The Smurfs: A Christmas Carol

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Smurf the halls with boughs of holly

Fa la la la la la la la la!

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la la la la la!

Don we now our white apparel

Fa la la la la la la la la!

Smurf the ancient Yuletide carol

Fa la la la la la la '3444.

What in the blue blazes?

Grouchy's house is as bare

as a Smurling's bottom.

Oh, my-

Grouchy, what's wrong?

Oh, you mean other than

being bothered by carolers,

who aren't even in tune, by the way.

- What's gotten into him?

- What do you mean?

He's always... Grouchy.

Yeah, but not at the holidays.

Yeah. You always decorate for the holidays.

I hate decorations.

Okay. But you're still coming

to the big party tonight, right?

Every Smurf helps decorate the tree.

You call that puny twig a tree?

Count me out.

But we always decorate as a family.

Yeah. And you always put the Mar

on top of the tree.

He's rlght, Grouchy.

That very Important task belongs to you.

You know what, I hate tasks.

I hate stars, mistletoe,

candy canes, stockings, and fruitcake.

I hate Christmas.

How can someone hate fruitcake?

It's delicious.

Oh, Papa, you need to do something.

It just won't be the same

if we can't all celebrate together.

I have an idea.

A dash of nutmeg, a touch of holly.

What exactly is this potion, Papa?

The Christmas spirit, designed to show him

the true meaning of the holiday.

And now the final ingredient,

essence of smurfberry.

Fa la la la la la la la lame!

How do you smurf a hall anyway?

I hate warm smurfberry nog.

But I also hate being thirsty.

I suddenly feel sleep...

Who turned out the lights?

Wow.

My stomach is looking flat.

What's up there?

I got a blue belt in smurf-fu

and I'm not afraid to use it.

You really should sweep that thing

once In a while.

- Smurfette?

-I'm the Smurf of Christmas past.

Don't you see my smurfy wings?

Oh, my-

I shouldn't have had that second glass

of smurfberry nog.

Oh, go away.

You're just a figment of my indigestion.

No! I'm one of three spirits

that's going to visit you tonight.

It seems that you lost

the true meaning of Christmas.

So our job is to help you find it.

I think I'll pass.

Feel free to use the door on your way out.

Oh, I'm not leaving until I take you

on a magical journey back in time.

Congratulations! Nothing happened.

What the smurf?

I hate mornings.

Except for Christmas morning.

- Hey, It's ma.

-It ls you.

But a you from long, long ago.

Presents, here I come.

Christmas was always the one time of year

when you put your grouchiness aside.

Jingle Smurfs

Jingle all the way!

The past me is so annoying.

Weird, right?

Wait till you see this.

Neat, huh?

Hey, I remember this.

And here you come now.

- Merry Christmas, Grouchy.

- Yeah. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

The sooner I get to my chair,

the sooner I get to open my presents.

Merry Christmas, Grouchy.

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Grouchy.

- Merry Christmas, Grouchy.

Yeah. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Grouchy.

Yep. Whatever. Merry...

I don't have time for this.

Seriously!

We got to got to our out: now.

Enough I:
enough.

Come on. Let's dance.

- I hate dancing.

-Really?

That's not what it looks like to me.

Hey!

Gather around, Smurfs.

Gather around, everyone.

Hurry up, Grouchy.

It's time to open your presents.

Oh! This was a long time ago.

Please let me get It. Please let me get It.

Please let me get It.

- Get what?

-What I'd asked for for Christmas.

A hang glider.

It's like a giant paper airplane you can fly in.

I know. It's gonna be the smurf.

And for you.

And for you, and for you.

Merry Christmas.

For you. And for you.

It's not very big.

All right. Open them up.

A new hat.

A new hat.

- A new hat.

- A new hat.

- A new hat.

- A new hat.

A hat.

Whoa! A new hat.

A new hat. Again.

All I ever wanted was that hang glider.

Every year I ask Papa for it,

but did he ever come through?

Let's find out.

And then a few years later,

and every year after that.

Seriously!

And then there was last year.

Hey, look. Papa asked me to give this to you.

Look!

Finally!

Kidding! Here's your real gift.

Whoa! A new hat!

Isn't Christmas about getting what you want?

Well, I want a hang glider.

Why do I even bother to celebrate Christmas

If all I ever get is this?

The same old boring, useless hat.

I mean, how many hats does a Smurf need?

Who asked you?

I hate hats.

And that's why you decided

to hate Christmas?

Why get your hopes up

if all you get is disappointed?

What's there to be disappointed about

when you're surrounded

by such a smurfy family?

More like an annoying family.

I could have used that hang glider to y away

for some peace and quiet.

Well, if you wanted to fly, then let's go.

You've got somewhere to be.

Hey!

Oh, man. You are heavier than you look.

Sorry! I'm new at this.

Hey! Wedgie! Wedgie! Wedgie!

Watch where you're going!

Sorry!

I hate falling!

Nice of you to drop in.

Brainy?

I'm afraid you are incorrect

in your assumption,

for I am the Smurf of Christmas present.

Then where are the presents?

I'm hers to show you

how your hatred of Christmas

is going to affect the whole village.

What are you talking about?

Every Christmas, I would just

put up a couple of decorations.

And Papa would make mo put a Mar

on top of the tree.

Every action, no matter how small,

has a reaction.

Behold!

Because you decided not to help

decorate the tree,

Chef had to step in and help

with the ornaments

instead of baking his traditional

gingersmurf cookies,

which had an exponential effect on

the rate of Christmas cheer per Smurf

that when multiplied by the square root

of total chaos to the...

Grouchy, why do I bother? Just watch.

I have more Christmas decorations.

Oh, the star for the top of the tree.

Oh, but Grouchy isn't here.

Hey! Hey, I'll take care of it.

- No, Clumsy.

- No, no, no!

- The stockings!

- The stockings!

Well, at least the fire's out.

No!

Out of the way, Smurfs!

This wouldn't have happened

if Grouchy were here.

Every Smurf plays an Important pan,

you no?

Yeah. I see.

Not yet, you don't.

There we are.

Now It's just the way Greedy likes It,

with a little pocket inside

to keep extra smurfberries.

And Tailor will be delighted

with the extra-large built-in pin cushion.

Papa makes all of our hats himself?

And crafts each one to meet

the particular needs of every Smurf.

Takes him all year.

Grouchy, I've made a hat I know you'll love,

if only you'd give it a chance.

Well, maybe this year.

Papa, I didn't know.

He can't hear you.

It's time to go.

Hey, Brainy! Where did you go?

Brainy, is that you?

Sorry, bro,

just finishing up the holiday fruitcake.

But I already know your feelings on that.

- Hefty?

- Oh, not Hefty, you lump of coal.

I am the Smurf of Christmas future.

And the future is...

This?

This is the future?

In a manner of speaking.

It's tomorrow.

It's Christmas Day.

Christmas Day?

Then where is everyone?

They all left this morning.

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