♪ If you believe you must be big
in order to be tough ♪
♪ Then you should get to know me
I'll teach you other stuff! ♪
♪ I'm madeline! I'm madeline!
I may be very small ♪
♪ I'm madeline! I'm madeline!
But inside, I'm tall ♪
♪ She may be teeny tiny
diminutive, petite ♪
♪ But that has never stopped her
from being pretty neat ♪
♪ Dum dee dum dee dum,
dum dee dum dee dum ♪
♪ Madeline! ♪
♪ Madeline! ♪
♪ She's madeline!
She's madeline!♪
♪ We hope you have it straight ♪
♪ I'm madeline! I'm
madeline! ♪
♪ And inside I'm ♪
♪ Great! ♪
In an old house in paris
that was covered with vines...
Lived 12 little girls
in 2 straight lines.
They left the house
at half past 9:00
In two straight lines.
The smallest one
was madeline.
There is
a small parisian street
Where people
of great talent meet.
Ooh!â â â â â â â â â â â â ooh!
Going there
is quite a treat.
Musicians,
mimes with red suspenders...
Ha ha!â â â â â â â â â â ha ha!
Dancers,
Clowns,
and ice-cream vendors.
And the most colorful,
if not the smartest,
Are the many,
many artists.
They paint one picture
then another.
They'll sketch your cat
or dog or mother.
Ahh!â â â â ahh!
One artist
that they knew quite well
Was an old friend
of miss clavel.
Bonjour, ludwig.
How are you?
Tres bien,
mademoiselle.
You are looking well.
And so, of course,
are the little girls.
Merci,
monsieur ludwig.
Ludwig's goatee
was white as snow.
His eyebrows wiggled
to and fro.
The whole world
was his studio.
Draw me!
Draw me!
Draw me!
Oh, please!
Formidable!
Ahh!â â â â â â â â ahh!
How I wish I could
draw like you.
You can try, madeline,
But it takes
a lot of hard work.
So madeline sat down
With some paints
and a brush.
Ohh...
My first painting
Looks a lot like mush.
Oh, i...
Ahem!
Just keep trying,
ma petite.
It will come.
You must
have patience.
So madeline
took another try,
But it resembled
a mud pie.
Oh!
She used charcoal,
inks, and oil.
How our madeline did toil.
But each new work
was quick to spoil.
Every doodle,
sketch, or copy
Was very rough
or downright sloppy.
Ohh...
Finally,
with a sudden thrust,
She threw down her brushes
in disgust.
I know you are
frustrated,
madeline.
Ohh...
But that is
no reason to give up.
Perhaps ludwig can
come and tutor you.
Do you mean it?
Would he?
I will give him
a call.
The very next day
at 10 to 4:00,
Ludwig came
to their front door
And squirted paint
upon the floor.
Oh!
Pardon,
mademoiselle.
I--i am
terribly sorry.
Do not worry.
We can clean it up.
But perhaps you had
better work outside
in the garden.
Certainement!
Now, madeline,
There are many kinds
of painting styles--
Baroque,
Neoclassical,
Rococo,
Romantic.
Hmm...
He does not look
very romantic to me.
Ahh!
But romantic artists
Showed feeling
and emotion,
Regarde
the strong color
and dramatic pose.
Ah! I see what
you mean, ludwig.
And here are some
examples of realism,
Impressionism,
Post-impressionism,
And cubism.
These are not
just cubes.
I see some fruit
and a bottle
and a guitar.
Cubist painters use
colors and shapes
To represent their
ideas and feelings.
Look, ludwig.
A cubist.
Oui. Tres bien,
madeline.
But you need not copy
the great works.
You should paint what
is important to you.
Paint what you feel.
Paint what you see.
Remember,
no one else is you.
♪ No one else is you ♪
♪ I know that to be true ♪
♪ From paris to peru ♪
♪ No one else is you ♪
♪ You can search
the whole town ♪
♪ Each new day
and each week ♪
♪ But you won't find
your double ♪
♪ Because you're quite unique ♪
♪ No one else is you ♪
♪ I know that to be true ♪
♪ From wabash to waterloo ♪
♪ No one else is you ♪
♪ No one
has your daydreams ♪
♪ No one has your style ♪
♪ And no one
has your giggle ♪
♪ No one has your smile ♪
♪ You can search
the whole world ♪
♪ Every planet,
every star ♪
♪ But you will
never find someone ♪
♪ Who's just the way
you are ♪
♪ No one else is you ♪
♪ I know that to be true ♪
♪ From maine to manitou ♪
♪ No one else is you ♪
Paint what I feel.
Paint what I see
because no one else is me.
Ahh!
For the next 14 days,
Madeline sat near the house.
She was quieter than
the littlest gray mouse.
[Squeak]
And she soon had paint
splattered all over her blouse.
C'est fini!
Oui.
It is finally done.
It was a day
of great elation
When madeline revealed
her new creation.
Voila!
It truly caused
a grand sensation.
I call it
la maison vieille--
the old house.
Oh, madeline,
it is magnifique.
I painted what was
important to me--
What I saw
and what I felt.
We must show ludwig.
So miss clavel called
danton 1004.
[Knock on door]
And soon ludwig sauntered
through the door,
Careful to avoid the floor.
Ahh!
Formidable,
madeline.
You must get
a beautiful frame for
such a fabulous picture.
The next day,
it was madeline's aim
To provide her picture
with a frame.
And as she strolled,
she gained more fame.
Ahh!â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â ahh!
People ahhed
and people oohed.
Ooh!â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â ooh!
That painting
pleased a multitude.
Quelle merveilleux!
This painting deserves
our best frame.
Ooh!
Ooh!
It put the world
in a good mood.
Ahh! That painting
should be in the louvre.
Oui, oui.
In the louvre.
Miss clavel,
what is the louvre?
The louvre?
Come.
I will show you.
In two straight lines,
They swiftly moved
To take the metro
to the louvre.
Voila! Le louvre--
One of the
largest museums
in the world,
With some of the most
beautiful works of art.
They started
in the galleries
With classical antiquities.
Ooh!â â â â ooh!â â â â â â â â ooh!
Who broke that statue,
miss clavel?
Oh, nicole.
That statue
is thousands
of years old.
It could have been
broken in a w*r
Or an earthquake
Or just by
being moved.
Down the stairs,
not far below,
Was a statue--
the venus de milo.
She is almost
And still
very beautiful.
But she does not
have any arms.
Or clothes.
Ha ha!â â â â â â â â â â ha ha!
This is
the winged victory.
It celebrates
the winning of a w*r
Thousands
of years ago.
Though the girls were so tired
they all felt like fainting...
They revived
when they saw
The world's
most famous painting.
Ooh!â â â â ooh!
This, little girls,
is the mona lisa,
Painted in 1506
by leonardo da vinci.
Miss clavel,
Why is she smiling?
That is not
a smile.
Yes, it is.
No, it is not.
Mais oui.
Mais non!
Now, children.
Whatever it is,
She looks like she has
an important secret.
Ahh!â â â â ahh!
Soon miss clavel said
that she believed
The time had come
for them to leave.
Come, mes petites.
It is almost
closing time.
There is so much
more to see.
Oh, no!
Look at all
these paintings.
Please let us stay.
Shh! We will come back.
I promise.
They found their way out
by following signs
And left the louvre
in two straight lines,
But far behind
was madeline.
Oh, no!
My painting!
It is gone!
Gone?
Quelle horreur!
The sad, sad truth
had to be faced.
Madeline's old house
had been misplaced.
Oh, miss clavel,
We must go back and
find my painting!
Oh, dear!
The museum will close
in a few minutes.
We must hurry.
They ran up the stairs
and up some more,
Searching high and low
on every floor.
They zoomed past statues,
busts, and pictures.
Ooh!â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â no!
And raced past greek
and roman fixtures.
They asked in dutch...
And greek...
And spanish.
But the missing work
had seemed to vanish.
Attention! Attention!
The louvre will be closing
in five minutes.
I am sorry,
madeline,
But I believe
your painting
Is nowhere
to be found.
When the time came
for them to depart,
They left without
madeline's work of art.
Ohh...
The poor girl
had a broken heart.
The metro ride
seemed very long.
The girls all hummed
a sad, sad song.
[Humming]
They went home
and broke their bread
And brushed their teeth...
And went to bed.
But poor madeline
could not sleep.
All that she could do
was weep.
Her sorrow
was so very deep.
[Sniffling]
I guess I will just...
Have to paint
another picture.
Pardon,
monsieur curator.
Where should I hang
this new painting?
Hmm...
This must be part
Of that traveling exhibition
from the prado.
Tres bien.
Very nice.
For now,
hang it next to
the mona lisa.
Ooh!
C'est magnifique!
The critics
didn't recognize it,
So they set out
to analyze it.
Regardez!
Look at that!
What lines!
What form!
What emotion!
Formidable!
But who's
the artist?
It is just
signed "m."
Could it be matisse?
Magritte? Miro?
Manet?
Monet?
Modigliani?
Uh...
I will look it up.
Some people
waited half the day
To see madeline's
unique display.
And some were even
turned away.
When the dawn broke,
Miss clavel perused
The paper
with the morning's news.
Regard, madeline!
Regard!
Look what is on
the front page
Of le bavard.
Oh! That is my painting!
Look! It's hanging
in the louvre.
Right next to
the mona lisa.
I must get it back.
It says here
that the museum
Is searching
high and low
For the mysterious
painter "m."
"M?"
"M?"
Ha ha!â â â â â â â â â â â â ha ha!
That is me!
C'est moi!
Madeline arrived
back at the louvre
With something
that she had to prove.
Ludwig!
I saw your painting
in the paper.
Oh, ludwig,
Will you help me
get it back?
Certainement!
Ooh, miss clavel,
Can we stay and look
at the mummies?
Tres bien.
We will meet madeline
in 30 minutes.
Ooh, tres bien.
Tres bien.
Beautiful!
Yes, beautiful!
Then madeline waited
in a long, long line.
And when she reached
her painting, she said...
That is mine.
And I am going to take it home
where it belongs.
Oh!â â â â â â â â â â â â â oh!
What is
she doing?
Wait, madeline!
Arretez!
Wait a minute!
I saw you take
that painting!
But, monsieur guard!
You must come with me.
Oh!
They ran down the halls
Till they reached
the curator.
But a sign
on the door said,
"Please return
much, much later."
Excuse moi,
monsieur curator.
If this is about
the painting by "m,"
The young lady
will have to wait her turn
like everyone else.
But this little girl
is an art thief.
She has stolen
la maison vieille.
But, monsieur,
I am "m."
That is my painting.
That is impossible.
It was painted
by an accomplished master.
Allow me
to explain,
madeline.
You see, monsieur,
She is my student,
and i--
You do not
have to tell him.
I will show him.
Outside the louvre,
Madeline
put brush to paper.
A crowd gathered round
wondering what was her caper.
Voila,
monsieur curateur.
My painting--
I hope it is
not too rough.
Hmm...
Aha...
Hmm...
Mmm...
Aha...
Ahem!
There is no doubt.
These two paintings
were painted
By the same artist.
I thought all along
That it was
a young girl.
So primitive.
My own child could have
done better.
Or even a monkey.
Do not listen to
what the critics say,
madeline.
You are the best judge
of what you think
is good
And what is not.
Because
no one else is me.
When you look at art
you've seen before,
Each time you see
a little more.
We will come back again.
I promise.
I hope you will
continue
Your interest
in art.
You have talent,
you know.
Merci, monsieur.
And remember,
You will be welcome
at the louvre
Anytime to see
your painting.
To see my painting?
Yes. We would like
to hang this
In the main gallery,
If that is
all right with you.
Mais oui!
Au revoir!
Au revoir,
madeline.
And remember,
Never listen
to the critics.
We love our bread.
We love our butter.
But most of all,
we love each other.
Then it was time
to brush their teeth
And go to bed.
In the middle of the night,
Miss clavel
turned on the light
And said...
Something is not right.
And afraid of a disaster,
Miss clavel ran fast...
And faster.
But when she saw
the girls' endeavor,
Miss clavel said...
Well, I never.
Look at mine,
miss clavel.
It is an original.
No, mine!
Miss clavel,
mine!
Little girls, these are
beautiful pictures,
But it is the middle
of the night.
You should all
be asleep.
They hung their paintings...
Near the door,
And that's all there is.
There isn't any more.
♪ It's time to go, au revoir ♪
♪ Though you may shout
"encore" ♪
♪ That's all there is ♪
♪ There isn't any more ♪
[Ruff ruff]
01x14 - Madeline at the Louvre
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Based off the children's books Madeline embarks on a series of misadventures, causing her friends and teachers to be worrisome.
Based off the children's books Madeline embarks on a series of misadventures, causing her friends and teachers to be worrisome.