Sick as a Royal dog
-Perfect!
It's time for His Majesty's meal.
Make way!
Make way for the meal of the king!
Make way!
-I am no longer hungry.
-The meal is served.
-All this banquet, just for the four of us. Really?
When animals outside are struggling to feed themselves?
-If you like, share your share.
Tane and I are starving. -Well said, Ponne. Let's eat!
-Your generosity honors you, my son.
But to go hunting, you have to build up your strength.
-No, the hunt!
I've lost my appetite.
-My children,
it is customary at Versailles to always begin the meal with soup.
-What is soup?
-It's probably a new dish, exotic, from a faraway land.
-I've never tasted anything like it. Delicious.
Very sweet.
-But divine.
-Too bad Belfort couldn't taste it.
-Oh yes, what a shame! We forgot to leave him some.
-He'll have some brioche.
I prefer brioche.
Are you feeling all right, Mother?
-Yes...
I feel fine, don't worry too much,
I just can't digest this soup, that's all.
-Mother, I don't feel well.
-My stomach hurts.
-It's this soup that's made us sick. You're the only one who hasn't eaten it.
-Oh, dear!
Let's try to look the bright side.
You won't go into the forest.
-The king won't care about dogs that can't hunt.
-Mother, do you mean to say, that we'll be replaced by other dogs?
-But if we're no longer His Majesty's dogs, where will we live?
Ouch, my belly!
-No need to panic, I'll get Bazire.
He's the valet he'll know what to do.
-Hello, my beloved doggies! Bazire is here.
Well good morning to you too, Belfort.
But what's going on? You seem pretty upset.
Oh, dear!
Tane, Ponne!
Diane!
Are you ill?
No temperature.
Pupils reactive.
Doggy breath.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
If you're not in good shape to accompany the king, he won't be happy at all.
Come on, Bazire,
it's your responsibility do something...
-Mother, Bazire has fainted.
-You're the only one who can find a solution.
-A solution? But I don't know what to do.
The soup. I'll be right back.
-Refined dishes, simmered for hours for the king,
and end up fed to the dogs!
To the dogs. Really?
-That's the stuff.
-Lupin.
-I just love it.
-Lupin, I knew I'd find you here.
-Hey, there, Belfort.
Yeah, I'm the one to do the dishes.
-I need your help, it's urgent!
A soup made my mother and my sisters sick.
Will you help me find a cure for them?
-Me, help these high society dogs? Are you serious?
They're always mean to me. They hate me.
-If my family isn't in good shape before it's time to hunt,
the king might replace us with other dogs,
and we'll have to leave leave the castle.
-You, leave Versailles? What?
Wait, no, no, no, no. So... What's with the soup?
-I don't know, I haven't eaten any.
And with my truffle that doesn't work, I didn't smell anything.
-Not to worry, my truffle and I are here.
We're going to find out the problem. Let's go see them.
-Wait, my mother and sisters
would never accept a wolf, in the dog's office.
But we could make it so they wouldn't recognize you.
Mother, this is Hippocrates, the dog of the new royal doctor.
-It's... Yes, it's me, "Hypocrite".
"crate"
Ah, Hippocrates. Let's see, where is this nasty soup?
Uh, where's the suspected soup?
-There's still some in that soup tureen.
-I have no idea what you've been eating.
Uh, I mean, I've never, ever, smelled anything like that.
Well, now, I'm going to have to to examine you. If you don't mind.
-Slowly, my stomach hurts. Ouch!
-Ah! I can see only one remedy for your gnawing pain: eat grass.
-Grass?
-Certainly, it's an old natural treatment,
known to animals living in the wild, like savages.
It's called "purging".
-Interesting idea,
very interesting. How could eating grass cure them?
What are you playing at?
-It's very simple.
Eating grass allows you to vomit what you've eaten.
You'll feel better afterwards.
-Do you really think we are going to eat grass?
-Who do you think we are? -Goats?
-The king's dogs eat food prepared in the castle kitchens. That's the rule.
-Can't you forget etiquette and think about your health?
-We royal dogs, must respect it,
even if it means fall from grace.
-But, Mother! -No more!
-It's that good-for-nothing, that wolf of misfortune.
-Get out! -You don't belong here!
-Lupin is my friend and he came to help you.
-Augustin
Prosper de Belfort,
the king's dogs don't mix with vagrants.
Get out of my sight!
-Lupin, I beg your pardon.
My family can be obnoxious sometimes. I'm sorry about that.
-Oh, I'm used to being treated like this.
You're not like her, that's all that that matters.
Come on, let's go, Augustin Prosper de Belfort.
Is that your name?
-No comment.
-Ha ha ha! "Prospépère".
Okay, with my nose,
we'll find out what bad ingredient
that was in that soup.
-Yes, let's find the mystery ingredient.
-Shallot.
Flour. Coffee.
Soap.
No, sorry, coriander.
Honey.
Guards.
Snails.
Yuck! Beurk!.
Sugar.
Pepper.
Butter.
Bingo! Augustin Prosper de Belfort, I've got it.
-Stop! Don't call me that. -There was this in the soup.
- "Ca-ca-o "d'Amé..." "Cocoa of the Americas"?
-What's cocoa?
-I have no clue. But if it comes from the Americas,
let's ask an animal that comes from there.
-Oh, Belfort!
Rumor has it that your mother and your sisters are sick.
-Very sick. Is it serious?
-That's right, Mrs Rosa.
We need to find out what has made them ill.
We need to speak to someone from the Americas,
urgently.
-From the Americas?
-Did you hear.
-What do I hear?
-Mr. de Lima, we're talking about you.
-Me? Oh, yeah.
Oops! I'm so sorry. Yes, I'm from the Americas.
-Oh, how vulgar!
-Yes, how vulgar!
-Vulgar vulgarity.
-Now that's simple, is cocoa beans.
Yeah, cocoa beans.
-We already knew that. -Did they eat cocoa?
It's a catastrophic!
-Do you know cocoa?
-Yes, I do. At the court of Portugal, humans use it to make chocolate.
-Chocolate?
-Yes, it's harmless to humans but poisonous to dogs.
If Diane, Tane and Ponne have eaten it, their lives are in danger.
In great danger!
-In danger?
-Impossible.
-Royal dogs in danger?
-Like I said since the start, they have to eat grass, there's no other solution, to purge themselves.
-You heard them.
They only eat what comes from the royal kitchens.
-So we're going to prepare a dish using grass. Neither seen nor known.
Got it?
-That, my dearest Lupin, is an idea of genius. Off we go.
Thank you, Madame Rosa.
Thank you all! -It was nothing.
-Such vulgarity! -How vulgar!
-So vulgar!
-Fortunately, finding grass here is easy.
-The problem is picking it up.
-Is it?
-It's forbidden to walk on the King's lawn.
-Oh? I didn't know. -Right, then.
I'll pick the grass, you take care of the guards.
-Guards?
-Here we go.
-The lawn!
-What do I have to do?
Oh, sweet doggie.
-Lupin! Don't stay here.
-A wolf? Help, a wolf!
-Don't help me, Augustin Prosper de Belfort.
-Oh, sometimes you're unbearable.
-That's why you love me.
We got enough.
Over there!
-Lupin, look out!
-Belfort, catch!
-Lupin, your turn!
-Well, well?
Once again you've escaped
Bazire, young rebel.
You should save your energy for the hunt.
Guards, take Belfort back to the castle.
And get up! Mind your manners.
-Oh, my head!
-Belfort, have you found a remedy?
-No, of course not.
I refuse to give up.
-Don't worry Belfort, I can handle it.
How do you cook something with grass?
It would be easier if I knew how to cook.
-He's such an incapable!
-I'm not an incapable.
-Perfect, a cookbook. That's what Belfort would do.
He can read this gibberish, I can't.
-Exactly
my dear Lupin, that's why we make such a good team.
-I knew you would escape.
-And I was sure you wouldn't give up.
-Yeah. You can always count on me.
Check it out what I found.
-Good idea, there's no problem a good book can't solve.
Let's take a look.
Spinach soup. It looks like grass.
Let's follow the recipe. Time to cook!
-There you go,
a nice little green soup to purge.
-Let's go.
Easy, Lupin, easy!
-You, easy.
Whoa, watch out, it's leaning.
-Careful!
-It's not my fault, the floor's slippery.
-It's hunting time, get my dogs ready.
-Oh no, quickly, this way.
-We are almost there. My mother and sisters are behind that door.
-Lupin, be careful!
-Oh, no, I'm sorry, Belfort.
-There's a little left.
Maybe enough.
What?
They're gone. We're too late.
-Oh, Belfort.
I'm so sorry about all this.
-It's all my fault.
I was unable to help them. I'm...
I really am incapable.
-Oh, Belfort, what a disaster!
What's this?
Reminds me of grass?
Grass!
Yes, you need to purge.
There's not enough for all three of us.
Guards, bring in grass,
fast!
-Grass? -Yes, grass, and hurry!
Eat, my pretties,
it will do you good.
You have to eat, it's the only way.
-Oh, wonderful!
-Thank you, son.
-Maybe you're not so incapable...
-I found this remedy thanks to my friend Lupin.
-The King!
-Oh? Your Majesty, I regret to inform you that the dogs will not be able to
accompany you.
-What's happened to them?
-I don't know, but they're are in the process of purging.
And before long, they'll be fine.
-Let them rest.
Mr Bazire, take good care of them.
-The hunt is off.
All's well, my faithful Belfort, don't worry.
I'm sure your family will soon be well again.
In the meantime, how about a little cookie?
Would you like another?
-Already?
Here you go, you big eater.
-Thanks, Lupin.
My family's never been been nice to you.
But you helped them.
I'll never forget that.
Thank you!
-Well... You'd have done the same for me.
-But, one thing's for sure,
we won't be eating chocolate again, ever.
-Oh, ah... What is called this super tasty and pretty thing?
-It's a cookie. The royal baker makes them for my family.
It's crunchy, sweet, and...
-Yeah, it's not bad.
-Pretty good?
You're incorri...
I'd like to try the chocolate. The Queen loves it.
-She wants nothing more than that. I must have prepared eight cups since this morning.
-Which goes to show, she likes it.
-In Louis XIV's time, the royal kitchens had to
feed the thousands of people who lived in the castle.
The cocoa beans used to make chocolate are
rare in Europe because they come from the Americas.
The Spanish conquistadors brought
them from South America to Europe.
The 1st to taste it was Anne of Austria,
mother of Louis XIV, at the Spanish court.
Hot chocolate became a fashionable drink at Versailles.
So much so that the Queen of France drank four to five cups a day.
But you mustn't give chocolate to dogs.
It's very bad for them. The Sun King understood this.
He would give his favorite dogs cookies.
Cookies prepared for them in the kitchens.