Do you know where Zébulon is?
No, you can imagine that if I knew, I would have gone to fetch him!
Maybe something happened to him?
For something to happen to Zébulon, it's impossible!
But what if he got sick?
Well, come now! Wait a little more, my children!
Oh, waiting... it's such a long wait, Father Peony! Why don't you call him?
Well then, I can still try my barrel organ because...
He told me, wherever he was, he can hear it. So, let's go!
Tournicoti, tournicoton! (chuckles nervously)
Excuse me, there's... there's a problem, children.
But where are you? Come on, Zébulon! What is it?
I lost my mustache... (sobs) ...and I became invisible.
It's not that serious! You'll find others!
But no! Why, no... without it, my power is very weak! Tournico-teak!
Pollux the detective... you know Pollux? He's looking for it.
Oh, if my Pollux is helping you, I'm coming! One, two, three!
But where to start?
That's for you to find! Tournico-tind!
Tournico-to! Good luck, kiddo!
Let's go see the tables! Who knows, maybe it could be in a drawer?
Mustache, mustache, mustache! (lips smacking) Mustache! Mustache!
Please, you wouldn't happen to see Zébulon's mustache, have you?
Why no, little one! See for yourself!
Thank you! Where to go now?
Oh! Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella! Have you seen Zébulon's mustache?
(stuffily) Well, we're looking for it too! So, goodbye! We'll keep looking.
Not with the tables, not with the umbrellas, so where?
And Pollux...? He may have found them!
(muttering)
Does anybody have an idea of what it's like to lose a mustache? Huh?
Am I losing my tail?
Oh... I better look, because sometimes we brag...
No, it's there. It's always there. So, I'm okay. I'm good.
Let's see...
Nothing here... and there? No more...
But how do I look when sniffing those trees, hmm?
It's not very distinguished at all...
Huh? What's this...?
Oh! (humming gleefully)
I have a big beast on my nose...
Ah, I-- hup!
I have the impression of being-- hup!
Of being... mounted on... ...a spring! To... to jump!
Like that--! Enough!
Well done, Pollux! You have Zébulon's mustache!
Oh no!
I beg your pardon, but if I had a parachute...
...the landing would've been less hard, wouldn't it?
How can we find the mustache again?
Follow me, come with me! I have an idea!
Have you seen Zébulon's mustache?
Ah, so that's what I just saw? I thought it was a shooting star!
Mustaches... shooting stars? This coat rack is so short-sighted, it's ridiculous!
-(growls) -Well, what is it?
(growls) Look! Up there! He has the mustache!
Why no, that one's too small!
Really? Oh... it's a shame. I was enjoying myself...
Ah, there it is, there it is!
No, no! Don't touch it! Call Zébulon first!
Otherwise, you'll jump! Like Pollux earlier!
Oh, thank you, little chair!
So, they couldn't have warned me before? What does that mean?
Zébulon, Zébulon! Your mustache!
Tournicoti, tournicoton!
Ah, tournicoti, tournico-teels! How good it feels, how good it feels!
Thank you! I found my panache... (panache= stylish confidence)
...with my moustache!
Zébulon, my boy... Next time, be more careful!
Listen, little Margote. Father Peony's music! Quickly, tell everyone...
...that Zébulon has found his mustache! (chuckles)