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Topic: "The Buzz Bean Incident" -- the full story
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Vic George The ND Guy
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posted 08-18-2025 04:25 AM
Here's one of my completed EMPATH: The Luckiest Smurf stories. Have fun!
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Chapter 1
Empath woke up one morning feeling exhausted, like he didn't get enough sleep. His eyelids were hanging at half-mast as he struggled to get himself out of bed, feeling like he would rather spend the entire day in bed than doing anything else. Finally he got himself on his feet, but now he had to put on some clothes, or else he would end up walking out of his house only in his underwear. He went to his dresser and pulled out a hat, a shirt, and a pair of pants. It felt like his pants wouldn't cooperate with his legs as he struggled to pull them up all the way to his waist and have his tail fit snugly into the tailhole in the back. He took a look at himself in the mirror after he got fully dressed and sighed. "You look really tired today, Empath," he said to himself.
He went downstairs to see if Polaris Psyche was there, but he had already left, having spent less time getting himself dressed and groomed for the day. He yawned as he headed for the door to see what got put into his mail slot by Courier Smurf while he was asleep. There was nothing of importance, just the daily newspaper which seemed to tell of nothing special going on the Smurf Village, as far as what Empath could sense from his touch telepathy.
He headed for the dining commons and found himself being the last in line behind Lazy. "Morning, Empath," Lazy greeted with a yawn. "Did you sleep late today?"
"Apparently this smurf must have, Lazy," Empath replied. "It looks like there isn't going to be much left for this smurf to eat now that everybody has their meals served."
"Well, that's fine by me," Lazy said. "I'm not much of a big eater anyway. I hope that I don't have much to smurf today because I really want to smurf it easy."
"This smurf can only wish the same for myself, Lazy, but this smurf's job as the assistant counselor hardly leaves this smurf much time for any leisure," Empath said. "This smurf hopes there's plenty of acorn brew left to drink."
"Acorn brew," Lazy said, sounding a bit repulsed. "I would rather drink anything in the world but that. That stuff keeps me awake for hours."
"It's an acquired taste, Lazy," Empath said. "It's more the kind of drink that this smurf would have if this smurf needs a good pick-me-up for the day."
"Well, you can have all the acorn brew you want...I'll pass on that," Lazy said as he got his breakfast plate and drink from Greedy and then walked off.
"Another late morning for you, Empath," Greedy said as he greeted Empath at the serving booth. "So what are you going to smurf today?"
"Just the same as everybody else, and a mug of acorn brew, if you have any left, Greedy," Empath requested.
"You're lucky that I'm down to my last smurf of that stuff, Empath," Greedy said as he poured some hot steamy black liquid into a mug and handed it to Empath along with his breakfast plate. "Enjoy your breakfast."
"This smurf appreciates it," Empath said as he walked off. He inhaled the scent of the acorn brew, smiling as he loved the particular aroma of that drink. He stopped at a table to put some creamer and sugar into his acorn brew and then headed off to find a place to sit.
Smurfette, Tapper, and Duncan were sitting together, finishing up their breakfasts when Empath arrived. "So did this smurf miss anything while this smurf was asleep?" Empath asked as he sat down.
"Funny you should ask that question, laddie, since you could smurf into our minds to find that out for yourself," Duncan answered.
"We were just discussing our duties for the day, my dear Empath, how Smurfette was going to smurf some gardening and I was going to smurf up my tavern and Duncan was going to help out Timber with some wood-smurfing in the forest," Tapper added.
"You poor thing," Smurfette said as she looked at Empath. "You looked like you haven't smurfed a wink last night. Are you all right?"
"It's nothing that a good cup of acorn brew couldn't handle, Smurfette," Empath replied, taking a sip from the beverage in question.
"We would like to smurf you company, Empath, but we need to get smurfing on our things as soon as possible," Duncan said as he got up from his seat with his plate, cup, and silverware.
"Alas, Empath, I would have to agree with Duncan there," Tapper said with a disappointed sigh, also rising up with his plate, cup, and silverware. "Perhaps we will smurf with each other while we smurf together for lunch later on."
"I don't have to smurf anywhere right now, Empath," Smurfette said. "If you want to smurf with me when I go smurf my gardening, I would be more than happy."
Duncan smirked when he saw that Smurfette chose to stay with Empath. "Enjoy your morning, laddie and lass," he said as both he and Tapper left the table.
Smurfette looked at Empath as he drank another sip of the acorn brew. "Do you really like smurfing that stuff, Empath?" she asked.
"It's not this smurf's favorite thing to drink in the world, Smurfette, but Tapper is the best roaster of ground acorns, so this smurf doesn't have any complaints about how it turns out," Empath answered. "How about you?"
"It smurfs a bit too bitter for me, Empath," Smurfette said. "I prefer smurfing something in the morning that is more...tasteful, like smurfberry tea."
"Papa Smurf says drinking too much acorn brew is bad for you, but this smurf hasn't had a problem drinking cups of this stuff yet," Empath said.
"At least you're not drinking that buzz bean brew that we were smurfing in the village a few years before you smurfed home, Empath," Smurfette said. "That stuff was so potent, it was making Smurfs literally smurfing up the walls."
"A buzz bean brew?" Empath asked, sounding intrigued. "This smurf would like to hear all about this particular discovery, if you wouldn't mind."
"Well, just to remind you that some of the things in this story smurf from Narrator, but here is how it all happened," Smurfette said.
Smurfette's story started around two years before Empath returned home for good. As Empath saw in her recollections, Papa Smurf was just waking up in his bedroom at the sound of his cuckoo clock going off, feeling a bit refreshed.
"Ah, nothing like a good night's smurf to get you smurfing for the brand new day," Papa Smurf said, opening his window and looking at the bright clear morning over the Smurf Village. Seemingly pleased with what he saw, he went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of red pants. Although there was no one else in the room with him, Papa Smurf slipped behind a divider and changed from his nightgown into his red pants. He looked at himself and saw that everything about him was perfect, that there was nothing else he needed to add to his appearance.
Then he heard the sound of gurgling, so he went over to the crib that was in his bedroom and saw that Baby Smurf had awakened. "So how are you this fine morning, Baby Smurf?" Papa Smurf asked as he went over to pick him up from the crib.
Baby Smurf babbled an answer in a very enthusiastic and eager tone.
Papa Smurf chuckled. "Well, I'm just as eager to get smurfing to this morning's breakfast as much as you are, Baby Smurf. Let's say we smurf ourselves downstairs that we may join our little Smurfs at the dining area, shall we?"
Baby Smurf babbled what sounded like an affirmative to Papa Smurf. The village leader then pressed a button, which lowered a staircase down to the bottom floor so that he and Baby could go downstairs without any problem. Papa Smurf was glad that he had Handy install the automatic folding staircase so he wouldn't have to keep relying on going up and down on a ladder all the time.
When he got to the front door, Papa Smurf looked and saw Wheelie heading toward him on his bicycle, looking rather exhausted. "Good morning, Wheelie," Papa Smurf greeted as the other Smurf came closer.
"Good morning, Papa Smurf," Wheelie said, handing him a rolled-up newspaper. "Sorry I'm late, but I feel like I could smurf a bit of that acorn brew this morning."
"No problem, Wheelie," Papa Smurf said. "Just be careful today with your paper delivery. You don't want to smurf yourself ragged trying to smurf your route."
"Hey, where's my paper today?" they heard a Smurf cry out from a nearby house.
"Wheelie's late with the paper delivery," another Smurf cried out.
"I hate late newspapers," Grouchy shouted.
"Uh-oh," Wheelie said, realizing what he was in for. "Sorry I can't stay and smurf, Papa Smurf. The paper delivery route calls, and I must attend to it." With that, he pedaled off as hard and as fast as he could to meet up with his other customers.
Papa Smurf sighed. "That's bound to happen, Baby Smurf. I can only hope that the other Smurfs are more lively than he is this morning."
Then he saw Hefty, Tuffy, and Duncan jogging together as they were coming toward him from another direction. Hefty looked like he was full of energy, while Tuffy and Duncan looked like they were working up a sweat trying to keep up with their partner.
"Morning, Papa Smurf," Hefty greeted. "And morning to you, you little squeezer."
"Good morning, Hefty," Papa Smurf greeted back. "You look like you're eager to smurf on what the day has to offer today."
"I wish I could smurf the same for these two losers following me, Papa Smurf," Hefty said. "I feel like I could jog circles around them this morning."
"If that laddie isn't careful with his words, I'm going to smurf him a jog right in the head," Duncan muttered.
"You smurfed it, Dunk," Tuffy spoke between breaths.
"I'm certain that what doesn't kill a Smurf will only make him stronger, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "Well, carry on...I'll smurf with you three later."
"Okay, you lugs, follow me and try to keep up," Hefty called out. And so, huffing and puffing, Duncan and Tuffy followed Hefty as they jogged in another direction.
Papa Smurf chuckled. "Someday you could be just like them, Baby Smurf...big and strong and able to smurf your own weight, maybe even more." He sighed, as he knew that it would be years before that would possibly happen. "Anyway, let's get you fed if you're going to smurf up big and strong like those Smurfs."
He found a seat at one of the tables in the dining area, with one of Greedy's kitchen workers bringing a high seat for Baby Smurf to sit in. He felt a little anxious for the meal that was to be served that day, as he was eager for Greedy to deliver the meal and Baby's straight to their seats, since Papa Smurf couldn't carry both his meals and Baby's while he was carrying Baby.
Smurfette joined Papa Smurf at the same table as she sat down with her meal and her smurfberry tea, looking like she hadn't slept a wink. "Morning, Papa Smurf," she greeted with a slight yawn. "Morning, Baby Smurf."
"Smurfette, what's the matter with you today?" Papa Smurf asked, sounding concerned.
"Nothing, Papa Smurf," Smurfette replied. "I'm just trying to wake up today, but it feels like I need to smurf more sleep."
"I was going to ask if you would be willing to smurf care of Baby Smurf today, but it seems like you need to smurf care of yourself first," Papa Smurf said.
"I'll be all right, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said rather insistently. "I just need my cup of smurfberry tea to smurf me awake so I can smurf through my morning without a problem."
"I'm still going to find another Smurf who's more alert than you that I can trust with Baby Smurf this morning, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "I don't want you to smurf anything to hurt yourself or Baby Smurf, you got that?"
Smurfette sighed. "Yes, Papa Smurf, I understand."
Papa Smurf looked across at all the tables and saw that most of his little Smurfs looked rather lethargic, as if they all had a big party the previous night and were now coming down with a big hangover. "It smurfs like I'm going to have a hard time smurfing somebody who's going to take care of Baby today," he commented.
"I'm sure that there will be somebody, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said as she took a sip of her smurfberry tea.
"This behavior is totally unbecoming of my little Smurfs," Papa Smurf said, sounding displeased by what he was seeing before him. "It will be a miracle if we even succeed in smurfing some important village tasks today."
"You're telling me," Brainy said as he approached Papa Smurf's seat at the table, carrying his breakfast with him, with Clumsy following. "I smurfed the whole night working on my latest book, and I hardly feel as exhausted as most of the other Smurfs."
"Gosh, I wonder what's making most of the Smurfs so tired?" Clumsy asked.
"I don't know, Clumsy, but it seems like Tapper's latest batch of acorn brew isn't smurfing the job as usual," Brainy said.
"How can you Smurfs stand to drink that stuff, Brainy?" Smurfette asked, sounding a bit repulsed. "It's like smurfing a cup of bad medicine."
"Really, Smurfette, it's not that bad once you get used to the taste of it," Brainy said. "I just prefer to smurf mine with cream and sugar and a bit of flavoring to it. It's like Hefty always said: whatever doesn't kill you will only make you stronger."
"Gee, it's too bad that I don't feel as strong as Hefty, and I smurf that acorn brew stuff all the time," Clumsy said.
"Nevertheless, maybe I should check up on Tapper to see what's smurfing on with the acorn brew grounds that he roasts," Papa Smurf said. "If the latest batch isn't smurfing the usual thing of smurfing up my little Smurfs, then we need to smurf into using something else."
"But what else is there in the forest that can smurf the place of acorn brew, Papa Smurf?" Clumsy asked.
"I'm sure that Papa Smurf knows of plenty of alternative plants that we can smurf our morning beverage from so we won't have to rely on acorns all the time, Clumsy," Brainy said.
Papa Smurf noticed that Baby was getting rather antsy in his high chair. "That breakfast is surely smurfing its sweet time smurfing here," Papa Smurf said, also getting anxious.
"Yeah, the breakfast line was really slow this morning, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said, letting out a yawn while resting her head in her hand.
"This is really not up to the standards that Greedy normally smurfs when he serves the meals around here, Papa Smurf," Brainy said, sounding irritated. "I mean, doesn't he and his kitchen staff know how important it is to have the meals smurfed on time so that we keep ourselves on schedule around here?"
"Schedule?" Clumsy said, sounding confused. "Gee, Brainy, we haven't smurfed on a schedule since you last smurfed everybody on one some time ago."
"That doesn't mean that we don't work to keep things smurfing on time, Clumsy," Brainy said. "There's a time for work, and a time for play, and a time for smurfing our meals, and a time for everybody to smurf to sleep. If we didn't have those smurfed times for everything, there would just be chaos."
"We will just smurf our best with what's smurfing on today, Brainy," Papa Smurf said. "One of the things you have to learn if you want to be a leader of the village someday is to be patient with everyone who is under you."
Brainy sighed. "Yes, Papa Smurf, I understand that completely."
Soon Greedy arrived with his serving cart, loaded with plates full of food for both Papa Smurf and Baby Smurf. "Sorry I'm late, Papa Smurf," Greedy said, also sounding like he was exhausted. "I'm trying to keep up with all the orders around here and to get everything smurfed on time that I feel like I'm smurfing behind in everything."
"I'm sure you're smurfing your best, Greedy," Papa Smurf said as he received his food and Baby's along with his cup of acorn brew and the silverware. "I'm just concerned that most of the Smurfs don't seem to be fully awake to smurf anything."
"I don't undersmurf it myself, Papa Smurf," Greedy said. "Normally me and my kitchen crew are so full of energy. Now it feels like a real struggle to smurf anything. Even the acorn brew doesn't seem to help, and we're smurfing more of it than a Smurf should be smurfing in a day."
"Oh dear," Smurfette said with a sigh. "Maybe we should ask Tapper what's smurfing on with the acorn brew that he's been roasting lately."
Papa Smurf nodded. "I will make sure to let Tapper know about this, Smurfette."
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VIC GEORGE -- Westfield, MA, USA
"Cat and mouse games really aren't much fun for us mouse types" -- Empath from "Empath The Bandit Smurf"
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Vic George The ND Guy
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posted 08-18-2025 04:28 AM
Chapter 2
"So you thought it was Tapper's fault that your acorn brew wasn't working in making sure everybody was awake?" Empath asked.
"We didn't know for sure what it was, Empath," Smurfette answered. "I think we were always blaming someone for something smurfed wrong in the village at that time. I didn't want to think that Tapper was smurfing anything wrong with the acorn brew, since Tapper hardly smurfs anything wrong with anything he smurfs for his customers."
"But you wanted to make sure that he wasn't the cause for the lack of potency in the acorn brew grounds that he was roasting in that particular circumstance, which this smurf understands," Empath said.
"Exactly, Empath," Smurfette said. "Anyway, Papa Smurf paid Tapper a visit in his distillery, where he was at work doing his brewing and roasting."
And as Smurfette's story continued, Empath saw that Papa Smurf was with Tapper at that location, talking to him about what was on his mind at that moment.
"Great Smurfiny Crickets, Papa Smurf, I wouldn't think that the acorns that I have been grinding and roasting to smurf more acorn brew would be losing their potency," Tapper said, sounding surprised.
"I'm not saying that you're smurfing a bad job or anything, Tapper," Papa Smurf said. "I'm just concerned for my other little Smurfs not being fully awake and alert to smurf their jobs in the morning, that's all."
"I really don't know what I can tell you, Papa Smurf," Tapper said. "If we were smurfing a big celebration last night, I could say that would be the reason for most Smurfs' lethargy, but I can't smurf much of anything when it comes to them being lethargic for no reason or with no cause behind it."
"I'll deal with the matter myself, Tapper," Papa Smurf said. "For now, though, you may want to smurf into finding something else to roast that would be a suitable replacement for acorn brew."
"I understand, Papa Smurf," Tapper said, nodding with acceptance. "I'll go smurf with Tracker and see if he can smurf something in the forest that would be a smurfable replacement."
"So Tapper spoke with Tracker to see if he can smurf a suitable replacement for acorns to roast for his brew, and Tracker obliged to search the forest for such a plant," Smurfette said. "Of course, in his travels, he would smurf into Gargamel, who also was searching the forest for something that would smurf him awake."
And so at that point, Empath saw that Tracker was in the forest sniffing and searching for that particular kind of plant.
"Hmmm...so far I have smurfed nothing that would be useful as a replacement for acorns," Tracker said to himself after a while of searching. "But I'm not going to give up hope. There has to be something out here somewhere."
Then his nose picked up a different scent, one he recognized all too well. "Gargamel," he said to himself. "If he's nearby, then his cat wouldn't be far behind. I'd better hide himself to smurf out of danger."
And so, hiding himself in a hole in the ground near the bottom of a tree, Tracker watched and listened as Gargamel came into earshot with his cat Azrael.
"I tell you, Azrael, this forest had better have something in it that would keep me awake as I go through night after night, searching for the perfect scheme that would help me capture those miserable Smurfs," Gargamel said.
Azrael meowed a disinterested "yeah, yeah" as he followed along after his master.
"This book on known forest herbs hasn't shown me what kind of plant has the potency that I need for my special wizard's brew," Gargamel said. "I need to find out what it is this book isn't showing me that will keep me from falling asleep, but it seems that the author of this book wasn't living in this forest to..."
Gargamel then noticed that his cat Azrael was distracted by a scent his nose was picking up: that of Tracker Smurf, who was hiding nearby. He tried to reach into the hole with his paw to latch onto the Smurf and draw him out of hiding.
"Azrael, you stupid cat, what are you doing?" Gargamel scolded. "Get over here at once, or I swear you won't have any of your nine lives left when I'm through with you."
Azrael reluctantly left the hole he was pawing into and meekly followed after his master as he continued onward. Tracker patiently waited inside the hole, listening carefully to make sure the evil wizard and his cat were safely gone.
He peered out of the hole to make sure the coast was clear, then he climbed out and continued on his way. "Well, good luck with Gargamel's search for whatever he was after," Tracker muttered. "I'm going to continue with what I'm searching for, and hopefully I will find it."
After some more time had passed, Tracker in his search suddenly smelled something that attracted his interest. He came across a patch of plants with purplish-red pods that had a particular scent that seemed invigorating to Tracker. He took one of the pods and split it open to find beans inside the plant that were producing that particular smell.
"I have no idea what these are, but I have a feeling that these could smurf for a replacement to our acorn brew, if Tapper is able to grind and roast them into brewing grounds," Tracker said, sounding pleased with his discovery.
He filled up the sack he was carrying with more than a dozen pods from the mysterious plants and headed back to the village, whistling the Smurf song as he traveled.
Meanwhile, back in the village, the Smurfs were having a hard time doing their daily tasks and thus were giving each other a hard time as they carried on in their lethargic state. Handy was particularly frustrated with the Smurfs that he assigned for a building project that were not working at peak efficiency, how they seemed to be stumbling into each other and wreaking all sorts of havoc with their mishaps. Tailor was having trouble trying to keep up with his orders as he couldn't keep focus with his sewing and repair jobs on clothes. Carpenter was having trouble keeping himself awake to complete his furniture repair jobs, which was making the other Smurfs rather upset.
Papa Smurf was busy in his laboratory working on a project with Brainy as his assistant, and Clumsy trying to keep out of their way with his sweeping the floor, when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it and found out that it was Hefty.
"Oh, what is it that you want, Hefty?" Papa Smurf asked, sounding a bit annoyed.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Papa Smurf, but I'm having trouble trying to smurf the peace around here while you're busy with Brainy. It seems that too many Smurfs are just having problems with each other not smurfing their jobs as usual."
"Just smurf the best that you can with resmurfing the situations, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "I know that counseling is not your expertise, but you have to learn how to mediate these situations while I'm indisposed."
"Yes, Papa Smurf, I understand," Hefty said, nodding with acceptance.
Brainy watched as Papa Smurf closed the door to his laboratory after Hefty had left. "If only I was smurfed in charge of the village while you were busy with other things, Papa Smurf, I would smurf the whole situation under control and make sure every Smurf is smurfing their jobs," Brainy said.
"You need to focus on your sorcery lessons more than on other Smurfs' problems right now, Brainy," Papa Smurf said. "I am sure that Hefty is more than capable of smurfing care of things in my absence."
"Why not, Papa Smurf?" Brainy said rather sarcastically. "He's been smurfing the job as the village supervisor for over 80 years now, always smurfing over us with his big muscles and his I'm-bigger-than-you kind of attitude."
"Gosh, I only wish that I could be like Hefty, Brainy," Clumsy said as he overheard the conversation between the two Smurfs during his sweeping.
"I admit that Hefty can be a bit oversmurfing to his fellow Smurfs at times, and he has had to deal with my disapproval of his bad bullying behavior, Brainy," Papa Smurf said. "But I have a feeling that Hefty truly cares about his fellow Smurfs and would not want to see them get hurt in any way by anyone else."
"Yeah, right," Brainy said with a hint of disbelief. "I am more than capable of smurfing things in the village better than he can, because I have more intelligence and wisdom than he has, and I don't use my physical appearance to intimidate my fellow Smurfs into smurfing things like he does, and furthermore..."
"Brainy Smurf, you are here to learn, not question my decisions," Papa Smurf said, sounding very upset. "If you are not capable of smurfing your opinions to yourself in regard to those decisions, I will remove you from smurfing before me as my laboratory assistant. Do you understand?"
Brainy gulped, realizing that he had hit a nerve in the village leader. "Yes, Papa Smurf, I understand completely," Brainy said sheepishly.
"Golly, Brainy, why do you have to make Papa Smurf so upset like that?" Clumsy asked.
Brainy sighed heavily. "Let's not smurf into that right now, Clumsy. Yours is not to question why, yours is just simply to smurf, because Papa Smurf is always right, and I am your friend who knows what's best for you."
"Well, all right then, if that's what you say," Clumsy said, shrugging his shoulders before he continued on with his work.
Meanwhile, Duncan was helping Tapper carry kegs of his sarsaparilla ale to his tavern to load up the giant barrel in the back of the tavern with more of the fermented beverage for his customers.
"Michty me, it smurfs like I've been carrying countless barrels of this ale just to keep your tavern well-smurfed," Duncan said as he finished carrying a load with his friend.
"I can't help it if this smurfs to be the most popular beverage around in the Smurf Village, my friend," Tapper said.
"If only we had something better than the second-most favorite beverage in the village to keep us smurfing all day, laddie," Duncan said, wiping his brow with a handkerchief that he kept in his pouch.
"I undersmurf your feelings, Duncan," Tapper said. "Nonetheless, I want to be careful with what I'm smurfing my fellow Smurfs because I don't want what they're drinking on a regular basis to be anything dangerous to their health."
"Aye, you've always been good at that," Duncan said. "I could only wish the other Smurfs would smurf the same tolerance for the drinks that you smurf as I have."
Just then, Tracker showed up in the village, carrying a sack with him over his shoulder as he was whistling the Smurf song. "Ah, my good friend Tracker," Tapper greeted as Tracker approached the two Smurfs. "How smurfs your trip in the forest today?"
"I think I may have found a smurfable substitute for acorn brew with these special pods that I have found in the forest," Tracker said as he showed both Tapper and Duncan the purplish-red pods in the sack.
"Michty me, laddie, those pods surely look strange to me," Duncan said.
"But you're certain that I can roast them and make a hot beverage out of them?" Tapper asked.
"They have a scent that is so invigorating, even I'm feeling more energetic right now just by sniffing them," Tracker replied. "Why not smurf them a try and see what you smurf of them? If you and the other Smurfs like them so much, I'll try to smurf more back on my next trip."
"Then I will try roasting them as soon as possible," Tapper said. "Thank you for smurfing them for me."
Duncan watched as Tracker headed off, leaving the sack of pods with Tapper. "I don't know about those things, laddie," he said with a bit of caution. "There's something about those pods that make me feel a bit unsmurfy."
"Well, I'm going to give them a try to see what I could smurf with them, and then smurf things from there if they are a better substitute for acorns, my fellow Duncan," Tapper said.
By evening, when the day's work was done, a good deal of the Smurfs had convened at Tapper's Tavern for a relaxing drink before they went to sleep.
Smurfette sat at the counter with her glass of iced smurfberry tea just sitting there half-drunk. She looked rather disappointed as she held her head in her hand.
Tapper looked at Smurfette sitting there like this. "What ails you, my dear Smurfette, that you smurf here so forlorn tonight?" he asked gently.
"Oh, Tapper, I feel like I have failed Baby Smurf in not being fully awake throughout the day to smurf care of him," Smurfette answered.
"That's nothing you should be ashamed about, my dear," Tapper said. "We all have days like that, even myself. Baby Smurf will forgive you, if you will let him."
"You mean you had days where you felt like you would rather sleep all day?" Smurfette asked.
"I have to admit that I wasn't always as chipper as I usually am," Tapper replied. "There were days when I despaired of smurfing out of bed because I was so overcome with drowsiness. It's just your body's way of telling you to smurf it easy on yourself, that's all."
"Do you think I'm always pushing myself too hard, Tapper?" Smurfette asked.
"It's not often that I see that with you, Smurfette," Tapper answered. "I think you smurf good care of yourself so that you don't smurf yourself out of shape when it comes to smurfing necessary tasks."
"I just wish that I wasn't so tired today," Smurfette said, sounding sad.
"You just need a good night's sleep, and hopefully everything will be better for you in the morning," Tapper said. "Tonight, I'm going to be trying to roast some beans from a new plant pod that Tracker discovered in the forest, and hopefully we'll have something better for the Smurfs to drink than acorn brew."
"Really?" Smurfette said, sounding a bit intrigued. "You think that it might work?"
"We won't know for sure unless we try it," Tapper said. "Tracker says that the smell of the beans is so invigorating that it smurfed him some energy today."
"Hmmm," Smurfette said, pondering at the thought. "I would surely like to try it out at breakfast if it's what Tracker says it's supposed to be."
"We'll see what happens, Smurfette," Tapper said. "Right now, you should smurf up your drink so that it doesn't smurf to waste."
Smurfette smiled slightly. "Thank you for talking to me, Tapper."
By closing time, Tapper saw everybody leave the tavern and head for their homes before he himself closed up the tavern and headed for the distillery. Once he was alone with himself, he opened up the sack full of the purplish-red pods, opened one of them up, and sniffed the beans inside. There was a faint odor of something that seemed tantalizing coming from the beans, a delicious kind of smell that felt like it was begging to be ingested. He wasn't sure what to do at that point, whether to go ahead with the roasting and grinding of the beans or not, but it felt like the more he did nothing, the longer he was only prolonging the inevitable, that there was something in those beans that was meant to be discovered, and that nothing can hold it back for long.
So Tapper went through the long process of extracting the beans from the pods, washing them, roasting them until they were a charred black, and then grinding them down into brewing granules. The smell of the roasting was pleasing to his nostrils, like a sweet aromatic fragrance wafting in the air. He couldn't help but whistle the Smurf song while he was doing all the work, to see what would become of the strange beans.
Finally came the test. Tapper took some grounds and put them into a brewing pot, making sure he got the water good and hot while waiting for the brew to percolate inside the pot. When the brewing was done, he poured some of the hot steamy black liquid into a mug and drank a sip. It tasted no different from the standard acorn brew, but he could feel as if a jolt of electricity ran through him and gave him such a boost in energy that his eyes suddenly grew wide after the first sip.
"Blessed smurfs of Eire, this is certainly a brew worth sharing with my fellow Smurfs," Tapper said to himself, seemingly pleased as he took another sip.
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VIC GEORGE -- Westfield, MA, USA
"Cat and mouse games really aren't much fun for us mouse types" -- Empath from "Empath The Bandit Smurf"
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posted 08-18-2025 04:30 AM
Chapter 3
"So Tapper got the first taste of this new brew and found it to be really energizing," Empath said. "This smurf could only wish to have been there to see what the other Smurfs' reactions were to it."
"We didn't have to wait for long for Tapper to smurf us this new brew, Empath," Smurfette said. "It became one of the first beverages that was smurfed to us the next morning, when every Smurf smurfed together for breakfast."
And as Smurfette continued her story, Empath saw what happened the following morning. Most of the Smurfs had gathered together at the dining area outside to go through the line and get their breakfasts. And again, most of the Smurfs seemed like they didn't get enough sleep the night before.
"I wonder what's been smurfing on with Tapper since the tavern was closed last night, Duncan," Smurfette said as she sat by him, Hefty, and Tuffy at the table with her breakfast, having her usual cup of hot smurfberry tea in hand.
"I'd be smurfed if I knew, lassie," Duncan said. "I have a feeling that he must have been smurfing with those purple pods Tracker had smurfed in the forest yesterday."
"Is Tapper trying out a new drink that he's smurfing at the tavern?" Tuffy asked.
"Who knows what's smurfing on with Tapper?" Hefty responded. "I just can't smurf most of his drinks anyway, and Smurf knows that I don't want to hear about his imaginary God."
"You were there when he smurfed upon the name of his God to smurf away those sharks that surrounded us in the ocean, Hefty," Smurfette said. "How can you say that He's still imaginary?"
"I really don't want to discuss it with anyone, Smurfette," Hefty said rather defensively. "That's just a situation that we smurfed out of with a bit of luck on our side."
"You won't admit that Tapper's God is real for fear of admitting your own personal weaknesses, laddie," Duncan said.
"I can still smurf you on anyday, Gutsy, don't forget that," Hefty said.
"You can try if you want to, and the name is Duncan, not Gutsy," Duncan said.
Just then, Tapper arrived at the scene, bringing with him on a cart a big hot beverage dispenser that seemed to smell of something good that was tickling the noses of the Smurfs gathered at the table.
"I say, what is that heavenly aroma?" Vanity asked, sounding curious.
"Whatever it is, Vanity, I feel like it's smurfing me up just by smelling it," Handy replied.
"I can't wait to find out what it is," Jokey said.
"I hate waiting to find out what it is," Grouchy said.
"My fellow Smurfs and Smurfette, welcome to the new morning brew that is better and smurfier than your old standard acorn brew," Tapper said, seemingly proud. "One sip of this and you'll be amazed of what it will smurf to you."
"Better than acorn brew?" Lazy wondered. "Is it even safe to drink, Tapper?"
"Here, try some for yourself, Lazy," Tapper said, pouring out for him a cup of the new brew.
Lazy took the cup of brew and drank it. Suddenly his eyes shot wide open as if he had been hit with a surge of electricity. "Wow! I really feel wide awake now! I feel like I can smurf just about anything today with this."
Most of the Smurfs were amazed. They never thought to see the day when a simple drink would make Lazy seem so energetic.
"Hey, let me smurf some of that brew," one of the Smurfs said as he dumped the contents of his acorn brew cup out on the ground and headed over to Tapper's serving cart.
"Yeah, me too," another Smurf said, also doing the same.
And soon Tapper found himself with a crowd of Smurfs all gathering around him to try out the new hot beverage that he was serving. They each took one sip and found themselves amazed at how alert they were now feeling just from that one sip.
Smurfette, Hefty, Tuffy, and Duncan just sat in their seats and watched everybody else get a cup of the new brew. "Michty me, laddies, Tapper's got most of the fellow Smurfs smurfing out of his hand with whatever that drink is," Duncan said.
"Yeah, that must be a really supersmurfed version of acorn brew," Tuffy said, watching the effects of the new drink.
"Those Smurfs should be careful," Hefty said, sounding cautious. "Who knows what's in that stuff that could be dangerous for any Smurf to drink."
"What do you mean, dangerous?" Tuffy said. "Those Smurfs look like they could smurf a boost of energy in the morning to get themselves smurfing."
"I would like to try it out for myself, even though I don't like the taste of acorn brew or anything similar," Smurfette said, sounding intrigued.
"Maybe you shouldn't be smurfing that, Smurfette," Hefty suggested. "A female Smurf wouldn't be able to handle all that energy that it may smurf you."
"Who are you to say what a lassie like her can't handle, laddie?" Duncan said, sounding offended.
"I'm just trying to be reasonable here, Gutsy," Hefty said. "You can't handle me smurfing out for Smurfette, you're the one who has a problem, not me."
"Just let Smurfette try it out for herself, Hefty," Tuffy said. "What possible harm could it smurf her?"
"Don't none of you smurf that I didn't warn you," Hefty said, sounding adamant.
After breakfast, Papa Smurf and Brainy took a tour of the village while they were discussing about Brainy's next sorcery lesson when they noticed that most of the other Smurfs seemed to have a lot of energy in doing their daily tasks.
Wheelie whizzed right toward them on his bicycle, carrying Courier's mail sack with him. "Here you go, Papa Smurf," Wheelie said, briefly stopping to give Papa Smurf his mail. "And here you go also, Brainy," he added, giving Brainy his mail as well. "Well, duty smurfs, and I might as well smurf it. See you later."
Papa Smurf and Brainy watched as Wheelie whizzed past them, cycling as fast as he could. "Now that is strange, Papa Smurf," Brainy said. "Why is Wheelie so eager to do Courier's mail route today?"
"I honestly don't know, Brainy," Papa Smurf said. "But at the very least, it's an improvement over yesterday's work performance with my little Smurfs."
Then they saw a Smurf happily painting the outside of his house, going as fast as hs can with the painting, happily singing the Smurf song while he was doing it. This attracted both Papa Smurf's and Brainy's attention as they stood and watched.
"This smurfs to me like it's more than just an improvement, Papa Smurf," Brainy said. "Maybe we should ask him what's smurfing on with him."
"Perhaps we should do that, Brainy," Papa Smurf said in agreement.
"Oh, good morning, Papa Smurf," the Smurf greeted as the two of them came closer to see what he was doing. "So what do you think of the painting that I have smurfed today with my house?"
"Are you sure you're feeling all right, Smurf?" Papa Smurf asked.
"I couldn't feel any better than I am right now, Papa Smurf," the Smurf answered. "Why do you ask?"
"We couldn't help but wonder about your smurfing your job with such energy and enthusiasm, like all the Smurfs should be smurfing on a daily basis," Brainy said.
"Well, when I get through with painting my house, I will see if there are other Smurfs who will need their houses painted today," the Smurf said proudly.
Then Papa Smurf and Brainy both heard the sound of Harmony's horn as it was being played very fast, sounding more noisy and cacophonous than usual. The two of them had to plug their ears as Harmony came by playing his horn.
"So how do you like my latest music composition, Papa Smurf?" Harmony asked after he stopped playing, allowing Papa Smurf and Brainy to unplug their ears.
"Well, it's...uh...very interesting, Harmony," Papa Smurf answered as honestly as he could.
"But don't you think you could play it somewhere else?" Brainy suggested.
"I personally feel that my music composition is smurfy enough to be shared with every Smurf in the village, Brainy," Harmony said. "Now if you don't mind, I would like to continue with my playing so that others could hear of my smurfy brilliance." And with that, Harmony put his horn to his lips and resumed playing, causing Papa Smurf and Brainy to plug their ears once again until Harmony was well out of earshot.
"En garde!" they heard Fencer shout. The two watched as Fencer and Century were making their way through the village, fighting each other with their fencing foils with such energy that it made Papa Smurf and Brainy tired just watching them. They safely stood out of the way as Fencer and Century continued their fighting unhindered.
"This smurfs to be getting a little out of hand this morning, Brainy," Papa Smurf said.
"It's probably because of that new 'buzz bean brew' that those Smurfs were drinking at breakfast this morning, Papa Smurf," Brainy said.
"Buzz bean brew?" Papa Smurf asked, uncertain of what that meant.
Just then, Hefty, Tuffy, and Duncan had joined Papa Smurf and Brainy. "Thank smurfness you're here, Papa Smurf," Hefty said. "The Smurfs seem to be acting crazy since Tapper was serving them this buzz bean brew at breakfast."
"Aye, they seem to be so full of energy that I can't get them to stop for anything, not even our darling Smurfette," Duncan said.
"Smurfette's drinking this buzz bean brew?" Papa Smurf asked.
Then they heard Smurfette shouting "Wheeeeeeee!" as she was going from rooftop to rooftop, swinging around and hanging flower garlands all over Smurf houses, sounding like she was really enjoying herself.
"Maybe we should pay Tapper a visit about this buzz bean brew, Papa Smurf," Brainy suggested.
Papa Smurf sighed. "I'm afraid we might as well smurf that, Brainy."
Tapper was in his distillery doing his work on roasting more beans from the purple pods that Tracker had delivered to him, whistling the Smurf song in the process when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find that it was Papa Smurf, who was accompanied by Hefty, Tuffy, Duncan, and Brainy.
"Smurf o' the morning to you, Papa Smurf," Tapper greeted. "What may I smurf for you this pleasant morning?"
"I'm a little concerned about this new 'buzz bean brew' that you're smurfing to my little Smurfs this morning, Tapper," Papa Smurf said.
"Yeah, it's making the other Smurfs act all crazy and energetic," Hefty said.
"Even Smurfette's going completely bonkers with this new drink," Tuffy said.
"Really?" Tapper said, sounding a bit surprised. "I had no idea that the drink would be so powerful as to make the Smurfs act in that manner, Papa Smurf."
"I know it's not your intention to make your fellow Smurfs behave improperly with your drinks there, laddie," Duncan said.
"But still, maybe you could find a way to smurf down the new brew so that they're not acting like they're high on something," Brainy added.
"Like maybe mix it up with a little of the acorn brew," Tuffy suggested.
"I understand," Tapper said, sounding like he was in agreement. "Well, perhaps I can smurf down the new brew somewhat so that the Smurfs will still feel awake and alert without them acting all unsmurfy as a side effect."
"That's all we're asking for, Tapper," Papa Smurf said. "I do appreciate you wanting to smurf your fellow Smurfs something new to drink that will help them be more alert in the mornings, let there be no mistake about that."
"Perhaps I should supervise Tapper's brew-smurfing process to make sure that he is smurfing on the level with us, Papa Smurf," Brainy suggested.
"I don't think that's a very smurfy idea, Brainy," Duncan said.
"Yeah, nobody smurfs over your shoulder to check what you're writing for books," Tuffy said.
"I am pretty much sure that I can trust Tapper to smurf his job faithfully, Brainy," Papa Smurf said. "Now let us smurf him alone so that he can smurf what he has to do to smurf the new brew into a safe drink for everyone."
Brainy sighed. "Yes, Papa Smurf."
"Come on, Smurfs," Hefty said. "Let's try to get the other Smurfs under control so we don't have the whole village smurfing into a madhouse."
After the Smurfs had left, Tapper sighed, realizing that Papa Smurf and some of his fellow Smurfs may be right. "I just wanted my fellow Smurfs to have something smurfier to drink for their morning breakfast, and now I may have smurfed things beyond anyone's control with this new brew," he said to himself. "I might as well smurf what they're suggesting and smurf some acorn brew into the new drink so my fellow Smurfs would stay in control when they're awake."
But as Tapper went to gather some acorns for roasting and grinding, he heard a voice saying to him, "Why do you need to listen to Papa Smurf, when everybody should be listening to you for a change?"
He turned and saw that a devilish version of himself was standing there in the distillery, looking like he wanted to perform some deviltry in Tapper's life. "And who are you, that I should listen to you?" Tapper asked.
"You know who I am, Tapper," the devil version of himself said. "I am the real you, the you that you keep smurfed up inside yourself because you smurf yourself to my enemy, the Lord God Almighty."
"Whatever you want, I have no interest in smurfing it, not now and not ever," Tapper said adamantly.
"If that's what you want," the devil version of Tapper said. "But I think you're smurfing a big mistake, because you have a smurfy concoction that you should be smurfing to everybody as is, without any mixture whatsoever."
"But that drink by itself is making my fellow Smurfs act all crazy," Tapper said.
"And that Holy Spirit from God doesn't?" the devil version of Tapper said. "Your Lord wants to smurf the same thing that I do, but He wants to call it holy because He's afraid of admitting that I'm right about what He smurfs, that He wants to control people instead of letting people smurf what they want to smurf."
"Don't listen to him, Tapper," another voice broke in, sounding more angelic. Tapper turned to see that an angelic version of himself was now with him in the distillery. "He wants you to disobey Papa Smurf and in turn cause you to sin against the Almighty."
"Hey, let Tapper smurf what he wants to smurf," the devil version of Tapper said. "He's still got a mind of his own and can make his own choices in this world."
"And he also smurfs the mind of Christ," the angelic version said. "Remember that greater is He who smurfs in him than he that smurfs in the world."
"He's still got my nature in him, and as long as he's still in corruptible flesh with a corruptible mind, he's still mine," the devil version said.
"But he's been paid for with the blood of Jesus Christ, and as long as that blood covers him, you can't touch him," the angelic version said.
"Fine, smurf it your way," the devil version said, sounding unimpressed. "But Tapper won't know what he's missing out on, being the most important Smurf in the village because of his new concoction. Besides, doesn't your Lord say that there should be no mixture of things? It smurfs so right in his book."
Then suddenly both versions of Tapper had vanished, leaving Tapper by himself muttering to himself, "That is correct. The holy book does say that there should be no mixture of things. Maybe the whole idea that I should smurf down the new brew with acorn brew is the wrong thing to do."
Then at once Tapper knew what he must do.
Meanwhile, a few Smurfs were out in the forest picking blueberries, feeling really energetic and singing the Smurf song as they were going about their business. Of course, one Smurf looked even more frantic than the others.
"This buzz bean brew's got me so smurfulated, I can't control myself," that Smurf was saying as he was flitting around from bush to bush, picking berries as he went.
"Wow, maybe Tapper should smurf you that regular acorn brew instead," a second Smurf said.
"But who wants to go back to that old brew?" a third Smurf asked.
"Well, if it's making that Smurf bounce around like a ball, maybe we should ask Tapper for something to make him more mellow," the second Smurf responded.
"I kinda like how I'm feeling with this brew, dude," the third Smurf said.
Then suddenly the first Smurf stopped. "Wait a minute, Smurfs...I hear something," he said quietly
"You hear something?" the second Smurf asked, sounding curious. "You sure it's not just the buzz bean brew smurfing?"
"I hear something too," the third Smurf said. "Somebody's approaching us."
"And that somebody could only mean...," the first Smurf began to say.
"SMURFS!" a familiar voice shouted. "Azrael, get them!"
"GARGAMEL! AZRAEL!" the three Smurfs shouted.
"Quick, let's smurf for our lives," one of the three Smurfs said.
And so as Gargamel and Azrael gave chase, the three Smurfs ran as quickly as they could, fueled by the energy of the buzz bean brew.
"Wherever you go in this forest, you little Smurfs, I will find you," Gargamel said as he continued to chase his prey.
"Let's split up and get them to smurf after each of us," one of the three Smurfs said. And so the Smurfs split up and caused Gargamel and Azrael to split up in their pursuit.
Gargamel could feel himself getting tired out from all the chasing. "You Smurfs seem to be so full of energy today," he said as he was panting. "You're not even running back to your village."
Azrael dealt with two Smurfs he was chasing. They led him into a confusing cat-and-mouse chase as they popped up and taunted him to chase after them, never letting him capture them. Finally Azrael got himself stuck inside a hole under a tree from which he struggled to get himself out of.
Finally Gargamel began to slow down, feeling completely exhausted from the fruitless chase. He saw his prey disappear into the distance where they would be safe from him and his cat.
"What the devil did those wretched little Smurfs have as part of their meals today that would give them this incredible energy? Or is it some sort of magic spell or potion that Papa Smurf had discovered?" he asked himself.
Then he heard the sound of his cat still struggling to get out of the hole under the tree that he was stuck in. Gargamel pulled with all his strength until his cat just popped out.
"Azrael, shame on you for letting those Smurfs get the better of you," Gargamel scolded. Then he pondered about something. "I must find out the secret of this incredible energy that the Smurfs possess and see if I can't find a way that I can harness it for myself, to make myself impossible for them to run away from."
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VIC GEORGE -- Westfield, MA, USA
"Cat and mouse games really aren't much fun for us mouse types" -- Empath from "Empath The Bandit Smurf"
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posted 08-18-2025 04:33 AM
Chapter 4
"And so Gargamel wanted to discover these 'buzz beans' for himself so he could have enough energy to go after and capture the Smurfs," Empath said.
"It was a dangerous thing to consider, Empath," Smurfette said. "We already had enough trouble trying to outsmurf him in the forest at his regular best. We didn't want to think what would happen if became so energetic that there was no stopping him."
"But he did eventually come across them, if what this smurf is sensing from the retelling of the story is true," Empath said. "Anyway, how were you Smurfs handling the effects of the buzz bean beverage?"
"Eventually the effects wore off by the end of the day, and we were feeling rather tired by the time supper smurfed along," Smurfette answered.
And as Smurfette continued her story, Empath saw in her mind all her fellow Smurfs gathered around the dining commons at suppertime, most of them looking rather exhausted. Even Greedy and his kitchen crew seemed to be slacking off in their duties as they were haphazardly serving the meals and drinks to all the Smurfs sitting at the tables.
Hefty, Tuffy, and Duncan were sitting together looking at all their fellow Smurfs. "Michty me, those Smurfs sure look all smurfered out and ready for a good night's smurf, laddies," Duncan said.
"I think it's that buzz bean drink that's got them all tired, Gutsy," Hefty said.
"Yeah, even Greedy and his kitchen crew don't smurf so good," Tuffy said.
"Well, hopefully it's been a very productive day for most of everyone here in the village," Duncan said. "Maybe tomorrow will be a repeat of today, if that buzz bean really smurfs them into overdrive."
"That's what scares me, Gutsy," Hefty said. "That buzz bean could end up smurfing them into an early grave if they smurf too much of it."
"Smurf too much of that stuff?" Tuffy said, sounding curious. "But how?"
"I don't know, but maybe Papa Smurf knows," Hefty said. "Anyway, I'm smurfing away from that stuff for as long as it's been smurfed in the morning."
"Aye, that smurfs like a good idea coming from you, laddie," Duncan said in agreement.
Meanwhile, Tapper noticed Smurfette slumped over her food, looking like she would rather go to sleep. "Great Smurfiny Crickets, my dear Smurfette, are you feeling okay tonight?" he asked concerned.
"I feel like I would want to smurf to sleep for days after today, Tapper," Smurfette said, her voice sounding rather monotone. "I'm so tired that I don't even feel like eating."
"There's always tomorrow, if the good Lord is willing," Tapper said, trying to sound confident. "After a good night's smurf, you'll be bright and eager for what the new day has in smurf for you."
"Are you going to be smurfing that new drink tomorrow, Tapper?" Smurfette asked.
"I would like to, but Papa Smurf wants me to smurf it down so that you Smurfs wouldn't be so unrestrainable in our daily duties," Tapper answered.
"I feel like I would need it at full strength tomorrow, Tapper," Smurfette said. "I don't think I can handle tomorrow with that buzz bean brew smurfed too weak."
"We'll see what happens tomorrow, Smurfette," Tapper said.
"Meanwhile, Gargamel was looking through his books to find something that would smurf him the same energy that the Smurfs now have, which was how he discovered the buzz bean, and how he would smurf a spell that would amplify its effects," Smurfette said.
And as Smurfette continued her story, Empath saw that Gargamel was up all night reading through his books until he came across one about the purple-red bean pods that grew in the forest.
"'These special beans, when brewed, give whoever drinks it enhanced energy that lasts for a single day,'" Gargamel read aloud. "That's it! Those wretched little Smurfs must have discovered these beans for themselves and found out how to extract a drink from it that could boost their energy. Well, when I get my hands on those beans, I will make from them a super-powerful drink that will give me so much energy that none of those Smurfs will be able to escape me."
He lit a torch and headed out into the forest. "I know that it will be dangerous to search the forest at this time of night, but if it will help me find those magic beans to give me that kind of energy, then it will be worth the risk," Gargamel said to himself.
"And so the rest of the night passed without incident, Empath, but the following morning is when things would lose all restraint in the village," Smurfette said.
And as Smurfette continued her story, Empath saw that the Smurfs were awake once again to attend breakfast as before. But Duncan who was with Hefty and Tuffy noticed that Amore wasn't his usual calm self that morning. "Michty me, laddie, what has smurfed on with you last night?" Duncan asked. "And why do you smell like you just had the Smurfette dream?"
"I couldn't smurf to sleep all last night, Duncan," Amore said, sounding rather fidgety. "Whatever was in that brew I smurfed yesterday was so powerful enough that it...made me smurf the Smurfette dream several times in a row last night, and I just feel so shameful."
"Gosh, I didn't think that Tapper's new brew would smurf that in any Smurf, let alone Amore of all Smurfs," Tuffy said.
"It's just what I smurfed yesterday morning, that this new drink is dangerous, and that it should be banned from ever being smurfed at breakfast or any other time of day," Hefty said.
"Oh, come on there, laddie," Duncan said. "Amore just smurfed that dream several times in a night, and he's still smurfing. It's not like he's smurfing on the brink of death here."
"But that is just not normal for any Smurf, Dunk, to have that many Smurfette dreams in a single night," Tuffy said.
"You're smurfing me," Hefty said. "I would hate to think what Smurfette might smurf in private with herself after being smurfed up on that new brew."
Then the three of them saw that Amore was shaking all over. "Excuse me, Smurfs, but I'm feeling that sensation smurfing on me," he said. And soon afterward he ran as far as he could away from the breakfast table.
"Poor laddie," Duncan said. "It's too bad he isn't married to Smurfette right about now."
"Yeah, he sure looks like he's going to smurf a load of himself," Tuffy said.
"You can both dream about it, as well as Amore, because it's going to be me that Smurfette is ultimately going to marry when the time smurfs," Hefty said.
"Not if the lassie asks me first, laddie," Duncan said.
"Besides, who knows if she's going to ask me to marry her?" Tuffy said.
Duncan and Hefty both laughed. "Smurfette marrying you? That will be the day!"
Soon afterward, Tapper appeared with his serving cart and brew dispenser. "Come ye, come ye, serving fresh hot brew to smurf the start of your day!" he called out.
Papa Smurf and Brainy watched as most of the Smurfs got up from their seats to get their cups of hot morning brew from Tapper. They soon sat back in their seats and drank, with their eyes lighting up like a video game.
"I don't like the smurfs of this, Papa Smurf," Brainy said.
Papa Smurf looked at the scene with scrutinizing eyes. "We'll see what happens this morning, Brainy, we'll see," Papa Smurf said.
"So Amore was having the shakes, and not just the kind from drinking too much acorn brew either," Empath said, somewhat amused. "It's too bad the Imaginarium wasn't yet in existence at the time when he had this problem."
"I felt sorry for him too, even if I couldn't smurf anything to relieve him of those feelings without compromising myself," Smurfette said. "Anyway, Gargamel was at work smurfing himself up an extract of the buzz bean that he called Caffeinatus Maximus."
"Caffeinatus Maximus?" Empath said. "Sounds like the proper Latin name for the buzz bean itself, never mind what Gargamel would make from it."
And as Smurfette's story continued, Empath saw that Gargamel was brewing up a thick black liquid from the beans of the buzz bean pods he collected, waiting with eager expectation of what it will do for him.
"This is going to be the formula that will really put the spring in my steps, Azrael," Gargamel said to his cat, who looked on with some disinterest. "With the addition of other stimulating ingredients, this will make it impossible for the Smurfs to even know when I'm coming upon them. And when I collect all the Smurfs that I need for my Philosopher's Stone, the other Smurfs will be as good as gold when I'm finished with them."
Azrael watched as his master ladled the formula from the cauldron he was brewing it in into a test tube.
"Mmmm, this stuff already smells so invigorating," Gargamel said after he gave the contents a sniff. "Now let's see how it tastes and how it works."
With a single gulp, Gargamel swallowed the contents of the test tube. He stuck out his tongue at the bitter taste of the brew, but then suddenly he could feel his heart racing and his hands and legs becoming shaky as he felt a powerful rush of energy surging through him.
Then like a bolt of lightning, Gargamel shot forth from his house, running so fast that he had no idea where he was heading, until he found himself running straight into a lake and nearly drowning.
Gargamel swam to shore and panted heavily to relax himself. "That...magic...brew...surely...gives me...a lot of...speed," he managed to say between breaths. "But at least I know...that it works."
In the village, Papa Smurf was busy with an experiment when he heard knocking on the door. He opened and found that it was Duncan.
"Papa, those laddies are really smurfing off the rails with their jobs today," Duncan said, sounding worried. "I mean, look at this!"
Papa Smurf looked and was bewildered by the sight of letters being strewn all over the place on the streets. "Great Smurfness!" he exclaimed.
"That's not all that's smurfening around here," Duncan said. "Come with me and smurf a look for yourself."
Papa Smurf followed Duncan to get a look at what Duncan wanted to show him. Most of the Smurfs seemed to act like they were high on some sort of stimulated buzz. Handy, Carpenter, and Mason were working together haphazardly on the building of a house, with the house looking like it was ready to cave in at any moment. Painter was working on so many different paintings, splashing colors on each of the different canvases, that Papa Smurf and Duncan got hit with the spray of the paint.
"I have an unsmurfy feeling that Tapper's still smurfing that buzz bean brew that he's supposed to not smurf anymore at its full strength," Papa Smurf said.
"Aye, that would not be anything the laddie would purposely smurf, unless something's got a smurf on him for doing so," Duncan said.
"Then we need to talk to him immediately and find out," Papa Smurf said.
Meanwhile, out in the forest, Farmer was leading a group of Smurfs to pick fresh smurfberries from a patch of bushes when the Smurfs in his group started to disappear one by one. He noticed that it was starting to smurf awfully quiet as he couldn't hear any of them chattering away with each other as they usually did during berry-picking.
Zipper was the only one left, who told Farmer what was going on. "Mi amigo, you think that Gargamel's somehow smurfed an invisibility formula that none of us can detect when he's smurfing?"
"Sweet mother of Smurf, I sure hope not," Farmer said. "If that wizard be smurfing that kind of formula, there's no hope for any of us to escape him."
And then suddenly Zipper saw a blur of motion as a hand appeared out of nowhere to grab Farmer and then disappear with him. Zipper turned to see that the blur of motion was caused by Gargamel running so fast that it made him almost invisible to the Smurfs.
"Santos rayos, it's that evil wizard!" Zipper said. "He's somehow made himself faster than most of the Smurfs. I've got to smurf home and warn Papa Pitufo before..."
Then the hand appeared out of nowhere and tried to grab Zipper. But Zipper was faster than the hand, and shot out of reach before the hand could take hold of him.
"Drat! He escaped!" Gargamel hissed. "But no matter...what can one Smurf like him do against the fastest wizard in the world anyway?"
And then in a flash, he was gone.
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VIC GEORGE -- Westfield, MA, USA
"Cat and mouse games really aren't much fun for us mouse types" -- Empath from "Empath The Bandit Smurf"
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Vic George The ND Guy
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posted 08-18-2025 04:40 AM
Chapter 5
"So not only were we dealing with Tapper not obeying Papa Smurf in toning down the 'buzz bean brew', we were also dealing with Gargamel creating a concoction of his own with the same purple pods to make himself the fastest wizard in the world," Empath said.
"That wasn't the only problem we were dealing with at the time, Empath," Smurfette said. "There was also the health problem that brew had smurfed upon us that smurfed so suddenly."
"A health problem with the brew?" Empath said. "This smurf would certainly like to know about what it was doing to our fellow Smurfs."
And so as Smurfette's story continued, Empath saw that Papa Smurf and Duncan had visited Tapper in his distillery, doing his work. "Tapper Smurf, what is the meaning of this?" Papa Smurf asked sternly.
"Papa Smurf, I don't understand what you're so mad about," Tapper said.
"I thought you told me you were going to smurf down the potency of this buzz bean brew so that the Smurfs aren't smurfing like crazy out there after smurfing it," Papa Smurf explained.
"Don't tell me you smurf up lied to Papa Smurf about that, laddie," Duncan said.
"I didn't lie about that, Duncan," Tapper said. "I was going to smurf what Papa Smurf had suggested that I should do when I had a smurf of conscience about it and felt that it was wrong to smurf mixture to that kind of drink."
"So you ended up disobeying Papa Smurf, and for what reason?" Duncan asked. "Just so you could obey what your holy book smurfs about mixtures?"
"I can understand being faithful to your religion and what it smurfs as far as what you should and shouldn't do, Tapper, but not at the cost of smurfing the lives of other Smurfs," Papa Smurf said.
Tapper sighed. "So I have sinned against you and my fellow Smurfs. It was not my intention to ever smurf harm to my fellow Smurfs, even for the sake of my faith. But what am I going to smurf now to smurf amends?"
"We'll figure this out somehow, Tapper," Duncan said. "It's not like the worst has smurfed to us because of this..."
"Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf!" a few Smurfs called out. Papa Smurf turned and saw that it was Hefty and Tuffy.
"The Smurfs are starting to drop smurf dead to the ground," Hefty said.
"One minute they were smurfing like a motor, and the next, they just smurfed out cold," Tuffy said.
"Great Smurfness!" Papa Smurf exclaimed. "Tapper, we'll deal with how to smurf with your act of disobedience later. Right now, we need to deal with this new problem on our hands."
"I'll smurf whatever help I can for our fellow Smurfs, Papa Smurf," Tapper said as he joined them.
The village infirmary was full of patients that Papa Smurf and a few other Smurfs helped carry. Papa Smurf and Medic worked together to examine the patients for whatever had caused their current condition.
"As far as I can tell, my little Smurfs, they're still alive, only unconscious because of hyperactivity," Papa Smurf said.
"You mean they smurfed themselves out in so quick a time as a few hours, Papa Smurf?" Medic asked.
"That's what I'm thinking, Medic," Papa Smurf said gravely.
"See, what did I tell you?" Hefty said. "I knew that this 'buzz bean brew' was going to be dangerous, and this just proves it right here."
"I'm more concerned with how we're going to smurf the laddies back on their feet after this, Hefty," Duncan said.
"If this brew is that powerful, I'm not sure what else it can smurf that would hurt us even worse, Dunk," Tuffy said.
"I can only pray this is the worst it will smurf, my friends," Tapper said.
"Papa Pitufo! Papa Pitufo!" a voice shouted as it approached the infirmary. It turned out to be Zipper. "Papa Pitufo, me and mes amigos were out in the forest today smurfing smurfberries when we were smurfed one by one by someone nobody could see except me. It turned out to be that wizard Gargamel."
"GARGAMEL?!?" the Smurfs present shouted together.
"Great Smurfiny Crickets, I can sense in my spirit that it also has something to smurf with the purple pods and the 'buzz bean brew'," Tapper said.
"If Gargamel's using those pods to make himself a superfast wizard, there's no telling where he might appear," Papa Smurf said. "Zipper, can you smurf as close to Gargamel's castle as you can without being smurfed?"
"Si, si, that I can do, Papa Pitufo!" Zipper said eagerly.
"You might be the only chance of outsmurfing the wizard, so I would suggest you smurf what you can to smurf him away from his castle so we could smurf in and rescue the captured Smurfs," Papa Smurf said.
"Is Zipper even fast enough to outrace Gargamel at this point, Papa Smurf?" Hefty asked.
"There's only one way to find out, amigo," Zipper said. And in the next moment, Zipper was gone.
"Meanwhile, we should work on helping the Smurfs recover from the oversmurfing effects of the 'buzz bean brew'," Tapper suggested.
"I'll get to smurfing on that right away," Papa Smurf said. "Meanwhile, Hefty, you take Tuffy and Duncan with you to Gargamel's castle to see if we can safely rescue the Smurfs while Zipper is dealing with Gargamel."
"Come on, Gutsy, Tuffy, we've got smurf to do," Hefty said.
"I'd only wish to be there when Zipper runs that evil wizard ragged around the forest, Hefty," Duncan said.
Zipper ran as fast as he could until he reached Gargamel's castle. There he looked in through one of the windows into the evil wizard's laboratory where he saw Gargamel at work, moving as fast as he could to create the formula he would need to make gold out of Smurfs.
He also saw the Smurfs that Gargamel had captured locked up inside a cage together. "Boy oh smurf, Gargamel's smurfing so fast that he makes me tired watching him," one Smurf said.
"How are we going to escape this time?" another Smurf asked.
"Yeah, Gargamel could easily smurf us now," a third Smurf said.
"I do not know how we be able to escape, my fellow Smurfs," Farmer said. "All that I do know is that Gargamel will eventually slow down, and at that point we should be able to smurf out of his grasp."
"That better be soon, Farmer, or else none of us is going to smurf out of here alive," a fourth Smurf said.
"You can think of escape all you want, Smurfs, but it won't do you any good as long as I can catch you before any of you can escape," Gargamel said.
"Oh yeah? Then how about you try to catch me?" Zipper said as he slipped in there to taunt the wizard.
"What's this? A Smurf who's also as fast as me?" Gargamel said, astounded by what he had seen.
"Surely a big wizard like you isn't afraid to smurf after a Smurf like me now, are you?" Zipper said.
"You're going to wish you haven't put me to the test with your flippant words, you little scamp!" Gargamel said, putting down his vials in order to move straight toward his prey.
Zipper ran and headed straight into the forest with Gargamel following straight after him. It felt like a lightning-fast cat-and-mouse chase with the evil wizard chasing after an equally fast Smurf who's just one step ahead of him.
While that was going on, Hefty, Tuffy, and Duncan arrived at the laboratory with only Azrael left to deal with. "Okay, Smurfs, you know what to do," Hefty said as Azrael charged straight for them.
"That's it, kitty, smurf straight towards us while you pay no attention to our escape," Duncan said while he and Tuffy led Azrael on a chase around the laboratory.
Hefty found the key to the cage and used it to unlock its door. "Sweet mother of Smurf, Hefty, it's about time you smurfs came to rescue us," Farmer said, sounding grateful.
"Don't thank us yet, Farmer," Hefty said. "We need to get you and the other Smurfs out of here before Gargamel returns."
Tuffy led Azrael into a mouse hole, where he got stuck inside while Tuffy escaped out from another hole. "Well, that's one last thing we have to worry about, right?" Tuffy said.
"Good work there, laddie," Duncan said. "Now it's time to smurf ourselves out of this Smurf-forsaken place."
As Hefty, Tuffy, and Duncan led the captive Smurfs out of the castle, Gargamel continued his high-speed chase of Zipper through the forest. But then he noticed something happening. "What this? My...super speed...is gone...I...can't...keep...up...with...that...Smurf..."
Zipper stopped when he saw that his pursuer had slowed to a stop. He then headed back to where he had last seen Gargamel, and saw that he had collapsed on the ground, looking very exhausted. "Aw, poor Gargamel," he mused. "He just couldn't smurf up with me in the chase."
He headed back to the Smurf Village and found Papa Smurf in his laboratory working on an antidote. "Papa Pitufo, I think Gargamel has collapsed in smurfing after me out in the forest," Zipper said.
"I'll examine him when I smurf the time, Zipper," Papa Smurf said. "For now, let me continue to smurf on the antidote to the 'buzz bean brew's' effects. Smurf me informed of Gargamel's condition until I get a chance."
"Si, si, Papa Pitufo!" Zipper said, rushing back out into the forest.
A group of Smurfs gathered around where Gargamel had collapsed in the forest, still not moving from the spot. They were checking to see if he was still alive.
"From what I can tell, he's still smurfing a pulse," Tracker said. "So I say that he's still smurfing among the living."
"That's too bad," Lazy said. "It would have been better if he weren't still smurfing."
"It must have been the weakness of his latest spell or something," Hefty said. "All that energy smurftainly drained him real good."
"But how are we going to smurf him back to his lair?" Tuffy asked. "He must weigh a few hundred pounds or more."
"We probably should wait for Papa Smurf to come, laddies," Duncan said. "He most likely has a spell that would smurf him some levitation."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Lazy said, yawning.
"Wait a minute, Smurfs," Tracker said. "I think I can hear him smurfing."
Gargamel groaned as he awakened, finding himself surrounded by Smurfs. "What luck I have to find myself with the Smurfs around me...but now I can hardly move an inch," he muttered.
"Just what is it that you smurfed to yourself to make yourself smurf fast?" Tracker asked.
"Caffeinatus Maximus," Gargamel managed to say.
"CAFFEINATUS MAXIMUS?" the Smurfs repeated together.
"It's an extract of those purple pods that I have found in the forest, like the ones you must have found," Gargamel explained. "It gives me incredible energy and superhuman speed, so I could catch you without you noticing me."
"And now it has smurfed you out, so you can barely even move," Tracker said, piecing the whole thing together.
"It must be like that 'buzz bean brew' that Tapper was brewing for us, only much worse," Duncan said.
"Well, we'd better let Papa Smurf know, so he'd know what to smurf about this situation here," Hefty said.
"You'd mean you want us to help out Gargamel, even after all the times he has tormented us, Hefty?" Tuffy asked.
"I'd rather not help Gargamel at all, but we are still Smurfs, and we still got to help him whether we like him or not," Hefty said.
"I'm going to smurf here until Papa Smurf comes, my fellow Smurfs," Tracker said. "At this rate, I won't have to worry about Gargamel smurfing anywhere."
"Aye, but you still should be careful nonetheless, laddie," Duncan said as the group of Smurfs left the scene.
Some time later, as Medic and Tapper watched over the Smurfs in the infirmary that were resting in their beds after the overdose of 'buzz bean brew', Papa Smurf arrived with a bottle. "I've done it, my little Smurfs," he said. "This extract of valerian root should smurf the job of reviving those affected by the 'buzz bean brew'."
"Oh, thank the blessed smurfs of Eire!" Tapper said. "I can only hope it works."
"There's only one way to find out, Tapper," Papa Smurf said. He poured some of the extract into the mouth of one of the bed-laid Smurfs. Instantly his eyes shot open and was wide awake.
"Wha...what happened to me, Papa Smurf?" that Smurf asked.
"You just smurfed too much of the 'buzz bean brew', my little Smurf," Papa Smurf said. "This extract just awakened you and restored you to health."
"I feel much better already, now that my heart isn't smurfing a mile a minute," that Smurf said, sounding grateful.
"Medic, make sure that the Smurfs in the infirmary smurf enough of this antidote as you can," Papa Smurf said, handing him the bottle.
"Of course, Papa Smurf," Medic said.
Soon all the Smurfs who were laid up in the infirmary found themselves alert and back on their feet again. Smurfette was among them. "Ooh, I feel like I've been smurfing near death's door," she moaned.
"Thank the Almighty that you're awake, Smurfette," Tapper said. "I'm afraid that I'm responsible for allowing you to smurf more of that 'buzz bean brew' than you should have."
"You're responsible?" Smurfette asked. "But why?"
"I admit that I smurfed to bad spiritual reasoning that I shouldn't have listened to, my dear," Tapper said. "I allowed the devil to smurf me things from my own holy book that I should have been careful not to heed to."
"You don't have to explain it to me, Tapper, because I forgive you for what you smurfed," Smurfette said.
Just then, Hefty, Tuffy, and Duncan arrived in the infirmary. "How are the laddies smurfing now, Papa Smurf?" Duncan asked.
"They should be fine now that I have smurfed them the antidote, Duncan," Papa Smurf answered. "How's Gargamel doing?"
"He can barely move an inch, Papa Smurf," Hefty said. "Right now Tracker is there smurfing him some company."
"Then I guess I'd better smurf him the antidote that will smurf him on his feet, but we should smurf far away from him when he takes it," Papa Smurf said. "There's no telling what he might smurf when he recovers."
"Aye, Papa Smurf," Duncan said.
Some time later, Tracker saw Papa Smurf fly down on Feathers carrying a bottle with him. "Is that the antidote for Gargamel?" Tracker asked.
"It certainly is, Tracker," Papa Smurf said, temporarily dismounting so he could put the bottle in Gargamel's hand. "It's best for us not to be here when he smurfs it so that he doesn't capture you."
"Whatever you smurf is best, Papa Smurf," Tracker said. He and Tracker both mounted Feathers, who took off soon afterward.
Gargamel grabbed the bottle and chugged down the contents as quickly as he could. Soon he could feel himself being invigorated and lively enough to get back on his feet.
"Curses, those Smurfs escaped again," Gargamel muttered. "And it's all because of that Caffeinatus Maximus that nearly killed me. I swear that will be the last time I try something like that to give me superspeed, but those Smurfs still haven't seen the last of me in this forest."
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VIC GEORGE -- Westfield, MA, USA
"Cat and mouse games really aren't much fun for us mouse types" -- Empath from "Empath The Bandit Smurf"
Posts: 4103 | From: Westfield, MA | Registered: Mar 2003
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Vic George The ND Guy
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posted 08-18-2025 04:47 AM
Chapter 6
"Gargamel apparently still hasn't learned his lesson after trying to use a superspeed elixir to capture the Smurfs," Empath said.
"No, but Tapper certainly has, and he has regretted smurfing us that 'buzz bean brew' when Papa Smurf told him to smurf it down," Smurfette said.
And as Smurfette continued her story, Empath saw that the Smurfs had all gathered around Papa Smurf giving Tapper a reprimand.
"Tapper Smurf, you nearly endangered your fellow Smurfs by not obeying me and serving that 'buzz bean brew' when I told you to smurf it down," Papa Smurf said rather sternly. "I really don't know how to punish you for this action, since your services as a barsmurfer are still necessary in this village."
"That's quite all right, Papa Smurf, because I was planning to give up being a barsmurfer as penance for my actions," Tapper said.
"Laddie, are you sure you want to give up smurfing drinks to your fellow Smurfs all because of that mistake?" Duncan asked.
"Yeah, that's going to be a big loss to all of us here, Tapper," Tuffy said.
"I may not be able to handle the drinks, but I still think you're necessary for the operations of this village," Hefty said.
"I say that Tapper should remain the barsmurfer until he feels it is time for him to give up the role," Smurfette said.
"I wholeheartedly agree with you, lassie," Duncan said. "Who's with me and Smurfette in keeping Tapper behind the counter of the tavern?"
Most of the Smurfs raised their hands in approval.
"Well, I think the majority of the village agrees with Duncan and Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "Tapper, I know it's going to smurf hard on your conscience for a while, but I think the village needs you more than you could ever imagine."
"I can see that, Papa Smurf," Tapper said. "Well, if it pleases the village that I should remain as a barsmurfer in my tavern, then that's where I will remain for the time smurfing."
"HURRAY!!!" all the Smurfs shouted together.
"I hate losing Tapper as a barsmurfer," Grouchy said.
"I think we should celebrate with a drink at Tapper's Tavern, tonight after all our work is smurfed," Duncan said.
"Oh gosh, a celebration drink at Tapper's Tavern!" Clumsy said rather excitedly. "Are you going to attend, Brainy?"
Brainy sighed. "Well, why not? It isn't like Tapper is going to smurf anywhere else now that he's continuing his job."
After most of the crowd had dispersed, Tapper was left standing with Papa Smurf, Duncan, and Smurfette. "What are you going to smurf with the rest of the purple pods in your possession, Tapper?" Smurfette asked.
"I'm going to do what Papa Smurf had suggested and mix the roasted beans from the pods into the acorn brew, to smurf it that extra kick that it needs every morning," Tapper said.
"A very wise decision to make, Tapper," Papa Smurf said.
"Thank you, Papa Smurf," Tapper said. "I don't think I would have known how wise that decision was until I smurfed out the hard way how unwise not following your advice would be."
"You're not alone in that, Tapper," Smurfette said. "Fortunately we still have Papa Smurf to lean on in case our own wisdom is lacking."
"I won't be with you little Smurfs forever, but I will smurf my best to make sure you smurf on the straight and narrow when it comes to smurfing the right thing," Papa Smurf said.
"I'll still be beside you, laddie, through smurf and thin to smurf you out when you need advice that your holy book may be lacking in," Duncan said.
"I do appreciate that, my good friend, as I appreciate all of you for smurfing by me during these times," Tapper said.
"And that was how we last smurfed of the 'buzz bean brew' when Tapper smurfed it for the entire village," Smurfette said when she concluded her story.
"It was an interesting story, Smurfette," Empath said. "This smurf did feel sad that it almost led to Tapper deciding to not continue on as a bartender just because of his one mistake."
"I felt bad about it too," Smurfette said. "But at least we all learned something from that incident, and it made me want to forsmurf ever drinking beverages like that again."
"Well, this smurf certainly won't miss it, even if this smurf never had a cup of that brew to begin with," Empath said. "Anyway, this smurf feels ready to take on the new day ahead."
"Oh good," Smurfette said. "Maybe you can help with my gardening today. I do need to smurf some fertilizer to smurf my flowers to grow."
"And you're looking at this smurf to do the job since you need a good amount of fertilizer for your gardens," Empath said.
"Well, you are a big strong Smurf, and you look like you need the exercise to get you smurfing this morning," Smurfette said.
Empath yawned. "Okay, for you this smurf will help you out this morning. Just don't expect this to be an ongoing thing for every morning that you need a hand with your gardening."
"What, you don't like smurfing around fertilizer for me?" Smurfette asked.
"It's the smell of the job that this smurf doesn't particularly care for," Empath said. "It's not the most particularly greatest smell in the world."
"I know, but you're used to smurfing that kind of job ever since you first smurfed to the village years ago," Smurfette said.
"This smurf will do it for you, Smurfette, even if this smurf has to wear a clothespin on this smurf's nose," Empath said.
Smurfette giggled. "I'll even provide the clothespin if you need one."
"This smurf will happily appreciate that," Empath said while pinching his nose, causing both himself and Smurfette to laugh.
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VIC GEORGE -- Westfield, MA, USA
"Cat and mouse games really aren't much fun for us mouse types" -- Empath from "Empath The Bandit Smurf"
Posts: 4103 | From: Westfield, MA | Registered: Mar 2003
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