All language subtitles for Smurfs s02e11_English

[theme music]

♪ 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.

'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!

[dramatic music]

[crackling]

Ooh, I hate Smurfs!

Ah! Oh!

♪ La la la-la la la
now you know the tune ♪

[trumpet music]

♪ You'll be smurfing soon ♪♪♪

[instrumental music]

[all laughing]

That's the way, Biquette.
Smurf it again.

Aah! I got it.

These chemicals
are just what I need

for my show, Papa Smurf.

[grunts]

- Hi, Clumsy.
- Oh. Hello, Peewit.

Are you sure you know
what you're smurfing, Peewit?

Don't worry, Papa Smurf. I've
become an expert on alchemy.

Allow me to demonstrate..

[all coughing]

(Papa Smurf)
'Just take the herbs and go.'

(Peewit)
'So long.
Thanks for everything.'

(all Smurfs)
Goodbye.

[instrumental music]

A pinch of sulfur,
a gram of antimony

um, make that a gram of sulfur
and a pinch of antimony.

boom

How am I supposed to eat
with all this racket?

- Johan.
- I'm sorry, sire.

But Peewit's still
locked up in the tower

and refuses to come out.

'Ever since he found
that old alchemy book'

'he thinks of just
one thing..'

boom

'...alchemy.'

And I think of just
one thing..

...starving.

Mm. That gives me an idea.

If Peewit stops to eat
maybe the king can, too.

I need a hot fire

for the fermentation,
transmutation..

[knocking on door]

- 'Peewit, dinner.'
- Mm.

Here, Peewit. I thought you
might like to stop for a bite.

Thanks, Johan.

Well, that should keep him
busy for a while.

Johan. I'm done.

Gotta get back
to my experiments.

[door slams]

'Finally, the salt,
sulfur and mercury'

'poured into the athanor.'

Ah. Oh..

It's solidifying.

Let's hope that..

I've done it.
I've succeeded.

Yippee!
I've done it.

Hooray! It's fantastic.

- 'Johan.'
- 'That's Peewit.'

- He's never up at this hour.
- Where are you?

Oh. There you are.

Johan, my experiment.
I've succeeded.

- 'What experiments?'
- Come on.

I'll tell you and the king
all about it.

Sire. Sire. Awaken.

Huh.. Huh..
What? What? Why?

Uh, what's wrong?
Are we being attacked?

- Is there a fire?
- No. I found it, sire.

It's never been done before.

- Give me your crown.
- My crown?

- But I--
- Come now, don't argue.

You're gonna see
something fantastic.

You won't believe your eyes.

There. Look.

But.. But my crown.

- You turned it into lead.
- Yes, sire.

I found what every alchemist
has failed to find.

The stone that turns gold
into lead.

Oh, it's supposed to be
lead into gold, Peewit.

Well.. Well, why didn't
someone tell me?

And working at
two gold coins a day

in 783 days

you would have reimbursed me
for my crown.

Anyone can make a mistake.

Seven hundred and eighty two
more days of this?

[groans]

Please, sir. Have mercy.
Don't hurt me.

Oh, well, I..
Huh? Uh..

[whimpers]
Yikes!

You wouldn't really make
Peewit work two years, sire?

Of course not.
I just want a peaceful meal.

[sighs]
At last.

(Peewit)
'Johan. Johan.'

I'm telling you
it's intentional.

Calm yourself, sire.
I'll get to the bottom of this.

- Peewit?
- Johan, come quickly.

I saw a dog
and he spoke to me.

If this is another of your
silly practical jokes..

It happened right here.

- 'Well, I don't see any--'
- There he is.

Come back here.
Heel. Sit. Lie down.

What's going on around..
Whoa..

Poor Peewit,
his armor is rusted.

You may well be right, sire.

I'm glad you're all here
to see this.

Now, listen carefully.

[clearing throat]
Okay, dog, talk.
Don't be afraid.

Now, speak.

arf arf arf

Come on,
you-you talked earlier.

Say something. Answer me.

- What a farce.
- And my lunch is ruined.

- I didn't dream it.
- Enough is enough, Peewit.

- You're not funny.
- This dog seems lost.

Maybe he's hungry.

[barking]

A well-behaved dog
does not say

"Arf. Arf." He says,
"Yes, I'm hungry."

And a well-behaved princess
doesn't pet stray animals.

- 'Come, Savina.'
- Yes, Dame Barbara.

We'll get him something to eat
from the kitchen.

I agree, on one condition.

First, he must speak. So there.

Don't be silly, Peewit.

We're going to get you
some food.

- Are you happy?
- Come on.

Answer in English.

Well, did the dog
like his yum-yum?

Now, what do you say?
You say, "Thank you."

Come on.

Leave that poor
animal alone, Peewit.

Let's finish our chess game.

Why won't the dog speak to me?

Now don't start that boring
story all over again.

Alright, fine.
I won't say another word.

Yet I heard him speak.
I know I..

Now he won't say a word.

[dog snoring]

Now, my sweet one.
Oh, my beloved.

Will I ever see
your smiling face again?

Good grief.
He really does speak.

What did I tell you?
You never wanna believe me.

Hey, wake up.

arf arf

Sorry, but that won't
work anymore.

You talked in your sleep.
We heard you.

'How is it that you,
a dog, knows how to speak?'

It's because I'm not a dog.
I am a handsome knight.

[chuckles]
What?

[laughing]

My name is Sir Terry,
I was in love

with the beautiful daughter
of Lord Boisjoly.

[chuckles]

And he warned you to keep
your paws off her.

[laughing]
I should tell the king
that one.

Peewit, control yourself.

Alas, my rival, Baron Maltrochu

also wanted to marry
the princess.

To get me out of the way,
he used a magic potion

to turn me into a dog.

When the evil baron saw
I could still talk

he tried to imprison me,
but I escaped.

Excuse me, I do believe
I have a flea.

(Johan)
'Why did you refuse to speak
when Peewit asked you to?'

Yeah, why?

(Terry)
'You startled me in the stable'

'then when I saw all the others
I didn't know'

if you were friend or foe.
I was afraid to speak.

Well, we are friends.

And we'll find a way
to return you to normal.

That's true. There's an antidote
to every spell.

Come to my laboratory.

Magic holds
no secrets from me.

Now, what's in the potion
that turned you into a dog?

- I haven't the slightest idea.
- Umm, too bad.

Well, I can try a potion

using some toad venom, mugwort..

Stop! Peewit, this is no time
for experimenting.

Then nothing can be done.

'Knight, you will have
a dog's life.'

Not if we go to
Baron Maltrochu's

and get the formula.

Go to Baron Maltrochu's?

- It isn't far now.
- I hope not. I'm starving.

There's the castle
of the evil Baron Maltrochu.

(Peewit)
Sure is spooky-looking.

(Johan)
Sir Terry, you cannot enter
the castle with us.

So, we'll have to leave you
at the inn.

Maybe I should stay
with him, too.

(male #1)
'Don't worry, sires.'

'I will take good care of your
dog.'

See that you do
and another gold piece is yours

upon our return.

Done. Now,
what would you like to eat?

Um, first, some sausage,
ham, cheese--

(Johan)
Peewit, we don't have time.

Rush, rush, rush.

How do you intend
to get the formula

from Baron Maltrochu?

I have a plan.

Good luck, my friends.

(Maltrochu)
'Attack. Attack.'

'Come on. Come ahead.'

Pretend I'm the enemy.

[grunting]

[laughing]

And you call
yourselves knights.

[laughing]

(Hugon)
Baron Maltrochu, excuse me.

but two travelers
seek shelter for the night.

Tell them to go away.
My castle is not an inn.

They say they are
under orders from the king.

Oh, the king, huh?

Oh, very well.
Let them in.

Now don't forget
your part, Peewit.

Alright, alright.

My master, Baron Maltrochu,
will see you now.

Who are you two?

I am Johan,
the king's squire.

And this is Prince Peewit,
the king's nephew.

My uncle, the king,
sends you his regards.

So he sent you all this way
to tell me that?

Oh, no, sir. We're on our way
to Lord Boisjoly's castle.

Why are you going there?

I intend to
marry Genevieve

Lord Boisjoly's daughter.

Not if I can help it.

Oh, I see.
Well, wait right here.

It's working,
it's working.

No one is going
to marry Genevieve

and all her gold but me.

These two must be stopped.

I still have some of
the sorcerer's dog potion.

Excellent.
We'll wait until they're asleep.

[evil laugh]

[grunts]
And I'll charge extra
for feeding him.

Ha-ha. The poor little dog
may get hungry in the night.

[snoring]

My-my-my beautiful Genevieve.

When will I hold you
in my arms?

[gasping]
A talking dog.

This dog should be worth a great
deal of money to someone.

Maybe Baron Maltrochu.

Are you sure
they'll fall for this?

Shh.

Villain.
Get the potion, Peewit.

Come on, give. Oops.

Help! Help!

Peewit, are you alright?

I spilled a little, but I think
we got what we came for.

- Then let's go.
- 'There they are.'

Get them. Destroy them.

It'll take them a while
to get through this door.

(Peewit)
'Johan. Johan.'

(Johan)
'Peewit? Peewit.'

(Peewit)
What am I gonna do?

Break it in.

[pounding]

Johan, I don't wanna
be a dog.

First things first.
We must escape.

'And the only way out
is the window.'

Oh, no. I may be a dog,
but I'm not a fool.

It's either this
or Maltrochu's kennels.

Ouch. Remind me to have
your nails clipped.

- Very funny.
- There they are.

Uh-oh.
Yah!

Mama!

- Whoa, that was close.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm still a dog.

[bleating]

Stop staring, Biquette.

(Hugon)
'They can't escape.
There's only one way out.'

(Johan)
'And this is it! Hyah!'

Come on, Biquette.
Arf. Arf.

I mean, he-yah!

(Johan)
I'll go in and get Sir Terry.
You stay here.

Sure, you don't think I'm going
anywhere looking like this.

Oh, uh, sire,
i-it's you.

Why are you trembling?

Has something happened
to my dog?

Rest assured,
your dog is fine.

Maltrochu.

If anything has happened
to that dog..

He's too valuable.

When Genevieve of Boisjoly

learns her true love is a dog

she'll have to marry me

'or he'll remain a dog forever.'

[laughing]

As for you, the dungeon!

chomp

[screaming]

Being a dog does have
its advantages.

Get them. Get them.

Table for two,
coming right up.

Fools. I'll get him myself.

[growling]

Let go. Let go.
Stupid dog.

You heard him, Peewit..
Let go!

thud

We better get out of here.

Blast. They're getting away.

No matter.
Let them go.

I have the dog.
That's all that counts.

[evil laugh]

[snarling]

[growling]

I'm telling you, Johan

I'm sure I can find
the antidote.

I'm a master of alchemy.

Sorry, Peewit, but
I'd rather trust Papa Smurf

if we can find him.

(Papa Smurf)
'Oh, Johan,
what a pleasant surprise.'

This is most fortunate,
Papa Smurf.

- And where's Peewit?
- Right here.

[laughing]
No.

[laughing]
Yes.

[laughing]

[all laughing]

Funny, huh?
Oh, yeah?

It's so funny.

It wasn't Peewit's doing.

The evil Baron Maltrochu
is responsible.

And we need you, Papa Smurf,
to find an antidote.

I'll smurf what I can.
Now tell me the whole story.

'First, I will
analyze the potion.'

'Using ferrite
as a re-agent, I will..'

Oh, no, Papa Smurf,
not ferrite.

Quicksilver gives
much better results.

Further, I believe--

I don't wanna give you
any advice

but if I were
in your place

first I'd boil
flittermouse milk

mandrake roots
and after that then I'd..

twoop

So don't take our advice.

Arf. I mean, yeah.

Where are you taking me,
Maltrochu?

To visit Genevieve
of Boisjoly.

I'm curious to know
if she still wants to marry you

now that you're a dog.

[laughing]

[growling]
If I ever become human again,
you'll pay for this.

Here, Peewit.
I brought you something to eat.

- Great.
- Maybe he wants to play.

arf arf

screech

- Good doggy.
- 'Eureka!'

(Papa Smurf)
'I think I've smurfed
the antidote.'

Arf! Arf!
It's about time.

I was starting
to feel like a dog.

Here goes.

Well?
When does it start working?

Uh, well, actually

you should've already
smurfed back to normal.

At least I think so.

Think so?
Think so!

If you don't find the antidote,
I'm gonna..

[growling]

Easy, Peewit, Papa Smurf's doing
the best he can.

[growling]

One ounce of tallow dissolved

into ten smurfs of pinewood,
a clove of garlic

and a drop of lizard spit.

There. I smurf
this will do the job.

It had better,
for your sake.

[growling]

Oh, no!

[growling]

Uh, easy, now.
Uh, don't get excited.

I'll go smurf up
another solution immediately.

[yelps]

(Boisjoly)
'Uh, Baron Maltrochu,
I hope you haven't come to ask'

for my daughter's hand again.

She still loves
Sir Terry

in spite of his
strange absence.

Three weeks now.

Oh, my. How sad.

My dear Lord Boisjoly

let me propose to your
beautiful daughter

just one more time.

If she refuses
I'll never bother you again.

- So be it.
- Thank you, milord.

Oh, my dear brave Sir Terry,
what's become of you?

You've left me here all alone.

Aha, beautiful Genevieve.

Back again, baron?

I've already given you
my answer. No.

But I have news of your love,
Sir Terry.

Truly? Oh, where is he?
Tell me quickly.

He's right here.

Baron, this practical joke

is in very bad taste.

Wait. I'll prove it to you.

Alright, knight, speak.

arf arf

Speak, or I'll..

arf arf

So you don't scare easily.

Baron, I must insist
you leave at--

Don't touch her, you knave.

That voice.
It is him.

So, gallantry has loosened
your tongue.

[laughing]

Who has done this to you?

This evil rascal.

But Johan and Peewit
will help.

I'm afraid only I can return
your knight to normal.

But there is one condition.

I would do anything
to help Sir Terry.

Then you must marry me.

[evil laugh]

At last, I've finally
smurfed my error.

I forgot to add
the sugar nettle. There.

[growling]

Easy, Peewit.
Third time's the charm.

Hooray! I'm not a dog anymore.

[sighs]
Thank smurfness.

We must rescue Sir Terry
from Maltrochu's castle

and restore him to normal.

Before the baron convinces
Genevieve to marry him.

Oh, true love has to win.

We'll help, won't we,
Papa Smurf?

Yes, Smurfette. I just hope
we're not too late.

- I'm getting hungry.
- Oh, shut up.

Goodbye.
Goodbye, my sweet Genevieve.

In two days all of this
will be mine.

[laughing]

You're really going to marry
that Baron Maltrochu?

- Yes, father.
- And what about Sir Terry?

Only yesterday you were saying--

I don't want to
talk about it.

[sobbing]

I'll never understand women.

I'm gonna starve before
we can rescue Sir Terry.

(Johan)
Someone's coming.
Hide, Smurfs.

How much are your cakes?

- They are not for sale.
- Says who?

They are for the wedding
at the Boisjoly Castle tomorrow.

Wedding?
Good grief.

- The beautiful Genevieve?
- And Baron Maltrochu.

If you please,
I must not linger.

He could've at least
let me taste one.

We must double
our pace, Peewit.

Sir Terry is running
out of time.

We'll get a head start
to Maltrochu's castle.

[whistles]
With Feathers' help

'we'll be able to smurf
what's happening.'

Good idea. We'll catch up
as soon as we can.

- Shall I run your bath, baron?
- ?A bath? A bath?

[groans]
Because I'm getting
married tomorrow?

I already took a bath
three years ago.

Now give me my coat.

[chuckles]

One last stop
before my departure.

Perhaps it's Johan and Peewit
come to rescue me.

Farewell,
my flea-bitten knight.

I'm off to marry Genevieve.

No, she'll never.
It can't be true.

[growling]

(Maltrochu)
'Yes, it is.'

[Maltrochu laughing]

'All you get is a mangy bone.'

[evil laugh]

Oh..
Oh, it's just too horrible.

My poor Genevieve.

[instrumental music]

The baron is leaving

and Johan and Peewit
have still not arrived.

That's because the distance
we've smurfed by air

is longer than
they've smurfed on land

because the speed
of Feathers is equal..

twoop

Anyway, they're late.

It is getting very late.
Where are Johan and Peewit?

- Ah, here they come.
- We rode as fast as we could.

What news, Papa Smurf?

Maltrochu left this afternoon
with a dozen men

but he didn't smurf
the dog with him.

We must get into the castle.

But without ladders,
I don't see how.

I have an idea.

We'll use Feathers to get us
into the castle.

Then we'll smurf a way
to get you inside.

It's too dangerous,
Papa Smurf.

We'll be alright, but you try
to get as close

to the castle walls
as you can.

(Johan)
'Good luck, Papa Smurf.'

chomp chomp chomp

A crane, those rotten beasts

stop up the chimneys
with their nests.

Shoo! Shoo! Be off!

(all)
Whoa!

(Smurfette)
Ooh, it's not nice
to throw things.

Yikes, a talking crane!

(Papa Smurf)
Well done, Feathers.
This is perfect.

Follow me, my little Smurfs.

- Where are we, Papa Smurf?
- I smurf it's a storeroom.

Aha. Here's what we need.

Help me smurf this rope
up to the roof.

Talking cranes?
Wasn't a talking dog enough?

[laughing]
Now get back to your post.

But I heard it speak.
I know I di..

[grunts]

Let's smurf before he wakes up.

Now, smurf the rope
between the battlements.

'Give the signal, Harmony.'

[bugle call]

Faster, Peewit.

Faster? Always faster.

Strange things are going on
around here.

(Johan)
'Bravo, Papa Smurf.'

Guards, we're under attack.

We're being invaded.

- Yeow!
- Good work, Johan.

It's those two.
They've returned.

- 'Get them, men.'
- Hey, let go.

Anything you say.

Oh, that's smurfing him, Johan.

Now, this is what I call
an adventure.

Here, I'm ready for you.

Why, you little..

Ha-ha!

(Johan)
'Peewit, look out!'

Mama!

Johan, the guards
have us outnumbered.

I just hope there's enough.

Oh, no! We've turned into dogs.

When is a dog not a dog?

[chuckles]
When it's a guard dog. Get it?

[laughing]

Come on, Peewit.

We must get to the dungeon
and free Sir Terry.

Let's go, Smurfs.
The coast is clear.

Well, almost.

No one frees my prisoners.

Yike! Rats.

Blue rats!

We're not rats, we're Smurfs.

Johan, Peewit,
I can't believe it's you.

We have the antidote. Let's get
Sir Terry back to normal.

I'm finally myself again.

My friends,
I don't know what to say.

There's no time for thanks,
Sir Terry.

We must get to Boisjoly Castle
before the wedding.

I just hope we're in time.

[instrumental music]

(male #3)
'Genevieve of Boisjoly,
do you, of your own free will'

enter into marriage with
Gontran, Baron of Maltrochu?

No. Stop!

- Oh, Terry.
- Genevieve.

Blast!

He may get the girl,
but I'll get the gold.

(Johan)
'Not so fast, baron.'

Leave him to me, Johan.

Ha! That's a joke.

Hey! No fair.

[muffled grunting]

Let's smurf him a hand.

- Surrender, baron.
- Never.

[evil laugh]
I've got the gold.

Not for long.
My stone will stop him.

ting

My gold.
It's turned to lead.

[sobbing]

You're all through, baron.

[sobbing]

Would you begin the ceremony
once more, father?

The wedding goes on even though

the groom has changed.

Well, sire,
I saved your gold.

But, but it's all lead.
Worthless.

(Johan)
'Well, look at it this way.'

'You lost a fortune
and gained a son.'

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