01x01 - The Wig House

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-I've been looking for him for hours!

We're late for grooming!

But His Majesty Belfort prefers
to leave me in the lurch!

I can't take it anymore!

Desperate moans.

Smothered. Belfort!

Oh, no

I have to make sure that the
King's dog is impeccable.

Otherwise, I'll -I'll
end up in the galleys!

-Hey, that was my line!

-Not here. Not there
either. How about there?

-M. Binet, what's the matter with you?

-Gone! It's gone!

-Really? Did you lose something too?

-Yes! The queen's wig is gone!

-We lose a royal dog, a royal wig

If even the wigs disappear

-It's a catastrophe! The
queen wants to wear it

this afternoon to pose for a painting!

-We're going to find her, Mr. Binet.

-Thank you for your time. But please
be discreet. My survival depends on it!

The queen must not know

that his wig has disappeared!
-Botus and flyswatter!

Belfort!

-The way is clear. Bazire is gone!

-Woh

-My dear Lupin, be discreet.

If anyone saw you here,
it would be very bad.

-It's not my fault, the forest
cut into pieces, it's slippery.

-Let's get started. Your surprise awaits!

-Oh, I love surprises!

Belfort laughs.

-My dear Lupin,

hang on to your ears,
because I'm going to show you

the joys of grooming!

-Er OK. -I knew you'd like it!

Here are the brushes Bazire uses

to maintain our coat!

So don't move!

-What? No!

-Let yourself go!

-Wait 2 seconds, Belfort!
We can negotiate!

They bark.

Stop it!

Not that.

Belfort! There's Gazette! -Belfort! Lupin!

Please help me.

-Gazette? What's going on?

-It's my house, it's gone.

-What? But a house doesn't just disappear!

-My home is the Queen's wig.

And she's nowhere to be found, I'm so sad!

-Poor Gazette, this is unfortunate.
Losing your home is horrible.

I'd be upset if I could no
longer live at the château.

-It's not that important.
It's not that important.

I have a good life and
I don't have a house.

You can live outside with me, Gazette.

-Thank you, Lupin, that's very kind, but

-That's very generous, Lupin,

but not all animals can live outside.

Especially if they've
lived in it, as we have.

Gazette, you can stay and
live in the dog house.

I can share my cushion.

-Belfort, Lupin, follow me.

-Uh Yeah, it's the queen.

So what?

-Look closer. Even closer.

-Er Gazette, I don't see anything... Oh!

Yes, I can see that!

Gazette, is that you?

-Yes, when I was a child.

My parents built our nest with their paws.

I was born here and
have always lived here.

I have so many happy memories there.

This nest, my home, is everything to me.

I can't move, I can't leave him.

See?

-Yes, I can see that. A family home,

it's unique.

-Don't worry, Gazette!

We'll find it, your wig house. Are we?

-Yes, my dear Lupin. Off
to the Queen's study.

Delighted laughter.

-Oh no, parquet! I'll just
-Oh no, no, no... Lupin.

Tane and Ponne.

-Look, Ponne. Our useless
brother and his useless friend!

Lupin growls.

-Go away with your hair!
You don't belong here.

-Ponne, Tane, we're just passing through.

Gazette needs us

-Shut up, I'm not in the
mood. You're hurting my ears!

Get out of here.

-HM?

Lupin squeaks.

-Are they suffering?

They were almost never mean.

-Maybe they've become friendly.

-NO! -Belfort!

-Here's Bazire! -Come this way!

The coast is clear.

-The wig was there, on that wooden head.

Oh! It's a ribbon that decorated the wig!

-Luck is finally smiling on us!

Sniff it out, my dear Lupin,
and we'll track it down!

Come on, dear Lupin. -Er
No, don't count on it.

There's too much perfume in
the castle, it makes you puke!

Disappointed sighs.

-You know, Gazette, my nose isn't working.

But Lupin's is infallible!

At least, that's what I thought.

Alas, we'll have to fend for ourselves,

dear Gazette.

So, despite our weaknesses,
let's go and find your home.

He sniffs.

Unfortunately, I can't sniff
out the slightest clue!

If someone could give us a hand

-It's okay, don't tire yourself out.

Gazette, it's good because it's you.

Ah, the cow! So much perfume!

I'm gonna I'm gonna puke.

Oh It's okay, don't worry. False alarm.

-Dogs and wolves,

you have no sense of observation.

-Good morning, Ariane. -Hello, Gazette.

-Hello, Ariane. -Hi, cat.

-Dogs and wolves are inferior
to cats, and here's the proof.

Haven't any of you noticed
that something else

has disappeared into this room.

-Well Well, yes!

Er No. -Oh!

Chevalier!

-Yes, Ariane is right.

The queen's parrot isn't
here. Where has he gone?

-Clearly, the parrot stole the wig.

-He hates it when a mouse
lives in the queen's wig.

He often told me so. But would he dare?

-A grump who hates everyone but himself?

Let's see

-Let's not jump to conclusions.

Nothing proves that We're coming!

-What else? Don't they
have anything else to do?

Mysterious music.

-What is this?

Oh, a ribbon! Wonderful!

-This guy's up to something.

-It's M. Binet, the royal wigmaker.

-Come on, we'll follow him.

-Oh What amateurs.
We'll have to help them.

Again.

Broken glass. Oops!

-He dares to enter my master's home!

-Weird, weird, weird. -How strange.

-Just a little longer

Just a little Tear, fall and scream.

Ouch, ouch, ouch!

-A strange look, but what panache!

-Mme de La Fayette,
your hair is exquisite!

Almost perfect!

Except for those highlights.

Do you mind?

-Of course, Mr. Binet.

I said two bears introduced
into the apartments

renovated by Mme de Fontanges.

The two bears have devastated everything!

-Here we are. Have a nice day!
-Have a nice day, Mr. Binet!

-That's enough! Well,
carry on, my good man.

Perfect!

-Gazette, look!

Your home was in the
wigmaker's apartments.

-Problem solved!

-It's not my house. It looks like it,

but it's not my house. -Poor me!

Still not

of Belfort!

And still no wig.

-No need to look for the wig, my friend!

I made

a perfect copy.

-A COPY? -Oh, a copy?

You're really smart!

If I could make a copy of Belfort

-I won't see my house again.

Gazette cries.

-Gazette, wait! -Take heart,

we'll find her. -No, we won't.

It's hopeless.

-Let's keep our paws to ourselves!

We haven't said our last word.

Following the wigmaker
was not a good idea.

-That's for sure!

With the superior brain of a cat,

you wouldn't have followed Mr. Binet,

you would have tracked down the parrot.

-Of course!

-Of course you can.

-We get it.

-Gazette, we'll find
your house, I promise.

Ariane,

Lupin, let's go!

-My dear Bazire, what
do you think of curlers?

-Thank you. The "bidouguis"
are indispensable.

I use it on Belfort for the
volume of his royal ears.

-Indispensable, yes!

No curlers, no copy of the wig!

He laughs.

The queen will see nothing but fire!

They scream.

-He must have gone for a walk.

-Impossible. Chevalier isn't
the type to walk alone.

-That's right.

Chevalier prefers to spend
his days here grumbling.

But where is it? Harpsichord tuning.

-Harpsichords don't play alone.

Intriguing music.

Agreement.

Chevalier croaks.

-You'll never catch me!

He screams, then groans.

Grunting.

-Libra. What did you do with the wig?

-What is it? What is it?

-Did you steal it to
deprive Gazette of a home?

-Me? I'm innocent!

-If you're so innocent, why
were you hiding in the notebook?

-Harpsichord. -It's
all the same. Admit it!

-It's none of your business,
you miserable timber wolf.

And go away, you don't belong here,

in my mistress's boudoir!
-I'll take care of it.

Listen, Chevalier, you should confess.

Otherwise, my friend Lupin will
use less civilized methods.

-I wouldn't hurt a fly!

I'm a civilized wolf!

-I know that, but Chevalier doesn't.

-Chevalier

Sharpening blade.

-What's up? Ah, all right!
All right, I'll confess.

I tell you everything. -We are strong!

-This morning,

asleep on my perch, when Tane and Ponne

entered.

-STAND UP!

Chevalier croaks.

Chevalier shouts.

-Oh no, the queen's wig!
You'll pay dearly for this!

-No, no one will dare accuse us.

-Er Tane?

There are our fingerprints.

Oh no, what have we done? -The
Queen is going to be very upset.

-And Mother! Mother will be in a rage.

-Ponne, we have no choice.
We have to make it disappear.

As for you,

Mr. Chevalier,

you'll keep your mouth shut!

Chevalier shouts.

-Head for the forest.

-No time to lose, my dear Lupin.

We must find my sisters. -Oh, what joy

He swallows.

She purrs.

-What a beautiful day!

-Hm!

Sigh of relief.

-They've been here.

-Well, nature is so untidy!

My dear Lupin,

your greatness of spirit
continues to impress me.

-My what? -Well..,

you don't have a house
and you don't need one,

but you understand Gazette's pain

and you help her find it.

You're a valuable person.

-Yeah, you know

Er If Gazette loves her
house so much, it's...

for his family's memories.

If I had memories of my
family, even just one,

I wouldn't want to lose him either.

Oh Gazette must find her home.

The wig is all she has
left of her parents.

Belfort sniffs.

-Oh dear, all that pollen!

-There you go!

No one will suspect us!
-No one will suspect us.

-We know what you guinea fowl did!

-Give back the wig and we'll
forget the whole thing.

-NEVER!

-Impressive authority.

Epic music.

They go too fast!

-Of course!

-Hey! Over here.

-What? They went that
way! -Trust me on this!

-We sowed them. -In your dreams!

Ah-ah!

-Ponne!

Catch! -Ponne, spit out the wig!

-NO!

-Oh, dear

Gazette's house looks like a mop.

-A mop that tastes of coffee and vase.

-Poor Gazette.

-Oh

-Gazette, we're sorry. Your house is

-Destroyed!

I recognize the balcony.

Well, what's left of it.

-Maybe we can do something.

We can start by recombing her hair.

-It's a lost cause.

-No. Lupin's right! We've got to try.

Where to start?

We need an expert, we don't want
to make the situation worse.

-Yeah, well, it'd be hard
to do worse than that.

-Let's see

When my family and I

come back from a day in
the woods in a sorry state,

Bazire always starts with this!

M. Binet cries.

-A catastrophe, Bazire!

What will become of me?

-M. Binet, let's not give up.

There is hope. -No, it's too late!

This time I'll be sentenced to the galleys

for disappointing the Queen so sordidly!

-Yes, of course.

-(Hey, Belfort! Are you
thinking what I'm thinking?)

-(Absolutely. That's
why we're a good team.

(Gazette!

(I take this wig to the wigmaker.)

-But the humans will hold you responsible!

-(I know, but it's the only solution.)

-Oh

-Belfort! Where have you been?

I've been looking all
over the castle for you!

-But

Oh, yes! The Queen's wig!

Bad dog, what have you done? It's ruined!

And so am I.

-M. Binet, if I may interrupt,

I think I've seen much worse.

Perhaps I can help you.

There you go!

How do you like that? -My dear Bazire!

You're fabulous! -Come on, Mr. Binet!

Get a grip!

This is Versailles, at
last! -What a talent

in those delicate fingers, Bazire! Thank
you for this. I'll make it up to you.

I'm off to put it back.

-You're not going anywhere!
I'll take care of the transport!

You're too clumsy!

And Belfort, forbidden to disappear!

Am I making myself clear?

-Oh! My house! It's saved!

Thank you, Belfort and Lupin!

-With pleasure, Gazette. -Yes, girlfriend.

Oh Wow... Well, what a day! Eh, Belfort?

-You're telling me, Lupin. Uh

We'll be able to pick
up where we left off.

What do you think?

Music of anguish.

-Ah OK. But open your royal ears.

This is the first and last time.

-Yes, of course.

-And now

Everything's back to normal. Whew!

Now let's go get the queen.

-Oh

Ah, at last!

I'm going home.

-Mr. Chevalier,

is the queen very angry?

-Hm, she's mad as hell!

Stay hidden for another day or two.

Or three!

Sardonic laughter.

Gazette laughs.

-Well done, Mr Chevalier!

They got what they deserved.

You'll see, it's simply magnificent!

-Oh, I love it!

The royal painter has outdone himself.

-Yeah Tastes and colors...

-Take a closer look!

-Oh! Gazette! You're on the board!

-Yes! -Magnificent!

-Thanks to you, I've got my house back.

-What's life like in hair?

-Too tidy for you.

-At the age of 20, King Louis XIV
suffered from a serious illness,

called typhus, which caused
him to lose his hair.

The king decides to wear wigs

and the courtiers are
quick to imitate him.

The wig craze was born.

The king makes Benoît
Binet his royal wigmaker.

He created the cabinet des perruques de
Versailles, a room dedicated to the wigs.

to the king's hair.

Despite all our care, the wigs
still harbored small pests,

such as lice, spiders and even mice.

M. Binet creates wigs

more and more imposing,
more and more extravagant,

so much so that its name
gives rise to the expression

"to have a funny hoe"