The wig house
Hours looking for him everywhere!
We are late for grooming!
But his Majesty Belfort prefers to slip through my fingers!
I can't take it anymore!
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 there. Not there either. How about there?
-M. Binet, what's the matter with you?
-Gone! Gone!
-Really? You also lost something?
-Yes! The Queen's wig is gone!
-We've lost a royal dog, then a royal wig...
If even wigs disappear...
-It's a disaster! The Queen wants to
wear it this afternoon to pose for a painting!
-We're going to find her, M. Binet.
-Thank you, Mr. Binet. But keep a low profile. My survival depends on it!
The queen mustn't know
that her wig has disappeared! -I'll keep it a secret!
Belfort!
-The coast is clear. Bazire is gone!
-Woh...
-My dear Lupin, be discreet.
If anyone were to see you here, it would go very badly.
-It's not my fault, your forest cut into pieces, it's slippery.
-Let's get on with it. Your surprise awaits!
-Oh! I love surprises!
-My dear Lupin, hang on to
your ears because I'm going
to show you the joys of grooming!
-Euh... OK. -I knew you'd like it!
These are the
brushes Bazire uses to groom our coats!
So... don't move!
-Don't move what? No!
-Just let it happen!
-Wait 2 seconds, Belfort! We can maybe negotiate!
Stop that!
No!
Belfort! There's Gazette! -Belfort! Lupin!
Please help me.
-Gazette? What's wrong? What's going on?
-It's my house, it's gone.
-What? But a house, it doesn't just disappear!
-My home, is the Queen's wig.
And it's nowhere to be found, I'm so sad!
-Poor Gazette, this is unfortunate. To lose one's home is horrible.
I'd be upset if I couldn't live in the castle any more.
-Well... It's not that important.
I've got a good life and I don't have a house.
You can come 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 inside, like we have.
Gazette, you can stay and live in the dog room.
I can share my cushion.
-Belfort, Lupin, follow me.
-Uh... Yeah, it's the queen.
What's up with that?
-Look closer. Closer still.
-Er... Gazette, I can't see... Oh!
Yes, I can!
Gazette, is that you?
-Yes, when I was a child.
My parents built our nest with their paws.
I was born there and I've always lived there.
I have so many happy memories there.
This nest, my home, It's everything to me.
I can't move out, and just leave it.
Can't you see?
-Yes, I do. A family home,
it's unique.
-Don't worry, Gazette!
We'll find it, your wig house. Won't we?
-Yes, my dear Lupin. On our way to the Queen's study.
-Oh no, the parquet floor! I'm going to... -Oh no, no... Lupin.
Tane and Ponne.
-Look, Ponne. Our useless brother and his useless friend!
-Go away with your fur! You don't belong here.
-Ponne, Tane, we're just passing through.
Gazette needs us...
-Shut up, I'm not in the mood. I'm sick of hearing your voice!
Get out of here.
-Hum?
-Are they sick?
They've hardly been mean.
-Maybe they've become sympathetic.
-NO! -Belfort !
-Here's Bazire! -This way!
The coast is clear.
-The wig was there, on this wooden head.
Oh! It's a ribbon that decorated the wig!
-Fortune smiles on us at last!
Sniff it, my dear Lupin, and we'll be on our way!
Come on, dear Lupin. -Er... No, don't count on it.
There's too much perfume in this castle, it makes me puke!
-You know, Gazette, my truffle doesn't work.
But Lupin's is infallible!
Or so I thought.
Alas, we have to fend
for ourselves, dear Gazette.
So, despite our weaknesses, let's go and find your home.
Unfortunately, I can't sniff out the slightest scent!
If only someone could give us a paw...
-It's okay, don't tire yourself out.
Gazette, I'm doing it because it's you.
Oh, man! So much perfume!
I'm gonna... I'm gonna puke.
Oh... It's okay, don't worry. False alarm.
-Decidedly, hounds and wolves,
have no sense of observation.
-Hello, Ariane. -Good morning, Gazette.
-Good morning, Ariane. -Hi, cat.
-Dogs and wolves are inferior here's the proof.
None of you have noticed that something
else has disappeared from this room.
-Well... Well, yes!
Er... No. -Oh!
Chevalier!
-Yes, Ariane's right.
The queen's parrot is not here. Where did it go?
-Clearly, the parrot stole the wig.
-He hates it that a mouse lives in the Queen's wig.
He's told me so many times. But would he dare?
-A grump who hates everyone but himself?
Hum, let me think.
-Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions.
There's no evidence that... Someone is coming!
-Again? Don't they have anything else to do?
-What's that?
Oh, a ribbon! Wonderful!
-This guy is up to something.
-It's M. Binet, the royal wigmaker.
-Come, we'll follow him.
-Oh... What amateurs. I'll have to help them.
Again.
Oops!
-He dares to enter my master's house!
-Weird, weird, weird. -How strange.
-A little more...
A tiny bit...
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
-A funny look, but what panache!
-Mme de La Fayette, your hair is exquisite!
Almost perfect!
Except for these strands.
May I?
-Of course, M. Binet.
Where was I ? So I said two bears were introduced into the apartments
newly renovated by Mme de Fontanges.
The two bears devastated everything!
-All done. Have a nice day! Good day, Mr. Binet.
-It's all there! Well, carry on, my good man.
Perfect!
-Gazette, look!
Your house was in the wigmaker's apartments.
-Problem solved!
-That's not my house. It looks like it, but it's not my house.
-Poor me!
Still no sign of Belfort!
And still no wig, M. Binet.
-No need to look for the wig, my friend!
I've made a
perfect copy.
-A COPY? -Oh, a copy?
How clever you are!
If I could make a copy of Belfort...
-I won't see my home again.
-Gazette, wait!
-Cheer up, we'll find it. -No, we won't.
It's hopeless.
-Let's not give up!
We haven't said our last word.
Following the wigmaker wasn't a good idea.
-That's for sure!
With the superior brain of a cat,
you wouldn't have followed Mr. Binet,
you'd have tracked down the parrot.
-Of course!
-Like always.
-Okay, we get it.
-Gazette, we're going find your house, I promise.
Ariane,
Lupin, let's go!
-My dear Bazire, what do you think of curlers?
-Thank you. The curlers are essential.
I use them on Belfort for the volume of his royal ears.
-Essential, yes!
No curlers, no copy of the wig!
The Queen won't believe it!
-He must have gone for a walk.
-Not possible. Chevalier isn't the type to wander off on his own.
-True enough.
Chevalier prefers to spend his days here grumbling.
But where is he?
-Harpsichords don't play alone.
-You'll never get me!
-Tell the truth. What did did you do with the wig?
-What? What?
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. -Same thing. Admit it!
-It's none of your business, you miserable timber wolf.
Leave, you have no business here,
in my mistress's boudoir! -Let me handle it.
Listen, Chevalier, you should confess.
Otherwise, my friend Lupin will use less civilized methods.
-What?! I wouldn't hurt a fly!
I'm a civilized wolf!
-I know that, but Chevalier doesn't.
-Chevalier...
-Ah, all right! All right, I'll confess everything.
I'll tell you everything. -We're good!
-This morning,
I was sleeping on my perch,
when Tane and Ponne came in.
-STAND UP!
-Oh no, the queen's wig! You'll pay dearly for that!
-We won't, no one will dare accuse us.
-Er... Tane?
There's our pawprints.
Oh no, what have we done? -The Queen is going to be very upset.
-And Mother! Mother is going to be very angry.
-Ponne, we have no choice. We have to make her disappear.
As for you, Mr
Chevalier, you're going
to keep your beak shut tight!
-Head for the forest.
-No time to lose, my dear Lupin.
We must find my sisters. -Oh, what joy...
-What a lovely day!
-Hm!
-They've come this way.
-Well, nature's 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're helping her to get her back.
You're a valuable person.
-Yeah, you know...
Well... If Gazette loves her house so much, it's...
for the memories of her family.
If I had any memories of my family,
even one, I wouldn't want to lose that either.
Oh... Gazette needs to find her home.
The wig is what's left of her parents.
-Oh dear, all that pollen!
-That's it!
Neither seen nor known! -No one will suspect us.
-We know what you've done, snakes!
-Hand over the wig and we'll forget the whole thing.
-NEVER!
-Impressive authority.
They go too fast!
-Of course we are!
-Hey! This way.
-What? They went that way! -Trust me on this!
-We lost them. -In your dreams!
Ah-ah!
-Ponne!
Catch! -Ponne, spit out the wig!
-NO!
-Oh là là...
The Gazette's house looks like a mop.
-A mop that tastes of coffee and slime.
-Poor Gazette.
-Oh, dear.
-Gazette, we're so sorry. Your home is...
-Destroyed!
I recognize the balcony.
Well, what's left of it.
-Maybe we can something.
We can start by fixing her hair.
-It's a waste of time.
-No. Lupin's right! We've got to try.
Where do we start?
We need an expert, we can't make the situation worse.
-Yeah, well, right now, it could hardly be worse.
-Let's see...
When my family and I
return from a day in the woods, in a terrible state,
Bazire always starts with... this!
-A disaster, 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 be condemned to the galleys
for deceiving the Queen in such a sordid manner!
-Yes, that's for sure.
-(Hey, Belfort! Are you thinking what I'm thinking?)
-(Absolutely. That's why we're we're a good team.)
(Gazette!)
(I'll take this wig to the wigmaker.)
-(But the humans will hold you responsible!)
-(I know, but it's the only way.)
-Oh...
-Belfort! Where have you been?
I've been looking for you all over the castle!
-But...
Oh, yes! The queen's wig!
Bad dog, what have you done? She's ruined!
And so am I.
-M. Binet, if you don't mind, allow me to interrupt you
I think I've been through a lot worse.
Perhaps I can help you.
There you go!
How about that? -My dear Bazire!
You're fabulous! -Come on, Mr. Binet!
Behave yourself!
This is Versailles, at last! -What talent in those
delicate fingers, Bazire! Thank you, I owe you one.
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, no disappearing!
Do I make myself clear?
-Oh! My house! It's saved!
Thank you, Belfort and Lupin!
-My pleasure, Gazette. -Yes, my friend.
Oh... Wow... What a day! Right, Belfort?
-You don't say, Lupin. Well...
We'll be able to pick up where we left off.
What do you think?
-Ah... OK. But open your royal ears.
This is the first and last time.
-Of course it is.
-There we are.
Everything's back to normal. Phew!
And now.., let's go get the Queen.
-Oh...
Ah, at last!
I'm going home.
-Mr Chevalier,
is the Queen very upset?
-Hm, she's mad as hell!
Stay hidden for another day or two.
Or three!
-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, well... Depends on your taste...
-Take a closer look!
-Oh! Gazette! You're on the painting!
-Yes!! -Magnificent!
-Thanks to you, I've got my house back.
-What's it like, to live in hair?
-Too tidy for you.
At the age of 20, King Louis XIV is afflicted with a serious
illness, called typhus, which causes him to lose his hair.
The king decides to wear wigs
and the courtiers hurry to imitate it.
The wig craze is born.
The king made Benoît Binet his royal wigmaker.
He creates the office of wigs, at Versailles
A room dedicated to the king's hair.
Despite care, the wigs housed little pests,
like lice, spiders or even mice.
Mr. Binet creates
wigs, increasingly imposing and extravagant,
so much so that his name gives rise to the expression:
"to have a funny face".