[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]
crackle crackle crackle
Ooh, I hate Smurfs!
♪ La la la-la la la now you know the tune ♪
[blows trumpet]
♪ You'll be smurfing soon ♪♪♪
[theme music]
(Gargamel) 'Voila! These new Smurf traps should snare'
those miserable little, vile, blue boobs, Azrael.
[laughs]
[yawns]
[meows]
Come, Azrael, let's check the other traps.
[instrumental music]
[grunts] That's a high one.
[grunts] Thanks, Gargamel.
Gargamel?
[stammers] Ga-Ga-Ga..
"An Ode to a Smurfberry."
[clears throat]
Oh, berries so red Berries so sweet
Sometimes berries..
thud
G-G-Gargamel.
Ode to Getting Out of Here.
Come on, Scaredy.
Jokey, Vanity, run for your smurfs.
(Poet) It's Gargamel! Run, run!
Don't worry, Azrael. I have traps everywhere.
They can't escape.
[laughs]
[screams]
Azrael, don't just sit there, you idiot. Get me down.
Gargamel stepped into one of his own traps.
He really stuck his foot in it this time. Ha-ha-ha!
Come on, let's get back to the village and tell Papa Smurf.
Oh, this is mortifying. Mortifying.
How will I ever get down?
Oh, those miserable Smurfs. They'll pay for this..
[screams]
Oh, I can't stand it, Azrael. I can't, I can't, I can't.
Oh, I hate those Smurfs. I hate Smurfs.
'Oh, how I hate them.'
[sighs]
This calls for drastic and desperate measures, Azrael.
I must seek the advice of Madame Trillby.
[yowls] Madame Trillby!
Yes. But-but how?
But how? She'll never help me.
Oh, she detests me. She hates me.
She loathes me.
Think, Gargamel. Think, think, think.
I've got it. Oh-ho-ho!
I'm brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.
[laughs]
[meows]
I know it's in here somewhere.
slurp slurp
thud
Aha, here it is.
My genuine, cut-glass, imitation ruby.
I'll buy Madame Trillby's services with this fake ruby.
She'll never know the difference.
[laughs]
Faster, Azrael, faster.
We're still a long, long way from Madame Trillby.
Onward. Onward.
[meows]
There it is, Azrael. Madame Trillby's.
Keep your fingers crossed.
[latch rattles]
Gargamel, you wretched wizard. What are you doing here?
You know I loathe and despise everything you stand for.
Uh, but, Madame Trillby, I need..
Madame Trillby, I have come to ask you..
The very sight of you makes me ill.
Now, go away.
This will make her change her mind.
[laughs]
Uh, now that I have your attention, uh, perhaps..
[Gargamel groans]
Oh! Oh, the pain! Oh, the humiliation.
Oh, Madame Trillby,
I have a proposition you may find very interesting.
- I'm listening. - Uh-uh..
If you help me catch those miserable Smurfs
the ruby is yours.
Smurfs? Hmm.
Very well, Gargamel. I'll help you.
This magic flute will bring you the Smurfs.
That's amazing.
Observe.
[Azrael snoring]
[flute music]
[yowls]
thud
You see? When you play this magic flute tonight
the Smurfs will sleepwalk
out of their village into the forest
'and into your grimy little hands.'
Ah, tonight, the Smurfs will pay the piper.
[laughs]
My, oh, my. All that harvesting certainly is hard
on my peaches-and-smurfberry complexion.
I'm so tired, I could sleep for a week.
Well, I always say, "Brains over brawn is the.."
[yawns] Never mind. I'm too tired.
I'm even too tired to eat.
- 'Goodnight, Sloppy.' - 'Nighty-night, Vanity.'
- 'Goodnight, Brainy.' - 'Night, Smurfette.'
(Clumsy) 'Goodnight, Papa Smurf.'
This flute better live up to expectations, Azrael
or Madame Trillby will pay dearly.
Aha, look. Smurfberries.
That means Smurfs can't be too far away.
Well, we shall see.
[off-key flute music]
creak
[music continues]
thud
clang clang
burble burble
boom
Aha, that must be those miserable Smurfs.
Come, Azrael. At last we can find their rotten village.
What in smurf? Oof.
- Clumsy? - Oh, Papa Smurf.
What are you doing out here in the smurf of the night?
Uh, I don't know. What are you doing out here?
What happened here? The village. My lab.
Oh, my beautiful flowers, they're all ruined.
Who could have done such a terrible thing?
[yells] My beautiful paints.
Oh, they're all ruined. Ruined.
'Oh, no. How can this be?'
'Who is responsible for this savage attack upon my art?'
(both) Painter?
- What did you do to my foot? - And my head?
Me? What did you do to my masterpiece?
I didn't do anything to your masterpiece.
I just woke up and found my foot yellow.
And my head red.
Wait, wait, my little Smurfs.
There must be a reasonable explanation
for all of tonight's strange events.
I think we're getting closer, Azrael.
I can feel it. I can smell it.
Smurfberries? We're right back where we started.
No village and no Smurfs.
I've been swindled. This flute isn't magical.
It's a fake. A fake, a fake, a fake.
(Trillby) Are you suggesting that I traded you a fake flute?
Oh, no. Ha, ha. Well, actually, I..
This flute works perfectly. You just needed practice.
Oh, well, of course. Then I'll practice until it's perfect.
Play, wretched wizard.
[playing off-key]
[meows]
But, Painter, I didn't put my foot in your paint.
And I didn't soak my head in it either.
You did too.
(both) Did not.
Did too.
(both) Did not.
Did too, did too, did too.
[flute music]
Look, Azrael, a miserable Smurf.
I think my luck is changing, Azrael. Ha, ha.
[meows]
Ah, at least here, in the beauty and the quiet of the forest
I can be alone.
(Gargamel) Not quite alone, miserable Smurf.
You'll have plenty of company.
[laughs]
It works, Azrael. The flute works.
I'm gonna smurf Painter a piece of my mind when I find him.
Me too.
[playing off-key]
Oh, what horrible music.
That must have been Harmony.
Even Harmony doesn't play that bad.
(Gargamel) Ha-ha, got you, vile Smurfs.
So, my rotten little Smurfs, we meet again.
You're mean and nasty and terrible and horrible, Gargamel.
Well, you say the nicest things, Smurfette. He-he-he.
But tonight, I shall have all the Smurfs under my power.
[Gargamel laughs]
(Vanity) 'Goodnight, Sloppy.'
(Sloppy) 'Goodnight, Vanity.'
(Scaredy) 'Goodnight, Greedy.'
(Clumsy) 'Goodnight, Papa Smurf.'
Perhaps tonight, I can smurf to the bottom
of these strange events.
[flute music in a distance]
What is that awful music?
Huh?
Greedy, where are you going?
And where are you going, Jokey?
Jokey Smurf, why aren't you asleep?
My smurf, he is asleep!
Jokey. Wake up, wake up.
He's sleepwalking.
It must be that music.
And I think I know who the musician is.
I must wake my little Smurfs.
This should wake them up from their trances.
[trumpet music]
Whoa.
What's this? Well, I can't let it go to waste.
Wha.. Wha..
Huh?
A-a surprise.
boom
- Hey, what's smurfing on? - What am I doing here?
(all) Yeah, where am I?
Listen, my little Smurfs.
You have all been sleepwalking to the tune of a magic flute.
Painter, Handy and Smurfette have already disappeared.
I suspect Gargamel's behind this, but we must make sure.
Hefty, Lazy and Jokey, come with me. We'll follow the music.
And whatever you do, do not fall asleep.
Yes, Papa Smurf.
[yawns]
[snoring]
[flute music]
The music is smurfing from just up ahead.
Be careful, my little Smurfs.
[meows]
There they are.
Painter, Handy and Smurfette
must be in that sack.
Even great musicians need to rest, Azrael.
[both snoring]
So you give me a fake ruby, will you?
[laughs]
[flute music]
(Trillby) 'Perhaps this will teach you not to give'
'imitation rubies to Madame Trillby.'
[music continues]
Well, now, that is music to my ears.
[theme music]