Ariane's crime
-Belfort, what a mess you got us into?
-My dear Lupin, you won't believe your nose.
Your nostrils are about to have a...
fabulous experience! -Oh...
I don't feel right about this. -Oh!
There they are!
-Her Majesty the Queen!
-Oh, it's about to start! -Oh...
-Your Majesty.
-Mr. Martial.
-I am honored to present my creations to you,
your Majesty.
-So there, prepare your nostrils!
Lupin, meet the most talented perfumer
in Paris!
-Why do you care,
since you don't smell anything? -Precisely, my dear Lupin,
you're going to be my sense of smell.
Oh... (Hush!) -Hm?
-I named this one "Spring at Versailles".
-Oh, how wonderful!
-Oh?
Berk.
-I'm listening. Tell me what you smell.
-It smells really strong, like a huge flower bouquet
that smells super... strong.
-I mean, make an effort. Be more specific.
-Well, it stinks like lavender and it stinks
like rose, it stinks like orange blossom...
All at the same time. Ugh! It's hurting my nose!
-What do you mean?
-In case you haven't noticed...
some of us are trying to take a nap here. Hm!
-Oh, no, no, no!
-Perfect, finally a little silence.
Hm...
-What right have you to enter my queen's office?
-Everything's fine, I'm just looking to finish my nap.
You may go.
-My mistress's office is not an inn.
Cats shed. You're going to put fur on that seat!
-I don't shed, Mr. cranky old feathery!
-That's it, you are insulting me? Nobody talks to me like that!
-Mr Chevalier, it's not wise
when I haven't had enough sleep!
-What's going on? -I'll find out, Majesty.
-The cat was meowing loudly!
-Ariane wasn't alone, I heard Chevalier.
-Oh!
-Huh?
Oh...
-Oh!
-Oh! Oh, no! But that's impossible!
-It's possible and I think... Yes, my dear.
-It was too late, your Majesty.
All that remained of this poor Chevalier but a lonely feather.
-How could Ariane... -How could what? Eat him?
-Bontemps, for daring attacking my dear parrot,
I order that cruel cat to be banished from the castle!
-Oh?
-Very well, Your Majesty.
-Hum?
-It's a misunderstanding! We need to talk to Ariane.
Ariane, what's gotten into you?
-Does it taste like chicken?
-Belfort, Lupin, I never touched Chevalier.
We had a fight... and he flew out the window!
That would mean you are falsely accused.
-I'm afraid so.
And my master Mr. Vauban is out of town and can't help me.
I'm going to be banished even if i'm innocent.
-I never thought I'd say this, but we'll help you, cat.
-Yes, my dear Lupin. Don't worry, Ariane.
We're going to find Chevalier and prove your innocence.
-Thank you, my friends.
-But we don't know where that grump has gone to sulk.
-And yet, time is running out.
Oh, I know!
Use your nose to track him down!
-I don't see why not.
I need to smell something with Chevalier's scent.
-Hm... Oh! The feather!
-Hum?
-Chevalier lost a feather in the Queen's office!
-Not a minute to lose! Come on, Lupin!
Here comes Bazire!
-Oh no, not him!
-Quick, this way!
-Oh, boy!
-Mr Martial, if possible, and without
wishing to disturb you... -Please, dear Bazire.
How may I help you? -(Come on!)
-How can I put this?
I need a favor.
I need a perfume so strong that it could...
Cover this smell.
-Hm? Oh!
-Argh! Ugh!
-Lupin!
Oh!
-What an infection! -Here.
-My poor Bazire, how long has it been since you've washed your feet?
-Er...
-Oh!
Lupin, answer me!
Tell me something!
Come on, get up!
-I don't believe it!
I've never smelt anything worse in my life.
-Right now, I'm glad that my nose is numb.
-You said it! Let's get a move on!
So where's the feather? Ah! There you are!
Over here, piece of bird!
Oh, no! Oh, no!
-Lupin! -Oh?
-Lupin! Are you all right? -Not good. I missed the feather.
Look at this.
-The garden cheers me up.
-Uh-oh!
Help me out of here, quick!
Thank you for your help. -You're welcome!
-How can I cover up this horror?
But it's a wolf!
Bontemps! Bontemps!
-This cat must leave Versailles.
By order of the Queen.
-Bontemps, I have a request to make!
Er... Have you ever come across wolves in the castle?
-I didn't think that cat was so cruel.
-Nor did I.
Horribly cruel. -Terribly!
-How aggressive! -Animals...
-Oh... Oh... Ouch !
Huh?
-Oh dear!
-Tough feather.
-Watch out! -Bazire!
What are you doing in the kitchen?
-M. Bontemps, I was just looking for a bar of soap.
-Hm...
Here you are. -Well, thank you, Mr. Bontemps.
Have a nice day!
-Oh là là!
It'll lose its smell in water!
OK, I've got it!
-You're wonderful, my dear Lupin.
-Argh! Hm...
-Lupin! What's the matter?
Answer me!
-I rub, but still, it stinks,
will the smell go away? -Bazire!
Hum...
Don't worry, Lupin, I'll save you!
-Oh... I saw a big light.
-Bazire again.
Let's go, we're running out of time. We must find Chevalier.
-Hm...
This is it.
The trail ends here.
-There he is!
-Isn't this the most delicate fragrance?
-Hello, how are you up there?
-Fine, thanks.
I'd like to be intoxicated with the scent of orange trees alone!
-Chevalier, you must go back to the queen!
-She thinks Ariane ate you.
-Don't ever speak to me of this despicable creature!
-But Her Majesty needs to know that
you're alive, or Ariane will be banished!
-For the last time, I don't give a
damn what happens to that brat!
So please, leave me alone!
-We've got to convince him to see the queen.
-In any case, he doesn't like Ariane.
-Actually, Chevalier doesn't like anything.
-Except orange blossom, apparently.
-Exactly, my dear Lupin!
We could lure him to the Queen office with the orange blossoms!
-Good idea! The trouble is,
he's bathing right now in the middle of it.
It would take a huge flower to get him out.
-I know!
You said the perfumer's
bottle smelled strong, like a huge bouquet.
-The stinky stuff?
-To each his own taste.
Mr Martial does have orange blossom essence.
Chevalier won't be able to resist it.
-It won't smell strong enough, Belfort.
-We have to try.
-Belfort, Lupin, hurry up.
-Mr. Martial, we have visited the entire château.
For the 100th time: there are no wolves here.
All the same, mister, this is Versailles!
-Let's take one last look around.
Just to be sure.
"Ro... marin".
-Faster! -I'd like to see you there!
It's hard enough to decipher human handwriting, but
when it's so badly written... -I'll give you a paw!
Oops!
-Lupin!
-No worries! Let's switch to the Lupin method.
No.
Next one.
Nope.
-I was sure I'd seen the wolf around here.
A real wolf, with real teeth.
-That's another no.
-Oh, dear!
What happened here?
What happened to my flasks?
My violet!
-Lupin, we've got to get him out of here! It's for Ariane!
-I hate to do this, and you know it.
Okay, I'm going! Focus...
Boo. -Oh!
Somebody help! Wolf! Bontemps!
-Let's get to work.
Orange blossom! Bingo!
Ugh! It's so strong, I'm going to cry!
-Is this the famous
wolf you saw?
-I don't understand. It was right there!
A shaggy, ferocious beast ready to pounce on me!
-Come on, then. Would you like some tea?
Or some glasses. -But Bontemps, I...
-Ah! One down! Next!
-The bottle!
No !
Wake up, we've got to keep going!
-Argh...
It smells so weird! Like foot flowers.
-Let's hope this works.
-I'm not touching that thing! -I'll take care of it.
-Watch out!
-Oh no... Where is it? What a nightmare!
-I hope the smell of Bazire's feet doesn't spoil everything.
-Oh! What the... What a marvel!
The scent of orange blossom mixed
with a little something.
An incredible "i don't know what"!
-Wow, he seems to like it. -Let's make the most of it.
-How do you do it?
-At this hour, the Queen is in the groves.
Come this way!
We're almost there! -Coachman!
This cat must leave Versailles, Queen's orders.
-Oh! Ariane!
Oh...
-Let's go Belfort! We still have time.
The bird doesn't suspect a thing. -How dare you?
Have you played me? And for that brat, Ariane!
-Have you finished?
I'm fed up with the parrot who's skimming off the top!
You're a turkey!
-Well said, Lupin!
A cruel, mean-spirited, narrow-minded turkey
who lets an innocent animal wrongly convicted!
And your name is Chevalier! Note: The litteral translation of the parrot's name "Chevalier" is "Knight".
-I see! If you take it like that...
-Allez, hue! Yah! -OH!
-Oh, no!
Ariane!
-Chevalier! Here you are again! Oh, how happy I am!
-My queen! My queen! -You look so well!
But if you're here... Oh! Bontemps, that cat was innocent!
-It would
seem so.
But it's certainly far from Versailles by now.
-Oh!
Ariane! We're going to get you out!
-Are you afraid of horses?
-Coachman!
Wait! Wait!
-Lupin, go. Our mission is accomplished, Ariane is saved.
-A wolf? -You're not getting into this!
This is Belfort, His Majesty's dog.
-I never would have believed it, but you saved me.
Thank you, my friends.
Without you, I'd be saying my farewell to Versailles.
-Come on, Ariane. You would have done the same for us.
-You're welcome, cat.
-I just... Well... What can I say?
Apologize, Ariane.
I should have intervened earlier on your behalf.
-No hard feelings, M. Chevalier.
At least... for today.
-Oh, eh?
-My dear Lupin, in the end, all's well that ends well.
Oh, but...
I can't believe it!
We still haven't smelled the perfume designed for the Queen.
-Without me, Belfort.
I've had my dose of perfume for the rest of my life!
-I mean, what? A shoe, it doesn't just disappear!
Where did it go? Oh...
At the castle court, hygiene wasn't what it is today.
We thought water was a carrier of disease.
So we washed without water, with highly perfumed products.
We used a lot of perfume to cover
bad odors, specially because toilets with a flush didn't exist.
And some visitors would do their needs in the corridors.
We'll call Versailles "the perfumed court".
We wore
scented gloves and fans to diffuse your perfume
and mark your presence in the entire room.
As Louis XIV got older, he no longer tolerated excessive perfume,
and preferred light scents, like orange blossom water,
prepared thanks to the Versailles orangery.