01x15 - A Royal Dogs Pain

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Sick as a Royal dog

-Perfect!

It's time
for His Majesty's meal.

Make way!

Make way for the meal of the king!

Make way!

-I am no longer hungry.

-The meal is served.

-All this banquet, just
for the four of us. Really?

When animals
outside are struggling to feed themselves?

-If you like, share your share.

Tane and I are starving.
-Well said, Ponne. Let's eat!

-Your generosity
honors you, my son.

But to go hunting,
you have to build up your strength.

-No, the hunt!

I've lost my appetite.

-My children,

it is customary at Versailles
to always begin the meal with soup.

-What is soup?

-It's probably a new dish,
exotic, from a faraway land.

-I've never
tasted anything like it. Delicious.

Very sweet.

-But divine.

-Too bad Belfort
couldn't taste it.

-Oh yes, what a shame!
We forgot to leave him some.

-He'll have some brioche.

I prefer brioche.

Are you feeling all right, Mother?

-Yes...

I feel fine, don't worry too much,

I just can't digest this soup, that's all.

-Mother, I don't feel well.

-My stomach hurts.

-It's this soup that's made us sick.
You're the only one who hasn't eaten it.

-Oh, dear!

Let's try to look the bright side.

You won't go into the forest.

-The king won't care
about dogs that can't hunt.

-Mother, do you mean to say,
that we'll be replaced by other dogs?

-But if we're no longer His Majesty's dogs,
where will we live?

Ouch, my belly!

-No need to panic,
I'll get Bazire.

He's the valet
he'll know what to do.

-Hello, my beloved doggies!
Bazire is here.

Well good morning to you too, Belfort.

But what's going on?
You seem pretty upset.

Oh, dear!

Tane, Ponne!

Diane!

Are you ill?

No temperature.

Pupils reactive.

Doggy breath.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

If you're not in good shape to accompany
the king, he won't be happy at all.

Come on, Bazire,

it's your responsibility do something...

-Mother,
Bazire has fainted.

-You're the only one who
can find a solution.

-A solution? But
I don't know what to do.

The soup. I'll be right back.

-Refined dishes,
simmered for hours for the king,

and end up fed to the dogs!

To the dogs. Really?

-That's the stuff.

-Lupin.

-I just love it.

-Lupin, I knew I'd find you here.

-Hey, there, Belfort.

Yeah, I'm the one
to do the dishes.

-I need your help, it's urgent!

A soup made my mother
and my sisters sick.

Will you help me find a cure for them?

-Me, help these high society dogs?
Are you serious?

They're always mean to me.
They hate me.

-If my family isn't in good shape
before it's time to hunt,

the king might replace us with other dogs,

and we'll have to leave leave the castle.

-You, leave Versailles? What?

Wait, no, no, no, no. So...
What's with the soup?

-I don't know, I haven't eaten any.

And with my truffle that doesn't work,
I didn't smell anything.

-Not to worry,
my truffle and I are here.

We're going to find out the
problem. Let's go see them.

-Wait, my mother and sisters

would never accept a wolf,
in the dog's office.

But we could make it so they
wouldn't recognize you.

Mother, this is Hippocrates,
the dog of the new royal doctor.

-It's... Yes, it's me, "Hypocrite".

"crate"

Ah, Hippocrates. Let's see,
where is this nasty soup?

Uh, where's the suspected soup?

-There's still some
in that soup tureen.

-I have no idea
what you've been eating.

Uh, I mean, I've never, ever,
smelled anything like that.

Well, now, I'm going to have to
to examine you. If you don't mind.

-Slowly, my stomach
hurts. Ouch!

-Ah! I can see only one remedy
for your gnawing pain: eat grass.

-Grass?

-Certainly, it's an old natural treatment,

known to animals living in the wild,
like savages.

It's called "purging".

-Interesting idea,

very interesting.
How could eating grass cure them?

What are you playing at?

-It's very simple.

Eating grass allows you
to vomit what you've eaten.

You'll feel better afterwards.

-Do you really think
we are going to eat grass?

-Who do you think we are?
-Goats?

-The king's dogs eat food prepared in
the castle kitchens. That's the rule.

-Can't you forget etiquette and think
about your health?

-We royal dogs, must respect it,

even if it means
fall from grace.

-But, Mother!
-No more!

-It's that good-for-nothing,
that wolf of misfortune.

-Get out!
-You don't belong here!

-Lupin is my friend and
he came to help you.

-Augustin

Prosper de Belfort,

the king's dogs don't
mix with vagrants.

Get out of my sight!

-Lupin, I beg your pardon.

My family can be obnoxious
sometimes. I'm sorry about that.

-Oh, I'm used to being treated like this.

You're not like her,
that's all that that matters.

Come on, let's go,
Augustin Prosper de Belfort.

Is that your name?

-No comment.

-Ha ha ha! "Prospépère".

Okay, with my nose,

we'll find out what bad ingredient

that was in that soup.

-Yes, let's find the mystery ingredient.

-Shallot.

Flour. Coffee.

Soap.

No, sorry, coriander.

Honey.

Guards.

Snails.

Yuck! Beurk!.

Sugar.

Pepper.

Butter.

Bingo! Augustin Prosper
de Belfort, I've got it.

-Stop! Don't call me that.
-There was this in the soup.

- "Ca-ca-o "d'Amé..."
"Cocoa of the Americas"?

-What's cocoa?

-I have no clue.
But if it comes from the Americas,

let's ask an animal that comes from there.

-Oh, Belfort!

Rumor has it that your mother
and your sisters are sick.

-Very sick.
Is it serious?

-That's right, Mrs Rosa.

We need to find out
what has made them ill.

We need to speak to someone from
the Americas,

urgently.

-From the Americas?

-Did you hear.

-What do I hear?

-Mr. de Lima, we're talking about you.

-Me? Oh, yeah.

Oops! I'm so sorry. Yes,
I'm from the Americas.

-Oh, how vulgar!

-Yes,
how vulgar!

-Vulgar
vulgarity.

-Now that's simple,
is cocoa beans.

Yeah, cocoa beans.

-We already knew that.
-Did they eat cocoa?

It's a catastrophic!

-Do you know cocoa?

-Yes, I do. At the court of Portugal,
humans use it to make chocolate.

-Chocolate?

-Yes, it's harmless to humans
but poisonous to dogs.

If Diane, Tane and Ponne have eaten it,
their lives are in danger.

In great danger!

-In danger?

-Impossible.

-Royal dogs in danger?

-Like I said since the start, they have to eat grass,
there's no other solution, to purge themselves.

-You heard them.

They only eat what comes
from the royal kitchens.

-So we're going to prepare a dish
using grass. Neither seen nor known.

Got it?

-That, my dearest Lupin, is
an idea of genius. Off we go.

Thank you, Madame Rosa.

Thank you all!
-It was nothing.

-Such vulgarity!
-How vulgar!

-So
vulgar!

-Fortunately, finding grass here is easy.

-The problem is picking it up.

-Is it?

-It's forbidden to walk
on the King's lawn.

-Oh? I didn't know.
-Right, then.

I'll pick the grass, you
take care of the guards.

-Guards?

-Here we go.

-The lawn!

-What do I have to do?

Oh, sweet doggie.

-Lupin! Don't stay here.

-A wolf? Help, a wolf!

-Don't help me, Augustin
Prosper de Belfort.

-Oh, sometimes you're unbearable.

-That's why you love me.

We got enough.

Over there!

-Lupin, look out!

-Belfort, catch!

-Lupin, your turn!

-Well, well?

Once again you've escaped

Bazire, young rebel.

You should save your energy for the hunt.

Guards, take
Belfort back to the castle.

And get up!
Mind your manners.

-Oh, my head!

-Belfort, have you
found a remedy?

-No, of course not.

I refuse
to give up.

-Don't worry Belfort, I can handle it.

How do you cook something with grass?

It would be easier
if I knew how to cook.

-He's such an incapable!

-I'm not an incapable.

-Perfect, a cookbook.
That's what Belfort would do.

He can read this gibberish, I can't.

-Exactly

my dear Lupin, that's why
we make such a good team.

-I knew you would escape.

-And I was sure you wouldn't give up.

-Yeah. You can
always count on me.

Check it out
what I found.

-Good idea, there's no problem a
good book can't solve.

Let's take a look.

Spinach soup.
It looks like grass.

Let's follow
the recipe. Time to cook!

-There you go,

a nice little green soup to purge.

-Let's go.

Easy, Lupin, easy!

-You, easy.

Whoa,
watch out, it's leaning.

-Careful!

-It's not my fault, the floor's slippery.

-It's hunting time, get my dogs ready.

-Oh no, quickly, this way.

-We are almost there.
My mother and sisters are behind that door.

-Lupin, be careful!

-Oh, no, I'm sorry, Belfort.

-There's a little left.

Maybe enough.

What?

They're gone.
We're too late.

-Oh, Belfort.

I'm so sorry about all this.

-It's all my fault.

I was unable
to help them. I'm...

I really am incapable.

-Oh, Belfort, what a disaster!

What's this?

Reminds me of grass?

Grass!

Yes, you need to purge.

There's not
enough for all three of us.

Guards, bring in grass,

fast!

-Grass?
-Yes, grass, and hurry!

Eat, my pretties,

it will do you good.

You have to eat, it's the only way.

-Oh, wonderful!

-Thank you, son.

-Maybe you're not so incapable...

-I found this remedy
thanks to my friend Lupin.

-The King!

-Oh? Your Majesty, I regret to inform you
that the dogs will not be able to

accompany you.

-What's happened to them?

-I don't know, but they're
are in the process of purging.

And before long,
they'll be fine.

-Let them rest.

Mr Bazire, take good care of them.

-The hunt is off.

All's well, my faithful Belfort,
don't worry.

I'm sure your family
will soon be well again.

In the meantime, how about a little cookie?

Would you like another?

-Already?

Here you go, you big eater.

-Thanks, Lupin.

My family's never been
been nice to you.

But you helped them.

I'll never forget that.

Thank you!

-Well... You'd have done the same for me.

-But, one thing's for sure,

we won't be eating chocolate again, ever.

-Oh, ah... What is called
this super tasty and pretty thing?

-It's a cookie. The royal
baker makes them for my family.

It's crunchy, sweet, and...

-Yeah, it's not bad.

-Pretty good?

You're incorri...

I'd like to try the chocolate.
The Queen loves it.

-She wants nothing more than that. I must have
prepared eight cups since this morning.

-Which goes to show, she likes it.

-In Louis XIV's time, the royal kitchens had to

feed the thousands of people who lived in the castle.

The cocoa beans used to make chocolate are

rare in Europe because they come from the Americas.

The Spanish conquistadors brought

them from South America to Europe.

The 1st to taste it was Anne of Austria,

mother of Louis XIV, at the Spanish court.

Hot chocolate became a
fashionable drink at Versailles.

So much so that the Queen of
France drank four to five cups a day.

But you mustn't give chocolate to dogs.

It's very bad for them. The
Sun King understood this.

He would give his favorite dogs cookies.

Cookies prepared for them in the kitchens.