(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
ALL: * La, la, la-la-la-la
* La, la-la-la-la
* La, la, la-la-la-la
* La, la, la, la, la *
(LAUGHS)
Hello, river!
* La, la, la-la-la-la *
Hello, forest!
Hello, trees. Hello, leaves.
(LAUGHS)
Hello, bird. (CHITTERS)
(GRUNTS)
Hello, friendly worm. (HISSES)
Hello, trampoline! (GROWLS)
(GRUNTS)
Hello, pretty stone.
(EGG CHATTERING) Oh, oh.
(GASPS) Wow, you're not a stone.
What are you, hmm?
That, my little Dimwitty, is an egg!
Oh.
What's an egg, Papa Smurf?
There's something very special inside it.
Like a gift.
Is it my smurfday?
I'm going to open my gift.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
No!
You mustn't try to hit it or open it, Dimwitty.
It isn't anyone's smurfday yet!
But it will be for that egg in about a year.
So the egg will give itself a gift?
No.
Babies come from eggs, and eggs come from...
The woods! Oh.
Uh-oh.
Mother lays the egg, sits on it for a while,
then the egg hatches and the baby smurfs out.
There.
(BABY COOING)
Oh, I get it.
A new Baby Smurf will come out of the egg.
I'm going to be a mother!
Hey, Grouchy. I'm gonna be a mother.
Me, I don't like being a mother.
Mmm. Look at this egg, Smurfette.
I'm going to be a mother.
Uh, Dimwitty, you're a boy.
You can't be a mother, just a father.
I'm a father?
I'm learning so much today.
Well, then, you can be the mother.
No, thanks.
Look, why don't we go smurf up a nice place for your egg?
So I can sit on it? (LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(GROANING)
(HUMMING)
(YAWNS)
(SNORING) Aw.
Smurfette, what's going on?
He's trying to smurf an egg. He seems to be enjoying it.
Besides, he's not hurting anyone.
Well, Papa Smurf always says
you shouldn't encourage people in their delusions, right?
Relax.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SNORING)
(EGG CHATTERING)
Hm?
(SCREAMING)
(FRANTIC MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
Hm?
Hey, my baby's here!
Come see.
(LAUGHING)
Did he say he's got rabies? No, he's had a baby.
Say hello to Junior.
Is that supposed to be his kid?
What kind of baby is that?
It looks like an egg.
Hey, congratulations, Dimwitty.
Now, try to keep an eye on him.
Yup.
(GASPS) My baby.
(QUIRKY MUSIC)
Junior!
Come back!
Junior!
Is there anything more heartwarming
than a father playing with his son?
(EGG CHATTERING) (GRUMBLES)
Ooh! Hm?
Huh?
(YELPS)
Junior, are you okay?
Dimwitty, you shouldn't let your egg
smurf around like that!
He can't see anything. He doesn't have eyes!
Junior, don't listen. (SMOOCHES)
He doesn't have ears either.
(GASPS) Uh...
Hm...
Now that you can see, you can smurf around and play,
and you won't bump into stuff.
Oh. (CRASH)
Daddy's coming!
You need to tell him the truth
before somebody gets hurt. (CRASH)
Hey, watch where you're smurfing, egg-face.
Junior, wait, you have a bucket on your head!
But, Papa Smurf, Dimwitty is so happy to be a father.
Come and see Daddy.
Can't we let him keep it a little while longer?
(CRYING) Junior, come back.
(LAUGHS)
(WHIMPERING)
Mmm. (LAUGHS)
Hey, not the river, Junior.
You don't know how to swim yet.
He doesn't know the first thing about parenting.
No kidding! Even I could do better.
Papa Smurf always says raising a child
is the world's hardest job.
I'll show Dimwitty how it's done.
What?
Are you going to bore him to sleep reading the encyclopedia?
I'll teach him.
Guys, give Dimwitty a chance.
Smurfette, this could turn into a smurftashtrophe
if we don't act soon.
Oh, look. Junior just discovered fire.
(SCREAMING)
Junior!
(SIREN WAILING)
Okay, maybe a little advice wouldn't hurt after all.
Me first.
Hey, listen up, Junior.
I have one piece of advice for you.
To be a good Smurf, you have to be good at singing.
* Smurf your eyes
* Go to sleep
* Everything will be fine
* There's no danger from Gargamel
* Though he shows up from time to time
* Behave yourself
* Don't be a brat
* Or Gargamel will smurf you to his cat *
I have one piece of advice, Dimwitty.
A kid needs to smurf up to be strong!
Now watch. This is how a pro does it.
(GRUNTING)
(BOMBASTIC MUSIC)
Now, your turn.
Take it.
(WEIGHTS CLUNK) (EGG CHATTERS)
Hmm. We might have a problem.
Present?
Jokey, that gift better not explode!
Of course not!
Now, Dimwitty, a good parent showers his children
with fun toys!
(LAUGHING)
(EGG CHATTERS)
(CACKLING)
Junior, it's not the real Gargamel!
Good parenting means smurfing healthy food for your child.
And on today's menu, Dimwitty, a delicious omelet.
(DRAMATIC STING)
First, we crack... Huh?
A parent shouldn't scare his child, Jokey!
Do you think it's better trying to make him go deaf?
Breaking eggs? What kind of a parent does that?
Well, at least I didn't try to make him smurf weights!
(WHISTLES) ALL: Huh?
Smurfette, what did I tell you?
We have to tell him the truth.
You're right.
I shouldn't have encouraged him.
We have to find Dimwitty Junior's real parents
so he can be with his family.
First, we must smurf what kind of species
is hiding inside that egg,
clearly a bird or a rodent with bird feet, if you ask me.
A flying gopher would be my guess, right?
(THUNK) (SCREAMING)
* La, la, la-la-la-la
* La, la-la-la-la *
Okay, Papa Smurf, I've got my tools.
Let's get cracking. (SCREAMS)
You must run, Junior.
(DRAMATIC, SWEEPING MUSIC)
Daddy loves you.
Now, go! Run!
And
watch where you're smurfing.
(GROWLS)
I can't believe that you, my friends,
wanna smurf an experiment on Junior.
What?
Did you think I didn't see your bangy thing
and your cutty thing?
And you even said, "Let's get cracking."
Yeah, I'm about to start working on Papa Smurf's roof.
Oh?
Hey, where's Junior?
He went for a stroll?
Junior!
It's all my fault.
I told him to run.
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(EGG CHATTERING)
(HISSES)
(ALL GASP)
(GASPS) (SCREAMS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GULPS) Stay away from my baby!
Wait! (HOLLERING)
Huh-yack-a-boom!
(SCREAMING IN SLOW-MOTION)
(ALL GASP)
(GRUNTING) (HISSES)
(GRUNTING)
(ROCK MUSIC)
(ALL GASP, WHIMPER)
(GRUNTS)
Junior, my baby.
Ouch.
Hm?
(EGG CRACKLING) (GASPS) Look.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(CHATTERS)
Aw, it's so cute.
ALL: It's a stork. What's a stork?
Well, it's the bird that smurfs babies
to their parents and... ALL: Huh?
Time to say goodbye.
Junior needs to smurf back to his family.
Uh...
(STORKS CHATTERING)
(CHATTERS)
(SIGHS) Huh?
(SIGHS)
(ALL SIGHING)
(CHATTERS) (LAUGHS)
Hey. (LAUGHS)
Bye-bye, Junior. Don't forget to write.
Ah, now the village will be much more peaceful.
I am mighty smurfed that whole thing with the egg is over.
But at least now Dimwitty better understands
the mysteries of life.
Guys, I'm going to be a mother again.
It's kicking. I love you, Junior Junior.
(QUIRKY MUSIC)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(HUMMING)
(RECORD SCRATCHES) (SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
Whoa, that dream could become reality.
Tailor!
Wake up!
I've just had a smurftastic idea.
(SCREAMS)
Do you know what time it is?
Yes, time to smurf a whole new life.
Vanity had a dream!
Oh, I have one too, to go back to bed.
But, Papa Smurf, it was glorious!
All of us Smurfs were wearing brand-new...
BOTH: Outfits.
You woke me up for new outfits?
I can start taking measurements right now.
We've been wearing the same thing forever.
A new look will make our lives richer, smurfier,
more colorful.
I'll design the outfits, and Tailor will sew them.
Okay? (GROANS)
(BOTH GRUNTING EXCITEDLY)
(SIGHS) Fine.
But only one outfit.
Good night.
Whoo-hoo!
(SMURFS CHATTERING)
To smurf a modern and trendy outfit,
we must draw inspiration from what surrounds us.
Shapes, curves, angles.
Yes, but the cut is important too.
Yes, yes.
But it is all in the style, the design, the concept.
The material is important as well.
Yes, but without shape,
the material is nothing, my dear Tailor.
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
(YELPS) Oh, dear.
(SQUAWKING)
(SNEEZES)
Ah. Very soft and silky.
(GROWLS)
(BOTH SCREAM)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
Now, time to get to work.
I'll call you when I'm finished.
Okay, I hope you find inspiration.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Hmm.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Hmm.
Hm!
I've got it! Tailor, I've finished!
It's a creation like we've never smurfed before.
Huh? (GRUNTS)
Tailor, I smurfed my design in front of your door.
I still have lots of details to smurf out.
See you later!
(LAUGHS)
Nice one, Jokey!
Now, let's see what our new outfit looks like!
Is this what Vanity drew?
What? No pockets?
Let's smurf them in!
But... But purple clashes with blue!
I'll make it green then.
Put in a zipper too.
I always wanted to wear a hood.
It's still missing a little something.
Just add some sequins. (LAUGHS)
Tailor, Vanity asked me to smurf this to you.
Thanks, Jokey! Hmm.
Very bold and original.
I have a lot of work to do.
(LAUGHS) This is gonna be hilarious!
I read it in the Daily Smurf, so it must be true.
You should be working, not smurfing, right?
(HUMMING)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Tailor, you're finished already?
Yes, Vanity, it's wonderful.
I was a little skeptical at first,
but I must admit, you really have an eye for fashion!
Your design is imaginative, extravagant, truly unique.
We can say goodbye to stinky feet!
What? This is not my creation!
Well, I smurfed your drawing to the letter.
Then you're the worst tailor that ever smurfed.
I thought we were working as a team,
but now I see you're trying to sabotage my artistic vision.
What? How dare you!
Forget it. I can smurf the outfit myself.
(HUFFS) Well, then, I'll smurf my own outfit.
Then we'll see who's the real talent around here!
Yeah, right. Goodbye.
Hear ye, hear ye.
Vanity and Tailor are going to face off in a fashion showdown.
Which one of them will smurf the greatest outfit?
An old-fashioned hoedown?
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Are you sure I don't look ridiculous?
Hefty, stop smurfing. A model does not move.
Dimwitty, pin.
Ouch! (WHIMPERS)
Hmph!
(GIGGLES) That tickles.
No! That doesn't work at all.
Stop that music. I can't think.
(MUSIC STOPS)
(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)
Lazy, hold your arm up.
Lazy!
Me, I don't like arms up.
The models are here, Tailor.
At last. Show them in.
(RECORD SCRATCHING)
Mm-hm, mm-hm.
Too short, too short, too short.
(ALL GROAN)
For hours now, Smurfs have been demonstrating
to show their support for their favorite stylist.
Vanity for president.
Tailor! Tailor! Tailor!
Vanity! Vanity! Vanity!
Where the smurf are your pants?
Our outfits are too old-fashioned.
We're waiting to wear Vanity's new look.
We're waiting to wear Tailor's new look.
Vanity. Tailor.
What about you, Papa Smurf? Vanity or Tailor?
Enough is enough!
This nonsense stops now.
Vanity, I order you to smurf an end to this silliness.
Not when my reputation is at stake.
Tailor, smurf an end to this right now!
Only when Vanity stops.
Remind me never to say yes
to any of these newfangled ideas!
No, no, no.
This just won't do. It needs more pizzazz.
Chef, a drink!
(WHISPERING)
(MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC)
(TOGETHER) Tailor! Tailor! Tailor! Tailor!
Long live Vanity.
Shh!
Hi, Tailor. (LAUGHS)
Dimwitty, what are you doing?
We're supposed to be spying on him.
(YELPS) Ouch.
Tell Vanity he doesn't stand chance.
Hmm, so they're spying on me, eh?
Grouchy, Curious, I have a mission for you.
(LENS WHIRS)
Wow. His design is really smurfy.
Me, I don't like invasion of privacy.
What are you two doing here?
Mm-hmm.
Uh, uh, we're looking at the stars, Papa Smurf.
On the ground?
They're falling stars?
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)
Oh, the nerve!
Everybody out. I need to think.
Smurf out, everyone. I need to think.
(GRUNTING)
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
Huh? I've got it!
I've been smurfed by a fairy of inspiration.
That's it. I've solved it.
(DRUMROLL)
Hear ye, hear ye, the big day has arrived!
Don't be late for the greatest fashion showdown!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
These leaves are really itchy too.
(DRUMROLL)
Vanity! Vanity! Vanity! Vanity! Vanity!
This is gonna be seriously awesome!
(TOGETHER) Vanity! Vanity!
Vanity! Vanity! Vanity!
Hm!
(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)
Tailor! Tailor!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Tailor! Tailor!
Yeah, go, man! Go!
I declare the fashion show open!
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
Nice. Colorful.
So cool.
Oh, so smurf-affirming.
What a virtuoso!
ALL: Hm?
(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)
Very sleek. Such rigorous lines.
Huh? Hm?
Uh, those are the same outfits, right?
Yeah. You're right.
Yep. They sure are.
(GASPS)
You stole my idea. Liar!
How could I have when you copied mine?
BOTH: Cheater!
(SQUEALING)
(GRUNTING, YELPING)
Cheater!
You're the cheater! Go, Vanity!
Smurf his nose! (BOTH GASP)
Tailor, Vanity, have you all gone crazy?
Fighting tooth and nail over a pair of pants?
But he copied my design.
That's not true, Papa Smurf. He was the one who copied me.
Really? Are you sure about that?
Yes!
Tailor smurfed a cherry just like mine.
Huh?
On the right side.
Vanity's cherry is on the left side?
BOTH: They're totally different!
They're not so different, right?
That stitching is impressive.
If you'd like, I could show you how to smurf it.
Oh, you would? That's so kind.
I've always loved your creations.
Well, I adore the way you cut clothes!
Ah, artists.
So what's the new outfit?
Yeah, I want some new pants. I think I have an idea.
There you have it!
ALL: Whoa, incredible!
That is so smurfy!
How wonderful, Papa Smurf!
You are a true fashion genius, right?
(CHUCKLES)