01x07 - SOS: Swans in Distress

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SOS Swans in distress

-Oh, Belfort,
if you could smell this!

It's a pity
your nose doesn't work.

-I know, my dear Lupin.

I'm still going to enjoy
these superb brioches.

-Oh, no!

It's a disaster! You didn't think
to keep an egg for the king?

-You're the one who was supposed
to put an egg aside, not me.

-Brioches are heavenly.
-Yes, it's very tasty.

-Oh, you've got to be kidding me!
I told you to do it.

-Let's not make a big deal out of it!

-Reread: "Pyramid of greenery
crowned with a hard-boiled egg."

How are we going to do it,
without a hard-boiled egg?

-Oh là là!
Mr. Bontemps is going to be furious.

-How noisy they are!
We can't eat in peace.

-How about changing the menu?

-Change the menu? Change the...

Oh, no! This is
Versailles, I remind you.

Swans on the "Grand Canal"!
We'll use a swans egg.

That's it!
Bring me back a swan's egg.

Fast!
Take this basket.

-Oh, it's horrible!
We must warn the swans.

-Let's go.

-Rumor has it that the eggs will be
painted by Mr. Desportes this year.

-I can't wait to admire them.

-MARCEL!

-Who's calling me?
-I'm listening.

-Who's calling?

-I'd forgotten they're
all called Marcel.

-The situation is serious. A cook is coming
to steals one of your eggs.

-Misery!
-Somebody help!

-It's horrible!
-Let's hide the eggs!

-But... does anyone have an egg?

-I don't.
-I don't either.

-No, you don't.

-This is what a call a stroke of luck,
my friend.

-None of you are incubating eggs?

-Except Marcel and

Marcel, over there.

-Ah!

We've got to save that egg.

-Let's hide it before...

-Oh!

The cook! Let's buy you some time.
-Right you are.

Les Marcel!

Can you pretend you're incubating an egg?
To slow him down.

-Pretend incubating?
But we don't have an egg?

-Oh, yes, that's why
I said "pretend".

-Ah! Right!
-Clever!

-Mission incubating.

All in position! Fast!

-Ah... Here they are.

Pschitt! Come on, out of the way!

Move yourselves. Move it!

-Marcel!

-Oh! Belfort, Lupin,
how nice to see you.

-What brings you here?

-A cook has come to steal your egg.

-But that's terrible!

-Hide it, quick!

-I've got just the thing.

-There you are.

-Very nice. Thank you.

-Let's bury him.

That's what I do
to hide something.

-No, Lupin. An egg is fragile.

It has to stay in a nest.

-Let's move the whole nest, then.

Okay, no.

Not a good idea.
-What about the menagerie?

In the ostrich nest
or the pink flamingos?

-But the menagerie is too far
away. How would we get it there?

-We'd risk breaking it.

-We'd better hurry.
The cook won't be long.

-Oh... Still no egg!

-Hey, Belfort, are you
thinking what I'm thinking?

-Hi, Lupin!

-Shhh... I'm here incognito.

-Hi, Lupin.
-[You'll get me spotted.]

-Holy mackerel! Still nothing.

-[Psst! Marcel, tell your
buddies to pass me the basket.]

-Basket.
-Basket.

-Piano.
-Hm?

-And still no egg!

Hey! Give it back.
Give it back right now!

-Thanks, the Marcels.

See you at the menagerie.

-Fly. You'll be there in no time.

-Fly with the egg?

Oh, please! It's far too dangerous.

-That's true, it is. It could fall.

-Ok. On foot it will be. Let's get going.

-Oh là là...

-Not so fast, Marcel.

-Er...
-Are they serious?

That's their top speed?

-I'd like to see you
there, with webbed feet.

Breathe, Marcel. Just breathe.

-Please excuse me,

but at this rate,
the cook will steal your egg.

-Give us the basket, we will take it there!

Good idea, Lupin.

-They're right Marcel,

Let's entrust the little one to them.
It's our only hope.

Just be careful.
And don't forget to incubate him

as soon as you arrive.

We promise.

-No swan egg. That's impossible,

we are not changing the royal menu!

Ow! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Stop that!

Stop it, stupid birds!

-This egg is absolutely perfect!

To which
animal of high lineage does it belong to?

-Given its elegance,
it belongs to my home.

-My dear,

he needs a nest.

-Yes, it does need a nest.

-Yes, I suppose it does.
It is an egg, after all.

-Come on Ladies,

our nest would be much more suitable.

Yours is too big
for this little egg.

-Would you please to take it in
and incubate

it until its parents arrive?

-What are the Marcel's
doing? They're so slow.

-WHAT THE MARCEL'S?

-What?

BUT THAT'S AN INSULT!

-Eureka!

The birds of the menagerie
also lay eggs!

-Is that the Marcel's egg?

These animals of a rank
so inferior to our own?

-YES. VERY INFERIOR.

-Us, incubate this egg? Never.

They are not at all
of our world.

-What a bunch of snobs!

-You're right. They're too selfish.

I'm going to speak my mind.

-Belfort, Lupin! Here we are.

-Well, I thought we'd never make it.

-You've come this far on foot?

Why don't you fly?

-Well... Yes, that's true.
Why didn't we?

-We hadn't really
thought about it.

-Oh...

-Oh, my little precious!

We missed you so much.

-So where can we set up
to incubate it?

-Ah, er... Oh!

-Don't you have a heart?

If it were yours?

-Oh, Belfort, you're right.

It's all right. I'll cover it.

Beep, beep, beep...
-Ah!

-Beep, beep...

-Mrs Rosa! Mrs Rosa!

-Thank you, dear Mrs Rosa.

But the swans
will incubate it themselves.

ladies...

Would you lend them your nest?

-Mission accomplished.
You know what?

All this has made me hungry.

-Me too, my dear Lupin.

Let's go and see
if there's any brioche left.

-Sleep

sleepy shell,
little egg will fall asleep fast...

sleep

Shell

Do...

-Faster, gentlemen. Faster.

Put some more energy into it!

The hour of His Majesty's
dinner approaches.

-Victory!

I've found a swan's egg!

-Perfect!

Boil it and place it
at the top of the pyramid.

-Belfort, we have to act.

-I'll take care of it. There are
times you have to do it the hard way.

Hey, you!

Who's the good doggy for the cook?

-I would appreciate more speed in

following the daily protocol
of the kitchen.

-Yes, Mr. Bontemps. Of course.
-"Célérité", we are missing celery?

-My egg's gone!
There's a thief!

Oh, my swan egg!

-What's the meaning of
this? Pull yourself together.

In the face of such
incompetence, I'll take care of it.

Guards!

-It always works.
-The classic dog trick.

Where do we hide our egg?

In a bush?

-Find an egg

from any bird.

Find me one
for the king's supper.

-Good heavens! Hiding it in
the park is out of the question.

-Where, then?

-In the castle.
-I like that.

-My velvet cushion will
make a very cozy nest.

Phew!

-Are they waxing the floor before I come?

-Voilà. Magnificent!

You'll be impeccable
for the Easter ceremony.

Belfort is next.
As soon as I find him.

If I find him...

-[Oh, dear...]

This is a bad idea. My family's here.

Let's see Louis' room.

-It'll make a great hiding place.

-Where's that list?

The ceremony

is about to begin.

But why is this egg
in the king's bedroom?

-Yes, Mr. Bontemps?

-Take this egg to the kitchen.

-Right away, Mr. Bontemps.

-Where did His Majesty
put this list?

-My poor wrist...

Oh, no. One more...

My wrist hurts
from painting eggs.

Give it to so I can finish painting.

-No, Mr Desportes.
This egg isn't for you.

-Hm, hm! By order of
the king, all eggs are requisitioned

for the Easter egg ceremony.

-Each year Mr. Desportes is on edge.

-Asking me to paint eggs!

My poor little wrist...

Fortunately, it's over.

-Oh!
-Oh!

-What the hell?

-Oh, yes!

Every Easter, King Louis gives
painted eggs to his courtiers.

-What? Why does he do that?

-I don't know why.

Forget these customs and
help me find the Marcel's egg.

-A swan's egg has to be big.

It should be easy to spot it.

-I've got it!

-Hurry up, gentlemen.

It's time.

-Come.
-Let's not lose sight of it.

-Make way! Make way!

-These Easter
eggs are beautiful.

-The marquise of Sévigné.

-Happy Easter, Madame.
-Thank you, Your Majesty.

-Was it Marcel's egg?
Maybe we should follow her.

-I don't know.

-M. the marquis of Vauban.

-Vauban, happy Easter.

-Thank you, Your Majesty.

-Oh, what a huge egg!

I'll give it to one of
my most loyal servants.

As a reward for taking care of my dogs.

M. Bazire.

-Yes? Hum... Er...

Happy Easter, Bazire.

-Oh, thank you, Your Majesty.

-Dear Mother,
I feel like I'm dreaming.

today "The King..."

Oh... It would have been too beautiful
to be true. But what a lovely dream.

-Whew! The egg is saved.

-AH!

-Ah! Let's boil
the pot.

Belfort! Give me back that egg now!

-It's time for the king's meal.

-I still don't have an egg
at the top of the pyramid.

-What are you talking
about? I sent you one.

Didn't it arrive?

You don't... It's not important.

You've got 5 minutes to
get one on that pyramid.

You can't change the king's
menu on the fly. Oh, no, you don't!

This is Versailles, you see!

-Oh, we were so worried.

-Thank you, Belfort.
Thank you, Lupin.

You saved our family.
We'll never forget it.

-My friends, Louis is about
to sit down for dinner.

You have nothing more to fear.

Your egg is safe.

-Oh! It's hatching!

-What will its name be?

-MARCEL.

-A chocolate egg? How original.

I've never seen one before.
My compliments to the chef.

-What a day! I've grown
attached to this little egg.

Well, this little Marcel.

-His parents love him.

They'll take good care of him.

-He also has two guardian angels

who make a good team.
-Hm, hm.

-The tradition to offer decorated
eggs is thousands of years old.

Already under ancient Egypt.

The egg is a symbol of fertility
which is offered as a good luck charm.

At the Palace of Versailles,

the Sun King loved
this tradition very much.

Every year at Easter, he

himself offered to his courtiers,

eggs painted with gold foil.

The largest egg was given to someone

the king wanted to congratulate
or to thank.

It was an honor to receive it.

Nowadays, eggs we offer
are made of chocolate,

which wasn't the case at the time.

At the time, it was decorated hen's eggs.

But these eggs,
Louis XIV

did more than just offer them.
He loved to eat them, specially hard-boiled eggs.

Sometimes up to 8 a
day. A true royal glutton.