.
Excellent. We'll wait until they're asleep.
[evil laugh]
[grunts] And I'll charge extra for feeding him.
Ha-ha. The poor little dog may get hungry in the night.
[snoring]
My-my-my beautiful Genevieve.
When will I hold you in my arms?
[gasping] A talking dog.
This dog should be worth a great deal of money to someone.
Maybe Baron Maltrochu.
Are you sure they'll fall for this?
Shh.
Villain. Get the potion, Peewit.
Come on, give. Oops.
Help! Help!
Peewit, are you alright?
I spilled a little, but I think we got what we came for.
- Then let's go. - 'There they are.'
Get them. Destroy them.
It'll take them a while to get through this door.
(Peewit) 'Johan. Johan.'
(Johan) 'Peewit? Peewit.'
(Peewit) What am I gonna do?
Break it in.
[pounding]
Johan, I don't wanna be a dog.
First things first. We must escape.
'And the only way out is the window.'
Oh, no. I may be a dog, but I'm not a fool.
It's either this or Maltrochu's kennels.
Ouch. Remind me to have your nails clipped.
- Very funny. - There they are.
Uh-oh. Yah!
Mama!
- Whoa, that was close. - Yeah.
Well, I'm still a dog.
[bleating]
Stop staring, Biquette.
(Hugon) 'They can't escape. There's only one way out.'
(Johan) 'And this is it! Hyah!'
Come on, Biquette. Arf. Arf.
I mean, he-yah!
(Johan) I'll go in and get Sir Terry. You stay here.
Sure, you don't think I'm going anywhere looking like this.
Oh, uh, sire, i-it's you.
Why are you trembling?
Has something happened to my dog?
Rest assured, your dog is fine.
Maltrochu.
If anything has happened to that dog..
He's too valuable.
When Genevieve of Boisjoly
learns her true love is a dog
she'll have to marry me
'or he'll remain a dog forever.'
[laughing]
As for you, the dungeon!
chomp
[screaming]
Being a dog does have its advantages.
Get them. Get them.
Table for two, coming right up.
Fools. I'll get him myself.
[growling]
Let go. Let go. Stupid dog.
You heard him, Peewit.. Let go!
thud
We better get out of here.
Blast. They're getting away.
No matter. Let them go.
I have the dog. That's all that counts.
[evil laugh]
[snarling]
[growling]
I'm telling you, Johan
I'm sure I can find the antidote.
I'm a master of alchemy.
Sorry, Peewit, but I'd rather trust Papa Smurf
if we can find him.
(Papa Smurf) 'Oh, Johan, what a pleasant surprise.'
This is most fortunate, Papa Smurf.
- And where's Peewit? - Right here.
[laughing] No.
[laughing] Yes.
[laughing]
[all laughing]
Funny, huh? Oh, yeah?
It's so funny.
It wasn't Peewit's doing.
The evil Baron Maltrochu is responsible.
And we need you, Papa Smurf, to find an antidote.
I'll smurf what I can. Now tell me the whole story.
'First, I will analyze the potion.'
'Using ferrite as a re-agent, I will..'
Oh, no, Papa Smurf, not ferrite.
Quicksilver gives much better results.
Further, I believe--
I don't wanna give you any advice
but if I were in your place
first I'd boil flittermouse milk
mandrake roots and after that then I'd..
twoop
So don't take our advice.
Arf. I mean, yeah.
Where are you taking me, Maltrochu?
To visit Genevieve of Boisjoly.
I'm curious to know if she still wants to marry you
now that you're a dog.
[laughing]
[growling] If I ever become human again, you'll pay for this.
Here, Peewit. I brought you something to eat.
- Great. - Maybe he wants to play.
arf arf
screech
- Good doggy. - 'Eureka!'
(Papa Smurf) 'I think I've smurfed the antidote.'
Arf! Arf! It's about time.
I was starting to feel like a dog.
Here goes.
Well? When does it start working?
Uh, well, actually
you should've already smurfed back to normal.
At least I think so.
Think so? Think so!
If you don't find the antidote, I'm gonna..
[growling]
Easy, Peewit, Papa Smurf's doing the best he can.
[growling]
One ounce of tallow dissolved
into ten smurfs of pinewood, a clove of garlic
and a drop of lizard spit.
There. I smurf this will do the job.
It had better, for your sake.
[growling]
Oh, no!
[growling]
Uh, easy, now. Uh, don't get excited.
I'll go smurf up another solution immediately.
[yelps]
(Boisjoly) 'Uh, Baron Maltrochu, I hope you haven't come to ask'
for my daughter's hand again.
She still loves Sir Terry
in spite of his strange absence.
Three weeks now.
Oh, my. How sad.
My dear Lord Boisjoly
let me propose to your beautiful daughter
just one more time.
If she refuses I'll never bother you again.
- So be it. - Thank you, milord.
Oh, my dear brave Sir Terry, what's become of you?
You've left me here all alone.
Aha, beautiful Genevieve.
Back again, baron?
I've already given you my answer. No.
But I have news of your love, Sir Terry.
Truly? Oh, where is he? Tell me quickly.
He's right here.
Baron, this practical joke
is in very bad taste.
Wait. I'll prove it to you.
Alright, knight, speak.
arf arf
Speak, or I'll..
arf arf
So you don't scare easily.
Baron, I must insist you leave at--
Don't touch her, you knave.
That voice. It is him.
So, gallantry has loosened your tongue.
[laughing]
Who has done this to you?
This evil rascal.
But Johan and Peewit will help.
I'm afraid only I can return your knight to normal.
But there is one condition.
I would do anything to help Sir Terry.
Then you must marry me.
[evil laugh]
At last, I've finally smurfed my error.
I forgot to add the sugar nettle. There.
[growling]
Easy, Peewit. Third time's the charm.
Hooray! I'm not a dog anymore.
[sighs] Thank smurfness.
We must rescue Sir Terry from Maltrochu's castle
and restore him to normal.
Before the baron convinces Genevieve to marry him.
Oh, true love has to win.
We'll help, won't we, Papa Smurf?
Yes, Smurfette. I just hope we're not too late.
- I'm getting hungry. - Oh, shut up.
Goodbye. Goodbye, my sweet Genevieve.
In two days all of this will be mine.
[laughing]
You're really going to marry that Baron Maltrochu?
- Yes, father. - And what about Sir Terry?
Only yesterday you were saying--
I don't want to talk about it.
[sobbing]
I'll never understand women.
I'm gonna starve before we can rescue Sir Terry.
(Johan) Someone's coming. Hide, Smurfs.
How much are your cakes?
- They are not for sale. - Says who?
They are for the wedding at the Boisjoly Castle tomorrow.
Wedding? Good grief.
- The beautiful Genevieve? - And Baron Maltrochu.
If you please, I must not linger.
He could've at least let me taste one.
We must double our pace, Peewit.
Sir Terry is running out of time.
We'll get a head start to Maltrochu's castle.
[whistles] With Feathers' help
'we'll be able to smurf what's happening.'
Good idea. We'll catch up as soon as we can.
- Shall I run your bath, baron? - ?A bath? A bath?
[groans] Because I'm getting married tomorrow?
I already took a bath three years ago.
Now give me my coat.
[chuckles]
One last stop before my departure.
Perhaps it's Johan and Peewit come to rescue me.
Farewell, my flea-bitten knight.
I'm off to marry Genevieve.
No, she'll never. It can't be true.
[growling]
(Maltrochu) 'Yes, it is.'
[Maltrochu laughing]
'All you get is a mangy bone.'
[evil laugh]
Oh.. Oh, it's just too horrible.
My poor Genevieve.
[instrumental music]
The baron is leaving
and Johan and Peewit have still not arrived.
That's because the distance we've smurfed by air
is longer than they've smurfed on land
because the speed of Feathers is equal..
twoop
Anyway, they're late.
It is getting very late. Where are Johan and Peewit?
- Ah, here they come. - We rode as fast as we could.
What news, Papa Smurf?
Maltrochu left this afternoon with a dozen men
but he didn't smurf the dog with him.
We must get into the castle.
But without ladders, I don't see how.
I have an idea.
We'll use Feathers to get us into the castle.
Then we'll smurf a way to get you inside.
It's too dangerous, Papa Smurf.
We'll be alright, but you try to get as close
to the castle walls as you can.
(Johan) 'Good luck, Papa Smurf.'
chomp chomp chomp
A crane, those rotten beasts
stop up the chimneys with their nests.
Shoo! Shoo! Be off!
(all) Whoa!
(Smurfette) Ooh, it's not nice to throw things.
Yikes, a talking crane!
(Papa Smurf) Well done, Feathers. This is perfect.
Follow me, my little Smurfs.
- Where are we, Papa Smurf? - I smurf it's a storeroom.
Aha. Here's what we need.
Help me smurf this rope up to the roof.
Talking cranes? Wasn't a talking dog enough?
[laughing] Now get back to your post.
But I heard it speak. I know I di..
[grunts]
Let's smurf before he wakes up.
Now, smurf the rope between the battlements.
'Give the signal, Harmony.'
[bugle call]
Faster, Peewit.
Faster? Always faster.
Strange things are going on around here.
(Johan) 'Bravo, Papa Smurf.'
Guards, we're under attack.
We're being invaded.
- Yeow! - Good work, Johan.
It's those two. They've returned.
- 'Get them, men.' - Hey, let go.
Anything you say.
Oh, that's smurfing him, Johan.
Now, this is what I call an adventure.
Here, I'm ready for you.
Why, you little..
Ha-ha!
(Johan) 'Peewit, look out!'
Mama!
Johan, the guards have us outnumbered.
I just hope there's enough.
Oh, no! We've turned into dogs.
When is a dog not a dog?
[chuckles] When it's a guard dog. Get it?
[laughing]
Come on, Peewit.
We must get to the dungeon and free Sir Terry.
Let's go, Smurfs. The coast is clear.
Well, almost.
No one frees my prisoners.
Yike! Rats.
Blue rats!
We're not rats, we're Smurfs.
Johan, Peewit, I can't believe it's you.
We have the antidote. Let's get Sir Terry back to normal.
I'm finally myself again.
My friends, I don't know what to say.
There's no time for thanks, Sir Terry.
We must get to Boisjoly Castle before the wedding.
I just hope we're in time.
[instrumental music]
(male #3) 'Genevieve of Boisjoly, do you, of your own free will'
enter into marriage with Gontran, Baron of Maltrochu?
No. Stop!
- Oh, Terry. - Genevieve.
Blast!
He may get the girl, but I'll get the gold.
(Johan) 'Not so fast, baron.'
Leave him to me, Johan.
Ha! That's a joke.
Hey! No fair.
[muffled grunting]
Let's smurf him a hand.
- Surrender, baron. - Never.
[evil laugh] I've got the gold.
Not for long. My stone will stop him.
ting
My gold. It's turned to lead.
[sobbing]
You're all through, baron.
[sobbing]
Would you begin the ceremony once more, father?
The wedding goes on even though
the groom has changed.
Well, sire, I saved your gold.
But, but it's all lead. Worthless.
(Johan) 'Well, look at it this way.'
'You lost a fortune and gained a son.'
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