The Smurfs 2

Time to smurf some magic.

Let's see.

There you are.

Mimosa pollen.

Yes, tiger lily

to make her essence magical and blue.

Unless this spell be all for naught,

the final thing, one hopeful thought.

Once upon a time, in Smurf Village,

happy Smurfs were going about their happy lives

completely unaware that not too far away,

the evil wizard Gargamel

was concocting a diabolical plan.

Hey.

Hey!

Smooth, you're upstaging the narrator.

Yo, take it down a notch, my blues brothers.

All right. All right. Thank you. Anyway...

So Gargamel said,

"I am making my own irresistible creation,

"the Smurfette, to infiltrate their village and betray the Smurfs."

Wow.

Not a good look on her.

She's a Frankensmurf? Yes.

And her naughty nature took Smurf Village by storm.

She even flooded our village.

Ha-ha!

Whoa!

The Smurfs wanted her gone,

but even though she was Gargamel's creation,

Papa saw the good in her.

With love, kindness, a complete makeover, and a secret magic formula,

he turned her into a true-blue Smurf...

...and that is how our darling Smurfette came to be.

Yoo-hoo! Ooh!

Hi. Holy moly.

Hi, Smurfette.

Oh, I wish I had that hair.

Ohh. Wow.

Nice dive, Smurfette.

That was amazing.

Wow. Show-off.

Pretty!

That was so purty. Nice tuck and roll.

Hi! Like a beautiful mermaid.

Wait, how is her hair still dry?

Huh?

Oh, no.

What...

Stupid, trusting Smurfs.

You're mine now.

It's alive! Smurf for the hills!

Don't kill the narrator!

The world as we know it is over!

She's got a Dragon Wand.

Don't hurt my cupcake!

Look out!

Yes! My beautiful creation.

You truly are daddy's little girl.

No...

Smurfette, are you okay?

Oh, Papa.

There, there. Everything's going to be fine.

Having that nightmare again?

Papa, every year on my birthday,

I have these horrible dreams about where I come from,

and it makes me wonder who I really am.

And every year, I remind you, it doesn't matter where you came from.

What matters is who you choose to be.

Really? Oh...

Don't take this old Smurf's word for it.

Go out there and see for yourself.

This is where you belong.

You belong to Gargamel.

You belong to Gargamel.

"You belong to Gargamel." Say it.

"You belong to Gargamel."

"I, I."

"I, I."

You know what? Never mind, sir. You're a dim-witted toad.

"You're a dim-witted toad, sir?"

No, actually, you are!

There.

Yet another groundbreaking feat of illusion

from the most innovative conjurer the world has ever seen.

Gargamania,

the magical sensation that has captivated the nation

from New York to Las Vegas,

is now taking on the City of Light, Paris, France.

This master mysterio has gone from unknown to unstoppable

after a surprise discovery in New York.

Yo, get out of the road, freak!

How dare you? How dare you call me "Yo"?

Hey, no, put my car down.

Yo, how do you like it up there?

Moron.

From New York street performer to the new toast of Europe,

the only magician ever to play the famed Paris Opera House.

Stay tuned.

Oh, dear gods, can we please just have one quiet carriage ride

without you tormenting me about

using up all the Smurf essence?

I extracted all I could from Papa Smurf in the kingdom of New York.

How much essence did you extract, huh?

I'm squandering it?

What are you talking about?

I had to turn that man into a giant toad. It's a magic show, isn't it?

Because without Smurf essence, I can't...

Why am I even discussing this with you? You don't have any magic!

Ha!

Stick that on your Facebook page and lick it.

Like it. Like it. Whatever.

Besides,

I still have plenty enough essence left

to carry out my delightfully diabolical plan.

Now, my adoring public desires me.

Hello!

Hello, my lowly little bootlicks.

Yes, you must all worship me.

Yes.

Even you, my flea-bitten little fur bag.

All hail the great and powerful...

Azrael... Azrael... Stop it.

Open it! Open it!

Come, Azrael. Hurry up.

Hello, handsome.

Oh. Oh!

Look, a present.

No doubt from a worshipping admirer.

Oh...

It's for you.

Ah-ah!

You are not more popular than I am.

A little green dot?

Why do you get all the little green dots?

Get it, get it.

Father's going to love this.

Hackus want to play. Hey!

Let Hackus play with the kitty.

Cover me.

I'm going in.

Hello, kitty.

Yay, Vexy!

All right, my little Naughties.

Yeah!

Uh-oh!

Hackus to the rescue!

Booyah!

Good save, Hackus.

Pull, pull!

Hackus cat-fishing. Caught a big one.

And round 12 goes to the Naughties.

Well said, my dim brother.

Apparently, it wasn't a gift, Azrael.

It was a trap.

Very amusing, my little Naughties. Hey!

Did we please you, Father?

No, no, you didn't.

Oh.

You know what would please me, Vexy,

if you were blue like real Smurfs,

then your essence would endow me

with real magic like that of a true-blue Smurf.

That would excite me.

Instead, you're both just deeply disappointing experiments.

Experiment?

Like my traitorous Smurfette.

The banner goes over there, please.

Thank you, and I love the pinata.

How's that, Gutsy? A little lower, Grouchy.

I want to be able to whack him right in the smurfberries.

Hey, Grouchy. Hey, Gutsy.

What a cake! Smurfette's gonna love this party!

Hey, who smurfed a bite out of Smurfette's birthday cake?

Not me. I don't know.

Greedy? What? Why you all looking at me?

Hey, Brainy, here's my present for Smurfette's surprise party.

Come on, Jokey, do you really think that I,

the smartest Smurf in the village,

would fall for your sophomoric gag? Yep.

Just give me the card.

Out-smurfed by a simpleton.

She's coming. Smurfette's coming.

Oh, no! The surprise will be ruined.

Code blue! Code blue! Repeat, this is not a drill. Code blue.

Undo it, unglue it!

We gotta get her out of here!