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.