Family painting
-Diane, Tane, Ponne, Belfort.
Your royal pâté is served.
-HM?
-Enjoy your meal.
I must go, His Majesty has summoned me to his awakening.
-Children...
Please, behave yourself.
-I... Mother, I... Oh!
I'm so sorry.
-Belfort has no manners.
-Hm. Belfort is the shame of the family.
-I'm so sorry.
-Tane, Ponne, that's enough.
My son, finish your meal.
-You summoned me, Your Majesty?
-Bazire, make sure that my dogs
are perfectly groomed, today.
I have asked M. Desportes, our royal painter,
to paint the portrait of Diane and Belfort.
-Wonderful.
-Oh là là...
A portrait! What incredible news!
By Mr. Desportes himself... Diane! Belfort!
His Majesty wants a portrait of you.
My art of grooming will be admired in the future!
What an honor! I shudder.
I'll take these bowls back,
and come back to pamper you like never before!
Ouch!
I'm fine! -My children...
This is a great honor.
Belfort, please behave impeccably
and live up to this distinction.
-Belfort is not worthy to pose for a painting!
He has the sense of smell of a fish with a cold.
A slug as a better sense of direction.
-On top of that, a slimy slug.
-And he's a coward, that's scared of his shadow.
-It's all lies!
-Mother, he's a lousy dog. -Tane. Ponne.
Belfort is your brother. Show him more respect.
-Ben...
-Let's start,
Belfort.
-A painting of our incompetent brother?
The idea makes me want to vomit. -I'm retching.
But imagine if something were to prevent it?
-Like what? -I have an idea, trust me sis.
-Spotless coat.
Shiny, polished claws.
Sparkling royal medal.
Teeth brushing.
Show me your dazzling smile?
There you go! And the finishing touch...
Diane, your turn. Belfort, you're dismissed.
But don't get dirty, do you understand?
After you.
-Bazire has outdone himself. My medal is splendid.
It will look great on the painting.
-BOO!
-Give me back my necklace! No!
-Ponne, it's yours.
-Give it back!
Please.
Stop, please!
Give me back my necklace!
Tane! Ponne! Please, stop!
Come back here!
-Catch!
-If you want it, fetch it. -No!.
-Poor doggy...
-Misery, what have you done?
-Nice initiative, Ponne.
-I think so also.
-Ah! No, no, no...
But what a misfortune...
-Ah! Hello, Belfort.
What misfortune? -If you only knew!
My sisters threw my necklace and I have to pose for a painting commissioned
by my master, as soon as Bazire as finished grooming my mother.
It's imperative find my necklace! I can't pose without my necklace!
-Oh, relax. We'll find it, your necklace.
-Alas, it's lost in this forest, this jungle...
Oh... Gone forever! It's hopeless.
Oh?
-Isn't that a beautiful necklace?
-Oh, my necklace! Lupin... I don't know how to thank you.
-You don't have to. Come, I'll take you back to the castle.
So, your master commissioned a painting of you?
Wow!
-Yes, it's a great honor.
But my sisters don't think I'm worthy.
-You mean the royal snakes?
-Yes, that's right.
-Don't listen to them.
-Anyway, I hope I'm up to it.
-Hum?
Listen, buddy... -Lupin, look!
Aren't they wonderful?
Oh, my grooming!
That was close. -You look good with that cowlick.
Stylish. -Good heavens!
But what cowlick?
Oh, it's a disaster!
-Don't worry, my styling skills will fix it.
-Oh! -There, it's done.
-Lupin, you're amazing!
Hm?
-If you don't mind, cats know
more about grooming than wolves.
-Gna, gna, gna...
-Hold still.
-Gently.
-"Thank you, Ariane, for solving my problem once again."
"Without you, I was lost."
-Gna, gna, gna... Well, I liked it better before.
-It's perfect. Thank you so much! Bazire couldn't have done it better.
-What a waste to use those
wonderful colors to paint our incompetent brother!
-You're absolutely right.
-He's got his collar, I can't believe it!
-What! Oh!
There's no way I'm letting that good-for-nothing pose for this painting!
-He looks pale to me.
We're going to give a hard time. *Note: "en faire voir de toutes les couleurs" is a French expression. The litteral translation is "to make him see all the colors
Oh, poor Belfort...
He who was so happy to be in the painting...
-But in the end, the paint is on him.
Did you see that? I'm being ironic.
-Belfort? -Lupin!
Please...
Tell me it's nothing!
-Don't worry... It's really ugly.
-Oh! -Go back to see Bazire.
-No, I can't.
If you only knew how long it took him!
And he forbade me to get dirty.
And my mother... if I show up like this,
I'll disappoint her again.
-In that case.., there aren't 36 solutions.
-Take a bath? In here?
Have you lost your mind? It must be full of sludge, bugs...
-Is it good?
Hey, it worked! -I can hardly believe it.
It's a success! But now I'm soaked.
-Uh, well... Yeah.
-It'll take hours to dry!
-No, hang on, I think I've got an idea.
-Here we go again...
-Perfect, it's nap time.
If Your Majesty would be so kind to bring his nose over here.
-Don't call me that.
-What are you waiting for?
Bring your nose.
-And it's done.
Oh, it's perfect.
Let's not keep His Majesty's painter waiting.
-Thank you, my dear Lupin.
You've been a great help.
-That's what friends are for. Come on, get going.
-You're right about that, I must be expected.
-See you later, Belfort.
-Is Diane's grooming to your liking?
Or should I make some changes? -It's just fine.
Can you set her up here?
And what about the other dog?
-Belfort is obviously ready. He's just...
But where is he, exactly? Belfort?
I'll go and get it, I'll be right back.
Belfort!
-Tane, Ponne, don't just stand there and go get him, please.
-CERTAINLY, MOTHER.
-And can I do anything else for you while I'm at it? Bazire will find him on his own.
Well, maybe...
-Belfort?
Belfort!
My handsome?
Where are you...
Belfort!
-Come on, Belfort. You can do it.
-Ah, Belfort.
How proud you look! What impeccable grooming!
He's ready to pose. -If he's not late...
-Stay away from me. -Tane, you're right.
He's glowing.
Too bad he's a coward. -The king's favorite, really?
-Oh...
-A nobody.
-Stop it!
-When are you going to learn?
You don't deserve to be in that painting,
or wear that medal.
-Oh!
-You're a lousy dog.
Let me out of here! -Can you hear anything?
-Belfort! Where the hell are you?
Mr. Desportes can't wait.
This is Versailles!
Oh?
Ha ha!
Gotcha! Oh... Peasant!
Rascal! Rogue!
-Belfort!
Oh là là, but where did that dog go?
Belfort!
-Bazire looking for Belfort? It doesn't look good...
-At the bright spring *Note: "A la claire fontaine" is a french song
Going off on a walk
Huh?
Hold on! You forgot a trunk!
-On the Bridge of Avignon *Note: "Sur le pont d'Avignon" is a french song
On the Bridge of Avignon
-It's a real labyrinth!
How do I do to detect the smell of Belfort?
There are too many perfumes here!
-Mr. Sébastien!
-What's up? I'm busy. -M. Vauban is about to leave.
This trunk should be loaded onto his carriage.
-Oh!
Okay. This castle, really isn't my thing.
-Well, Lupin...
What an entrance!
Did M. Lully hire you for a ballet?
Oops. Oh...
-Ariane, I'm not here to read a book, Belfort could be danger.
-Huh? -Help me find him.
-But what are they doing?
-Help!
-I beg you...
-Help me!
-Can you hear that? That's Belfort's voice,
I'd put my money on it, that it's coming from in there.
Boo!
-AH! HELP!
-I'll get you out!
-Lupin? Ariane? Thank you, my friends.
-You're very welcome.
If it hadn't been for me, Lupin wouldn't have found you.
-Hurry, Belfort. No, my dear Lupin.
I don't want to pose anymore.
-What?
-I don't deserve this collar, Tane and Ponne are right.
I'm not worthy to be a royal dog.
I'm not worthy to be in a painting.
-Hum? -Oh...
-HM...
-What's wrong with your head? -Wake up.
Take a look at me.
I'll never live up to my
family's expectations. I'm a lousy dog.
-All right, listen.
Okay, you're not athletic. You've got no nose.
And you're afraid of just about everything.
But you've got one quality your family will never have.
You've got heart.
That's why your master loves you so much. So do I.
You're the most dignified dog I've ever known, buddy.
Belfort...
You must pose for this painting.
-OH!
-Oh!
-You're back?
-What's the matter with you people? Don't you have a life?
-Leave it, I'll take care of it.
-You're too lame to
deserve this portrait!
-I'm Belfort, son of Diane and dog of His Majesty!
-OH...
-OH?
-Admittedly, I'm not fast, strong, with scent, and with contempt for others...
But I'm going to pose for this portrait, commissioned by my master,
whether you like it or not.
-Yeah, all right!
-All right, then.
Make way.
-Mission accomplished.
-Oh!
Ah, there he is. Come on, let's get started.
-I was worried I wouldn't see you.
But here you are, radiant, elegant and with your nose held high.
-Thank you, Mother.
-Try to stay still.
We're about to make history.
-You don't belong in the castle. -Get lost, you good-for-nothing!
-I prefer to be a good-for-nothing than a serpent. Bye suckers.
-A what?
-At the bright spring Going off on a walk
-Boo.
-There is justice.
See you later, snakes.
-Majesty, I'm sorry to have lost Belfort.
Please forgive me.
I failed you.
I deserve the galleys.
I'm sorry to have lost... Belfort?
Oh...
-Well, what do you think?
-It's classy.
And a hell of resembling.
You're a real dog.
-If I'm on this painting, it's thanks to you.
-Belfort, if one day you still doubt yourself,
come take a look at this portrait. It'll remind you of who you are.
-Thank you, my dear Lupin. Thank you for everything.
Oh...
-Well... Afterwards, you have to see it at home...
And it takes up a lot of space. -Lupin...
-In the time of King Louis XIV,
the camera hadn't been invented.
Paintings were the best way to capture the memory of a person,
or an animal.
The Sun King loved so much his dogs, that he commanded portraits of his dogs
to the talented painter Alexandre-François Desportes.
In order to paint them faithfully,
the painter observed the dogs down to the smallest detail, for hours.
He could paint character and emotion
and movement of the dogs.
He inscribed their names in gold letter on the painting
to better recognize them.
These paintings sometimes measured over 3 meters in width and height, Note: 9,85 feet
huge.
Still today, at Versailles or in many museums,
you can admire Louis XIV's favorite dogs,
like Diane, Tane, Ponne, Nonnette.
Back then, these royal dogs
were real stars.