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Poet Slam

(Upbeat Music)

(Indistinct chatter)

Handy. Huh? Ahh!

(Whimpering)

Uh, Handy, is the stage finished yet?

Brainy, I'm not gonna make any headway

if you keep smurfing me every five minutes.

Where is Poet anyway? You'd think he could help.

It's his poetry contest, isn't it?

He's off practicing. What for?

It's not like he has any competition, right?

Golden trees, magnificent leaves,

how they glow.

I love nature so.

I just swoon when flowers bloom.

Oh, graceful bird flying free,

watch me slide into that tree.

Whee!

Ahh!

- Uh! - Ouch!

(Grunts)

Ah! Ooh...

- Poet, watch what you're doing.

- Oh, Lily, please accept

a sincere apology from one so inept.

- I'm fine, Poet. You gonna help me to my feet,

or keep playing your fancy beats?

- Huh? Hey.

Did you just answer me in rhyme?

- Did I? Hmm, didn't mean to.

But I'd like to from time to time.

- Indeed, you truly speak my tongue.

Although your style's a little young.

But I'm so glad you see making words sing

can be more than a passing fling.

- The other Smurf girls don't speak in rhyme,

so I don't get to practice any time.

- It would give me such a thrill

to teach you my poetry skill.

(Laughs)

- A handshake is so old school.

Let me show you something more cool.

Hmm?

It's not easy to do, but I can teach you.

- Rhyming is simple.

Stretch a word a bit more

then you rhyme with grace and metaphor.

- Oh, yummy!

(Sniffing)

- Ah, the heady scent of a muffin.

- Want one? Here goes nothing. - Huh?

(Slurping)

- Ahh...

What?

What? Where's my cake?

Forsooth, there was no need to snatch it.

- Ain't that the truth? But now you catch it.

(Laughs)

Lily, you're good at rhyming.

You should compete in the poetry contest.

Me? Oh, now that's

a smurftastic idea!

It'll make the competition exciting for once.

Right, Poet?

Hmm? Hmm.

- Uh, I don't know.

I still have a lot to learn.

Poetry's some serious stuff.

I'm afraid that I'm just not that good enough.

Come on, you're ready.

You're a natural Smurf rhyming machine.

Right, Poet? Um, I don't know, but...

you should do fine if you follow your gut.

- You really think I should do it?

- Of... of course you should.

I know you'll be exceptionally good.

Bravo! All right, then!

(Gulps)

Huh?

(Dramatic music)

(Gulp)

So, Poet,

what rhymes with orange?

Oh, uh, uh, uh...

(All laughing)

- Hey, Poet, what's wrong? Did you smurf your tongue?

If this is your absolute best,

you'll never, ever win the contest.

- Ah, ah, ahh!

She's going to beat me.

(Hiccupping)

(Humming nervously)

Hi, Poet! Nice day, huh?

There's nothing nice about it.

(Hiccups)

I slept terribly.

Poet, why aren't you talking in rhyme?

What do you mean? Of course I spoke...

(Hiccups)

in rhyme.

Like I do all the... uh, all the... hmm?

Oh, no!

I... I lost my...

(Hiccups)

I lost my rhyme!

(Hiccups)

(Screams)

Hmm.

Hmm? Hmm, hmm.

Mmm.

Ahh...

Poet, as far as I can tell, you have poet's block.

(Hiccups)

And the hiccups.

Oh, just what I need at a time like this.

(Hiccups)

What can we do to help?

The only way to help him

is to scare the poet's block right out of him.

Smurfette, Hefty, I'm counting on you.

The gentle caress of the breeze makes me...

(Hiccups)

Cough? Ohh...

If this doesn't smurf the poet's block out of him,

nothing will.

Ready? Uh-huh.

Oooohh! Aaaahh!

(Crashing)

(Thud)

Aaaahhhh! Uh, uh, ahh!

Hefty, no!

Aaaaaaahh!

Hefty! Whoa!

Smurfette!

Whoa! Watch out!

Hefty, are you all right?

- Uh, could you smurf me out?

- Hello, Smurfette! Hmm?

I've got a present for you.

Not now, Jokey. We have a bit of a situation here.

What's going on?

Why is Hefty hanging from a branch?

(Straining)

Whoa! We're trying to scare

the poet's block out of Poet. Hmm.

Is that all?

(Straining)

Hey, Poet, isn't this your favorite quill?

- Ahh, Jokey, curses!

How will I write any verses?

Hey, I made a rhyme that time.

- Here you go. Just call me Mr. Problem Solver.

- Oh, my quill.

Now, time for the contest.

Huh? Oh...

(All cheering)

Quiet down, quiet down.

The annual poetry contest is about to begin.

In one corner, we have the permanently reigning champion,

Poet!

Hmm!

(Cheering)

- Way to go, Poet!

And for the first time ever in about, well, 100 years,

we have a challenger, Lily!

Whoo-hoo!

(Cheering)

- Yeah! You go, Lily!

Poets, to the ring!

The poets will smurf an object from the barrel

and recite a poem on the spot.

If one poet finishes the other's rhyme,

the point goes to that contestant.

Let the poetry contest begin!

(Dramatic music)

- Hmm. - Hmm.

When autumn brings her yearly gift,

such as this apple, red,

my reverie begins to drift... to... uhh...

(Suspense music)

- Hmm... - Time for you to go to bed.

(Ding)

- Way to go, Lily!

- She finished his poem! - She took the lead.

And now, Lily's turn.

Hmm... For a tasty muffin, I hit the brake...

- And one that I will surely take.

Ahh!

(Ding)

Oh, way to go, Poet!

(Cheering)

Thy rhymes won't beat my poetry.

I'm a master of verses, can't you see?

- Is that the best you've got?

You know I've got a shot.

(Ding)

(Grumbling)

- Follow me, Lily, if you dare.

(Grunting)

For the rhymes here are as stale as the air.

(Panting)

- Huh?

Aha!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoa! Huh?

- Let's follow them!

- Hmm... - Ah...

- Hmm...

Owww! Oh....

- Is everyone keeping score?

'Cause I look extra cool on this smurfboard.

- It's true, you almost seem to dance.

But you must try to keep your...

- Huh! Oh!!!

- Ooh, balance.

- Who got the point? - They're neck and neck!

- Me? I don't like necks.

- Smite the nail upon the door.

- Huh! Show us what that hammer's for.

(Ding)

With this tractor, Farmer grows our food.

- So that Chef can feed this brood.

Round one is complete.

- But they're tied! - We want a winner!

- Yeah, we gotta have a winner! Settle down.

Since the score is tied, it's time for the Sudden Rap...

the one-word challenge. (Both) Hmm...

You have five seconds to find a rhyme for the object

I smurf out of this bucket.

The first one who misses... loses.

(Both) Hmm... - You got this, Lily!

Pulverize him! You're the champ, Poet!

Remember that!

Ready... Get set...

Poets, rhyme!

Pants? Ants!

- Muffin? Toughen!

- Helmet?

Trumpet!

- Mushroom?

Perfume!

- Umbrella? Vanilla!

- Plunger? Hunger!

- Orange? Orange?

Oh, oh, not that word.

So, what rhymes with orange?

Hey, Poet, what's wrong? Did you lose your tongue?

(Laughter)

- I don't know... I don't know.

Porridge! Hmm? Hmm?

(Sighs)

(Cheering)

- Phew. - Wait a second!

Orange and porridge? Ehh. Not a rhyme.

It is, too! They don't rhyme at all!

- Yes, they do!

(All arguing)

- Uhh, uhh, uhh...

- Give me the bucket! No, it's mine!

- Orange and porridge don't rhyme!

- Huh... huh...

- Stop!

- Hmm? Oh...

(Sighs)

They're correct.

My rhyme was silly.

I admit, this contest goes to...

- Nobody! - Hmm? Uhh...

I wouldn't be here, were it not for him.

And no student ditches a teacher for a win.

So what can winning mean to me

when my mentor's friendship is true poetry?

- Hmm? Hmm... Mmm...

(All getting emotional)

(Sniffles)

I believe we must declare this entire contest...

a tie!

(All cheering)

Can you teach me iambic pentameters?

- I can show you the basic parameters.

And say, can you teach me how to slam?