The Smurfs 2 Page #6

sent into my room in 10 minutes,

or I will turn you into

a legless tree sloth.

How was that, Smurfs?

That's not funny, man.

Duck, duck, duck.

Goose!

The security card for the elevator.

Patrick needs my help.

When I show up with this, he'll see

this black cloud has got a silver...

A silver lining!

Oh, my...

Master Winslow, please.

- You can't get a reservation...

- Focus.

That smells delish!

Le bingo.

Okay, guys, listen, when you get to

the room, if there's any problems...

- Snot on a half shell. Delicacy.

- Sorry, Mr Fish!

You look fried.

Like I said, if there are any problems...

My friend,

there are no such thing as problems.

Only smurfitunities.

- You're freaking me out, Grouchy.

- Positive!

Of...

Okay, guys, we're in.

Patrick Winslow-Doyle.

Patrick.

- What are you doing here?

- Saving your tail feather. Now come here.

I've got something

you need for your mission.

Hurry up. There's no time to argue.

- What?

- It's the security card for the elevator.

I have the security card.

What is this? This is our room key.

Well, now when you come back,

you'll be able to get in.

- No problem.

- I can't...

No, no, no, no, no.

You're welcome.

You can thank me later.

How did you get out?

Now, you just put me back down.

Patrick, help!

- We need you for our duck a I'orange.

- You want a piece of me?

No, no, no, no! That's not what I meant.

Yeah, it starts with the ducks,

and soon, no one's safe!

- Unbelievable.

- Patrick!

Master Winslow?

- Patrick!

- Where'd he go?

- He disappeared.

- Now we're on our own.

- Well...

- Hide!

Monsieur Gargamel.

We're smurfed. Plan B, anybody?

I'm struggling to remain positive here.

Monsieur Gargamel?

Room service.

Hello, kitty.

Here is your room service.

- What do we do?

- Smurf him with the element of surprise.

Oh, Clumsy!

- Oh, dear.

- Now what do we do?

Just act scary.

What?

I'm a scary ghost!

Nice.

Why do so many bad things

happen to little blue people?

Positive, positive.

Window! Window! Window!

Oh, no!

Are you smurfing kidding me?

You nearly killed...

I mean, look at this view.

If it looks like a duck, quacks like a

duck, and smells like a corn dog...

All right, which one of you is Vic?

What, you don't recognise your own father?

- Let's go.

- What about my brothers?

We can't just leave them here to be eaten.

You just met them.

This is my flock.

I can't just leave them behind.

Come on, if you're game, so am I.

I am covered in filth.

I look like something the cat dragged in!

Come on, it's not that bad.

Although, if I don't... The cat!

- Not the face. Not the face!

- Close the lid!

- That was awesome!

- Thank you!

Hackus lives!

Vexy, come and help me close the door.

- Thank you, bird.

- Bye.

That was crazy.

Bye-bye, birds. I had fun.

Yeah.

- High fours!

- High fours!

Hackus, Hackus, Hackus.

It's so nice having another girl around.

What are you doing?

Rm just hugging you.

Haven't you ever been hugged?

Vexy...

- Hackus hug. Hackus hug.

- Hackus.

Hackus squeeze!

Hackus.

I'm positive we should

just leave him in here.

Thanks.

Hurry. They're probably doing something

mean and horrible to her right now.

Yeah, Smurfette needs us.

She's probably scared and...

- I love family!

- What...

What is she doing?

I think they're hugging.

Papa?

Hackus love to hug.

Hackus.

Smurfette, come on,

I got to show you something.

Look at us. Come on, tell

me we're not family.

Smurfette!

Over here!

Smurfette!

I'm sorry Papa Smurf didn't come for you.

But maybe your place is here with us.

Yeah.

Maybe it is.

Why is she being nice to them?

She's just identifying with her captors.

It's classic Smurf-holm syndrome.

No, she thinks we don't care anymore,

and they do.

She's confused.

Clumsy, Grouchy, get up there,

and help me get this door open.

- That's my daughter in there!

- Okay, Papa.

- I'll get on top.

- Okay, Grouchy, you jump, I'll pull.

- Come on, we can do this.

- Children.

- Gargamel!

- Clumsy, don't let go...

Daddy's home.

And consistent with his kind nature,

he brought you a present.

Grouchy, get down. He'll see you.

- How are we gonna rescue her now?

- Quiet.

I do believe

we got off on the wrong foot earlier.

What's happening?

Would you allow me to wish you

a very, very happy birthday?

It seems like only yesterday

you were just my little glob of clay

and other putrid ingredients.

You remembered my birthday?

Of course I did. We're family.

- What?

- But we're her family.

- Families don't forget things like that.

- Does she think we abandoned her?

Speaking of which, your little blue

step-papa never did arrive, now did he?

Step-Papa?

Why, I am truly sorry, my dear.

That must really sting.

I remember when my father

threw me down the well for the first time.

The disappointed look on his face

when I finally managed to claw my way out.

Anyway, happy birthday, my dear.

- Happy birthday, Smurfette!

- Happy birthday, Smurfette!

- I want to open! Let me open!

- No, no, no.

Ugly.

"Bow. Kneel. Worship me. "

Yes, delightful rendition, really.

Keep it up, no-neck,

I'll turn you into a cross-eyed newt.

Yes, yes, my dear.

Go ahead, take it.

It's a tiny little magical wand

of your very own.

Go ahead. It's your birthday present.

No.

Don't do it.

Do you like it?

Silly me. I've forgotten to turn it on.

Here we are.

Yes, there we go.

Yes, go ahead, try it out. Don't be afraid.

- A Dragon Wand.

- Oh, dear.

After all, it is your birthright.

How do you know I won't use it on you?

Well...

Because, Smurfette, I am your father.

Search your feelings.

You know it to be true.

- She's gonna zap him.

- Get him, Smurfette.

Smurfette...

Sing The La La Song.

Sing it!

This is good, right, Papa?

No! She's becoming one of them!

I have always wanted to do this!

We're losing her.

- Yes! Good one, Smurfette.

- Your first cat zap.

Look at you. Look at you.

You truly are daddy's little girl.

- Smurfette!

- No, Papa! Grouchy, grab him!

- No, Papa, he's gonna see you!

- Get him down!

- Clumsy, help, help me get him down!

- Papa, no!

Yeah!

No!

Take to the skies, lads.

Free at last! Free at last!

- What are you, Martin Luther Wing?

- That's it.

Joke it up, funny boy, but I am proud

as a peacock to be a freedom flighter.

Oh, no.

What the... is that?

Hang on, Smurfs! Victor's on the way!

Pop your smurf-chutes.

The flying V!

Gotcha.

Okay, don't panic.

That is a lot of white meat.

Now panic!

Me no likey!

That was brilliant.

- He's naked, right?

- Everyone okay?

Help me, somebody.

Somebody please, let me out!

I have seen unspeakable things down there.

I have been scarred for life.

Where's Smurfette?

- She's...

- Where's Smurfette?

We were too late.

Nice going.

Have fun, children.

Just remember, be kind to each other.

Will you get away from me,

you bumbling moron?

- Where are they?

- What?

Smurfs were here? In this room?

Why didn't you say so?

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