[theme song]
♪ 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.
[whistling]
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!
[intense music]
[crackling]
Ooh, I hate Smurfs!
♪ La la la-la la la now you know the tune ♪
[blows trumpet]
♪ You'll be smurfing soon ♪♪
[instrumental music]
Faster, Biquette, faster.
[chuckles] I can't believe my good fortune.
Peewit seems to be in a hurry.
I'll say.
Dame Barbara, I have one.
Oh, he's superb. Beautiful.
Wonderful.
Have one what? Peewit.
He will need a new hood, some bells, manropes, perches.
I'll need some clogs, a sleigh, a satchel
a whistle, a block..
...a basket, a cage, and I'll need more money.
Sire, uh, for a gold crown
I'll show you a fantastic trick.
- Well, uh.. - Very good.
Now, think of a number between one and ten.
- Uh, eight. - Wrong.
You lose.
Johan, h-has he been good?
Peewit, you rascal.
I demand my gold, uh, b-b-back.
Isn't he handsome, sire?
I'm going to name him Romulus.
Johan, where did Peewit get a falcon?
A merchant sold it to him for a penny.
'The bird is weak, feeble and listless.'
'But don't tell Peewit, he's so excited.'
Come on, Johan, you can watch me give Romulus his first lesson.
But, Peewit, you know nothing about falconry.
That's what you think.
(male #1) More crops for that evil Corticon.
What can we do, as long as he holds
the Prince of Montresor as a hostage, we must obey.
- 'Out of my way, serfs.' - It's Corticon.
'Faster, Boris, faster.'
Yes, Corticon.
[coughs] Where're they going in such a hurry?
The prince has escaped from the castle.
- He's free? - Quickly.
We must find our young prince before Corticon does.
Long live our prince.
Hey, I must recapture the prince.
With his leadership, the peasants will overthrow me.
We better split up, sire.
I'll search the wheat field.
'There he goes, don't let the prince get away.'
[instrumental music]
Lesson one, get the falcon to eat out of your hand.
Watch. Romulus, here little one, come get some nice fresh meat.
'Look at the good yum-yum.'
Romulus, come here immediately, you rotten beast.
Patience, Peewit, patience.
Make a move, come and eat. Right on the wrist.
Look, Johan, he's finally gonna--
Whoa! Romulus, stop.
Johan!
Hang on, Peewit. Well, I'll be..
[laughing] Your Romulus is a vegetarian.
His father must've been part rabbit.
Ho-ho-ho. Very funny.
You'll see.
'Come on, Romulus, chase that rabbit.'
He's disappeared into the brush.
He's coming back
and he's caught a basket of smurfberries.
And Greedy Smurf.
Johan, Peewit, this bird stole all our smurfberries.
Oh, Greedy's meet somebody greedier than he.
- Johan. - Papa Smurf.
We thought Greedy was gone for good.
Thank smurfness the falcon belongs to you.
Romulus isn't Johan's, he's mine, Papa Smurf.
Oh, he's really cute.
I'm sorry the falcon disturbed your smurfberry picking.
Oh, don't smurf it a second thought, Johan.
We're happy to see you and Peewit
because you're our friends and what are friends--
Brainy. Ahem. We're glad to see you.
Let me show you Smurfs what I've taught this marvelous bird.
Romulus, dance.
♪ La la la la la la la ♪
♪ La la la la la la la la la la ♪
(Peewit) 'Keep in time.'
♪ La la la la la ♪♪
Play dead.
'Now catch.'
'Well, impressed?'
That's very good, Peewit.
But it's time to return to the castle
and I'm sure the Smurfs must be off too.
Wait, first you must see
what a great sense of smell Romulus has.
Peewit, come back.
I'll hide in the woods and when I whistle
'Romulus will find me in nothing flat.'
I'm sorry, Smurfs. You can leave if you want to.
Oh, no, we love playing hide-and-seek.
I'm far enough away, now, to whistle for..
Aha! Caught you at last. Corticon will be pleased.
Get me a burlap sack.
What's taking Peewit so long?
Well, I suppose we should be getting back.
And the darker it smurfs the harder it smurfs
to find anybody because at night
all cats are gray and, uh..
Uh, maybe we should start looking for him.
(Johan) 'Wait, there he is. Peewit.'
- Oh, dear. - Johan.
Why is Peewit running away?
I don't know, Greedy.
Peewit, come back.
(Peewit) 'Johan!'
'Help! Help!'
- That's Peewit. - Then who's that?
No time to find out. Peewit's in trouble.
Help!
Quiet, you. Give me another sack.
And one without a hole in it, this time.
- Peewit, where are you? - Peewit.
- Peewit.
- 'Peewit's cap.' - 'Hoof prints.'
(Smurfette) Oh, my, maybe Peewit's been smurfnapped.
The villains can't be far. We'll follow.
[whistles] Bayard. Bayard.
Maybe someone at this cottage
knows of Peewit and his abductors.
Better stay here, Smurfs.
Hello. Hello.
Hello. Anybody ho..
Good grief. What happened here?
Bandit, haven't you done enough?
Hold, sir. I'm no bandit.
I'm looking for my friend.
Uh, little strange looking blonde fellow?
Yes, that's Peewit.
Some soldiers have him prisoner.
They came here with your friend demanding food.
Suddenly angry peasants arrived and attacked the soldiers.
'The peasants grabbed your friend and escaped'
with the soldiers hot on their heels.
Hmm. This sword handle has the Montresor seal on it.
The soldier spoke of Montresor
and a certain Lord Corticon.
Then he's the one to talk to.
Castle Montresor.
It could be dangerous, my friends.
No, Johan, we're coming along.
Peewit is our friend too.
Yes and Papa Smurf always says
"A friend in need is a friend indeed."
Because a good friend is a friend to the..
clang
...end.
What? You let him escape?
You let the prince of Montresor escape?
'Now, the peasants will revolt and we'll be in the dungeon.'
And so will we.
I say let's join up with the peasants
and help them take the castle.
Right, that way, we'll remain lords
and become advisors to young Prince Montresor.
Good idea. Let's find the villagers and quickly.
(Corticon) 'I don't care how you do it.'
'But the prince must be in our hands, tonight.'
[knock on door] Sire, a young squire named Johan
wants to speak with you.
(Corticon) 'Tell him to be gone.'
I'll be gone when my friend Peewit is found.
I know nothing of a Peewit. Now, get out.
Your men kidnapped Peewit last night.
Impossible! My men were chasing the..
Uh, a minor offender.
I saw the one you speak of.
He and my friend Peewit could pass for twins.
Your men have carried off Peewit by mistake.
Oh.. This changes everything. Wait here.
So those stupid peasants think this Peewit is the prince.
Sire. Treason, sire.
The lords have joined the peasants.
The castle has fallen.
But-but they-they don't have the real prince.
- 'Lord Corticon.' - 'Get the traitor.'
Too late, sire. Run!
Johan, I don't trust this Corticon.
(Corticon) 'Quick, Boris, we still have a chance.'
The underground passage.
(Johan) 'What's going on?'
So, trying to hold us off while Corticon escapes.
No, uh, listen, I'm just..
Throw him in the dungeon.
Leave me be. I'm no friend of Corticon's.
Ow!
Johan was right, Papa Smurf, it is dangerous here.
I'm just here to find my companion.
Let me go!
[instrumental music]
Oh, what a mess.
I'm sorry, I got you Smurfs into this.
But you're the only ones who might be able to get me out.
Smurfs?
Oh, no.
Now, I really am in a mess.
[dramatic music]
Prince Montresor wants to see you.
Who is this Prince Montresor?
The ruler of this castle.
And he'll probably throw you back in the dungeon for life.
Take him away.
We must also try and see Prince Montresor.
Come my..
Where's Greedy?
We better find him first.
I bet my smurf, if you find the kitchen
you'll find Greedy because he's smurfs food and..
(Peewit) 'Aha. Come closer, scoundrel.'
Good grief.
Now, now, don't be afraid.
I'm really not as dreadful as I look.
Peewit? But what does this mean?
On your knees, peasant.
On my knees? Ha-ha-ha!
You are going to release me, aren't you, prince?
On your knees and hurry.
'Much better.'
[Peewit chuckles]
You scum, you'll pay for this.
Enough. Leave me alone with this good for nothing.
'Go. Now.'
- Yes, sire. - Yes, sire.
Johan. He-he-he. Old friend.
Now, it's old friend, eh?
How is it you're here?
- I'll tell you later. - Later? Always later.
I command you to tell me now.
Not until you explain
why they're calling you Prince of Montresor.
- Well, you see, Johan.. - 'Hurray for Montresor.'
Excuse me, my people are calling for me.
It's been going on like this since dawn.
[all cheering]
- Oh, the brave people. - Long live the prince.
- They're so happy to see me. - 'Hurray for Montresor.'
That should hold them. Now, where was I?
Oh, yes, let me tell you about..
- 'Montresor.' - Yes, you are all very kind.
- As you can see, I'm here. - 'Hurray for Montresor.'
- That's enough now. Go on home. - 'Long live the prince.'
Enough. You make it impossible to get a word in edgewise.
Now, as I was saying, Johan..
Uh, sire, your advisors await you in the meeting room.
Oh, it's not easy being a prince.
Wait here, Johan, I'll be right back.
I told you we'd find him in here, Papa Smurf because--
(male #2) It's no wonder the poor little prince is hungry.
Yes, imagine being locked in the dungeon
by his tutor for five long years.
Lord Corticon, thank goodness that tyrant has fled.
(male #3) 'Aye, and it's lucky the prince'
'fell into the hands of the peasants'
'and not Corticon's henchmen.'
So that's what's been smurfing on around here.
We must find Johan.
Sire, we have an enormous problem.
Uh, would you like a pillow, sire?
No, two. Now, what is the enormous problem?
The problem is the castle treasury, sire. It's empty.
But you'll soon be the richest man in the kingdom.
Just sign this document and we shall do the rest.
Wonderful, by the way
how are you going to fill the treasury?
Honestly, of course.
By doubling all old taxes, creating new taxes.
And raising the peasant's rents.
No, no, no. You thieves.
Is that what you call acting honestly?
But of course, sire, it's done all the time.
- You see-- - Quiet.
How do I know you aren't the villains
who emptied the treasury in the first place?
I want to check the books.
Oh, sire, how can you dare suggest that we--
Silence. I said go and bring me the account books.
What's taking Peewit so long?
Romulus. Smurfs.
Johan, have you seen the Prince of Montresor?
Yes and he's no prince, he's Peewit.
So that's what Romulus is doing here.
But what about the real prince and Corticon?
You know more than I do. Please, fill me in.
Well, to smurf a long story short
Corticon was the young prince's tutor
but then came the day when..
Fine, put them here.
[coughing]
Well, what about your mustache?
- My mustache? - Yes, I tied it into a knot.
Did I give you permission to undo it?
Peewit is playing a dangerous game
by pretending to be the prince, Papa Smurf.
Absosmurfly, Johan.
What are all these taxes?
I hereby abolish them.
And according to this, 8522 crowns
should be in my treasury.
- But, but, but.. - 'No "But, but, buts."'
'If that money isn't back in the morning'
I'll have you all thrown in prison. Understood?
Oh, you really done it this time, Peewit.
I certainly have.
[laughing] I see you found the Smurfs
and Romulus.
This is no game, Peewit.
Why have you let these people believe
you are the prince?
They seem so pleased.
I didn't wanna disappoint them.
Well, if you want some smurfy advice, Peewit
I'd smurf out of here before everyone
smurfs you're not the real prince
and gets very...mad.
But if I leave, then those bandits will rule the castle
and they think only of taking money anyway they can.
Then I shall leave tomorrow, to find
the real Prince of Montresor.
He looks just like you, Peewit.
Really? How handsome he must be.
[instrumental music]
Oh, my, what a dreary day.
[sighs] I need some amusement.
I-I must see the king.
Your majesty, I come to seek shelter in your--
Oh-ho, Peewit, just in time to cheer me up.
Peewit? I'm Ingram, Prince of Montresor.
[laughing] That's a good one.
How about some juggling, little prince?
But, sire, I know nothing of juggling.
[laughing] Peewit, you're quite a con.
[laughing]
I'm feeling better already.
How about one of those screechy songs? Ha-ha-ha!
But, sire, how can I convince you--
Play, Peewit, play.
♪ I have come such a long long way ♪
♪ Weary heart with no place to stay ♪♪
What? You're not Peewit.
That's what I've been trying to tell you, sire.
You see, actually..
(Peewit) 'Hmm, yum-yum.'
That was delicious. Now, bring me some dessert.
Three dozen tarts, a few pies and four..
Uh, make that five layer cakes.
Yes, sire, as you command.
Being a prince does have its advantages.
Uh, sire, the Damsel Gwendolyn just arrived
and requests permission to see you im-immediately.
Who? Doesn't this girl know I'm in the middle of dinner?
But-but Damsel Gwendolyn, your-your fiancé, sire.
Right. My fiancé?
Uh, my-my fiancé.
My fiancé, Johan.
- He doesn't recall? - No.
Uh-uh, yes, I mean, well, actually, vaguely.
Your fiancé, prince. My congratulations.
- I had no idea. - 'Me either.'
'I-I won't be a minute.'
Uh, where is this charming girl?
Ingram, at last I finally found you.
Johan.
Come, we have so much to tell each other.
(Peewit) 'H-help.'
When I think how that wretched Corticon
dared to imprison you.
Oh, that wicked man.
But at last we're back together.
Not for long.
Psst. Johan.
Peewit. What're you doing in there?
Johan, she's not a woman, she's a fury.
You've got to help me.
(Gwendolyn) 'Ingram, where are you?'
'Ingram.'
Have you seen my little Prince Ingram?
Uh, no, milady.
Oh, where can he be?
I'm just beside myself with worry.
Oh, dear.
Poor Peewit. Let me help you up, milady.
[grunts]
- There. - Thank you.
Ingram. Ingram, where are you?
(Johan) 'Peewit, are you alright?'
Being a prince has its disadvantages.
The prince may only be a boy, but he's sly as a fox.
Now, we must return the money we stole from the treasury.
Shh, someone's in the hallway.
Have you seen my little Ingram?
Hmph, I'll take that as a no.
We can't actually become honest.
It's not in our nature.
I'm beginning to miss that tyrant Corticon.
(Corticon) 'I'm delighted to hear it.'
(all) 'Corticon.'
So, the young prince is not easy to push around?
Uh, well, actually..
If you fools hadn't turned against me
I could have told you that the brat in the castle
is not the real prince.
- What? - A rogue?
- Who is he? - And where's the real prince?
The imposter's name is Peewit.
The real prince has taken shelter at the king's castle.
- Oh, no. What will we do? - Ha, I have a plan.
You must take care of Peewit while I handle the prince.
Now, listen and write down what I tell you very carefully.
How about some breakfast before you leave?
Yes, what about it, Papa Smurf?
No, Greedy, we must help Johan
smurf the real Prince of Montresor.
I will bring the boy back as soon as possible.
Well, have you found the 8522 crowns?
bam bam
The game is up, Sire Peewit.
Peewit? But I'm Ingram, Prince of Montresor.
Save your breath, we know everything.
Now, sign this document
giving Lord Corticon, all rights to Montresor castle
and surrounding estates.
What for? It will be worthless when the real prince returns.
Of course, except he won't be returning.
Corticon, is going to take care of him.
He left last night for the king's castle.
Traitors. I'll never sign.
- Where is our prince? - Where is our prince?
Wait until my people hear of your treachery.
- My royal people.. - 'There is the imposter.'
We told them about your little charade.
Sign or we turn you back to the crowd.
(male #4) 'Give us the imposter.'
(male #5) 'We'll hang him by his ankles.'
I prefer the rope.
This is more in Johan's line.
[grunts] And he's much better at it.
Peasants, don't just stand there.
Yes, let's take him.
I better find a way out of here.
- There he is. - Catch him.
[panting] I'm in trouble. Very deep trouble.
- Oh, no. - Ingram!
(male #6) 'We have him now.'
Excuse us, Damsel Gwendolyn.
Ingram, what does this mean?
Shh. Au revoir.
Ingram, where are you going? Come back.
Hey, over here. The imposter's over here.
[panting] To get out of this, I'll need some luck.
Now, we have him.
[grunts] He's bolted the door.
'We'll break it down.'
Too high to jump and the door's about to give.
[Romulus whistles]
Romulus, fly.
Mama! Peewit.
He's getting away.
Saddle the horses, he must be captured.
Now, if I were in the real prince's shoes
where would I go?
Oh, some place safe and smurfy.
Yes, Smurfette. Like our good king's castle.
We must check there first.
Romulus, why have you left Peewit?
Because we both left Montresor castle.
We must get to the king and the real prince
before Corticon does.
Are you sure you won't stay, Ingram?
There's no need, Your Majesty.
My Lords have sent a message that all is well at home.
The tyrant Corticon has fled the country.
Farewell. Thank you, sire, for your royal hospitality.
Remarkable, how much he resembles Peewit.
But much better behaved.
That poor man, he seems to be ill.
There brave fellow, I will take you to an inn.
N-no, I will take you in.
Corticon, but, but you're..
I see you fell for that false message Boris delivered.
- And now.. - Yike.
Peewit at your service, prince. Peewit.
[grunts] What's going on?
- A log, stupid. - So that's Peewit.
What a brave funny little fellow.
thud
Johan, look.
There, it's the imposter.
Wait, there's two of them.
- I'll get you. - Oh, come back here.
[grunting] Oh, you mean nasty human.
thud
Not again. Not again.
He must like wearing those things.
You won't escape this time.
Oh, no. Romulus.
pop pop pop
[chuckles] How do you like those apples?
The one with the falcon is Peewit.
And Corticon is after the real prince. Hurry.
You are finished, Ingram.
No. You are, Corticon.
[sighs] You're safe now, sire.
But you are going to need some new advisors.
'Those three seem to have run off.'
(all) Hurray! Long live Montresor!
Long live Montresor!
My dear brave people, I'm so happy to be back.
He's a prince, alright.
Do you see how he runs to the window
each time they cheer.
[sighs] I want to repay each of you
with a small gift.
For you, Johan, my father's sword.
- One of a kind. - Sire. I'm honored.
Your gift is more valuable than Johan's, Peewit.
I should hope so. I-is it edible?
No, you'll never guess.
It's beyond your wildest dreams.
Really?
I give you..
...Damsel Gwendolyn's hand in marriage.
My little prince, back at last.
Oh..
mwah mwah mwah
Peewit, it was only a joke.
Where's your sense of humor?
[gulps]
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