(upbeat music)

(suspenseful music)

-(evil laughter)

-(snarls)

-# La-la, la-la-la-la #

# La-la-la, la-la #

# La-la, la-la-la-la #

# La-la-la, la-la ##

(bright music)

Hello, Grouchy?

-(grumbles)

-Rise and smurf.

Gotta catch the morning light.

-Me, I don't like wake-up calls.

-Neither do I. -(snores)

-Let's go, my little muses.

Great art cannot wait.

(humming cheerfully)

Don't you just feel more creative in the morning?

'Cause I sure do.

-(grumbles)

-(snoring)

(birds chirping)

-(humming)

Hm. Mm?

Hm. (inhales, exhales)

And now, my muses, I'm ready to paint.

Eh?

-(all snoring)

-Desperate times call for desperate measures.

-(inhales) -(horn blaring)

-(all shouting)

-What was that? A monster?

-Apologies, dear Smurfs, but this gorgeous light

won't last forever.

-Places! -(yawns)

-Hm. Something's not right.

(quirky music)

There. That's much better.

And remember, I need perfect stillness.

(hums)

-(all snoring)

-(groans)

(horn blowing, all shouting)

-Hm?

What's that noise?

-Please hold your poses.

You need to be like statues.

-Hm.

Painter, how much longer do we have to pose like this?

One hour, two, maybe six.

-Hm. -Huh?

(shouts)

(all screaming)

-Come back!

Six hours isn't too long for great art.

(sighs) Now I'll never finish my masterwork.

-Well... -Hm?

-Why don't you paint something else?

-(shouts) (whimpers)

-No need to be afraid.

Hm. You're an artist, right?

-Me?

Uh, yes.

I'm Painter.

I could give you these, if you like.

-Give me those.

Why, yes,

your art is very expressive.

I think you're a genius.

-Wow, that means a lot to me.

I'm glad someone finally appreciates my art.

-Which is why I want you to paint my portrait.

-Me, paint your portrait?

-You will have a beautiful model for once.

And I can hold a pose for more than six hours.

-Hm.

Challenge accepted.

It shall be my masterpiece.

We have a deal.

(both) Mm.

-Let's go then.

(dramatic music)

Where's Painter?

Don't know. I thought he was right behind us.

Look! Gargamel's mother has Smurf Painter.

Oh, no. We have to warn Papa Smurf!

(eerie music)

(thunder booms)

There you go.

-Thank you.

Please take a seat.

(whistles) Ah, home at last.

We've been lucky today, Azrael.

I'll make us a nice snail soup.

(yowls)

Mummy?

What are you doing here?

What am I doing?

It's obvious.

I'm having my portrait painted, you numbskull.

Your portrait?

(meows)

-(vocalizing cheerfully)

A Smurf? Get him!

(yowls)

(shouts)

Freeze!

Now be a good boy and listen to Mummy.

If you touch one hair on the artiste's head,

you'll be punished.

-Good afternoon, Gargamel.

Did you know the light in your home

is wonderfully dramatic and mysterious?

-And very flattering to my face.

Permission to move, oh, brilliant one?

-Mm-hmm.

-My dear idiot son,

this painting shall be my gift to you.

You can hang it above your hearth

so you'll never forget how much you adore your beloved mother.

(grunting)

You're welcome.

Now, if you wish to move about

while my blue portraitist is here,

there will be some ground rules.

-You may not put me in a potion,

nor may your cat eat me.

Understood?

(straining) I'm going to put you in my cauldron.

Stay frozen then.

But we'll see how you like it

when you need to use the little boys' room.

You are a monster, Mummy.

Thank you, dear.

I suppose that means you fold.

Ah, fine.

Very well then.

Oof!

Now both of you to the corner!

(sighs) (meows)

-That's better.

So where were we?

-Smurf me your most beautiful smile.

-Ah.

-(groans)

Uh, let me smurf something.

(upbeat music)

Perfection.

-(groaning)

-Forget it.

Why don't you choose your own pose?

-Ah.

-Mm-mm-mm.

-Hm.

-Mm-mm.

-Hm.

-Mm.

-Oh!

-Ugh.

-Mm, ah.

-(groans)

-(chicken clucks)

-(groans)

-Hm. -Stop!

Perfect! Don't move!

-Really?

-(grunts)

-Can I see?

-I said don't move!

Be patient!

-(yawns)

It's taking longer than I expected.

(snores)

Hm. (yowls)

I'm going to get him first!

(meows)

-Ooh!

-(roars) (purrs)

-(muffled) Let me out!

Oh, you cheated, Azrael.

He was mine. (pan clanks)

-What are you doing, you vile cat?

-(yelps)

-You poor dear.

Did he hurt you?

-I'm fine, except...

Phew.

You had tuna for lunch, didn't you?

-(meows) -Hm.

-Bad kitty! -(yowls)

-And stay out!

And now we can get back to work.

-Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

(groans)

And you, get back in the corner.

(whimpers)

(dramatic music)

When I think of the horrible things

Gargamel's mother might smurf to Painter...

Don't worry, Smurfette.

When we arrive at Gargamel's, you create a distraction.

And then I'll...

Huh?

(both) Ah!

(shouts)

Run!

(quirky music)

-(panting) -(yowls)

Gargamel!

Smurfs?

It's Christmas!

(laughs)

Oh, no.

He can't do that.

Of course I can.

Your pathetic friends are not protected by my Mummy.

She's protecting you?

Painter's my portraitist.

-Yes, she says I'm her favorite.

What?

But I thought I was your favorite, Mummy.

Sure you are...

Not!

(laughs)

-(laughs)

Stop!

Either your son frees my friends instantly,

or I won't finish your portrait.

-What?

Release those blue things now!

Not a chance.

They belong to me.

I was the one who found them.

(dramatic music)

Ah.

I said release them.

Ha! You can't make me.

(grunting, gags)

(key clatters)

(groans)

Now there's a good boy.

She really is a terrible mother.

All things considered,

Gargamel turned out rather well.

Stop this nonsense, and once my portrait is done,

I'll give you Painter and the others.

Hm.

Let's make a deal.

Finish my painting, and I promise

I will free your friends and you can all safely go.

-Hm.

-Unless, of course,

you'd rather leave your masterpiece unfinished again.

-What?

Such a beautiful piece of art?

-That would be a shame, wouldn't it?

-(growls)

-Well, all right, but only on one condition.

Gargamel must pose with you so I can keep an eye on him.

(shouts)

-I told you to stay out!

Let him go this instant.

-Oof.

I'm getting really tired of this.

-That'll teach you not to disobey me.

Uh...

And you, do as I say.

Pose with me.

(laughs) Yes, Mummy.

Now everyone is safe and sound.

Shall we get back to work?

-Of course. Great art can't wait.

(bright music)

(humming)

Psst, Painter.

What are you doing?

Do you think your art is more important than us?

(whispering) She's dangerous.

Hm?

(laughs) Ooh!

Shh. (groans)

Hm. Mm-hmm.

You're right, Papa Smurf.

I'm going to fix this.

Ooh.

And I know how.

Let's start again from scratch.

(upbeat music)

And voila, my masterpiece is complete!

-I can't wait to... (gasps)

What in the... (laughs)

That's fabulous.

You were right. That cursed Smurf is a genius.

Look, Mummy, the face that you're making.

You ungrateful son!

(laughs) Ungrateful?

But I love the painting.

I can't wait to hang it.

Wait till I get my hands on you!

(laughing)

(meows)

Ouch!

My present!

(yelps)

Time to pose.

-(grunts)

-Hee hee! -(lock clicks)

Well done, Painter.

This is your best work so far.

(sweeping music)

Bye, Azrael.

We sure had a lucky escape this time.

Great art always sets you free, Papa Smurf.