(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAT SCREAMS)
* La-la, la-la-la-la
* La-la-la, la-la
* La-la, la-la-la-la
* La-la-la-la-la*
SMURFS: We want food! We want food! We want food!
Haha! And now for my specialty,
muffins a la carrot.
Buon appetito!
ALL: Mm-mm.
CHEF: Mm?
Hmm. Hmm? Hmm.
(SNIFFS)
Hmm.
Hmm?
Oh, Brainy, I see you're writing your review of my muffins.
So, how are they? Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm?
Mm-hmm.
"Honestly, I found Chef's carrot muffins
"to be uninspired, lackluster and smurfully forgettable."
Two out of five Smurf stars?
What? Two out of five?
Indubitably.
How dare you criticize my specialty?
Hey, Chef, could I have some more?
Ah, at least someone likes my cooking!
Greedy doesn't count. He eats just about anything. Hmm? Hmm.
(MUNCHING NOISILY)
Hmph! Well then,
what do you guys think? SMURF 1: Me,
I don't like carrots. Could use a little something.
Huh? I see.
Well, if that's the way it is,
none of you will smurf my food ever again!
SMURF 1: Come on, Chef! SMURF 2: Hey!
Huh? But I'm still hungry.
Goodbye, and good riddance!
What's gotten into him? Where's he going?
SMURF 1: Was it something we smurfed?
SMURF 2: He's coming back.
If you want something to eat,
try smurfing on Brainy's review!
Chef, what are you doing? Come back!
SMURF: I'm hungry.
(GROANS) Well done. You've upset him, and now he's gone.
He's so sensitive, right?
Let me rephrase that.
Now who's gonna smurf our meals?
SMURF: Good point.
(WAILING)
(WAILING ECHOES) (BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CHIRPING)
Hmm? Ah!
Haha! Here you go, little guy.
Hmm.
At least the birds like my cooking,
unlike those Smurfs.
(GROWLING)
CHEF: Huh?
Hey! What's happening?
(SCREAMING)
Huh?
Look, Egg Head, me find treat in box.
Oh. Show me, Big Mouth.
Hello there, friendly ogres.
Oh. A talking treat.
Let's roast it in spicy sauce.
No, let's bake it in pastry.
(BOTH GROWL)
Gentlemen, please.
I can clearly see that you are connoisseurs
who would much prefer this delicacy
known as a muffin a la carrot.
EGG HEAD: Me taste. BIG MOUTH: Me too.
Hmm.
Now, you should let it linger on your tongue for a moment,
and... Yum, yum. Good.
You... You like it?
(BELCHING)
Yep. But piece too tiny.
Egg Head eat blue treat. Give it to me.
My friends, don't eat...
someone who can cook...
all kinds of delicious meals for you.
You cook more food?
I'll make an entire buffet.
BOTH: Hmm.
Okay. You'll see.
It will be the best meal I've ever smurfed!
Or the last.
SMURFS: We want food! We want food!
We want food! We want food! We want food! We want food!
Who's gonna stand in for Chef till he gets back?
Fortunately, Greedy's volunteered.
If anyone knows food, it's our Greedy.
GREEDY: Oh yeah, you could say I'm something of an expert.
Yeah. Huh! Huh?
Uh, where's our lunch?
Your lunch? Oh, yeah, I ate it.
SMURF: Me, I don't like going hungry.
Looks like we need a new new Chef.
BIG MOUTH: Hurry. EGG HEAD: We hungry.
Patience, my good friends.
Cooking for you is not a piece of cake.
(INHALES)
(EXCLAIMING)
ALL: We want food! We want food! (SMURFETTE SIGHS)
Let's hope Dimwitty is a better chef than Greedy.
DIMWITTY: Voila! Dinner is served!
(LAUGHS)
Yep.
Dimwitty, these are just pebbles.
Well, they do say that minerals
are an important part of a smurfy diet. Hmm?
(SNIFFS)
Hmm.
(GROANING)
Phew!
BOTH: Hmm.
Not to worry.
I, Painter, have conceived a marvelous meal
of sarsaparilla soup, sweet potatoes,
and mint tea. Voila!
SMURF: Me, I don't like eating paintings.
Brainy, can we try your cooking?
(GULPS)
(HUMMING A TUNE)
BIG MOUTH: Yum, yum.
It's coming! It's coming!
BRAINY: Feast your eyes!
Molecular gastronomy.
A meal for the mind, right?
Food with a little spice
smurfs the synapses in your brain,
helping you to think faster and...
(SCREAMS)
PAPA: Hot! Hot! Very, very hot!
BRAINY: I said think faster, not run faster.
(CHUCKLES) Maybe I smurfed too much chili.
Ogres hungry!
It'll be ready very soon.
BIG MOUTH: Me eat blue treat now.
EGG HEAD: No, save treat for after dinner.
I must be dreaming. I'm so hungry,
I can practically smell Chef's cooking.
(SNIFFING)
Wait, I smell it too.
It's coming from the forest.
Come on, let's follow Greedy.
I'm sure he'll lead us to Chef.
Brainy, you're coming with us.
The smell is growing stronger.
We must be getting close.
(SNIFFS)
Ah, it's coming from over there!
Come on. There's no time to lose.
CHEF: And now for the icing on the cake.
Oh. Chef's cooking for the ogres now?
Someone's criticism must have really hurt his feelings.
Lunch is served, my dear ogres.
Buon appetito!
(OGRES MUNCHING NOISILY) Agh!
(BELCHING)
You're done already?
You know, you can actually chew your food
before smurfing it.
Me still hungry. That just appetizer.
Are you kidding?
All that food could have fed at least 200 Smurfs!
No more talking.
Splat.
Eat treat.
Stop! What?
Don't eat Chef. It's all my fault.
Eat me instead.
BIG MOUTH: Okay. Oh.
You know I wasn't being serious, right?
Brainy, no!
Huh? Oh. More treats!
One for Smurfs and Smurfs for all!
(EXCLAIMS)
We have to distract them. Hmm.
(SMURFETTE GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMS)
PAPA: Over here, you big dummy. Hmm? Huh?
Come on, my little Smurfs.
Let's smurf out of here, fast!
Come back, food.
(SMURFS EXCLAIM)
(SIGHS)
This is actually quite relaxing.
It would be if we weren't about to become Smurf soup!
Me add little spice to appetizers.
Spices. Of course, that's it.
(SCREAMING)
I can't believe you're about to swallow
the greatest chef in the land!
Huh?
But he's not the chef.
He the one with funny eyeballs.
Chef be that one. He told us.
No, you're about to eat Brainy,
the great chef that invented molecular gastronomy.
Oh, Brainy's a chef now?
Now I've seen everything!
Yes! Right, Greedy?
Yes, it's true.
Brainy took Chef's place after he left.
And everybody loves Brainy's cooking.
He better chef than Chef?
Oh, absolutely!
Perhaps you two big foodies could taste it for yourselves.
Good idea.
You cook "comecular trasgonomy" for us now.
Then we see who cook best.
Oh! Ah!
Well, if you insist.
(GROANING)
SMURFETTE: Phew! It's hot in here.
Hey, don't you know that if you overcook Smurfs,
they get really tough and chewy?
Egg Head no like overcooked appetizers.
(SMURFS EXCLAIM)
You guys think Brainy is a better cook than me?
Don't worry, Chef. Life is full of surprises.
Just trust us. You'll see.
Presenting my special spicy jelly.
This will smurf the neurons in those big brains of yours.
I'm sure they need it, all right?
Huh?
Me declare a tie. Now for dessert.
I'm so sorry. I thought it would work.
(LAUGHING)
BOTH: Huh?
Hot, hot, hot, hot!
(SCREAMING)
Water! Water!
PAPA: Here's a little something to refresh you.
(GULPING)
SMURFS: Hmm?
Ah! (BELCHING)
Huh?
(SMURFS GASP)
SMURFS: Whoa!
SMURFETTE: Oh!
What did you put in the water, Papa Smurf?
Well, that, my dear Chef, is my secret recipe.
Me afraid of heights!
SMURF: I spy with my little eye...
DIMWITTY: Yummy! This is so good.
It's so nice to have you back where you belong, Chef.
SMURFETTE: And the reviews are in!
"Chef's comeback meal was absolutely exquisite.
"He is, without a doubt, the very best chef ever.
"Five out of five Smurf stars!"
And here's another review.
But wait, this one's for Brainy.
"For having the single worst idea ever,
"criticizing Chef's cooking."
Zero out of five Smurf stars.
(ALL LAUGH)
Indubitably, right?
(HUMMING A TUNE)
Huh? Hmm?
Fire! Quick, call the fire brigade!
CLUMSY: Dimwitty...
Oh, hello, Clumsy.
We're the fire brigade.
Hmm? Oh.
So, then I smurfed him my recomm...
(ALL SCREAMING)
Have no fear! Fire brigade on the way!
(HUMMING A TUNE)
Who wants to smurf my delicious cakes?
ALL: We do! We do!
(FIRE TRUCK SIREN BLARING) (CHUCKLING) Hmm?
ALL :Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!
(DIMWITTY SCREAMING)
CLUMSY: Out of the way!
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
CLUMSY: Sorry.
(SCREAMING)
CHEF: Oh no! My delicious cakes!
Oh. You saved one.
Where's the fire? Where's the fire?
CHEF: There is no fire, you dummy!
That was just the smoke from my oven!
There'll be no lunch today
thanks to those two good-for-nothings.
Those guys are the worst.
Could they be more smurfless?
They should be fired!
The others should appreciate us more.
Yup, 'cause we're the greatest good-for-nothings
they've ever seen.
Isn't that right, Baby?
(BABY BABBLES)
You don't get it, Dimwitty.
They think we're a couple of imbeciles.
Hmm. That's not good?
No.
If only there was a way to show them
just how smurfy we really are.
(CLANGING) (BOTH EXCLAIM)
(CLANGING CONTINUES)
(GROANS)
Stop that racket.
(SOBBING)
Aww.
Baby, please, behave.
I need to work.
(BABY COOING)
No, no!
(EXPLOSION)
(BABY COOING) Baby, don't touch that!
That's it. That's the solution.
Yeah, we'll get our faces smurfed.
That'll show them.
No, Dimwitty.
We'll take care of Baby.
Then Smurfs will finally see how useful we can be.
I don't get it. Hmm.
Never mind. Just follow my lead, okay?
Baby! Get down from there.
Not that way!
(EXCLAIMS)
I got him!
PAPA: He's gonna drive me up the smurf.
(BABY GIGGLES)
Hmm?
Hey, Papa Smurf, is it okay if we take care of Baby today?
I don't know.
Taking care of baby can be nothing short of difficult.
Which is why we're the perfect smurfs for the job.
'Cause we're good-for-nothings.
No, it's the opposite.
Well, everyone is pretty busy today.
Okay, but you'll have to stay on your toes
to make sure Baby doesn't smurf away.
BOTH: Aye, aye, Papa Smurf.
Hmm? Hmm?
Holy smurf! Where did he go?
(BABY LAUGHING)
Baby! Baby!
Come here, you. Oh, no, no, Baby.
No smurfing away.
Yeah, stay close-y wose-y
to Wuncle Dimwibby and Wuncle Wumsy!
CLUMSY: No, no. You're not gonna...
(WAILING)
Don't cry, Baby.
What do we do? What do we do?
I know.
Let's play smurfball.
(GRUNTS)
I got it!
(LAUGHING)
Be careful with him, Dimwitty.
Okay.
(EXCLAIMING)
CLUMSY: Dimwitty!
Hmm?
(BABY BABBLING)
Hmm? (GRUNTS)
(LAUGHING)
(SQUEAKS) Ah?
(SQUEAKS)
(LAUGHING)
(SQUEAKING)
Ow!
Ah!
BABY: Ah!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Hmm.
Huh? Mm?
BABY: Gaga.
DIMWITTY: Hmm. CLUMSY: Oh!
Ba-ba-boom!
Showing everyone that we're not imbeciles
is harder than I thought.
Look, Baby's smurfed.
He needs a nap.
A nap.
(YAWNS)
Baby needs a nap, a nice long nap.
(BOTH SNORING)
(BIRD CHIRPING) CLUMSY: Oh! That was nice.
Ah!
Oh? (GASPS)
Dimwitty, wake up! Baby's gone!
Okay, Baby's gone.
(SCREAMS) Baby's gone!
Baby must have wandered into the woods.
That means he's all alone.
He must be scared and cold and hungry.
(GIGGLING)
(SNEEZES)
(EXCLAIMS)
Whee!
(SNORING)
CLUMSY: (GASPS) Baby's pacifier!
This can only mean one thing.
Babies have wings.
This is no time for jokes, Dimwitty.
It means he crawled down.
Then we'll just have to climb down too.
Wait a second. We have to be careful.
This cliff looks pretty steep.
Let me go f... (SCREAMING)
(THUDDING AND CRASHING)
I'm okay!
But, uh, you should find another way down.
Well, he is the expert.
Hmm. Hmm!
(THUDS) CLUMSY: Ouch!
I told you to find another way down. Sorry.
Oh!
(SQUEALS)
(SNEEZES)
Whee!
Ooh!
Huh?
Hmm.
Baby so cute!
Big Mouth no eat baby. (BABY COOING)
Ogre have heart as big as stomach.
(STOMACH GURGLING)
Baby hungry?
Baby wait right here.
Big Mouth get snack.
(CHITTERING)
Ooh!
(GIGGLING)
(BOTH PANTING)
Oh! Baby's teddy bear! He must be nearby.
That means we're gonna save Baby.
We're not imbeciles after all.
(BOTH SINGING) We're not imbeciles After all
* We're not imbeciles After all
* We're not imbeciles After all * It's a b...
I know, it's a bear.
(BEAR GROWLS)
A b-b-b-bear!
Run for your life!
(BEAR GROWLS)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Huh?
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(BOTH GRUNT)
BIG MOUTH: Ah! There's my baby.
Big Mouth feed hungry baby.
Hmm.
(SNIFFS)
Yuck!
Who are you calling baby, you big lug?
Baby talking?
Let's smurf out of here!
Baby grow up so quickly.
BABY: Ah!
(BABY GIGGLING) (MEOWS)
Meow!
Quiet, you noisy beast.
I'm trying to find a spell to lure Smurfs into my hovel.
Hmm.
This one could work.
(BABY BABBLING)
A baby Smurf!
Well, hello there, you horrible...
Uh, adorable little Smurf.
Have you come to play in evil Mr. Sorcerer's hovel?
Careful now, Baby.
Those spell books aren't toys.
(MEOWING)
(GROANS) Get back here, you crawling gnome!
(BABY COOING)
Huh?
Get down from there, you blasted creature!
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(CRASHING)
Huh?
You infernal blue runt.
Azrael, do something.
(MEOWS) GARGAMEL: Ow!
(EXPLOSION) (MEOWS)
GARGAMEL: Azrael, get back here!
And you, you get down from there, you little brat!
We've got to find Baby
before he gets into even bigger trouble.
Bigger trouble?
What he's gonna do,
crawl into Gargamel's hovel?
GARGAMEL: That useless cat!
No matter, I'll take care of that blasted Baby Smurf myself.
Gargamel's hovel!
Come back here, you silly...
Mommy!
(SCREAMS)
CLUMSY: Have no fear! DIMWITTY: Fire brigade on the way!
Let Baby go, Gargamel.
We're here to rescue him.
Hmm? Hmm?
(BABY LAUGHING)
Oh, finally! Yes, please.
Take him. I beg you.
I give up. I want my mommy.
He gives up?
That means Gargamel's defeated?
We did it.
We did it! Ah!
(BABY COOING)
CLUMSY: Here you go, Papa Smurf.
Hmm. Looks like you two did one smurf of a job
taking care of Baby.
Did you ever doubt us?
Well, anyway, it's nice to know
that Baby will always be smurf and sound in your hands.
You know it.
Huh? PAPA: Baby?
Huh? (ALARM WAILING)
The alarm!
(LAUGHING) ALL: Baby, no!
Gaga!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)