The Smurfs and the Magic Flute (La Flûte à six schtroumpfs)

Once upon a time--

No, no, it wasn't once upon a time.

This story takes place in the Middle Ages, that's all.

Oh, well.

So this story takes place in the Middle Ages.

That day, there was a great festival

going on in the King's country.

The tournament.

The tournament's starting.

-Certainly, we mustn't miss that.

Hurray!

Hurray!

I've won!

I've won!

But you, sire, you have lost your bet, huh?

You have lost, sire.

Huh?

Hm.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Ah, there's John.

He's the one who will be carrying

my colors in the next joust.

-And who will this young boy have to face?

John?

He's got to fight the formidable black knight.

Ha, ha, here he comes.

-Sire, would you consent to bet with me?

I'd like to put 10 crowns on the black knight.

Hm?

Agreed, agreed.

What happened?

Where am I?

Hurray!

We've got him, John.

We've got him.

Well done.

Victory!

Hip, hip, hurray!

Go to it, kid.

Yippee, yippee, yippee--

-Now tell me, sire, uh, who is this-- ah, yes, of course.

Excuse me.

But who is this funny little man?

William, eh.

Yes, he is a funny, little man, hey?

For example, he thinks that he's um-- that he's a musician,

and--

Oh no!

And what's more, he sings.

-Noble lords and gentle ladies, hark

to the moving and triumphal ballad

which celebrates the win of my friend, the gallant John.

Now you must all believe

with a crash and a bang and a fall.

Now you must all believe that into battle with John,

that into battle with John, you really

can get hurt with a crash and a bang and a fall.

You really can get hurt if you fight the old quintain,

if you fight in the old quintain,

With colors flying proud, with a crash and a bang and a fall.

With colors flying--

-(SINGING) --to fight the great black knight.

The great black knight.

If this ode has brought you joy with a crash

and a bang and a fall.

If this ode has brought you joy, I'll sing it all over again.

I'll sing it all over again.

Ah.

Sire.

Sire, they tell me a merchant has arrived at the castle.

Do you wish to see him?

What?

A merchant?

Ah, yes, yes.

Wait for me.

Uh, I'm coming.

No, no, no.

It's Master William that I want to see.

I have a few little things here that

will interest him very, very, very much.

-They tell me that you've got something to sell to William.

Yes, sire.

That is correct, sire-- to William.

Very good.

Go and get him, at once.

Right away, sir.

Well, what on earth is this?

Can you eat it?

No.

It would give you indigestion.

But wait, I'll show you.

You won't believe your eyes when you

behold these precious wonders.

But I shan't keep you on tender hook a moment longer.

Let's cut the chatter, the prattle, and the cattle.

Would you believe it possible, look

at these splendid objects-- sacrificed the prices.

My price is cheaper than any competitor.

Like this, for example, it's a harp from Ireland

whose sound box is in cedar wood.

Oh, but just listen to this melodious cords.

-And a most beautiful example, with such a pleasant sound.

Mmm, superb.

And this lute, which sing like an angel.

And that-- that-- I've forgotten what you call it.

-But it sure make a lot of noise, yes?

I also got a-- a hurdy gurdy, uh, a triangle, and a, uh,

a flute.

Ah, you wretch!

You fool.

-Don't you realize it's too much like--

On the cart.

Get out!

Get going!

Move.

-If I see you again, I'll kill you.

If ever you're fool enough to come back

with your filthy rubbish, I'll have you strung up!

Phwew.

We had a narrow escape.

-I understand the merchant wants to see me.

But where is this merchant?

Well, uh, that is, uh--

Exactly.

I think he wanted to compliment you on your, uh, musical gifts.

That as he was in a great hurry, unfortunately he had to go.

And that's it, he's gone.

WILLIAM (OFFSCREEN): Ah, pity-- well,

a pity for him, that's for sure.

I would have played him my new ode.

I performed it last night, remember?

And guess why it was so melodious.

Um, uh--

-Because I attached new strings to my instrument.

And you, sire, what do you think of-- oh, sire.

You have slipped.

Have you hurt yourself?

No, no, no.

Wait, sire, I'll help you up.

Go away and leave me alone.

I don't want to get up.

I'm very well as I am.

-But sire, you're not really going to stay there, are you?

On the floor?

And tell me why not.

Why, it's very, very comfortable on the ground.

Yes, I tell you, very comfortable.

I even think I'm going to have a little snooze.

William, go and fetch me a royal cushion for my royal head.

Immediately, sire.

No, no, John, not you.

I said William.

William, you go.

Me?

But why me?

Because I say so.

Go on.

Be quick.

Hurry up, William.

Phwew, he's gone.

Quick, help me to get up.

-You don't want to sleep anymore?

Don't talk stupid.

Does one usually sleep on the floor?

-Yes, a little while ago, you said you wanted to--

-Yes, but that was a little while ago, not now.

William was here.

Hm, just look at what I was lying on.

JOHN (OFFSCREEN): A flute.

-It must have fallen off that wretched merchant's car.

We must destroy it.

Come, come, there's still a fire in my room.

Let's make use of it.

And what's more, this flute is not very well made.

Have you seen it?

It's only got six holes.

And there it goes.

Good riddance.

Sire, come here.

Come and see.

-Someone's making fun of me in this castle.

The fire.

Quick, quick, get out.

Get out.

Ah, the king's room is on fire!

A fire in the king's room?

Hold on, sire.

I'm coming!

But this is a jug of wine.

Not much for the fire.

Feeling better, Your Majesty?

It is done, sire.

The fire is out.

Ah, very good.

Very good.

Yippee!