The Smurfs 2 Page #7

Right now!

She must not learn of this.

We must spirit her away from here

and get that formula now.

Smurfette, my dear,

are you ready to go celebrate?

- Yeah!

- Come on, come on. This'll be fun.

We were this close to

getting Smurfette back.

I know.

He distracted me

at the worst possible moment, Grace.

I would have been in the elevator

if it wasn't for him.

Okay, okay, use your indoor voice,

and please, Patrick, just breathe.

I want him gone.

- He's your dad.

- No, that's one thing he is not.

He's right, Grace. I'm not his father.

His real father left and

started a new family.

He's been chewed up about it ever since.

- Excuse me?

- As well you might.

But I can't take the brunt of it anymore.

Hey, I never asked

for you to come barging into my life, okay?

I didn't ask you to

marry my mother or take away Zeus.

Zeus? The pigeon?

The parrot.

My parrot.

Taken away because you were allergic.

I was not allergic to that bird, Patrick.

Yes, you were.

No, I wasn't.

You were.

What?

It got so bad, every day,

you were wheezing, coughing.

Your mother and I both knew

that it would break your heart

to think the bird

had to go away because of you.

You already blamed yourself for your dad.

So I took the heat.

That's a lie. What are you...

I'm not allergic to birds.

Okay, tell you what.

Sniff my feathers.

- I'm not going to...

- Come on, sniff them.

Truth itches, doesn't it?

Listen to me, Patrick.

I loved your mother with all my heart.

I took care of Jeannette,

and I made her happy.

I also chose to love you as my own.

Now, I didn't have to do that.

But you were this little kid, no father, no

hope in his eyes, a big hole in his heart,

so I gave you everything I could.

But I'm done, you know?

You don't want it, that's fine.

My last word of advice to you is this...

Will you grow up?

Stop blaming everyone else for your pain.

And whatever you do,

don't teach that beautiful son of yours that

love is conditional, because it is not.

Good bye, Grace.

Bye-bye, Blue.

Grandpa Vicster.

Bye.

Goodbye, Patrick Winslow.

Look at that big wheel.

Come. Come along, my dear.

So this is why they call

it the City of Light.

There's a lot of people.

Yes, well...

I prefer to call them "worshippers. "

"Worshippers. "

Alakakneel!

Bow. Kneel.

Hackus.

- Shall we?

- Let's go.

Don't worry. Everyone likes it.

He's a celebrity. Come on.

Okay.

Yes, hello. It's me.

- These are my children.

- Hi.

- Who's that?

- That's my brother.

Hi. I'm Hackus.

Look at that. It's a magical creature.

Hi.

It's my birthday.

Thank you.

- I have a FASTPASS.

- Yeah, FASTPASS.

Monsieur Gargamel!

Thank you for keeping our seats warm.

Goodbye.

Bye-bye!

Come along, children. Right this way.

Monsieur Gargamel! Monsieur Gargamel!

Let's go!

- Father.

- Not now.

It's feeding time soon.

- Not now!

- But...

Here we are.

- Our fun is just beginning, eh?

- Yeah.

Alakazelevate!

But isn't this lovely, my dear?

And just think,

with your secret formula

and my incredible magic,

there's absolutely nothing

that we cannot do.

Yeah.

Think of all the fun we

could have, Smurfette.

Okay.

Then why are we going so slow?

- Look out!

- Yeah!

Isn't this fun?

Decidedly not!

Best ride ever! Smurfette's fun, huh?

Incoming!

Look out! Coming through!

Sorry!

I must have failed her.

Sorry. I was looking for a place to think.

No, no, no, no. It's okay.

I was doing a little thinking myself.

Master Winslow, it's hard for me,

but, well, can I ask you some advice?

I mean, papa to Papa.

It's about Smurfette.

I don't know what to do.

I turned her blue.

I taught her love and kindness.

But the truth is, Gargamel made her.

She's only a Smurf

as long as she chooses to be.

But what if she doesn't?

What if she chooses him?

We could lose her.

We may have already.

I haven't done enough.

Are you kidding?

Gargamel just made her, but you,

you made her what she is.

You stepped in and loved her

as your very own.

No one asked you to, you just did.

Because you knew she needed that.

And that's a...

That's a pretty special kind of love.

She's way too smart not to see that.

You're right.

We didn't believe in her

because she changed.

She changed because we believed in her.

Thank you, Master Winslow.

That was exactly what I needed to hear.

Me, too.

Just a few more bubbles.

How's that?

Sweet Smurf in Heaven,

what have you eaten?

It's okay.

Every time a Smurf toots, someone smiles.

- Let's go, Smurfs.

- Where?

We're getting Smurfette.

But you saw her, Papa.

She's one of them now.

- A horse whisperer?

- No!

- A French Socialist?

- No!

A Flying Wallenda!

No, she's with Gargamel. Keep up.

I don't care what we saw.

You never give up on family.

Yeah, Papa's right.

Who are you,

and what have you done with Grouchy?

Hey, I'm Positive, remember?

All right, Smurfs. Let's get smurfing.

Master Winslow, you coming with us?

Is a Smurf's butt blue?

You tell me.

Grouchy.

- Put it away.

- Anybody else?

Okay, then. Out of the tub with you.

- We've got work to do.

- Hey.

Let's smurf this mushroom stand.

Let's roll.

Yeah, guys, let's do this.

Victor? Hey.

Okay, Master Winslow, we'll split up here.

All right. I'll find the

electrical room and cut the power.

And we'll find Smurfette.

And we'll all look fabulous doing it.

Oh, come on.

Team building. Hello!

All right, see you inside. Good luck.

- Come on, guys.

- Into the belly of the beast.

Why are we coming down here, Father?

Well, we are celebrating

your long-lost sister's birthday.

Really?

Can't very well end the festivities without

a cake.

I made you your favourite, my dear.

Blue velvet.

Cake.

Go ahead. Go ahead. Make a wish, my dear.

Anything your tiny little heart

can dream of, and it is yours.

Anything?

But of course.

Yes, well, within reason.

I'm afraid we're on a bit

of an essence budget around here lately.

That's why we need the formula, you see.

There she is.

Is that a birthday cake?

We had a birthday cake for her, too.

She just never saw it.

They look like a happy family.

She's not going to give him the formula,

is she, Papa?

If she does,

it would mean the end of all Smurf kind.

Wait. Even the handsome ones?

- Yeah.

- Vanity, you come with me.

Clumsy and Grouchy,

go meet Master Winslow.

Victor, what are you doing here?

Grace called me.

She said you might need a hand.

No, no. Victor, wait.

As usual, Grace is right.

I could use some help.

Well, for starters,

you might try lifting the sewer cover.

Unless you're planning

on fixing the phone lines?

Smurfette, the formula?

Take all the time you need, my dear.

As long as it's very, very soon.

Then we can all be blue. Together.

Hackus blue. Hackus blue.

You see? They want to be blue,

just like their big sister.

Then we could be a real family.

This is something.

A sacred gift entrusted to me.

I'm sorry.

I just, I...

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

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