(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLS)
* Lala, lalalala
* Lalala, lala
* Lala, lalalala
BRAINY SMURF: Morning, everyone.
(BELL RINGING)
Rise and shine. We've got work to smurf.
But it's 6:00 in the morning.
Can we smurf in peace?
I don't like work.
That's just textbook Brainy.
As soon as Papa Smurf goes away on his alchemist retreat
Brainy gets reorganizing.
Don't worry, guys.
This chore day is gonna be different.
Just play along with me, okay?
Listen up, everyone. This time we're going
to really make this village sparkle, right?
Wait a sec. How do we know Papa Smurf put you in charge?
Papa Smurf always puts me in charge. You know that.
(SCOFFS) I didn't hear him smurf anything this time.
Did anyone hear Papa Smurf say it?
I didn't hear a thing.
Me neither.
Not a peep.
Listen. Everyone knows I'm in charge,
because I'm the most responsible, dependable,
knowledgeable Smurf in the village.
You can't say that,
because you've never won the Order of Merit.
Huh? What's that?
Oh, it's just the medal that Papa Smurf had to win to become
Papa Smurf. It's why he's number one.
Everyone knows that. Right, fellas?
Oh, yeah. Totally.
I heard Papa Smurf smurfing about it just yesterday.
Hmm?
Well, how do I win the Order of Merit? Tell me.
I will but only on one condition,
you leave us alone until Papa Smurf gets back.
That means no more chores.
Mm.
Deal.
(ALL CHEERING)
Are you crazy?
If he wins, he'll boss us around forever.
Relax. There's no way Brainy's gonna succeed,
not with all the impossible challenges coming his way.
(ROOSTER CROWING)
Dun-dun-dah!
Behold the Wheel of Challenges.
SMURF: I wouldn't wanna be Brainy right now.
Hmm.
Your first task will be to clean the snail
stable in less than a day.
(EXCLAIMS) But it'll take weeks to smurf all that slime.
You can always quit.
No way. I'm in it to win it.
Good luck.
SMURF 1: Ugh, if he succeeds I'll smurf my cap.
SMURF 2: Ugh, I wouldn't even smurf a foot in there.
(GROANING)
Ready?
(BELL DINGS) And go!
Believe me. He's never gonna do it.
(LAUGHS)
Come on, Brainy. Time to Smurf.
(EXCLAIMING)
Ugh! Ohhhhh!
(CLATTERING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(GROANS) SMURF: What's with the ice-smurfing?
Maybe I'd better start by polishing the snails.
Listen up,
I want you all to form an orderly line one at a time.
Huh?
(GROANS)
Hmm. If you line up for your polish
I'll give you a piece of lettuce.
Let's smurf something else.
(GROANING)
Uhhugh! Ouch!
Hey, I'm not edible, right?
Hmm.
Mm?
Ohh! Oh!
(SMURFS LAUGHING)
SMURF 2: Having trouble, Brainy?
(LAUGHTER)
I give up. I'll never make it.
Do you think that I would ever give up?
Huh? Hmm. Ah!
(BELL RINGING)
Fire! Fire!
(ALARM RINGING) Huh?
(MUMBLING)
BOTH: (EXCLAIMING)
Have no fear.
(SIREN WAILING) Fire brigade on the way.
(SNORING)
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Ahh! Where's the fire?
Over there.
FIREMAN SMURF: (WHISTLES)
In here too. FIREMAN SMURF: Incoming.
(LAUGHTER) SMURF 3: All right!
Hey, look, Jokey, all clean.
SMURF 4: Wow, they're so shiny.
SMURF 5: Farmer's gonna be real happy.
Huh? What? No way.
SMURF 6: He did it. We saw the whole thing.
Pretty smurftacular if you ask me.
It's because I'm the best, right?
I can't wait to win my next challenge.
(LAUGHS) Hmm.
Don't worry. The next challenge will be even harder.
Dun-dun-dah!
Looks like you're gonna have to find the meanest,
fiercest lizard and tame it.
(GASPS)
(WHIMPERING)
Of course, you can always quit now.
Ha, not a chance. I'm walking in Papa Smurf's footsteps,
and I'm gonna make him proud.
(TOGETHER) Come on. Come on Brainy.
(GASPS) Shh!
SMURF 7: Sorry.
Mm, mm...
"As practiced,
avoid eye contact and do the friendship dance."
(GROWLS)
(WHIMPERING)
Ahh!
Eh, don't worry. Lizards don't eat Smurfs.
Ah! Ahh!
Eeeeeeeee!
Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh?
(EXCLAIMING)
"Avoid eye contact and do the friendship dance."
What's the friendship dance?
Huh? (SCREAMS)
Ugh! (GROANS)
All right, I'll do it my way.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Hmm?
SMURF 1: What is he smurfing?
SMURF 2: I don't know, but it sure is embarrassing.
Hey! Hey!
Ooh! Yeah!
Ahh! Oh! Ha!
Hey! Ooh! Haha!
He's doing better than we thought.
(BOTH GROWL)
That was smurftastic.
He's gonna get that Order of Merit after all.
Get ready for your chores, Jokey.
(GULPS) Argh.
SMURF 3: Let's hope it doesn't land on the spider.
This means that you have to clean Big Mouth's ears.
Oh, that's gross.
Don't do it, Brainy.
I think they're right, Brainy.
Don't do it.
If Papa Smurf did it for his Order of Merit
I should do it too.
This is too dangerous, Jokey. You've taken this joke too far.
Don't worry.
One look at the ogre and Brainy will run away.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTING)
(KNEES RATTLING)
Shh!
See? He's too scared to do it.
Told you so.
Come on, Brainy.
Just smurf inside, smurf his ears, then smurf out.
Uh.
Oh, food delivery.
(SCREAMING)
Ahh... Wwwwait.
It's, uh, National Spa Day. And Congratulations.
You've just won a free ear cleaning. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Mm.
Okay, but after cleaning, me eat you.
(ALL WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING)
Yuck. Ugh. BIGMOUTH: (CHUCKLING)
That tickles.
(GRUNTING)
Ugh. Ugh.
Mm. Ahh. (CLEARS THROAT)
Ears clean. But now me hungry. (EXCLAIMING)
Wait, I taste much better with some cucumber.
And like Papa Smurf always says,
"Cucumbers are also very good for ogre skin, right?"
Huh?
Just relax for half an hour while, uh, I cook myself.
Me like cucumbers.
(ALL GASP)
Here you go. Ogre earwax.
(TOGETHER) Wow. Hey.
Wow. Maybe he really does deserve the Order of Merit.
HEFTY SMURF: No way. I don't wanna be smurfing
chores for the next 100 years.
Jokey, do something.
I gotta think of something big, impossible, undoable.
(GASPS) I got it!
(DRUM ROLL)
Your final challenge is to pull an epic prank on Papa Smurf.
(ALL GASP) But I couldn't play a joke
on Papa Smurf. I'd be smurfed.
So that's a no? I think we all understand.
Right, fellas?
Yeah, don't mess with Papa Smurf. Bad idea.
But at least you tried, Brainy
See? Problem solved.
(GRUMBLING) Right. I'll do it.
Really? No.
(ALL GASP) Oh, no.
(WHISTLING)
Mm? Mm.
(ALL WHIMPERING)
Eee...
(HUMMING) Ehhhh...
(ALL WHIMPERING)
(HUMMING)
Hmm. Ehhhh...
(ALL WHIMPERING)
(GROWLS)
(GASPS) Ooh.
(WHISTLING)
HANDY SMURF: Yes. Phew.
Ah. See? He couldn't do it.
(WHISTLING)
BRAINY SMURF: (EXCLAIMING) (MUMBLING)
(GASPING)
Brainy, what's the meaning of this?
Have you lost your smurf?
Oh, uh, look, Papa Smurf. A pink unicorn.
Ohh.
(BELL RINGING)
Where is Brainy?
Tell me where he is.
Mm...
Hmm?
I'm Brainy. Now, I...
No, I'm Brainy. Hmm?
I'm Brainy.
No, I'm Brainy.
Very funny. Okay, you leave me no choice.
There will be no berry pie for one month.
They're innocent. I'm here.
I was only trying to win the Order of Merit.
I thought you'd be proud of me.
Huh? What's the Order of Merit?
Huh? You know, the medal you won to become you.
Jokey told me... Huh?
Wait a second.
(GROWLING)
It was a joke, Brainy. BOTH: Bye.
A tiny little joke. (WHISTLES)
(SNAPS) Ouch! Ah! Ah!
I don't know the lizard dance.
(EXCLAIMING) (SNAPPING)
GARGAMEL: (GROANS) Why is mummy coming over today?
Do you know, Azrael?
(CAT MEOWS)
Huh? It's Mother's Day?
How could I forget?
Quick, Azrael, a gift. I need a gift.
Ah!
Hmm?
(GROANS)
Hmm?
Argh!
Ta-da!
Ohh! I can't even rely on you,
you miserable fur ball.
I'm warning you. If mummy isn't pleased with her gift,
I'll just tell her it's all your fault.
(CAT MEOWS)
PAPA SMURF: Oh, what a beautiful daffodil.
SMURFETTE: These lilies smell divine.
Hmm? Oh, Willow.
Your bouquet is smurfingly pretty.
Not as colorful as mine, but that doesn't matter.
Yes, Papa Smurf. Just like it doesn't matter
that mine smells better than yours. Hmm?
(SIGHS) Excuse me.
Leave beauty and fragrance to the pros.
Oh, what a wonderful vision.
(BOTH GASP) Why, thank you. That's very kind.
Ahh! (CACKLING)
Let Vanity go, Gargamel.
GARGAMEL: And gotcha!
This will make a fine bouquet for mummy.
(CACKLING)
Ohh.
Oh, the dishes are clean. The trash has been taken out.
Time to sweep the floor.
SMURFETTE: What in the smurf has gotten into him?
I've never seen him so tense.
You missed a little dust in that corner over there.
Huh? Where? Where? Everything needs to be perfect.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) Ahh!
(CAT MEOWS) Hello, Mummy.
Move it. You're in the way.
Mm?
Ugh, couldn't you have gotten a bat like everybody else?
(CAT SNARLING)
And what is that awful smell?
Maybe the pretty flowers I picked for you.
Look, here they are. Happy Mother's Day.
I hate flowers, you dummy.
What's more I... (SNEEZES)
I'm allergic.
You should know that, you rotten son.
And what are these, huh?
What am I supposed to do with these cursed gnomes?
You're obsessed with them. This has already worn me out.
I'm going upstairs to take a nap.
When I come down,
I'd better find something to make up for this
GARGAMEL: Yes, Mummy.
Ohh! I've disappointed her again.
What am I going to do?
I know. I'll torture a couple of Smurfs.
That'll help me think. (EXCLAIMING NERVOUSLY)
Who wants to be first?
Wait, I have a proposition for you.
You free us, and in return
we'll help organize something to impress your mother.
(LAUGHS)
As if I couldn't do that by myself.
You call that a pillow?
(GROANS)
I know you don't like us, Gargamel, but we can help you.
After all, making people happy is our specialty.
All right.
VANITY SMURF: First, and this won't be easy
if you want please your mother, you need to look presentable.
Seeing as you're tall, you should smurf up
straight with your shoulders back and smile, holy Smurfs.
Show your teeth. Ahh.
Ah!
On second thoughts, you better close your mouth.
And second, you should prepare and cook
a lovely dinner for her. Mm-hmm.
You just need to smurf a pinch of sugar
and your wild berry compote will be delicious.
Enough with telling me what to do.
I can make a dessert by myself just fine.
Be careful. That's a chili powder.
Hmm.
And the finishing touch, a lovely poem for your mother.
"Mummy. Oh, dearest Mummy. I love you from front to back."
Tut, tut, tut, tut.
What did we say? "I love you to..."
Oh, yes, "to the moon and back," not the front.
(LAUGHS) (DOOR OPENS)
MUMMY: Gargiiiie?
Yes, Mummy. Did you sleep well, dear Mummy?
(YAWNS)
Augh! Mm!
What is it? Are you scared of me?
Oh, no, no. I'm just scratching my nose.
I'm hungry.
Well, dinner is served, Mummy.
Ahh! Huh?
MUMMY: (BURPS) Oh, my.
Huh?
(SCREAMS)
Ahh! It's too hot!
Here, have some herbal tea to soothe your throat.
Ugh!
I'm not gonna risk drinking your tea,
not after you tried to poison me, you dimwit.
(VOICE SHAKING) Sorry, Mummy.
No, no, no. I told him to smurf back his shoulders.
If Gargamel's Mother isn't satisfied
he'll make cat food out of us.
Gargamel, don't forget the poem.
Ahh.
(STATELY MUSIC)
"Mummy, oh, Mummy.
"There is no one as diabolical as you.
"You're as mean as a polecat crew.
"You are a model of cruelty.
"Uh, your hair is so rough." (KNOCK AT DOOR)
(GROANS)
Saved by the bell.
MAN: Hello. Delivery for Ms. Gargamel's mother.
It's for you. Hmm?
Hmm. It's from Marmagel, my dear little nephew.
At least someone didn't disappoint me.
BOTH: Hmm?
(SLURPS)
(SNARLING)
(LAUGHS)
That little Marmagel knows me so well.
If only my son was a real sorcerer like my dear nephew.
Come on, let's go for a walk.
Something smells in this rathole.
Arrgh.
This is all your fault, you dirty blue imps.
I'm going to wasterize you!
Oh, no. I'm too handsome to get wasterized.
We got it wrong from the beginning.
What Gargamel's mother wants
is for her son to be a great sorcerer.
Of course, we need to help Gargamel impress
his mother with a spell.
It's the only way to smurf out of here.
Any last words before the wasterizing?
What a horrible tragedy for us to get smurfed
and take the secret of the ultimate evil potion with us.
Hmm?
But, Willow, we cannot reveal that secret to him.
It would be terrible. Hmm.
Who knows what he could do with the power of ultimate evil
to impress his dreadful mother?
Fine. I won't wasterize you, provided
you make that potion for me.
Oh, what a Machiavellian idea you have there, Gargamel.
All right, then. It'll be ready in an hour.
An hour? That's too long.
Mummy will be back any minute now.
You could keep her waiting with some fake torture spells.
Oh, yes. Can I play the victim?
Oh, please. I've been taking acting classes with Poet.
Why pretend? I know a ton of terrible evil spells.
(CACKLING)
Fake spells or else you don't get the ultimate evil potion.
Hmm. (CAT MEOWING)
(CAT WHIMPERS)
Deal.
(CAT MEOWS)
GARGAMEL: I have a surprise for you, Mummy.
I'm sure you're going to love it.
I've been working on my torture spells.
Allow me to demonstrate on this Smurf.
Hmm. We'll see about that
Suffimenta, evilus and pain extremus.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Oh, heavens, what's happening to me?
I'm suffering so much inside.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, you like it? Wait, Mummy. I can do more.
MUMMY: Really?
(GLUGGING)
(BELCHES)
(LAUGHS)
GARGAMEL: It's good, isn't it, Mummy?
(SNIFFING)
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
Uhh...
Oh, my. I underestimated you.
I always thought you were a good-for-nothing,
but you might be a good sorcerer after all.
Maybe even as good as Marmagel.
Ha! A hug?
No, no, no. No hugging. Gargamel, It's ready.
The potion is ready.
What potion?
Mummy, I have
a big and special surprise for Mother's Day.
Really?
GARGAMEL: This potion gives the power
of ultimate evil to whoever drinks it.
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
Don't touch that. The power of ultimate evil is my gift.
All right, Mummy.
Hmm. Hmph.
(SLURPING) Hmm?
(GASPS)
(SLURPING) (SLURPING)
Is it working, Mummy?
Yes.
Thank you, my dear son whom I love so much.
Come here and kiss me.
Mmm...
(VOICE SHAKING) Mummy?
Th... thank you? A-a kiss? Really?
Oh, yes. Thank you for this beautiful gift.
A big kissywissy for your dear Mummy, my baby.
(CAT MEOWS)
(LAUGHER)
Ahh!
What's gotten into all of you?
Ahh!
Come back here, Gargie. Let Mummy kiss you.
(LAUGHTER)
MUMMY: Come give your Mummy a hug.
Uh! Ahh!
PAPA SMURF: Time for us to smurf out of here.
There, a big smooch.
Papa Smurf, I think we smurfed the wrong potion.
Oh, dear. What a shame, Willow!
We gave them the potion of ultimate love.
(LAUGHTER)
* A kiss for your beloved Mummy *
GARGAMEL: (EXCLAIMS NERVOUSLY)