(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 ##

Azrael, I'm a genius.

Guess what I'm going to change into with this potion?

A snail.

Meow.

You think I'm bonkers?

Well, I'm not.

Don't you remember when we came across that country bumpkin

Smurf walking his slimy snails?

There you go, my lovelies, the most smurfily delicious

grass patch in the forest.

Ha-ha! Meow!

Ah!

Meow! Ah!

Oh, blasted slime.

Meow.

Come on, my beauties.

Let's get back to the village.

Well, that got me thinking.

If I turn myself into a snail in the middle

of that clearing, then the farmer Smurf

will find me and take me back to their village.

Then I'll say the magic word "presto," snap my fingers,

and turn myself back into glorious me.

So here's to my genius. Meow!

(gulping)

(loud poof)

Meow.

Ha, it worked!

Smurfs, here comes your doom.

(cackling)

Meow.

Go, go, go, you stupid cat.

Huh?

(whistling)

OK, my lovelies.

Come feast on this delicious grass.

Huh?

Holy Smurf, we got ourselves a new friend.

Oh, boy.

You're one darn ugly snail, aren't ya?

(grunts)

Well, might explain why you're all alone there, huh?

Oh, you're lucky Farmer found you, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Come on, I'll take you back to the village.

(chuckling)

I'll be right back with some snacks.

Now don't be a flirt, Marilyn.

I think this one is shy.

Hmm?

Oh. Hmm?

Oh!

Disgusting vile creatures.

And now, time to turn back.

Presto.

Huh?

That's odd.

Presto? Presto.

Presto! Presto!

Why aren't I turning back?

I'll say the magic word "presto," snap my fingers...

snap my fingers... snap my fingers.

Ahh! Oh.

Oh, no!

Snails don't have fingers.

Ahh!

I got to get out of here.

(grunts) Get off me.

Ahh!

Ugh!

All right, I'll steal some ingredients

from Papa Smurf's lab and make an antidote.

Huh?

Vile creatures.

Ha-ha. Let's run to the lab.

(squelching)

(grunting)

(panting)

I can't wait to see the race.

(groaning)

Freedom, here I come.

Hello. Ahh!

Who are you?

You're not a Smurf.

You're a frog.

Whoa!

Let's go, froggy.

(whimpers)

Yahoo!

My own frog.

Farmer, I found a frog.

What?

It's that ugly snail.

Hey, don't forget to prep him for tomorrow's race!

(chuckles) Good idea.

(loud thud) Oops. Sorry.

Heh-heh!

You're such a beautiful frog.

I'm gonna name you Fluffy.

Huh? Fluffy? I'll give you fluffy.

Huh? You can talk?

(speaking gibberish)

OK, then.

Do you want me to give you a massage so you'll

be ready for the race?

(gentle harp music)

(groaning)

(squeaking)

Huh? The lab.

I've got to get there.

Hey!

(groaning)

Come back, Fluffy.

Now, open up.

You need to build up your strength for the race.

(gulps) Huh?

Fasten your Smurf belts, because the snail

race is about to begin.

(cheers and applause)

You can do it, Storm!

You're gonna win, Hefty.

Whoo-hoo! Come on, Smurfs!

(groaning)

Hey, look.

Dimwitty found himself a snail.

Heh-heh.

He's never gonna win with that thing.

(groaning)

I'm ready.

Here's some magic racing sarsaparilla for all of you.

It'll make you Smurf like lightning.

Don't eat too much, though.

You'll be too fast, and that's cheating.

(bell dings)

Ahh.

(chuckles) That's a good snail.

On your marks...

get set...

(gulps)

Hmm? Huh?

Smurf!

(engines revving)

(tires squealing)

Ahh!

(cackles) The sarsaparilla works!

And now, to the lab.

(tires squealing)

(bell dings)

Oh, ha-ha!

Ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh-ehhh.

(laughs) See you at the finish line.

Where did you learn to drive?

Hey there, Storm.

Hey, Dimwitty.

Snail's too old! Move.

You don't stand a chance.

Too old, huh?

Let me show you who is too old around here.

(engine revving)

(growls)

(tires squealing)

(cheers and applause)

Yee-haw!

Dimwitty rules!

I've never smurfed anything like it.

I won.

Of course I won.

I'm the great Gargamel, after all.

Fluffy, you're the best frog in the world.

(gentle music)

(chuckles) Mwah!

(snoring)

Mwah! Sweet dreams, Fluffy.

(both snoring)

My dream is to become your worst nightmare.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, no.

The magic sarsaparilla wore off.

I'm even slower than before.

(pants) Get a hold of yourself, Gargamel.

Let's move it.

(grunting)

(rooster crowing)

(pants) Oh...

(groaning)

Ohh.

It took all night, but I'm here at last.

Smurfy morning, Fluffy.

It's time for breakfast.

You need five fruits and veggies.

Come on.

(growls) No!

I can't take this anymore.

Let me go, you dimwit!

You can talk?

Oh, wow! Can you whistle too?

I can whistle. Want to hear?

(whistles) (groans)

(whistling)

Open wide for Dimwitty.

Don't you have any magic sarsaparilla instead?

Nope. And how come you can talk, anyway?

Frogs don't talk.

Because I'm a sorcer...

Uh, a magic snail, that's why.

Papa Smurf can do magic.

Oh, can he, now?

He's very powerful when it comes to magic.

(gulps) You should see his laboratory.

It's full of magic potions.

Actually, now that you mention it,

I'd love to see it.

Oh. Heh-heh-heh.

Nope, silly.

It's a no-no going into Papa Smurf's lab.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Look at my antennae.

Oh, this is fun.

On the count of three, you will do as I say.

One, two, ta-da.

Uh... I will do as you say.

Take me to Papa Smurf's lab.

Chop-chop.

Papa Smurf's lab, chop-chop.

Oh, I'm the greatest.

(cackles)

(knock at door)

Hmm?

Dimwitty, what are you smurfing here?

(cackling)

Tie him up and gag him.

OK.

(mumbling)

Excellent.

Now take the red potion.

No, that's the green one.

Oh, it's pretty.

Hmm? Out of the way.

(slurping)

(mumbling)

Hmm? Look.

Papa Smurf.

(mumbling)

Oh, looks like he wants to dance with us.

(upbeat music)

(both) Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh yeah.

Hey, hey.

What's going on here?

We're dancing with Papa Smurf.

Right on!

Something's not right here.

Hmm.

He might be in danger.

(cackles) Finally, it's ready.

Now, pour it in my mouth.

Smurf it.

(all grunting)

(thump at door)

Get ready for a big surprise.

(all grunting)

Aaaah.

(mumbling) Huh?

(all) Huh?

(dramatic music)

(cackling)

(chuckling)

Oh? What?

What have you done, you idiot?

But it was the red potion.

Red potion?

Lucky for you, I have no hands to squeeze

the blue out of your little...

(gasps)

I knew you were behind this, Gargamel.

Who, me? Gargamel?

No, I'm just a poor little frog.

Rubbit, rubbit.

Dimwitty, it's time to release your frog.

Bye, Fluffy.

I'm gonna miss you.

You can't do this to me.

Oh, I'll be back.

And then I'll show you.