Original subtitles

The Disappearing Scents

Screenplay: Chiaki Konaka

Director: Yukio Kaizawa

It's Mysterious Magical Fun Fun Pharmacy, get in line!

Shopping at the Smiling Ginza!

Shopping!

Spinach from the greengrocer,

clams from the fish store, and...

There's a really nice scent coming from somewhere.

Oh, it's from here!

It's a nice scent, isn't it Potpourri?

Yeah! Really nice!

That looks interesting! What's this thing doing?

I'm making roasted tea.

By spinning hardened leftover leaves around in this thing and roasting them.

That's how I make this wonderfully fragrant tea.

Here.

A ready cup of it.

Try it out.

Okay!

This is really good!

Isn't it though? Roasted tea is this store's specialty.

Miss Fukiko!

Oh, Potpourri!

Looks like you bought lots of stuff today.

My, you're treating me to some tea this time?

This tea was roasted just a little bit ago.

I bet it has a wonderful scent.

What is it?

Does it smell weird?

No, there's no weird smell.

There's no smell at all.

Oh my, now that you mention it...

It doesn't have any taste either.

Why?

Do you need to drink it as soon as it's roasted or something?

Maybe it needs to be made with cold water?

I don't get it...

Dear me, you're right.

Not only is the scent gone, but the taste as well.

Yep.

This is bad! Really bad!

It's a fire!

The tea shop is on fire!

The tea shop's on fire?

Hey, Potpourri!

Goodness...

You really shouldn't just start a fire like this.

What is it Mr. Teashop? Why are you burning all the tea?

I can't sell this.

This isn't even tea anymore.

Why?

The tea I had earlier was great!

What happened?

Oh, Miss Fukiko.

The fragrance is completely gone.

Sencha, bancha, even my famous roasted tea, all of it.

This store has been here for 35 years.

Not once had the scent of tea left me until now.

Potpourri?

Huh?

The scent of bread is gone.

None of the town's scents are there!

The scent of flowers...

The scent of the vegetables and fruit...

Even the scent of fish.

Scents are disappearing.

Scents are disappearing all over the Smiling Ginza!

I think this is a serious problem now.

I have to hurry!

Magic, magic, come on out!

Grim? Grim, did you appear?

Kapuchi kapuchi.

Grim, you're a plant magic spirit, right?

Do you know why all the scents are disappearing?

Please! Return the scents to the Smiling Ginza with magic!

It's going to be really bad if all the scents disappear!

Kapuchi.

Kap-kapuchi!

Wait up, Grim! Where are you going?

What are you doing?

Do you have any unroasted tea left?

Oh, Miss Fukiko. You're still here.

It's right there.

In that box by your feet.

What are you doing, Miss Fukiko?

Just count on us.

I'm counting on you, Niboshi.

Hey, Grim!

Where'd you go, Grim?

Geez, Grim...

What am I gonna do?

What are you looking for?

Looks like you found it.

Well, it's just as I expected.

And what might that be?

This is a leaf of whiff wiper weed.

It might have been blown here by the wind.

I think the smoke that came from roasting these leaves erased all of the scents.

If that's the case, how do we get the scents back?

Miss Fukiko...

Oh my.

I tried to do something about this, but I don't think it worked out...

I wouldn't be so sure, Potpourri.

What?

Grim, you're back!

Grim?

Is there something there?

Oh yeah. Most people can't see magic.

Huh? Grim's brought something with him.

Kapuchi!

Just what on Earth is this smoke?

Seriously, what is this?

Mister?

The scent... The scent is coming back.

The scent of the tea leaves is back.

It's not quite in season, but this is definitely fragrance finding flower.

Looks like someone found us some.

Yeah!

The scent of the flower shop.

The scent of the greengrocer.

The scent of the fish store.

I can smell them!

I can smell lots of stuff!

The scents are back!

The scents of the Smiling Ginza!

I love the scents of this town!

Thank you, headstrong magic spirit, Grim.

Kapu.

hitoribocchi hitotsu wasurerateta ki no mi

A lone fruit, from a forgotten tree.

furikaette futatsu kinou fuita kaze yo

Turn around and there's two, with the wind from yesterday.

mikazuki ni mittsu omoide o uta

Three with the crescent moon, singing of reminiscence.

Fourth is joy, of that small life.

yorokobi o yottsu chiisakatta inochi

One day, it will be told. One day, gently.

itsuka tsutaete itsuka yasashiku