The Smurfs 2 Page #9

I'm not pounding anything!

I'm Grouchy,

and I got a lot of pent-up anger to vent!

Wow, that feels good.

I'm back!

And so am I!

Perfect.

I think most of you know La Wanda...

Unfortunately.

- ... which is a hilarious play on words.

- Smurfette.

- Say hello to my enormous friend!

I don't think so, Gargamel!

Yeah!

Wanda! No, La Wanda, no!

Where is the "off" button on this thing?

No, no, no, no.

No...

No, La Wanda! No means no!

This is really, really gonna hurt.

- Bravo, Smurfette! Bravo!

- Good job, Smurfette!

That was amazing!

Well, that takes care of Gargamel.

Let's go home, everybody!

- Yeah!

- Home!

We still have one small problem.

I've only got five crystals.

Well, I say no Smurf left behind.

Wow, Smurfette.

You are pretty good with that wand.

It's kind of in my blood.

Which used to concern me.

But as someone wonderful once told me,

it doesn't matter where you came from.

What matters is who you choose to be.

That's my girl.

And you're our papa.

Thanks for giving us a new home.

And a new family.

You're a good Smurf, Papa.

You'll be a good one, too.

I'm gonna miss you, Smurfs.

Maybe you can name a corn dog after them.

Now you're talking. We could use blue corn.

Smurf dogs, yum!

Yes!

Well, safe travels, guys.

And smurf back soon.

Thank you once again, Master Winslow.

Miss Doolittle.

Little Blue.

Papa Vicster.

- Goodbye, Winslow family.

- Goodbye, Papa.

- Bye-bye!

- Toodles!

- Well, let's go, Smurfs.

- Bye-bye, Winslows.

I can't wait to see the rest of my family.

Bye, Smurfs!

- Hey, personal space.

- Sorry.

Papa, you got Smurfette!

Welcome home, Smurfette!

- Well, looky here!

- Yeah, we're back!

- Hi, guys!

- This is good.

And some new Smurfs for our family.

Everyone, this is Vexy.

- Great goobaloo!

- She's a sassy lassie.

Hi.

- Hi...

- Hi, I'm Greedy.

Hi, I'm Greedy. You want

to share a cupcake?

- Crikey!

- What the hey?

I nearly smurfed myself.

Hackus.

Hackus, these are your new brothers.

I have new brothers!

Squeeze!

Hold on a minute.

Technically speaking,

according to section six of the

Smurf Code of Genealogical Legitimacy...

Hey. Just give him a punt.

- This creature cannot...

- Hackus punt!

- Yeah!

- That kid's got style.

He's one of us.

And so, after waiting patiently

to be relevant again,

our heroic Narrator

steps back into his leading role

to point out that when last we met,

the entire village was busying itself

with preparations for...

Hey, what's with all the decorations?

Happy birthday, Smurfette!

Do you mind? I'm trying to bookend this.

- And so...

- Yo, let's kick it.

...as the music unceremoniously

drowns out the narration...

This is for my new family.

Yeah!

Hey, Hackus, I got you a present.

Yummy!

Yeah!

Hooah!

Have a nice trip!

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! Stop, stop!

Help me, Wanda! Help, help me, Wanda!

And where do you think you're going?

You are coming with me!

How dare you call me that?

I have bungled nothing!

Well, Paris is over, my friend.

We're back here in the Dark Ages.

I suggest you get used to it.

You want room service?

Why don't you yell out the window?

Don't you show your claws to me unless you

are prepared to use them, Mr P*ssy Foot!

P*ssy foot! P*ssy foot! P*ssy foot!

Stop it! Not the face! Not the face!

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