01x20 - Autruches en cavale

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Ostrich on the run!

- Greetings, Mrs Rosa.

- Greetings, Mrs. Rosa.

- Mrs. Dubec, Mrs. Debuc, good morning.

- Did you sleep well?
It was a cool night, wasn't it?

- Don't mention it!
Alas, autumn will soon be upon us.

Oh, it makes me miss the mild climate
of Portugal.

Nothing compared to the temperatures here.

- Fortunately, we have feathers.

- Fortunately, we have feathers.

- Holy mackerel!

The day has just begun

and he's already disappeared.
Oh, that doggie!

Belfort!

One day, I'll turn him into a rug.

Belfort!

Mr. Binet.

- Oh, Bazire.
My nerves are on edge.

The king wants a new hat.

Do you know what that means?

- Uh, well, you're the king's hatter, sir.

That's your job.

- Yes, of course,
but His Majesty requires a hat

absolutely original,

for this afternoon, of course,
and I've run out of inspiration.

- Oh, you poor thing, I
wouldn't like to be in your shoes.

- By the muses of fashion!

Here it is,

the inspiration.

This feather will look
great on the King's hat.

- Bazire, stop hopping around like that.

- What a marvel!

Thank you, Bazire.

Work calls.

- Misery of misery!

If ostrich feathers become fashionable,

with my allergies,
I'm not done sneezing yet.

Belfort!

- You've had a wonderful idea.

This sun is delightful.

- We've got to enjoy it while we can.
Summer's coming to an end.

It's going to get cold.

- Your coat has thickened a lot.
You'll be well protected for winter.

It's Mrs Rosa.

- Don't worry.

She must have stepped on
her own trunk. She'll be fine.

- I don't like it.

We'd better go.

Come on, let's go!

- Yeah, I'm coming.

Goodbye sleeping late.

- At last, calm down!

- Mrs Rosa, what's going on?

- Oh! Belfort, and you...

It's a disaster.

The royal hatter is about to
present his latest creation to the king.

And...

it's a hat with an ostrich feather.

- SO WHAT?

- If the king likes the new hat,
the human court

will want to imitate him
and wear ostrich feathers.

- But where are they

going to find these feathers?

- We'll end up completely de-feathered.

- Oh, this is a nightmare!

- This is a nightmare.

- Come on, ladies, stop burying your heads
in the sand. It doesn't solve anything.

- It really sucks.
We live outside.

We don't have the heaters of the castle.
We need our feathers or our hair.

- Specially our ostriches from Africa.
They aren't used to the cold we have here.

- We have to act.
Without their feathers, they'll freeze.

- Lupin and I will help you.

- HMM! REALLY?

- Yes. Crack team reporting for duty.

- Thank you, Belfort, we accept your help.

Not the help from the wolf.

Well said.

- Ladies, this is non-negotiable.

You'll have to accept help from both of us
or do it on your own.

- WHAT?

- We agree.
- We accept.

- That's the spirit!
Well, how do we proceed?

- We can hide them somewhere.

- Great idea!

No ostrich, no ostrich feather.

- May fate be kind to you, my friends.

- Let's get moving.

- Yes, it's still mild.

- Welcome to the orangery.

There's plenty of sun
and trees to hide under.

We'll have to avoid the gardeners.

- Careful, now!

- Oh! Ouch.

- My dear, are you all right?

- Don't you have somewhere
less dangerous?

- The maze, guaranteed orange-free.

It's scary and you can get lost.
But...

- For sure, no one can find you.

No one, ever.

- ARE YOU KIDDING?

Ah, the cooler, small, cozy,
very well air-conditioned.

- Freezing!

- I'm freezing.

- The Grand Stables.

It's heated.

- I beg your pardon? What did you say?

- You can't hear yourself think
around here.

- It's going to be a long day.

The forest, quiet, airy,
with a nice height, under foliage.

- Much too gloomy.

- I admit, I'm of the same opinion.

- Even if we don't want to end up plucked,
there are limits to what we can tolerate.

- Is it that difficult to find
a suitable place?

We're not asking for the moon.

- AH! A WOLF! HELP!

- Come on!

Don't panic, it's Lupin.

He can't help screaming
as soon as he hears the word "moon".

Sorry, but I'm allergic.

- Not a sound, Mrs Debuc.

He can't see us.

- Sorry, but everyone can see you.

It's a lousy hiding place
because it's not a hiding place.

- No hiding place will ever do.

Come, dear friend,
let's go back to the menagerie.

It's hopeless.
- I agree.

The cold of winter will make us freeze
on the spot since such is our destiny.

- They are really bird-brained.
- You're right, Lupin.

But they don't deserve to end up plucked.

- No, nobody deserves that,

but our hiding places are not bad,
they could make an effort.

- Like me, the animals in the menagerie

are used to a certain comfort of life.
I wonder if...

- Are you thinking about the castle?

- Yes, I am.

With the last fine days, the whole
court is enjoying the gardens.

The library is deserted.

It's the perfect hiding place for you.

- OH, GREAT, LET'S GO!

- Are we almost there?
- Yes, we are. Follow me.

- They waxed the floors.

- This place is really up to our standards.

Isn't it?

- Ah yes, it's lovely.

- Someone's coming this way.
Hide!

- Head in the sand.

Well done, my dear Binet!
In French "Chapeau" as two meaning: "Hat" and "Hats off to" or "Well done"

My respects, ladies.

I've outdone myself again, really.

- Oh, this is perfect.

We'll be fine.

Oh, hello, ladies.

- Pleased to meet you.

- What beautiful plumage you have.

- Ladies, I'm sorry, but
the library's that way.

We are almost there.
This way, please.

- Not so fast, Belfort.

Come, we've just arrived.

- Let's have a little chat with
our distinguished new friends.

- I'm Mrs. Dubec.
And this is my dear friend, Mme Debuc.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Who's the craziest one?

- Ladies, we need to get to the library.
It's not safe here.

- Belfort, well, don't
be so impatient, it's impolite.

I beg your pardon, he's
forgetting his manners.

- She's the queen of the mad.

- What do we have here?
Belfort, your little escapade is over!

I've got you now.

- Let's move!

Quickly!

- Goodbye, my dear. Nice to meet you.

- Guards!

Turn around!

Lupin!
- Ha! Did you see that?

Not bad, eh?

- Come this way.

- Get me the hell out of here!

- That was a close one.

- Oh my! The King's bedroom!
We mustn't stay here.

- Let us catch our breath.

- No, please, don't!

Careful!

- SORRY.

- What's that racket?

Guards!

- I'm afraid we've failed.

The ostriches will end up plucked.

- Your beloved master wants a
new hat and we're plucking ostriches.

Nonsense.

- It's not the King's fault.

As soon as he gets new clothes, the court
does everything it can to dress like him.

- But why do they do that?
May we ask?

- I confess I don't know.

But Lupin,
why don't we go and see Gazette?

- Good idea.

If anyone knows humans,
it's her.

- She'll surely give us the means
to save the feathers of our friends .

- Now that's what we call "fashion".

The king changes clothes according
to his activities and moods...

sometimes several times a day.

The courtiers want to do what he does,
because he's the king.

One day we like ribbons, the next flowers,
and the after that feathers.

- OK. And does it ever stop?

- No, it never stops.

- Good. In any case, one thing is certain,
my master decides on fashion.

So to keep ostrich feathers
out of fashion...

- We have to stop Mr. Binet from
presenting him with his new hat.

- You read my mind.

- It's finally done!

Magnificent, a marvel.

- How do we get the feather back?

- Don't worry, I'll manage.
- No, Lupin.

We've already alerted the
humans. Let's keep a low profile.

- What do you suggest?
- Uh, just a second.

- The bichon tactic?

- No, I prefer
the bulldog tactic.

Oh, bravo, Gazette!

- My pleasure friends.

Well, the Queen's having a tea party
and I don't want to miss it.

- Mission accomplished,
we can get out of here.

- How?

I could have sworn...

Luckily, I've got a few feathers to spare.

Well, let's take it to the king.

- Yes, of course, that
would have been too simple.

In the sedan chair.
Over there!

- Ladies, I don't understand,

Belfort, watch out!

- We've had enough.

We're going back to Africa.

- Please, come back here!

- Here, we'll end up plucked and frozen.

- Ladies, it's not reasonable.

- You don't even know where Africa is.

- The wolf has a point.

- Well, fine, we'll stay.

- Oh, ladies, don't you
dare frighten me again.

What would become of me without my friends?

- Sorry to interrupt,
but there's an emergency.

M. Binet will present his
hat to Louis, my master.

Charge!

- And charge!

No! Not the king's hat!

- I've got the feather!

- My feather.

Come back here, pachyderm!

- I've got it, I've got the feather.

- Mrs Rosa!
- Look, I've got it.

- Watch out!

- I've got ...

Thank you, my friends.

Much obliged.

- The feather, where is it ?

- No...

- I've got the feather!

- No...

All is lost.

- Better give up.

- Giving up is chicken behaviour,
and you're no chickens.

Come on!

He went that way.

- M. Binet, excellent work!
This hat is very elegant.

That ostrich feather
is a very original idea.

- Quite ravishing.

- The king is right, nice hat.

- I love the ostrich feather.

- It's a marvel.

- It's a sad day, my dear Lupin.

I feel sorry for our ostrich
friends, and even for Bazire.

Feathers make him sneeze.

- Is he allergic to them?
Like me to the word...

- Yes, that's it.
That's exactly it, yes!

- Do you have the same idea?

- If you have the same
idea I have, then yes!

- It's up to you.

- I want the same hat as His Majesty.

- Well, Belfort, the ostrich feather
is bothering your pretty nose.

Are you allergic to it?

M. Binet,

for the sake of my dear Belfort,
you'll have to come up with another idea.

- Very well, Your Majesty.

- I would never have had such an
adventure at the Portuguese court.

- Ostrich feathers will
never be fashionable here.

- Thanks to you, dear Belfort.

- Yes, but you're forgetting someone else.

- Thank you to.

- You've impressed me.

Ostriches are never nice to you.

Yet you've helped them,
and that's noble of you.

- You and I, when someone needs help,
we help, and that's it.

- Exactly, my dear Lupin. And that's why

we make such a good team, you and I .

- A feather on your collar would look nice.

- In the time of the Sun King, Versaille's
fashion was magnificent and sumptuous,

influenced the whole of Europe.

The dresses of women living at court were
covered with jewels and precious stones,

and required up to 25 meters of fabric.
Note: 25 meters = 82 feet

Men, on the other hand, wore
shirts and vests,

breeches, which are knee-length pants,
and a jacket.

Fashions changed often,
and to gain royal favors,

you had to be fashionable,
and buy new clothes,

and accessories:
ribbons, jewelry, wigs, shoes and hats.

All this was expensive,
and some people accumulated colossal debts.

Louis XIV was a shrewd man.
He preferred that his courtiers spend

their fortunes in fashion rather
than plotting behind his back.