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Topic: "Who's That Smurfette?" -- the full story
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Vic George The ND Guy
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posted 12-26-2022 06:57 AM
Here is my adaptation of the classic Smurf story "The Smurfette" for my EMPATH: The Luckiest Smurf story series. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Empath's personal journal.
It is now the fiftieth birthday of this smurf's daughter Psycheliana. This smurf is amazed at how she's growing into a young girl Smurf just like her mother, yet she's also taken after looking like her aunt Sassette back when she was her age. She's at the age where she can begin her training with her minds-eye abilities, but since there are no other Psyches in this village and Polaris Psyche has moved to Smurfette Island with his wife, it falls entirely upon this smurf to train her properly. This smurf doesn't know how good of a teacher that this smurf will be in this area of expertise, but the one thing this smurf will not do is send Psycheliana away to Psychelia in order to get the best training, even if the Psyches are the best teachers in telepathy and telekinesis. Smurfette seems to have faith that this smurf's knowledge will be sufficient enough for teaching Psycheliana, and that she may be able to learn new abilities that this smurf has not ever learned before. This smurf trusts in Smurfette enough to feel that she may be correct in judging this smurf's potential abilities as a teacher.
It was the evening of Psycheliana's 50th birthday party, and Papa Smurf was glad to see as many of his little Smurfs and their children gather around the X-shaped table in the village square to celebrate his granddaughter's birthday. Psycheliana herself was so excited that she couldn't wait to blow out the candles of her birthday cake that Greedy Smurf had baked for her, nor could she wait to open the presents that her fellow Smurflings gave her, including her closest friend Miracle.
By the time the party was over, Psycheliana walked home with her parents Empath and Smurfette when she thought of something to ask. "Mama Smurf, how does this smurf sense that you're younger than Papa Smurf?" she asked.
"Liana, you should never ask a female Smurf about her age, because it's just simply impolite," Empath said.
"That's okay, Empath," Smurfette said. "I don't mind that it's our daughter who's asking me how old I really am. It would be really impossible for me to hide the truth from her since she can smurf whatever it is that I'm thinking."
"I don't mean to pry, Mama Smurf, if that question makes you feel uncomfortable to answer," Psycheliana said. "I just can't help smurfing this feeling of sadness that you have about where it is that you smurfed from."
"It's something this smurf was hoping that you would ask a little later in life when your Mama Smurf feels that you're ready for it, Liana," Empath said.
"Well, I think that she's more than ready to know, Empath," Smurfette said. "When you get smurfed in your bed, Liana, I will smurf you everything you need to know about how I smurfed to be. Is that smurfy enough for you?"
"Sure, Mama Smurf, I'll smurf myself ready right now," Psycheliana said as soon as they reached the door to their house and went inside. Empath and Smurfette dropped their daughter's presents by the table near the door and watched as Psycheliana rushed to her bedroom to get herself ready for bed.
"Seeing Liana being this eager to smurf herself ready for bedtime is something this smurf wishes was part of this smurf's own life as a Smurfling, Smurfette," Empath said as they watched their child together.
"She does make me wish that her childhood was my own, Empath," Smurfette said. "I'm just glad that she gets to experience it as a female Smurf that I gave smurf to, and without having to be smurfed away from home like you were."
"Even with all the struggles we smurfed through together in raising our own child straight from diapers to this point in time, this smurf would say that it was all worth it, Smurfette," Empath said.
"We're not finished with that job yet, Empath," Smurfette said. "There's still 50 more years to smurf for her before she becomes an adult Smurf. When she finally smurfs off on her own, then we can say that it was all worth it."
"Let's try to remain optimistic about this, Smurfette," Empath said. "50 years for a Smurf is basically a landmark event that we should celebrate our abilities as parents. We made it this far and we haven't lost anything except control of our tempers once in a while."
"You sure you'd be ready to smurf another child into this world now that we know how to raise the one that we have, Empath?" Smurfette asked, looking straight into his eyes when she asked that.
Empath felt himself getting a little uneasy. "This smurf thinks that we should settle on making sure Liana becomes an adult Smurf first before we have any others," he answered.
Soon Psycheliana called out from her bedroom, "Okay, Mama, I'm all set with my jammies on."
"You want this smurf to be with you when you tell your story to Liana?" Empath asked Smurfette.
"I'll be fine smurfing this by myself, Empath," Smurfette said as she gave him a kiss. "You smurf yourself ready for bed and I'll join you when I'm finished."
"Yes, Mama Smurf," Empath said with a slight chuckle. Smurfette slapped him playfully in the behind and watched as he went off toward their bedroom to change into his night clothes.
Smurfette then went into her daughter's bedroom, seeing that she was already in bed waiting for her. "I'm ready to smurf your story about how you came to be, Mama Smurf," Psycheliana said.
Smurfette pulled up a chair and sat beside her daughter. "You see, Liana, there was this evil wizard named Gargamel who lived in the forest up to fifteen years before you were born."
"I know that he tried many times to capture the Smurfs, Mama Smurf, but why is it that he hated the Smurfs so much?" Psycheliana asked.
"Well, Liana, it was because Gargamel wanted to create the Philosopher's Stone, and to do that he needed a single Smurf...which turned out to be an error because what he really needed were six Smurfs," Smurfette said. "Anyway, Gargamel didn't like that the Smurfs were able to smurf into his house and free the captured Smurf that he had, and so he smurfed on a way to destroy them once and for all..."
As Psycheliana listened to her Mama Smurf's story, she saw in her mind the castle of the evil wizard Gargamel standing outside the Smurf Forest in the middle of the night with all the lights on as the wizard fussed and fumed, trying to keep his anger directed at the Smurfs in control for as much as he could while he was talking to his cat Azrael.
"This anger that I have toward the Smurfs vexes me, Azrael," Gargamel said. "'They're just harmless little blue creatures', I keep telling myself...and yet they have managed to sneak into my hovel without me knowing about it and watched me prepare the formula for creating the Philosopher's Stone, waited for the right moment to pounce on me, and what's worse, they mixed up my evil formulas so that I ended up shrinking myself to their size instead of being a giant. Ooooh, how I hate them so much that I want to destroy them...but the question is how."
Azrael just meowed a response of indifference, as if he couldn't care less about his master's predicament.
"Well, my lazy little feline, the past month of studying up on the Smurfs without them knowing about it has given me a little insight on how I can destroy those little blue wretches," Gargamel said. "According to the book of legendary creatures of the forest, Smurfs are supposed to be a group of male and female beings...and yet from what I have seen of them, there isn't even a single female among the generation that wears white clothes. That means that if they don't have a female Smurf, they can't create another generation of those happy little blue pests."
Azrael perked his ears when he heard that and meowed something that sounded like, "No females?"
"That's right, my brown furball, no female Smurfs," Gargamel said. "Oh, I could wait and see what they will do if they didn't have any females that they could create another generation with. But then I was thinking, 'why bother waiting when you can create something that will hasten their destruction', and that was when inspiration finally hit me: I will make something for the Smurfs that will hasten their destruction in the most interesting way, and through the weakest part of their little blue bodies -- their little blue hearts. This creation through a spell that I have found in one of my books will have all the alluring charm that I will need to make the Smurfs fall for her like insects being lured into a spider's web."
Azrael watched as Gargamel gathered up things in his laboratory for the project that he was about to work on, curious to see its end result.
"With this handful of blue clay that I found in a swamp, and these ingredients for a spell that would bring inanimate material to life, I shall bring forth the very instrument of the Smurfs' downfall -- the Smurfette," Gargamel said, as he gathered the ingredients together and mixed them in his cauldron. "Crocodile tears, nightshade, wormwood, hemlock, bloodroot, poison ivy, moonseed, black hellebore, sugar, cinnamon, thorns of a rose, and a stone for a heart."
He then immersed the sculpted form of a female Smurf into the mixture and recited the following words:
Wrath of the wind, Cry of the blue,
Howl of the Wolf where there isn't a moon,
Magical Mixture, Magical Spell,
Bring life to this creature at the sound of this bell.
As the spell he cast on the sculpted form took effect, she rose from the cauldron, opened her eyes, and saw her evil creator for the first time, smiling a very wicked smile.
"It worked!" Gargamel exclaimed, very excited about his new creation. "I have finally brought life to the very thing that would bring doom to those wretched blue beings! She will lure them through their hearts to their own destruction!"
A day later, Papa Smurf sent a group of Smurfs out to work on the bridge over the River Smurf. Handy, Hefty, and Duncan joined the group and worked as hard as they could to get as much work done before lunchtime.
"I'll be glad when the day's over, laddies," Duncan said as he was carrying some logs over to be placed on the bridge and hammered in. "Another day of work and this bridge will be good as smurf."
"So you planning on smurfing over with us to Tapper's Tavern after dinner, Hefty?" Handy asked.
"Naaah, it's just the same old thing night after night, Handy," Hefty said. "Besides, you know that I can't drink sarsaparilla ale, even as much as I would want to drink Gutsy under the table."
"That's why I'll always smurf up on top of you, laddie," Duncan said. "You've got to have the constitution of a McSmurf if you're going to smurf a chance of outsmurfing me with a keg full of ale."
"You want to ruin your health, Gutsy, that's your smurfness," Hefty said. "Me, I'll be fine by myself smurfing a few exercises before bed to smurf me in shape for the following morning."
"Why not just smurf by for a glass of tomato juice before you smurf off and do your exercises, Hefty?" Handy asked.
"Maybe I will, Handy, but unless there's something smurfing on at the tavern that's going to be different, you won't see me smurfing away my nights in it like the rest of you," Hefty said.
"Well, suit yourself there, laddie," Duncan said. "You might as well go smurf the other side of the bridge and see how the work is smurfing."
"I'm already on it," Hefty said as he made his way across the unfinished structure to the other side of the bridge. That was when he heard the faint sound of someone crying. "Hey, what is that?" he asked.
"I don't know, Hefty," a Smurf said as he stopped to listen to whatever it was that Hefty was hearing. "Maybe Weepy's smurfed off into the forest to cry or something."
"I'll go and smurf to see who it is," Hefty said as he headed into the forest toward the sound of the crying.
He didn't go far to find out, for just beyond the other side of the bridge, a little beyond where anybody could see, Hefty found a blue-skinned female by herself, sitting with her head buried. "I'm so lost, so lonely, and so frightened," she sobbed.
"Is there anything I can smurf you with?" he asked politely.
The female raised her head and saw that it was a Smurf asking her. "Oh, you startled me," the female said.
"Sorry about that," Hefty said. "I was just hearing somebody crying out here in the forest and came to smurf who it was, that's all."
"I was lost in the forest on my way to the Smurf Village. I was wondering if you could smurf me the way!" she said, wiping away her tears.
Hefty wasn't sure he knew her well enough to offer any help yet. But he did feel his heart going out to her. "You mean...that you're a Smurf?" he asked. "I've never smurfed the likes of you before!"
The female laughed at him, though not insultingly. "No, you silly, I'm a Smurfette!" she answered. "Don't you know what a Smurfette looks like?"
Hefty looked at her a bit increduously. "You mean...you're a female Smurf?"
"Well, what else would I be?" Smurfette said, batting her eyes. "Don't you like what you see?"
Hefty wasn't sure of what to say, as he was feeling some sort of attraction towards her. "Uh, gee, I don't know."
"Oh, I promise that you will," Smurfette said.
Hefty found himself staring at her before he realized he needed to do or say something. "Look, me and my fellow Smurfs are heading back to the village soon," Hefty said. "You can follow us home and talk to Papa Smurf about smurfing there!"
Hefty started to walk away to lead the Smurfette toward the village when she called out, "Wait a minute...aren't you going to smurf me up?"
Hefty stopped, wondering what to do. And then he went back over and pulled her up by the hand onto her feet. She was so startled by his strength and sudden swiftness, she nearly fell into Hefty's arms.
"Well, you sure know how to smurf a girl onto her feet!" she managed to say, a bit embarrassed.
Back at the bridge, Handy and Duncan noticed that Hefty didn't come back alone. "Say, who's the frizzy-haired lassie that Hefty just smurfed back here with?" Duncan wondered.
"I don't know, Duncan," Handy said. "I don't think that I have ever smurfed the likes of her before."
The other Smurfs also stopped what they were doing to see the female Smurf that was with Hefty. "Oooh, I've never seen so many boy Smurfs before...so brave, so strong, and so handsome," Smurfette said.
"There are some stones that we can smurf across the river on to smurf to the other side, Smurfette," Hefty offered as he began to jump down into the gulley.
"Hey, wait a minute," Smurfette said, stopping him from going any further. "Aren't you going to carry me across the river like a real gentlesmurf?"
Hefty looked at her, wondering what he was going to do. And then he hopped back up, slung Smurfette over his shoulder, and hopped across the river carrying her.
"Say, laddie, that's not the proper way to be smurfing a lassie around anywhere," Duncan said after Hefty and Smurfette made it to the other side and Hefty put her back on her feet.
"And where did that female Smurf come from, anyway?" Handy asked.
"I didn't ask her, and she didn't tell me, Handy," Hefty said. "I was going to bring her to Papa Smurf so that she could explain it herself."
"Oh, this Smurf is so cute with the sideburns on his face," Smurfette said, looking at Duncan. "What's your name?"
Duncan found himself staring at Smurfette before he answered her. "Oh, uh, the name is Duncan McSmurf, lassie, which is what I prefer to be called. And you are...?"
"Oh, you can just call me Smurfette," she answered.
"And you can call me anytime, Smurfette," Handy said, also finding himself just staring at Smurfette. "I mean, you can call me Handy."
Smurfette giggled. "I bet that you must be really handy with your tools, huh?"
Hefty noticed that the other Smurfs have stopped working altogether and just stared at Smurfette. "Well, what are you all smurfing at?" Hefty said. "Haven't any of you seen a female Smurf before?"
"Honestly, Hefty, it's been a long time since we have last seen a female Smurf," one of the other Smurfs said.
"Yeah, it's making us wonder what a female Smurf even looks like," another Smurf said, with several other Smurfs agreeing with him.
"Well, let's get ourselves back to smurfing our work right this minute," Handy said to the other Smurfs. He then turned to Hefty and said, "Maybe it would be better to bring Smurfette to the village right now, just so that we don't get distracted from our work."
"I'd be happy to escort the pretty raven-haired lassie to the village," Duncan offered.
"I smurfed her out in the forest, Gutsy, so I might as well be the one who will be her escort," Hefty said.
Duncan snorted. "Very well, but don't you be forgetting that my name is Duncan, laddie."
As Smurfette followed Hefty on his way back to the village, Smurfette asked Hefty, "I wonder why you have those hearts smurfed on your big strong arms."
"Oh, they're just my tattoos, Smurfette," Hefty said. "You know, I wear them because I like to show that I am a big and strong Smurf. By the way, you act as if you have never seen a male Smurf before. I guess I'm wondering why."
"That's something that I can't explain, Hefty," Smurfette said. "But I'm sure that a big strong Smurf like you wouldn't mind having me smurf around the village, would you?"
"Uh, of course not, Smurfette," Hefty said. "I'm sure you'll find something useful in the village to occupy your time with."
Smurfette looked sideways out toward the forest with a slight smirk. "I'm very sure that I will, Hefty."
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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 12-26-2022 06:59 AM
Chapter 2
"So that's what you looked like back then when you weren't a Smurf, Mama?" Psycheliana asked.
"Of course, my dear," Smurfette said. "I really wasn't much to smurf at, since my master didn't create me to be beautiful by anyone's standard except his own. I was surprised that the Smurfs were even interested in me at all, but that was because they haven't seen a female Smurf in a long while since their parents have smurfed away."
"So Uncle Hefty smurfed you into the village to see Grandpa Smurf...what else had happened?" Psycheliana asked.
"It was on my way there that I have met your Uncle Tapper, Liana," Smurfette said. "I didn't know that he would smurf such an important role in my becoming a real Smurf at first, but over the years I would find myself grateful that he cared about me enough to smurf what I would become."
And as Smurfette continued her story, Liana saw Hefty and Smurfette arrive in the village just as Tapper also arrived with a big batch of sarsaparilla that he was carrying in a wagon. "Greetings, my fellow Hefty," Tapper said pleasantly. "I see that you have a companion with you who is also a Smurf, and a female one at that. May I ask where it is you have found her?"
"She was just near the bridge where I have smurfed into her, Tapper," Hefty said. "She said that she was lost finding her way to the village, and so I decided to bring her here with me."
"And what shall I call you, my dear?" Tapper asked.
"Oh, you can call me Smurfette," she answered as she cast her eyes on Tapper. "You know, you smurf so handsome with the vest and the bow tie, Tapper."
Tapper found himself staring at Smurfette, uncertain of what to say to her. "Yes, well, I'm very pleased to meet your acquaintance, uh...Smurfette. I'm sorry that I can't stay and smurf with you right now, but I do need to smurf the sarsaparilla to the distillery as soon as possible. I would like to smurf with you later so that we could better smurf to know each other. Farewell."
Smurfette watched as Tapper went off in another direction. "I wonder what's wrong with him, Hefty. Did I smurf something terrible?"
"Oh, he's just busy being the village bartender, that's all, Smurfette," Hefty said. "We might as well go find Papa Smurf so you can smurf him where it is that you've smurfed from."
As they approached Papa Smurf's laboratory, Brainy and Clumsy saw Hefty with Smurfette. "Oh, gee, Brainy, that female Smurf sure looks pretty," Clumsy said. "I wonder where Hefty have found her, and where she smurfed from."
"Oh, Clumsy, there can't be another Smurf Village within the same forest as ours, so it's reasonable that she would have to smurf from a very long distance from us," Brainy said. "Besides, I don't see anything about this female Smurf that you would call 'pretty', even if she happens to be the only female Smurf that we have actually seen in a very long time."
Other Smurfs have started to gather around Hefty and Smurfette to see this new female visitor for themselves. Like the Smurfs at the bridge, they couldn't help looking at her and wondering where it is she had come from.
Then Papa Smurf arrived at the scene, stepping out of his laboratory. "Smurf is me, I don't believe that I have ever smurfed you around here before, my young lady," Papa Smurf said. "What is your name?"
"I am Smurfette, and you must be Papa Smurf," Smurfette said. "I don't know where it is that I have smurfed from, but I have been lost in this forest trying to find my way to this village, and I really don't have any other place to smurf. I was wondering if I could smurf here until I can find out for myself."
Brainy leaned close to Papa Smurf and spoke in a low voice so that others would not hear. "I'm not sure if I can trust a Smurfette that doesn't know where she smurfs from to let her smurf in our village with us, Papa Smurf."
"Brainy, being hospitable to visitors, even if they're Smurfs, is part of what makes us Smurfs, and I'm not going to smurf her out of the village just on vague suspicions alone," Papa Smurf spoke back in a low voice. "I'm willing to smurf her the benefit of a doubt."
"If you insist, Papa Smurf, but I will be watching her to see what she smurfs," Brainy said.
Papa Smurf then turned to face Smurfette. "You can smurf with us for as long as you like, or until we can find out where it is you smurf from," he said. "My little Smurfs will help you out in any way possible, though all we can ask of you is to smurf something to the community."
"Thank you, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said, sounding as honestly as she could.
"I think there's a vacant house that we can let you smurf in for as long as you're going to be here," Papa Smurf said as he took Smurfette with him around the village, looking at all the mushroom houses until he found the one that looked like nobody lived in it. They stepped inside and saw that it was fully furnished with a bed and a dresser, but with very little else.
"It doesn't smurf like much, but at least it would be perfect for my new home, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said.
"I'll have my little Smurfs fix up your house to be just the way that you like it, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "For now, make yourself at home and don't be afraid to get acquainted with your fellow Smurfs in the neighborhood. I'll be around to see how you're smurfing with getting yourself settled in."
Smurfette watched as Papa Smurf left her house before she closed the door. She then reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a compact that she opened, waving her hand over the mirror so that her reflection had changed to the image of her master Gargamel. "I am here, Master Gargamel," she said.
"I trust that you have made your way to the Smurf Village, my little Smurfette," Gargamel hinted.
"Yes, Master Gargamel," Smurfette replied. "The other Smurfs don't suspect anything of me yet."
"Then we shall keep it that way," Gargamel warned her. "Right now, you know what your purpose in the village is. The sooner we have those Smurfs all falling for you, the sooner we can spring the trap on them. Remember that I have made you, and I can break you just as easily, so do not fail me, ever!"
Smurfette gulped. "Yes, Master Gargamel," she said, before she closed up her compact. She realized that now was the time to get started on attracting her fellow Smurfs so that she could destroy them.
She put her compact away and went to the door of her house, opening it just as Carpenter was outside doing some painting around her house. She didn't notice that he was there until the door opened and knocked him right in the side of his face. "Ouch!" he cried out.
"Oops, sorry," Smurfette said with a giggle. "What were you doing smurfing outside my house like that?"
Carpenter felt himself getting rather dizzy. "Well...I just figured...you're the new Smurf around here...that I would...smurf your house the ol'...smurfer-upper, you know...give it a Smurfette's touch and all..."
"Really?" Smurfette said. "You remind me of Handy with those overalls. Are you and him the only Smurfs that wear those kind of clothes?"
"These old duds?" Carpenter said after shaking off the dizziness. "Heck, Mason and Potter also wear them, too. Why are you so interested unless you happen to like Smurfs wearing overalls?"
"Oh, I just want to know everybody around here before...uh, we smurf something fun together, that's all," Smurfette said. "You can keep painting my house if you want...I'll smurf you later."
"Yeah, sure thing, Smurfette," Carpenter said as he resumed his painting job, not noticing that Smurfette was snickering to herself behind his back.
In another part of the village, Dimwitty was helping Tuffy with hammering in a post. "Remember to keep your focus on smurfing the post and not my head, Dimwitty, you got that?" Tuffy said.
"Oh, sure thing, Tuffy," Dimwitty said. He started hammering away at the post when Smurfette appeared.
"Hi there, boys," Smurfette pleasantly greeted as she struck an attractive pose.
Dimwitty turned his head when Smurfette arrived. "Oh, hi there, Smurfette," Dimwitty said, paying no attention to his hammering and causing Tuffy to be hammered into the ground instead of the post.
"Dimwitty, you idiot, I told you to watch where you hammer!" Tuffy shouted.
"Oops...uh, sorry there, Tuffy," Dimwitty said sheepishly.
"Not half as sorry as you're going to be, and you can blame it on her for distracting you," Tuffy said.
"Now look what you've done, Smurfette," Dimwitty said. "You shouldn't be smurfing around here where Smurfs are supposed to concentrate on their work."
"I'm sorry if I smurfed your attention away from your work, Dimwitty," Smurfette said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. She then walked away and began to think to herself, This job of attracting the Smurfs is going to need a more subtle approach. Then she suddenly came up with an idea. "I know...I'll just invite the Smurfs to a picnic."
Sometime later, Papa Smurf was walking around observing his little Smurfs doing their daily tasks. He saw that Hefty was outside Harmony's house with a wagon full of firewood that they have collected together. "Thanks for helping me smurf up all this firewood, Hefty," Harmony said.
"No problem, Harmony," Hefty said. "I may not like your style of music, but at least I'll be there to smurf you a hand with whatever it is you need. By the way, I just received something in the mail that came from Smurfette."
"A letter from Smurfette already?" Harmony said. "What is it that she wanted?"
"Oh, it's for some picnic date out in the forest that I can't go on because I have some important things to smurf," Hefty said, as he handed Harmony the letter. "I was thinking that you might want to smurf on the picnic date instead."
"Me?" Harmony said. "I would like to, but I've got to practice my horn playing."
"Shame," Hefty said with a sigh. "I'll see if there's any other Smurf who would be willing to accept the invitation then. Sorry to bother you."
Papa Smurf watched as Hefty tried to pass the invitation onto other Smurfs, one by one, only to get rejected as each Smurf had their own things to do.
"I've got a cake to bake that requires my attention," Greedy said.
"I've got an important building project to smurf on," Handy said.
"Mon ami, I've got a masteurpiesa to smurf on all afternoon," Painter said.
"Are you kidding? I'm busy trying to compose my latest epic poem," Poet said.
"I have a beauty treatment that's going to smurf all my time," Vanity said.
"I'm rather busy smurfing out my rock collection," Clumsy said.
"I hate picnic dates," Grouchy said.
And this went on until, after the last Smurf had turned down the invitation, Hefty just threw the invitation onto the ground and sighed, realizing that nobody was going to take up the offer of the picnic date.
Papa Smurf picked up the invitation and read it himself. "Oh, how I wish that I could be the one to go on this picnic date, but alas, even I have some important work to do in my laboratory," he said before he threw the invitation away.
Out in the forest, in the meantime, Smurfette was sitting with her picnic blanket and basket full of food, patiently waiting for some Smurf to arrive and keep her company. After a good long wait, though, she could see that nobody was coming.
"Gee, all this trouble just to smurf up a picnic," Smurfette sighed as she cradled her head in her hands. "I can only wonder why nobody's coming."
Then suddenly she could hear a Smurf snickering as he approached her at the picnic spot. "Well, hello there," Smurfette said. "And who might you be?"
"My name is Jokey, and I came by here to smurf you a little present," Jokey said as he showed Smurfette the gift box he was carrying.
"A present for little old me?" Smurfette said, sounding flattered. "Oh, how sweet of you. I wonder what it is that you have smurfed me for a present."
"Why don't you open it to find out?" Jokey said. "It's a surprise."
Smurfette decided to do just that. She opened the gift box, only to find that it exploded on her, smudging her face and dress in soot.
Jokey then burst out laughing. "See, Smurfette? I told you that it was a surprise!"
After Jokey walked away, Smurfette began to think to herself, This isn't working out quite like I planned. I'm going to need to smurf something else if I can't lure them out...but what?
Tapper saw Smurfette return to the village, her face and dress still smudged in soot, as he was heading out of the distillery with a keg of sarsaparilla ale. "Great Smurfiny Crickets, my dear Smurfette, it looks like Jokey has smurfed you with one of his surprises, hasn't he?" Tapper said.
"Oh, this?" Smurfette said. "It's nothing, really. I just need to wash myself off and I'll be fine. Do you know where Greedy Smurf is?"
"Last I heard, Greedy was at the village dam, helping Farmer irrigate his crops with the water from the lake, Smurfette," Tapper answered.
"A dam?" Smurfette said, sounding like the mention of it has peaked her interest.
"It's the only thing that's keeping this village from smurfing underwater, my dear," Tapper said. "The thing that controls the water flow is the sluice gate. You don't want to smurf with it if you don't know exactly what you're smurfing."
"I'll be sure to remember that, Tapper," Smurfette said. "By the way, why is he called Greedy?"
"Truth to tell, Smurfette, he's the best cook in the village...in fact so much the best that he likes to eat his own cooking, and more than his fair smurf," Tapper said. "He can even smurf so far as to eat whatever anybody else is smurfing him, so be careful if you decide to smurf up a little dessert item for yourself."
"Oh, I will, Tapper," Smurfette said. "Thank you for telling me." She then noticed that Tapper was looking at her as if he was scrutinizing something about her. "Is there something the matter?"
"Hmmm...it's probably nothing, my dear Smurfette," Tapper said. "But something in my spirit tells me there's aught about you that isn't quite right...like you're struggling with something in your spirit, perhaps." He then let out a frustrated sigh. "Ah, don't pay much attention to it. I just may not be used to the fact that there is now a female Smurf among us. Anyway, I'll see you later."
As Tapper then walked off with his keg, Smurfette then decided, If I can't lure the Smurfs out, then maybe I can flood them out.
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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 12-26-2022 07:06 AM
Chapter 3
Greedy was at the dam's gateswitch platform, monitoring the water control at the dam while thinking of some delicious dessert he wanted to eat that day, when Smurfette arrived with something from his kitchen. "Oh, Greedy, I have this wonderful smurfberry cake that I made just for you," she purred.
Greedy's eyes widened when he saw Smurfette with the cake, and his mouth drooled. "Oh, Smurfette, you shouldn't have..." he remarked.
"Wait a minute, Greedy," Smurfette snapped, snatching the cake away before Greedy could touch it. "Won't you smurf me what that switch does?"
Greedy decided he could wait a minute or so just to answer Smurfette's question. "Oh, you see, this switch controls the flow of water that smurfs into the village..."
"But won't you show me how it does that?" Smurfette asked persuasively.
"Well...gee, I don't know if I should...," Greedy pondered. "If too much water smurfs out of there, it could flood the entire village."
"Not even for a bite of this scrumptious smurfberry cake I made for you?" Smurfette pleaded, pushing her persuasion even further. "Please?!?"
Greedy had to admit -- Smurfette had a way of making him feel like doing anything for her. "Well, maybe just for a bit I can smurf you," he answered.
As Smurfette watched, Greedy pushed the switch away from him, and the water came gushing out from the dam. Further down into the village, other Smurfs began noticing that a bit too much water from the dam was pouring its way down there, and some of them began to wonder what was going on at the dam.
"Okay, Smurfette, I think it's time that we closed up the gate," Greedy said as he was about to pull the lever back toward him to close up the dam when Smurfette suddenly grabbed it and pulled as hard as she could to keep the gate open.
"Smurfette! What are you doing?" Greedy yelped.
"I'm not done smurfing what that gate does, Greedy!" Smurfette shouted back.
Greedy found himself playing tug-of-war with Smurfette. "If we don't close the gate soon, the entire village will be flooded!" he warned her.
"Well, that is exactly what I had in mind," Smurfette retorted, "and you're not going to stop me!"
But eventually the gate switch broke and Smurfette found herself falling off the platform. Greedy watched in horror, calling out for Smurfette as she plunged herself into the raging waters gushing out of the gate.
Down in the village, the Smurfs were seeing that the water from the dam continued to flow, hinting that something was wrong. "If we don't get that dam smurfed up, the whole village will be underwater, Papa Smurf," Brainy said.
"I agree with you, Brainy," Papa Smurf said. "Hefty, Handy, Duncan, come with me to the dam and see if we can get the sluice gate closed up."
Papa Smurf, Hefty, Handy, Duncan, and a few other Smurfs went up toward the dam, following the path of the flowing water, when they heard a cry of help. "Michty me, it's the raven-haired lassie!" Duncan said.
"Hefty, you and Duncan work together to try to rescue Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "I will proceed to the dam with Handy."
"Come on, boys, let's get smurfing," Hefty said as he, Duncan, and a few other Smurfs formed a chain with Hefty waiting near the water until Smurfette came close enough. "Grab my hand, Smurfette!" he called out.
Smurfette grabbed onto Hefty's hand, and the others pulled as hard as they could until Hefty and Smurfette were both safe on dry land. Meanwhile, Papa Smurf and Greedy lowered Handy down to the sluice gate, where he used a hammer to pound on the gate until it was sealed shut.
"Oh, thank you for rescuing me," Smurfette said to the Smurfs who were with her. "I was up at the dam when it started to oversmurf, and I fell in when I tried to stop the water from oversmurfing."
"Thank smurfness that we smurfed you out before you got smurfed away, lassie," Duncan said.
"Yeah, but how did the dam start oversmurfing in the first place?" Hefty wondered.
"I'll tell you how, Hefty," Greedy said as soon as he, Handy, and Papa Smurf joined the others. "Smurfette was responsible for this. She lured me with a smurfberry cake into opening up the sluice gate, and then just when I was going to close it up, she forced it to remain open because she wanted to flood the village."
"What, me responsible?" Smurfette said, trying to sound innocent. "But I could never hurt another Smurf like you...would I?"
"This is a serious charge smurfed against you, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "I'm afraid we have no choice but to smurf you on trial for this act of endangerment."
"Great Ancestors, Mama, that doesn't sound very smurfy of you to do to all my Uncle Smurfs," Psycheliana said.
"I know, and I regret having smurfed it in the first place, Liana," Smurfette said. "Your Grandpa had Uncle Hefty and Uncle Duncan smurf guard outside a house they were using as a prison for me, to keep me from smurfing anything else that would endanger the other Smurfs. It was during that time that your Uncle Tapper came to visit me at the prison."
"He must have known what would become of you from the Almighty that he smurfs to," Psycheliana said.
"I didn't know about his Almighty at that time, which made me surprised that he would smurf such a thing for me," Smurfette said.
And as Smurfette continued her tale, Psycheliana saw in her mother's mind Tapper come to the door of the prison that Smurfette was held in. "Halt!" Hefty commanded as he and Duncan blocked the door with their halberds. "What is your purpose for smurfing the prisoner before her trial, Tapper?"
"I have told Papa Smurf that I would be her defense at the trial, my friend, and I believe she has a right to speak on her behalf for what she has done before any sentence is carried out," Tapper answered.
"She needs a defense? The little Smurfette who tried to drown us and the whole village?" Hefty asked, sounding derisive.
"I suppose that this smurfs from the Almighty you believe in that you would smurf to her defense at a time like this, laddie," Duncan said.
"Aye, it indeed has, my fellow Duncan, for the Almighty has revealed to me what would become of Smurfette, and I would willingly smurf my life for hers if that's what is commanded of me to smurf from Him," Tapper responded.
"You and that Almighty of yours," Hefty scoffed.
"Well, I trust Tapper to know what he's smurfing, so I say we let him smurf what he has to for the poor lassie, Hefty," Duncan said, retracting his halberd from the door before Hefty did the same and allowed Tapper to enter.
He saw Smurfette just sitting on a chair, looking puzzled and a bit scared. "Tapper, I didn't think you would come to visit me at a time like this," she said as soon as she saw him entering. "But why would you smurf that for me?"
"I am smurfing this because I care for you, Smurfette, and because the Almighty has smurfed to me what will become of you, so I am here to protect you until that purpose smurfs to pass," Tapper answered.
"But I don't deserve the kindness that you would smurf to me at a time like this," Smurfette said, sounding sincere.
"Of course you don't, Smurfette, but I am offering myself anyway to be your defense because I would smurf my life for you as the Almighty has smurfed the life of His only begotten Son for me and for you," Tapper said.
"I'm afraid of what I have to smurf about myself to the other Smurfs," Smurfette said.
"Whatever you have to smurf about yourself, you can smurf it to me, and I will not reveal it to the others unless you're uncomfortable about smurfing it yourself," Tapper said. "You have my word on that promise."
"Please hold me and I will tell you," Smurfette said. And as Tapper held Smurfette close to himself to comfort her, Smurfette whispered in his ear the truth about herself.
A few minutes later, Hefty knocked on the door. "Tapper, the trial is about to begin. We will need to escort the prisoner to the trial," he called out.
"Then I will smurf beside her during the trial, Hefty," Tapper responded. "Are you ready to face the accusations against you, my dear Smurfette?"
"I will be, as long as you're smurfing with me, Tapper," Smurfette answered, as Tapper took her by the hand when they both left the prison together.
Soon the whole village was gathered around as Papa Smurf held a trial against Smurfette for her reckless behavior of attempting to flood the village. Hefty and Duncan stood by the wagon that Smurfette was standing in, brandishing halberds as they prepared themselves for carrying out the sentence that would be handed to the defendant. Tapper stood by Smurfette to offer her comfort and defense in case she needed it, despite what anyone else thought of her.
"Are there any last words that you wish to smurf on your behalf before the sentence is carried out?" Papa Smurf said to Smurfette after all the charges were brought against her.
"Don't be afraid, Smurfette," Tapper said quietly to Smurfette, holding her hand. "Just smurf them the truth like you have smurfed me in private. Nobody will smurf the worse of you for it."
Smurfette felt as if she didn't know what to say at that moment. "Well...you see...I..." And then suddenly she started to break into tears. "I am not a real Smurf at all," she confessed. "I am really a creation of the evil wizard Gargamel."
"GARGAMEL?!?" the Smurfs all said in unison.
"I hate Gargamel," Grouchy said.
"Okay, that's it...let me at her," Hefty said as he dropped his halberd, ready to pound Smurfette to a pulp when Duncan and Tuffy grabbed him to make sure he didn't lay a finger on her.
"I don't blame any of you for hating me, because my purpose here was to destroy you all," Smurfette said, still sobbing. "But since I started being here, I've been smurfing these feelings toward you, that I really don't want to hurt any of you. You've all been so nice to me, and the only way I've paid you back is with betrayal."
Soon the other Smurfs started sobbing, and Hefty stopped struggling when he realized something of himself. "Oh, what's the use...I could never truly hurt a Smurfette even if I wanted to," he said to himself.
Papa Smurf came over to the wagon to console Smurfette. "It's all right, Smurfette," he told her in a gentle voice. "It's not your fault that an evil wizard made you in the form of a Smurf."
"I just wish I could've been born a real Smurf," she whimpered. "Please, Papa Smurf, the only thing I ask is that I can become a real Smurf."
"A real Smurf?!?" the other Smurfs said in unison.
"But that's impossible! Nobody can be made into a real Smurf!" Brainy said. "You're either born as a Smurf or you're not a Smurf at all!"
"Well, I don't believe that it's impossible for Smurfette to become a real Smurf like us, Brainy," Tapper said. "If there's a way that Papa Smurf can give her what she wants, then he'll find out what that way is."
Papa Smurf stroked his beard and thought about Smurfette's request while listening to his little Smurfs' objections over Smurfette being made into a real Smurf. Then he said, "I think that there may be a way for you, Smurfette. Come with me into my laboratory and I will see what I can smurf with my magic spells."
"Papa Smurf, do you think that you are even able to...?" Brainy began to ask.
"There's only one way to find out, and for that I will need to be alone with Smurfette so that we can find out together," Papa Smurf said as he escorted Smurfette into his laboratory and closed the door behind him.
Brainy snorted at the thought. "Well, I will certainly bet my smurfs that Papa Smurf will never find a way to make Smurfette into a real Smurf. It will only go to show that Smurfette was never meant to be a Smurf in the first place."
"Don't be so certain of that belief of yours, my fellow Brainy," Tapper said. "I have a feeling in my spirit that Smurfette was meant to be smurfed here for such a time as this, and if that purpose is her to become a real Smurf, then nothing in the world will stop such a thing from happening."
Inside Papa Smurf's laboratory, the village leader found exactly what he was looking for. He first put Smurfette into a sleeping trance while she was standing up. Then with another spell, he caused her physical form to revert back into blue clay while her spirit form remained suspended.
"Let's see...the Adam's Rib Spell," Papa Smurf said as he mixed the formula that he found in his books for turning creatures into real Smurfs, "One drop of dew from a morning glory...some ground-up mother-of-pearl...a sprinkle of moon dust...rays of golden starlight...ashes from a lily of the valleys...oil of myrrh...a bit of Smurf essence...and finally, the rib bone of a male Smurf." With the formula mixed together, Papa Smurf poured it onto the blue clay, causing it to glow a bright blue. He then raised up a magic wand and said, "And now with the power of all I command, Smurfette become Smurf, and before me stand."
And with the final incantation, her spirit form was cast back into the blue clay. The clay glowed briefly white for a bit, and then it slowly morphed into a new appearance -- a golden-haired figure with the appearance of a female Smurf.
Smurfette opened her eyes as she awakened from the sleeping trance she was in and then looked at herself in the mirror. She was amazed at what she saw staring back at her. "Great Smurfness...I'm truly a real Smurf!" she exclaimed, noticing that she now had a tail like a Smurf. And then she noticed something else. "Eep...I'm also naked!" she cried out as she tried to cover herself.
Papa Smurf chuckled at the sight. "Oops...sorry, Smurfette," he said as he averted his eyes away from Smurfette's naked form. He cast a final spell that made a simple dress, a hat, and some low-heeled shoes appear on her.
Outside Papa Smurf's laboratory, the other Smurfs eagerly awaited to see the result, whether Papa Smurf was able to make Smurfette into a real Smurf or not. Finally, Papa Smurf stepped out of the laboratory with a smile on his face.
"The operation was a success, my little Smurfs," Papa Smurf said. "With a bit of magic smurfery from the Adam's Rib Spell, Smurfette is no longer the Smurf that she once was when she first smurfed into the village. And so now I present to you...the new Smurfette!"
And with that introduction, Smurfette stepped out the door and presented her new form to the other Smurfs. "Hello there, boys," she greeted.
The other Smurfs just simply stared at her with their eyes wide open, not sure of what to say to her about her new appearance. Then they all rushed off to their own homes, leaving Smurfette a bit puzzled by their reaction until they returned bearing gifts for her. "Welcome back, Smurfette," they all said in unison.
Smurfette giggled at the sight. "Well, that's much better," she said.
"Let me be the first to smurf the honors of smurfing a present to the Smurfette," Brainy said as he produced what appeared to be a heart-shaped box of chocolates.
"No, let me be the first, Brainy," Hefty said as he produced his own present.
"No, I want to be the first," Handy said as he produced his own present.
"Well, here's a surprise that I smurfed just for you, Smurfette," Jokey said as he produced a gift box.
"No, Smurfette, don't open it!" Brainy cried out as he grabbed the present from Smurfette's hands and stomped on it. "It will go kasmurfey right in your face!"
"Hey, have you ever seen a cream-layered cake with a cherry on top go kasmurfey in your face, Brainy?" Jokey said, sounding greatly displeased by his action.
Brainy looked down and saw the cream spattering all over the ground from inside the box and then just looked rather embarrassed. "Uh, well, any Smurf can make that kind of mistake, Jokey," Brainy said sheepishly.
Jokey got so mad that he picked Brainy up and hurled him to the outskirts of the village. "That's the biggest problem with Jokey Smurf...he's got no sense of humor," he groaned as soon as he landed.
Soon the Smurfs got into a fight with each other because they all wanted to be the first to present a gift to Smurfette, which made Smurfette look at the scene rather confused. "What do you suppose has gotten into them, Papa Smurf?" she asked.
"I think that for your safety that I should escort you home so that you can freshen up a bit, Smurfette," Papa Smurf offered.
Then, despite the requests of the other Smurfs wanting to be the one who will escort Smurfette home, Papa Smurf went with Smurfette to the front door of her house. Papa Smurf had a feeling that it may be the natural attraction of a male Smurf toward a female Smurf, which was why he felt that escorting her home himself was the best solution to deal with this problem.
"How do you feel now that you are a real Smurf?" Papa Smurf asked as soon as they arrived at her door.
"I don't know, Papa Smurf," Smurfette answered. "Somehow I just don't feel any different than how I was! I know that I am now a real Smurf, but I just don't feel like one!"
Papa Smurf sighed. "That part you will have to manage on your own, Smurfette," he said "Someday, somehow, you will find it in yoursmurf to know what it feels like to be a real Smurf."
Meanwhile, Tapper and Duncan watched Smurfette go into her house from a distance. "Michty me, laddie, what has smurfed into us that makes us want to be the one who wants to be with Smurfette so much?" Duncan asked.
"I'm surprised to have that same feeling as everybody else, my fellow Duncan," Tapper said. "Evidently we must be experiencing the attraction toward a female Smurf that is so powerful that we wouldn't know what to smurf with it."
"But to be fighting over her like we're nothing more than a pack of wild animals?" Duncan said. "What a terrible burden this is going to be for us to smurf with."
"I'm afraid that's something that we'll have to get used to as there is now only one of her for about a hundred of us," Tapper said. "For now we might as well smurf our best to make her feel at home, and just let her decide how she wants to interact with us."
"You have to admit, though, that Papa Smurf's magic spell certainly has worked on her, maybe a bit too well," Duncan said. "She's been smurfed into such a beautiful young lass that I can't stop thinking about her."
"I will surely raise a glass of sarsaparilla ale to that, my friend," Tapper said in agreement.
At the same time, Hefty and Handy were having their own private discussion about what just happened. "You think Smurfette may be attracted to any one of us, Hefty?" Handy asked.
"Smurf, I hope so," Hefty said. "And I thought that she was so attractive before Papa Smurf had changed her."
"But to think that Gargamel originally created her to destroy us, until this happened...I don't want to think that he's still smurfing her strings or anything," Handy said.
"Who knows if he is, Handy?" Hefty said.
And while this was going on, Brainy and Clumsy were also talking with each other. "Golly, I never thought Smurfette would be this pretty when she became a real Smurf," Clumsy said.
"I just don't know about this, Clumsy," Brainy said, looking in the direction of Smurfette's house with his eyebrows furrowed. "I mean, will Papa Smurf being able to change her into a real Smurf be enough to change her from wanting to destroy us? Or will she reveal herself to be smurfing us for fools all along?"
"Smurfette would still want to destroy us after this? Gosh, thinking about this will surely make my head smurf," Clumsy said.
"That's the thing with you, Clumsy...thinking about anything will make your head smurf, because you're never the type who is a clear thinker," Brainy said. "You really want to smurf your heart to Smurfette, only to find out that she's still going to smurf you over to Gargamel no matter what?"
"No...I mean, uh, I don't know, Brainy," Clumsy said. "Oh, gee, I really wish I knew what to do."
"We'll see what happens, if Smurfette really had a change of smurf or not, Clumsy," Brainy said, still looking toward Smurfette's house with suspicion.
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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 12-26-2022 07:19 AM
Chapter 4
"Gee, Mama Smurf, even after you were changed into a real Smurf, there were still some Smurfs who were wondering if you really changed at all," Psycheliana said.
"I know, Liana, and admittedly I was among them," Smurfette said. "Your Papa Smurf, when he first learned that he was a real Smurf all along instead of a Psyche, had to smurf through the same thing of wondering whether he was truly a Smurf on the inside. I guess the part of being a real Smurf is much easier to handle than feeling like a real Smurf."
"But how did you start feeling like you were a real Smurf, after Grandpa Smurf had changed you into one?" Psycheliana asked.
"That started when I was alone in my house, getting myself all freshened up, when I started to smurf a call from somebody that I wished wouldn't have called me at all," Smurfette said.
And as Smurfette continued her story, Psycheliana saw that her Mama Smurf in that time period was indeed in her house, using her compact to freshen herself up with, when she found herself startled to see the face of an evil wizard that looked vaguely familiar inside the locket. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Your master, Gargamel, who is wondering why you are taking so long to destroy those wretched little Smurfs," the face answered sternly.
Smurfette seemed to have forgotten that Gargamel was her master, but she had to find some way to respond to him. "Uh, Papa Smurf had used his magic to smurf a whole new look for me," she told Gargamel as honestly as she could. "Don't you like it?"
"You look more lovely than you did when I first created you, Smurfette," Gargamel commented, masking his sincerity. "I'm sure you would want to thank Papa Smurf for making you into what you are now. And I would very much want to give him and all his little Smurfs a present, if you would kindly do the honors of inviting them out into the forest by the great oak tree."
"You would?" Smurfette asked. Whoever this Gargamel is, he didn't sound like anyone really evil to her. "Oh, thank you, Gargamel. I'm sure Papa Smurf and the others would be pleased to smurf your gift."
As soon as the conversation had ended, Gargamel chuckled maliciously to himself. "That's right, my dearest little daughter...invite them all out into the forest for a little surprise that I will have waiting for them...the gift of eternal rest for the whole lot of those wretched miserable Smurfs!"
Smurfette stepped to the front door of her house and called out, "Hey, Smurfs!"
Instantly they all gathered around outside Smurfette's house. "Yes, Smurfette?" they responded in unison.
"There's a wonderful surprise that I have waiting for you out by the great oak tree to thank you all for changing me into a real Smurf," Smurfette announced. "I will join you as soon as I can so that we can all celebrate this moment together."
"A surprise? Oh boy, I can't wait to see the surprise!" Clumsy said as he and the other Smurfs headed for the forest together.
"I hate surprises," Grouchy said.
"I have a very unsmurfy feeling in my spirit about this surprise, Duncan," Tapper said.
"Well, if this is how Smurfette is going to repay us for smurfing her into a real Smurf, I wouldn't want smurf this gift horse in the mouth, laddie," Duncan said.
As they got closer to the great oak tree, they saw a sign pointing to an opening inside a bush. Apparently, whatever this gift was, Smurfette certainly was one for giving surprises.
But after the last Smurf entered the opening, a trap door closed behind them. They found themselves inside a wooden box. Papa Smurf had a feeling it was a trick and knew who had trapped them.
"So, my little Smurfs, I see that you have all received the gift that I told Smurfette to give you," a familiar voice said with devilish delight.
"Gargamel!" most of the Smurfs said in unison, fearfully.
"I knew that Smurfette was still up to no good, Papa Smurf," Brainy said. "I just knew it."
"I hate the Smurfette," Grouchy said.
"Now, now, my little Smurfs, let's try to calm ourselves down and think of a way that we can...," Papa Smurf began to say.
"Oh, you'll have plenty of time to think of many things, my little blue captives, before some of you become part of the Philsopher's Stone and the rest of you will fill my stomach and Azrael's as delightful delicacies," Gargamel said, shaking up the box.
"If only I can smurf out of this box, I'd smurf that numpty wizard a lesson right here and now," Duncan said.
"I can't believe that we've been smurfed up by a Smurfette, even if she is a real Smurf now," Hefty said, sounding rather angry.
"I'm not convinced that she smurfed this on purpose, my fellow Hefty," Tapper said. "Somehow I believe that she would be able to redeem herself."
"Well, she'd better redeem herself fast or else we won't live to smurf out of this," Brainy said.
Soon Smurfette arrived in the forest with the new dress that she put on for the occasion of greeting the other Smurfs where her surprise for them would be. And then she saw the human wizard and his cat out there by the great oak tree, clutching a wooden box that sounded like it contained all her fellow Smurfs.
"That little blue enchantress worked well, Azrael," Gargamel gloated. "Even with Papa Smurf's magic, she still helped us capture enough Smurfs for our gold-making formula. Of course, I do pity what I am going to do next with that little blue trollop, since there aren't any more Smurfs for her to charm!"
Smurfette gasped. She then realized that not only did she trick every Smurf into believing she had a present for them, but also that she herself had been tricked by Gargamel, the very wizard who created her. "Oh, dear," she said to herself. "I have to help rescue my fellow Smurfs...but how?"
It was then she heard Papa Smurf's voice in her head again saying, someday, somehow, you will find it in yoursmurf to know what it feels like to be a real Smurf.
Gargamel and Azrael didn't get far with their captured Smurfs in a box when they ran into a single Smurf wearing a mask and a pants suit. "Hold it right there, Gargamel," the masked Smurf said. "You think you have captured all the Smurfs, but you haven't captured me yet."
"Well, well, you think that you can escape being captured, eh?" Gargamel said. "Your fellow Smurfs were no match for my genius, and with just one of you on the loose, you wouldn't be a match for either me or my cat."
"That's what you think, Gargamel," Papa Smurf said from inside the box, obviously playing along. "No one is able to catch the Lone Smurf."
"We'll see about that!" Gargamel sneered. "Azrael, catch me that Lone Smurf right now!"
Azrael quickly gave chase, but that Smurf proved to be very agile and too quick for Azrael to catch. He eventually led Azrael straight back toward Gargamel, keeping both the wizard and his cat too busy fussing with each other while that lone Smurf let loose every single Smurf from the box.
"Quick, every Smurf, while the Lone Smurf keeps Gargamel and Azrael occupied," Papa Smurf said.
"This Lone Smurf is such a brave laddie, I wish that I could smurf by his side right about now," Duncan said.
As every single Smurf ran for safety, the masked Smurf taunted Gargamel and Azrael. "Bet you're not able to catch me when I'm smurfing up a tree," the Lone Smurf said while razzing them.
Angered for having lost all his little Smurfs, Gargamel went up the tree with Azrael to try capturing him. "Hiding from me in a tree is not going to stop me or my cat from capturing you, little Smurf," Gargamel boasted.
When the two of them reached the top and thought they had the masked Smurf right where they wanted him, they pounced on what turned out to be nothing. Gargamel and Azrael then fell down the tree, crashing through many branches before landing on the ground, leaving them unconscious for the time being.
When Papa Smurf finished counting heads to see if all his little Smurfs had made it safely away from Gargamel and Azrael, the masked Smurf approached them. "Well, you won't have any problems from those two for the time smurfing," he told them.
"Whoever you are," Papa Smurf said, "thanks for smurfing us out of there. You really were a brave Smurf to take on Gargamel and Azrael alone."
"Just one question," Clumsy interjected. "Just who are you?"
The masked Smurf took off his mask and his hat to reveal the very being no Smurf would ever suspect to be their rescuer. "Smurfette?!?" everybody exclaimed.
Smurfette giggled as she shook down her hair and slipped out of her pants, shaking down the skirt of her dress. "Surprise!" she announced. "Papa Smurf said somehow I might find what it is to be a real Smurf. Well, I think I just found out right then and there!"
Papa Smurf chuckled, as did the other Smurfs. "Well, Smurfette, you've smurftainly proved that!" the village leader finally said. "And since you're now one of us, I would like to officially welcome you to your new family!"
"Hurray for Smurfette!" the Smurfs shouted together, as they carried her on their shoulders back to the village.
"You know, Papa Smurf, maybe Gargamel should have a companion of his own, since he is rather lonely in his hovel with only his cat smurfing him any company," Tapper suggested.
Papa Smurf had a look that made him think of a delightfully wicked plan to pay Gargamel back with. "I'll see what I can smurf up with for our 'friend' Gargamel, Tapper," he said.
Later on, as Gargamel regained consciousness and returned home without the Smurfs, he walked around his hovel ranting and raving about his failure. "Ooooh, that Smurfette creation was a failure, and it's all thanks to Papa Smurf for making her into what she is now...a horrible lying little traitor," he shouted. "When I get my hands on her, she's going to be so sorry that..."
Suddenly Gargamel heard the sound of crying outside his door. He opened it and saw that it was a middle-aged woman that looked like she had seen better days in her youth.
"Oh please, kind sir, I am lost and lonely in this forest with nobody to keep me company," the woman said, looking at Gargamel with desperate eyes of longing.
Gargamel looked at her rather horrified. "No! Please! Keep away from me! I'm really not your type, my dear lady!" he yelled as he tried to keep his distance from her while she pursued him relentlessly.
Back in the Smurf Village, the Smurfs decided to have a party to celebrate Smurfette becoming an official member of the Smurf Village. All the Smurfs were so happy to have Smurfette around that they took turns dancing with her to the music being played by Fiddler, Twanger, Piper, and Drummer.
"Oh, I never thought that part of feeling like a real Smurf could be this...smurfy," Smurfette said as she joined Papa Smurf, Tapper, and Duncan McSmurf.
"It's your own life now, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "I'm just glad that I'm able to help you overcome being a creation of Gargamel and be whatever it is you want to be."
"You've got the spirit of the McSmurfs in you, lassie, to be able to handle both Gargamel and Azrael by yourself as a masked Smurf," Duncan said. "I'd raise a glass with my fellow Smurfs for your bravery."
"Aye, my faith in you has been smurfly rewarded, my dear Smurfette," Tapper said. "Though what you faced back there in the forest will be nothing compared to what you will face in the future, I'm certain that the spirit of the Smurfs rests in you that you will be able to endure the rest of what us Smurfs go through on a daily basis."
"And that's not all you'll have to face, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said, as he saw every Smurf was looking at her with eyes of love.
Smurfette giggled as she also saw the other Smurfs looking at her like that. "I guess there's some things that just can't be helped, Papa Smurf. But for now, I just want to enjoy being able to be a real Smurf at last, for however long I get to be a real Smurf."
Papa Smurf chuckled. "That will be for a long time to come, Smurfette."
"So...would you mind if I smurfed a dance with you, my beautiful lassie?" Duncan asked while looking into her eyes.
Smurfette looked at Tapper, as if he might want to ask her for a dance. "Uh, you two go ahead and dance with each other, my dear Smurfette," Tapper said politely. "I'll wait for my turn after you're finished with him."
She then looked at Duncan. "I would love to very much, Duncan," Smurfette said with a smile as she allowed Duncan to take her hand and they went off together to have a dance together, with Papa Smurf and Tapper watching.
Meanwhile, Grouchy sneaked out of the party and went behind a Smurf house to draw a heart shape with an arrow pierced through it. "I love the Smurfette...but I hate anybody else to know about it," he said to himself after he finished and walked away with a smile.
"Were you ever changed back into what Gargamel originally created you to be, Mama Smurf?" Psycheliana asked as soon as Smurfette's story was finished.
"Unfortunately, I did about a year before your Papa Smurf had smurfed home for good, Liana," Smurfette said with a bit of sadness in her voice. "Your Grandpa Smurf thought that my smurfiness would be gone for good because the Adam's Rib Spell could only be smurfed once and that it would never work twice to restore me. But when Gargamel threatened to test out his gold-making formula by using Miracle Smurf, I rebelled against him and soon I started to smurf back to being the real Smurf that I am, which meant that Gargamel's magic could never undo everything about the Adam's Rib spell."
"Mama Smurf, you think there's a chance that I may be smurfed into an evil creation like you were?" Psycheliana asked out of curiosity.
Smurfette smiled as she shook her head. "Your Papa Smurf doesn't think that there's even a chance of that happening to you, my sweet little one. You don't have to worry about any evil wizard trying to smurf control over you like that."
Psycheliana smiled. "Even if you weren't born a real Smurf, I'm still happy that you're my Mama Smurf. When I grow up, I want to be a Mama Smurf just like you."
"You have a whole life ahead of you before you need to decide what you want to be, Liana," Smurfette said. "Now close your eyes and smurf some rest. You've had a very big day today for such a little Smurfling."
"As long as I become a big Smurf like you," Psycheliana said as she received the kiss from her mother. "Goodnight, Mama Smurf."
"Pleasant dreams, Liana," Smurfette said, smiling as she watched her daughter snuggle up in her blankets and with her teddy bear before she blew out the candle in her daughter's bedroom and closed the door.
Smurfette joined Empath in their own bedroom, where he was waiting for his wife. "Liana enjoyed the story that you smurfed her about how you became a real Smurf, and yet she still wonders if she would ever become what you were," Empath said as Smurfette got into bed with him.
"I really wish there was some way we could fully assure her that it will never happen for as long as she will live, but as long as I know that I'm a magically-created Smurf, we can never really know for certain, Empath," Smurfette said.
"We'll handle whatever happens to Liana in case there's such a time when an evil wizard wants to use our daughter for whatever purposes smurf him, Smurfette," Empath said. "In any case, this smurf will never stop loving you for the Smurf that you are to this smurf."
Smurfette held Empath close to her and kissed him. "You still want to smurf another child into the world someday?"
"If Mother Nature decides to bless us with one, Smurfette, this smurf would be willing to receive it," Empath said as he kissed her with a kiss that lasted all night.
THE END
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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
Super Smurf
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posted 12-27-2022 04:34 AM
The 1980s cartoon show adaptation of the original story.
The Smurfette [Cropped to 16:9]
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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: 4092 | From: Westfield, MA | Registered: Mar 2003
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