(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 ##

(soft music)

-(murmuring nervously)

(teeth chattering)

-(chittering)

(screams)

-(screams)

(dramatic music)

(whimpering)

Good night, Scaredy.

(screams)

(chuckles)

(breathing heavily)

Huh?

(eerie music)

(gulps)

(screams) A ghost!

(light music)

(tapping)

-Aw, come on now, Scaredy.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

You must have been dreaming.

-I'm telling you, Handy.

I saw it.

Horrible, all black,

wearing a little cap.

-Supposing it's true, what do you want me to do?

I'm not a ghost-smurfer.

My thing is home improvements, you see.

-That's just it.

You could reinforce my door,

mend the walls,

stop him smurfing into my house.

I can't sleep.

He's there every night.

-Uh...

-Please?

-(sighs) Okay, then.

(saw buzzing)

(hammer pounding)

(drill drilling)

-(murmuring nervously)

-All done.

You can come in now, Scaredy.

-Hmm? Hmm?

(quirky music)

-So?

-(screams)

-Do you like it?

-Uh, but everything is exactly the same.

-Wrong. It looks the same,

but everything is different.

Double thick walls and sarsaparilla fiber,

reinforced window, chimney security hatch,

double smurfing on the ceiling, floor, and door,

anti break-in door handle, multi-smurfized door lock.

-(screams) -All done.

It barely took an hour.

I guarantee you, Scaredy,

no ghosts will ever smurf into your house ever again.

-Wow. Thank you, Handy.

I'd just like to point out that lunch is served at 12:00.

And you're one minute late, all right?

Papa Smurf always says we should be on time...

Brainy, look.

Handy has turned my house into a ghost-proof strong room.

If I may say so, ectoplasms are indifferent

to all forms of partitions, all right?

Indeed, their astral form is free

of all physical consistency.

What'd he say?

This door seems too light.

You didn't smurf it with sarsaparilla fiber, did you?

Ah! I'll give you too light,

Mr. Building Site Supervisor Smurf.

I'd rather leave than stick around here listening to this.

Huh?

(grunts) Huh?

(grunting)

-Is there something wrong, Handy?

-I think we might be locked inside.

-What?

According to my calculations,

there is a 0.0000003 percent chance

that the wind will smurf the handle and open the door.

Huh?

(grunts)

Brainy, smurf up and pull.

Ready?

(both grunting)

-Scaredy!

I've got a wonderful story to tell you.

-Oh, hello, Blossom.

-Are you okay?

Oh, playing Hide and Seek, I see.

-Please, whatever you do, don't shut the...

-Door... -Ha! Found you.

Yeah!

Why in the smurf did you...

-(slurping)

-Hey, did you say something?

-Me? Nope. -Huh.

-Help!

Open up!

-(crying) Help! Help! -Okay, then.

If you'd rather sing, then let's sing.

# That's the Smurf, la-la-la #

# Who does the smurf? #

# La-la-la #

# In the smurf, la-la-la... #

-Smurf us out!

-Open up!

Given that two Smurfs can produce 89 decibels,

the probability that a Smurf

with hearing less than or equal...

Smurf us out!

-Smurf us out!

-(whistling)

(sniffs)

Mm!

(whistling)

-# La-la-la-la Smurf us out! #

# La-la-la-la... #

-They can't hear us.

I've insulated the house too well.

Don't worry, friends.

The others will soon realize I'm missing

and come and rescue me.

Uh, why would they notice you're missing and not us?

Oh, come on. It's obvious.

They're all going to miss my exceptional intelligence.

Okay, I'm going to count to 10 and the door will open, right?

1, 2...

3, 4, 5, 6... (whimpers)

7, 8, 9, and 10.

Hey, Hefty. Brainy didn't come to criticize our training today.

That's strange.

(grunts) Yeah, that's odd.

Like I miss his smurfy blabbering.

(laughs)

The only one who misses Brainy is his smurfway.

(instrumental music)

Eh. I don't understand.

They should be here, right?

Well, Brainy, maybe the others

don't know how to count to 10.

-(whimpering)

-Out of the way. I'm gonna break the door down.

(growling) Hmm.

Sarsaparilla fiber is really sturdy.

According to my calculations, object A

weighing 2 kilo smurfed at 123 smurfs an hour

would have a thrust T of 345 smurfojouls

and would destroy door D.

"Give me a lever, and I shall smurf the world."

That's what Archimedes said.

(grunting)

Science always wins, right?

Okay, change of plans.

We have to throw everything we can at that stubborn door.

But what do you mean, everything we can?

-Now we're smurfing.

(upbeat music)

-Not my teddy bear!

-Ready, Smurfs?

(all) Charge!

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(somber music)

(all breathing heavily)

-Hey, let's try with that stool.

-No! Not that one.

-(grunts)

Ahh!

Let me guess.

That was a gift from Jokey, huh?

-Uh, yes.

According to my calculations, my bladder

is going to smurf in less than 4 minutes and 34 seconds.

Simply put in one word... pee!

No, but... but the... The bathroom is outside.

You're not gonna smurf in here, in my house.

-You just have to think of something else.

It'll pass. Do you want me to tell you

the story about the pretty unicorn

that used to smurf in the river?

So it's the story of a unicorn

who really needed to pee.

That's very helpful, Blossom. Thank you.

I've never been locked up for so long.

It's starting to smurf my nerves.

-Are you okay, Handy?

You look kind of strange.

You're not sick, are you?

Because I don't want germs in my house.

-I can't take it.

I've got to... (hyperventilating)

-What? Breathe?

Oh, I know all about that.

It happens to me all the time.

You just have to learn how to smurf your stress.

-I'll show you... -No, no.

You can't help me!

I've got to tinker, plane something,

sand something down, staple, plaster something.

Hmm, fascinating case of a home-improvementomania.

That's smurfy.

-Hammer, hammer, hammer.

Oh, a nail.

A pretty little nail.

And I'm the hammer.

(screams) Come back, pretty nail.

I am not a nail.

I'm Brainy!

Uh!

Everything is okay. Everything is fine.

I'm all smurf.

Everything is smurf with me.

-Pretty nail, come over here.

Handy, stop this at once!

Enough now!

Stop smurfing around in circles,

put the hammer away, and calm down.

That's it.

I still need to pee.

A tunnel... We'll smurf a tunnel.

-Yeah!

(all grunting)

-Are tunnels all dark and full of creepy-crawlies?

-Yes, Scaredy.

But at the end of the tunnel,

there's light and freedom.

(all gasp)

-Smurf a taste of this, Scaredy.

Greedy says it has too much salt.

Pah! He doesn't know

the first thing about fine cuisine,

whereas you, I know you'll be able to tell me if...

-Can't you see we don't have time, Chef?

We're trying to escape here.

(gasps) The door!

-The door!

(door slams)

(birds chirping)

-Oh, no.

-Nonsense.

Nobody leaves

until they've had a taste.

-(grumbles)

I've got to break something,

or else I'm gonna smurf someone.

-No!

Not the stool!

(chuckles) Pretty good, huh?

(lively music)

-I'm gonna wake up. I'm gonna wake up.

This is all just a bad dream.

(grunts)

-Ow!

-I will not be frightened by a stool.

I'm afraid of ghosts.

-Did you just open the window?

-Uh... (gasps)

Me first!

I need to pee!

We're free!

-But why doesn't anyone want to smurf my pie?

Quick!

Ah...

Hey, all that time,

and nobody was worried we were missing?

We're going to have a few words

with our dear old Papa Smurf.

-You... you'll do the talking, right?

-Papa Smurf?

Hmm?

We were stuck in Scaredy's house,

and nobody even noticed we were gone.

-(clearing throat)

-What? -Uh...

-Yeah, it's 12 minutes after 12:00.

So what?

-The door closed at 12:02.

That means we were smurfed in for 10 minutes.

Hmm. May I help you?

Uh, nope.

We're good.

Thanks, Papa Smurf.

-Yeah, thank you.

(knock on door) Hello?

Anyone?

I think I'm stuck in here.