Starz on the Set: A Look Behind the Smurfs 3D

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There is a place.

A place that knows no sadness.

Where even feeling blue is a happy thing.

A place inhabited by little blue beings

three apples high.

It lies deep in an enchanted forest,

hidden away beyond a medieval village.

Most people believe this place is made up,

only to be found in books

or in children's imaginations.

Well, we beg to differ.

Yeah! Come on, Farmer!

I'm going in!

All right, Greedy, I'm gonna race you!

Yes!

Whoa, golly! Farm boys love to fly!

Oh, yeah! So excited!

Now you see us, now you don't!

Three, two, one. Yeah!

Yeah! I love smurf berries! Hey, hey!

The blue ones are mine!

Oh, no! I'm late for rehearsal! I am so late!

In Smurf village, each and every Smurf

plays their own special pad.

- Whoa, Nellie!

- Sorry, Handy!

No problem, Clumsy. You keep me employed!

Which gives the Smurfs a sense of harmony.

- Hey, Baker! Nice pies!

- No worries, Clumsy.

- And tranquility.

- Great sign, guys!

- Whether it's Handy Smurf the builder

- I can't stay. Rehearsal time!

- Baker Smurf.

- Hey, Narrator Smurf!

Hello, Clumsy! Just rehearsing the intro

for the Blue Moon Festival!

- Pizza!

- Pardon me! Pardon me! Hey, Chef Smurf!

Clumsy! Help!

I just invented frozen pizzas! Genius!

Smurf on the loose!

- Hey, Clumsy.

- Hey, guys!

- Hi, Jokey!

- Hi, Clumsy.

Who's clumsy now, huh?

Hey, what do you get when you cross

a Smurf with a cow?

Blue cheese! I got you a present.

No, thanks, Jokey. I'm late for rehearsal!

But, wait! I...

Hey, Grouchy. Hey, Gutsy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll, sailor.

Hey, wait, wait. Isn't that the rehearsal

for the Blue Moon Festival?

What can I say, Clumsy?

You're not on the list.

Grouchy, it's right there.

Right. Under "Do not let in Clumsy."

Clearly you two

lack the verbal skills required

- to explain this predicament succinctly.

- Hey!

- Here we go.

- You see, Clumsy,

the other Smurfs don't want to dance

with you for fear of what are politely called

"fractures."

How could anybody think that?

That's gonna leave a big blue bruise.

Wonderful! Beautiful! Marvelous.

Watch it, there!

Cut! Cut! Cut! It's a dance, not dominoes.

- A worry line!

- All right, don't get your petals in a twist.

As happy and as perfect

as life in Smurf village is,

even sunshine and butterflies

must have their dark clouds.

And for all Smurfs,

that dark cloud has one name.

Gargamel, the evil wizard.

La la la la la la

Sing a happy song

La la la la la la

This is so wrong

"I'm Papa Smurf.

"I'm the head of a small group of blue people

"and live in the forest

with 99 sons and one daughter.

"Nothing weird about that, no, no.

Totally normal."

"Oh, and I'm Smurfette.

And I think I'm so pretty.

"And I betrayed Gargamel,

and I don't even care.

"And everything is just

sunshine and rainbows."

But all of that is about to change.

I said, "All of that is about to change."

Azrael, that's your cue!

That's your cue to

pounce on the miserable beasts

in some kind of a rage-induced feline frenzy.

Yes, good. Yeah. More rage.

Hey, but don't go crazy.

These are the only puppets I have.

I am not obsessed with Smurfs, thank you.

I simply can't stop thinking about

the miserable beasts

every single minute of every single day.

'Cause I need them!

It is only by capturing the little wretches

and extracting their happy blue essence

that my magic will finally become...

Not infallible.

Invincible! Yes. Thank you.

I shall become the most powerful wizard

in all of the world.

Yeah, but you're milking it. Don't milk it.

"O great one?"

Yes, lying, deceptive,

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