Asterix and the Big Fight (Astérix et le coup du menhir)

ASTERIX and the BIG FIGHT

The Gauls attack!

Obelix, we're coming!

You'll take them, Obelix! I'll take these!

We're attacked, as you see!

- Look, support us! - Get out of my way!

Get out of the way Phalop, away from where they're look for him!

Ho ho ho ho! - Ceasar, speak up!

You get those threats, huh? Ha ha ha ha!

The year is 50 B.C., and all the world belongs to Rome.

Well, all but these two gallant Gaulish warriors,

and the valliant people of this little Gaulish village.

Hey Asterix, why did they say we're Gaulish?

Gaul is Roman for French traveller.

Oh! Well, why do we call them the Romans?

Because those guys are Roman all over place.

Asterix, Obelix, come! I'll show my Vitamix's brochure.

Oh sure, Vitamix.

Ah, you, my little Dogmatix! Ha ha ha.

Hello! Oop, you! Come on!

Yo! Just back from the hunt day!

Just bringing home the bacon.

The boars don't stand a chance, Vitamix, with him on the job!

By the way, we were ambushed by a platoon of Romans.

Get to love those Roman!

Here it is, look here!

You are no silly Romans!

Oh, Vitamix, would you make us some more of vitamin potion?

Wait way! Must keep strong for the Roman!

Hail Bossanova! Your platoon has returned to report to you, sir.

Mamma mia!

What's that going on here?

Bossanova, Sir!

- We were ambushed by two Gauls. - But they also had a very vicious dog.

And two wild boars.

Hey... that makes five up together, so at least surprising us.

Huh! Huh-huh!

These Gauls are making us the laughing stock of all of Rome.

It's their secret vitamin potion that is making them so strong.

There must be a way to get rid of the potion!

Uh--

Huh?

Uh, perhaps we could just get rid of their wizard!

That's it! We get rid of the wizard and no more vitamin potion!

Ha ha ha....

Capture the wizard! Dead or alive.

Ha ha ha!

Don't just stand here!

Yes. Don't just stand there.

We see the most merit.

Meanwhile, deep in the mysterious woods outside the enemy Roman camp,

and far from the safety of his own village wall,

Vitamix, the Gaulish wizard, wander innocently among the crimsons flowers.

collecting the special herbs and spices for his secret vitamin.

The potion, which Vitamix alone can brew,

is the key the Gauls defend against Romans.

One sip of the vitamin potion in battle...

and the Gauls are filled with super human strength.

Unfortunately, Vitamix will never brew another batch.

He's about to have a very rocky day.

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh oh!

Ah! How are you little flower? Oh!

It's fantastic!

Hey, those Roman foot, stupid ugly bunch!

Whose is? So?

- We got you! - Uh, ah-hah!

Got him!

- They got Vitamix! - Who are you, pro?

Hang on Vitamix!

Obelix, NO!

Look, Obelix, NO!

And so it was that Oblix, who was always fond of big rock,

came to be historic first rocket launcher!

You see, when he was little, Obelix fell into a batch of the Wizard's vitamin potion,

and hasn't known his own strength since.

Sometimes that's good. Sometimes it's not!

- Oh great, Obelix, just great! - What's wrong? I scared off the Romans, didn't I?

Absolutely! But how do we get supposed the Wizard feel?

Sleepy?

Sleepy indeed! Vitamix the Wizard never slept so long in all his wizard day life.

But Asterix, Oblix and the entire Gaulish village kept a constant watch over their beloved friend.

For without their faithful wizard, there could be no vitamin potion,

nor hope against Rome.

Perhaps I could wake him with my, uh, my music?

Uh-uh!

I swear, Chief! It was just a tiny little rocket, just nicked him too.

- Hey, everybody, he's waking up! - See?

- How are you feeling, Vitamix ? - Oh, just fine!

Oh! Who are you, monsieur?

Asterix, you know me! Asterix!

Please to meet me, huh!

Asterix? What a funny name!

I'm so glad to see you well again, Vitamix.

Asterix, you know such a bufflehead in the woods!

No, he is a so fat little guy! Eat too much!

Fat guy!

Fat bad guy!

Vitamix, snap out of it, it's your chief you must remember me.

He's lost his memory.

Then let me sing for him! He's bound to remember my talent!

That's it! I remember everything now. I was a lobster, a big lobster.

- Obelix, we had better take him home. - I was a lobster, lobster! I.....

The wizard gone mad!

But who release the potion?

We got to do something before the Roman find out!

True enough, with the town's favorite,

and unfortunately, only with a dam of blinks,

the people of Gaul had plenty of things to worry about that day.

The Roman intelligence was one of them.

- The wizard? Where is he? - Bossanova, we don't know!

What?

You want another ambush, just a gaining lead time. They had superior numbers!

All right, how many?

Uh, two. But they also had a rocket and a launcher!

- Uh! - A rocket?

It sounds bigger to me!

Hah! It's crazy!

Rocket is over the advantage by the jaw of machine, not to fire a shoot! Hah!

Who are you?

Shall we go back inside, Sir?

No! Just stay up here so someone prevent the unlit!

The sky is falling!

- The sky is falling! - The sky is falling!

The sky is falling!

Oh-o!

We might mention at this point that the Gauls in the village...

were not only super super strong, but also super superstitious.

Chicken little was not the first French men to fear the sky may fall on his head.

These Gauls worried about this day,

and with Vitamix, the Wizard in off action having already cause a piece on their heads,

the Gauls were worry any less!

The sky is falling on our heads!

Is he any better?

- Uh-uh, uh-uh! - No, not one bit.

Let him get some rest, lets go see the Chief.

And so, with the sky falling all around them,

and they are faithful Wizard Vitamix hopelessly on the hint within their heads,

the weary Gaulish villagers took shelter from the storm...

in the home of their Chief. While outside, unknown to all,

an even greater danger loom.

Do you know what's going to happen?

- What can we do? - I don't know!

If Vitamix had not gone deaf I know he could save us.

- Help! - Please help!

Friends, the sky is not falling, it's only a storm.

I think we sing a little song, and gives us some courage.

Hurry! Hurry up! The sky is falling on our head!

Geriatrix, settle down! It's merely strong lightening hit. No harm!

Excuse me, brave Chief, invite the stranger in. Wh....

Huh, Chief! Sure they spoke like bananas, Chief!

Uh!

Uh!

Huh!

Here I'm, who are you?

I am a lost and weary traveller.

I was caught in this storm.

I beg you give me shelter from this weather.

I don't care it's your price. I mean no harm to you.

Yeah, of course, my hut is your hut, anything I can do, uh,

to make you more comfortable!

I'll bet he must be really hungry.

Uh-huh! I think I have a little goats milk and a some wild boar.

Gee, I don't mind if I do.

- Well, what's your name traveller? - My name is Prolix.

I knew I would be caught in this storm and I knew you would welcome me..

into your hut, and I knew I could count on your hospitality.

Though, I must say that your lot...

was a very unusual way of sharing food with a poor hungry guest.

But still, I knew this is how it would be!

- But, but, but... how could you know all that? - Because I see the future.

- The future? - Give me a break!

Someone here does not believe me, huh?

I fear that he will make things worse for you.

Hey, Frank Sinatra, are you the one who doesn't believe in him?

- Oh, no. It wasn't me. - Mr. Prolix, you must...

excuse my men, they love to fight!

I know.

Oh, Mr. fortune teller, please tell us. Is the sky going to fall on our heads?

If I look at the insides of an animal, I could tell you for sure.

Perhaps you could read the inside of this roasted boar.

You've eaten until nothing left to read!

Ah, but the insides of this dog could tell the future.

I'm a very good dog reader.

If you touch my little Dogmatix, you'll be taking an early retirement.

Be careful Mr. Fortune-teller! The predictions of my friend Obelix are usually correct.

Too bad, I guess you'll never know if the sky is going to fall on your heads.

Oh!

- Wait, will a fish do? - A fish?

Well, I suppose I could read the future in a fish.

Fish sysqua and sushi raw, tell the future through my draw!

Now, despite the unbelief I sense among you,

I see, the sky will not fall upon your heads.

And you'll see it!

And after the storm will follow sunny days!