When's it gonna start? - Hey, I bet the storm is gonna win.

- Hear ye, hear ye.

Our annual snail race is about to begin.

(Cheering)

My little slimy.

We're waiting for you on the starting line.

Don't go too fast, now.

You don't want to pull an antenna before the big race.

(Laughing)

I'll bet you they finish in five hours.

- Last year it was 12.

- I heard Hefty greases his chest to go faster.

- He does look a little shiny.

- Me? I don't like greasy chests.

- First up, Chef Roddy Nibbles.

Now give a big smurf of applause to storm Mr.

No. He will ride the most

muscular racer.

(Cheering)

Let the best deal win.

I actually prefer earthworm wrestling.

What are you doing here, Jokey?

I thought you hated the snail race.

Remember last year?

Come on, you.

Hello. This is not a race.

A race is fast.

Smurfy, suspenseful.

This is a snoozefest.

And why am I the only one seeing this?

Huh? Mhm.

- Well, let's just say I'm ready to smurf it another chance.

Who knows?

This year it could be really exciting.

(Flute music)

- Jockeys. Get set...

Smurf!

- Giddy up.

- Let's go. - Come on.

- Let's go!

(Action music)

What the smurfs!

What did they smurf for lunch?

Aggghhh!

Yeah. That's so smurfy.

What did you do?

I fed him some magic vitamins to make them smurf faster.

Boy, what a brilliant idea.

Stop that! Stop that!

- Agghhhhh!

(Music)

Uuugh! Ah!

Aggghhhh!

(Music)

Ooooooooh.

Farmer. Are you okay?

Hello? Santa Claus?

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Jokey?

You've gone too far this time.

I'm sorry, Papa Smurf, but you got to admit, the snail race is always

so boring.

Wasn't it more exciting today?

You're going to round up those snails and surf them back here safe

and sound.

Oh, come on, Papa Smurf.

Urggh!

Do you understand?

Yes, Papa Smurf.

Right away.

You two go with him.

Yeah. We'll show him a little excitement.

Now let's take care of you.

Here. Slimy, slimy, slimy, slimy snails.

Where are you?

Come back. It's okay.

I won't smurf you.

Huh? Oh, hey.

Hey. Gliding biceps.

Is that you?

Oh, drat. You're just a snail.

Unless...

You need some help?

(Music)

Uh, just practicing my penmanship.

(Soft music)

I hope these smurfing salts will work.

Oh, guh. Snails.

Settle down, Farmer.

You need to get your strength back.

But I need the Smurf babies.

They don't know their way around the forest.

Not to worry.

I've sent a search party.

I'm sure they'll be able to find them.

My poor slum is.

Dad is coming for you.

Powerful smurfing salts.

(Music)

You can't smurf us like that.

- You're off the rails, jokey.

They're just snails.

Farmer won't know the difference.

They're all the same.

(Dramatic music)

Oh, a giant snail.

- Let me handle. Hey, you overgrown worm.

Don't you dare smirk or I'll...

- Well done. You scared him off.

Well, I don't know about you guys, but I've got the presents to wrap.

- And where do you think you're going?

- Did you smurf the size of that thing?

- Ouch. - Yep.

It seems to me you've got an even bigger mess to clean up now.

Why did you even smurf them anyway?

No. Well, according to the label, there are just some magic vitamins.

I found them in Papa Smurf's lab.

- Huh. Okay, we'll settle this later.

Now let's find those snails and smurf them back home.

(Music)

Looks like we're on the right track.

Mm hmm.

- There they are. Now, let's round them up.

And then...

- Seriously we're way out of our league here.

We can't smurf those monsters.

It's impossible.

- Don't be ridiculous.

Impossible is my middle name.

Woo hoo!

Gotcha.

(Action music)

Guys!

- Not!

- Yeww!

- Okay.

I'll toss a rock and I'll smurf through the air, land on a snail

and ride it back to the village.

- Well, that's a rock solid plan.

- Hefty. - Yeah.

Mm mm.

Oooaaahhh!

Let me guess.

It's my turn.

Come here, you giant Flambeau.

Can Iget a little privacy?

Hehehe.

Maybe the leaves weren't a good idea.

Look, I'm not a salad.

See? Not a salad.

- Just as smurf! - Ohhhhh

Now I know what a lettuce feels like.

Agggghhhh!

Ah ah ah!

Aggggghhhhhhh!

Ewwww! Hehehe.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh.

Guys, if you're going to help me do it now.

One for Smurfs, Smurfs Smurfs for all.

- Uh huh. Oh.

Oh.

Leave my friend alone.

- Hefty to the rescue!

We're coming jokey. - Help me!

- Nearly got you. - Oh, what a way to go

smurfed by a Casper dog.

No, stop, please.

That tickles.

- Hahahahaha. - Huh?

- Howry, howry, howry!

Hey there, Snail. Hey, Snail.

Now. Now, where are you?

Howry, howry, howry.

- Hoo hoo hoo hoo.

(WHISTLES)

Ohhhhhh!

No, stop that. Stop that.

I missed you guys, too.

Whoa! Get off me!

- How did you do that?

Well, like I always say, you got to smurf their language.

Isn't that right, my slimy?

- I'm sorry, Farmer.

I guess snail races just aren't my thing.

- Not everyone has the patience to watch snail racing

or grass grow,

- Grrrrrrrrr!

Big mouth love, garlic snails and a side dish of

Smurfs.

- Can this day get any worse?

- Hang on. Hubba, hubba, hubba hubba.

- Wooo hoooo!

- Food come back.

- Yeee haaaaa!

- That was smurftastic.

- You know, maybe I should smurf them magic vitamins more often.

Yeee haaa!