Meanwhile, Papa Smurf was with Brainy in his laboratory, telling him something important. "I'm going have to excuse you for the rest of the day, that I need to smurf a break from teaching you anything more on the subject of advanced alchemy, Brainy," Papa Smurf said.
Brainy looked at Papa Smurf suspiciously. "Smurf a break from teaching me advanced alchemy? Papa Smurf, are you sure you're smurfing okay?" he asked.
"Of course I am smurfing okay, Brainy," Papa Smurf answered rather hastily. "But I don't think we need to smurf everything about the subject all in one day, because it will just wear you out if I smurfed it to you like that. Why don't you spend your time smurfing with your fellow Smurfs on more important things...like your daily smurfs of wisdom?"
"My daily smurfs of wisdom?" Brainy said, sounding mystified. "But hardly anybody wants to hear me smurf that, Papa Smurf."
"You never know who might need your wisdom on a day like today, Brainy," Papa Smurf said. "Now please, just run along and make sure nobody disturbs me in my private business."
Brainy sighed. "All right, Papa Smurf, I will make sure you are not disturbed on a day like today," he said reluctantly as he headed out the door and proceeded to wherever the day might take him.
Alone in his lab
again, Papa Smurf pulled out his hand-sculpted clay bust of Smurfette, carefully
wrapped so that the clay would not completely dry before he was finished. So
far, it was looking more and more like Smurfette. The way Papa Smurf shaped the
clay, his talent would rival that of Sculptor or even Empath.
But Papa Smurf
wasn't thinking of creating a masterpiece with this sculpture. This was his way
of controlling how he was feeling toward Smurfette. Ever since he had remade her
into a real Smurf, every Smurf seemed to be attracted to Smurfette, wanting her
to make one of them her true love for all time. That in itself wasn't so bad
since that meant at least one of his little Smurfs would someday marry Smurfette
and bring into this world a new generation of Smurfs through her. The only
problem was that even he was attracted to Smurfette, and this was really
bothering Papa Smurf. How could he truly love a Smurfette? What does Smurfette
really see him as — just a father figure or something more than that? And how
would his little Smurfs react toward all of this?
He pushed those
thoughts away and concentrated solely on smoothing out the curves around the
shoulders of his sculpture, molding every strand of flowing blond hair that
draped over them, bringing out the details. He smiled as he worked, though it
felt a little perverse in a way. To Papa Smurf, this was the closest he would
ever get to touching Smurfette in a loving and yet very pleasurable manner. He
was starting to hum the smurfsong when he heard knocking.
Papa Smurf!" Vanity called in desperation as he knocked on his door.
groaned, nearly sinking a fingertip in his work. This was really getting
embarrassing, being disturbed while playing around with a sculpture to get his
mind off Smurfette. He quickly smoothed out his mistake and answered his door
with a bit of consternation.
Smurf," Vanity sighed in relief. "Thank smurfness you answered. You've got to
smurf this pheromone cologne away from me quickly!"
cologne?" Papa Smurf asked, unsure of what it was supposed to do.
exotic fragrance Periwinkle smurfed to me the other day," Vanity replied. "I
wanted to smurf some of this on me, thinking it could make me more attractive to
mysmurf than ever, and Empath told me that I shouldn't, saying that I didn't
really need it to feel more attractive!"
it's also possible this pheromone cologne of yours could make you feel more
attractive to someone else," Papa Smurf commented, "and I don't think you'll be
able to handle all the attention you're going to smurf while wearing that!"
"That is why I
want you to smurf this away from me, Papa Smurf," Vanity pleaded. "Because I
don't want another love in my life attracted to me other than mysmurf!"
Vanity," Papa Smurf snapped, sounding like he was eager to be rid of Vanity just
so he could get back to his sculpture of Smurfette. "I'll keep your pheromone
cologne in good smurfs with me!"
"Oh, thank you
very much, Papa Smurf!" Vanity cried out, quickly giving the village leader the
atomizer before he rushed off. He looked into his mirror and said, "Come on, my
love…it's time you and I smurfed some quality time together!" He kept kissing
his reflection as Papa Smurf watched on in amusement.
Smurfs wouldn't do for the object of their affections!" Papa Smurf chuckled as
he looked down at the bottle of 'pheromone cologne' that Vanity gave him. That
made him curious about what it was supposed to do — make the object of his
affection be attracted to him. That also made him think about Smurfette again.
"Hmmm," he said
to himself, stroking his beard while lost in thought, "I wonder if I should
smurf some of this 'pheromone cologne' on mysmurf to see if...um..." His voice
trailed off when he started having second thoughts about trying to go after
Smurfette wearing this stuff. "On second thought, maybe it'd be better not to
smurf this at all!"
As Papa Smurf
was about to put the 'pheromone cologne' away on a shelf, a little devilish
voice inside his head — a voice that sounded much like his own — started to
prompt him. Just go ahead and smurf it a try, Pops.
Smurfette wouldn't be able to resist you now!
And then another
voice — also like Papa Smurf's, but more angelic — spoke out to him.
That wouldn't be the right thing to do, Papa Smurf. Remember,
she isn't your age and all your other little Smurfs would be more than
heartbroken to find her heart was given away to the leader of the Smurf Village.
Let them go
smurf their own heart's desires, the devilish
voice interrupted. After all, you are the leader of
the village. You can smurf in love with whomever you want to.
not love you're feeling, Papa Smurf, the angelic voice warned him.
This is your body telling you to smurf those things with
Smurfette. Don't try to act upon them.
Aw, don't let
your spoilsmurf goody-goody side try to get in the way of an experiment, Pops,
the devilish voice countered. Just try a whiff of
it out and see what it does for yoursmurf.
vanished, but Papa Smurf felt a little swayed by the devilish voice inside him.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt if I just tried a bit of this on mysmurf," he finally
He went over
toward a mirror where he squeezed the atomizer bulb of the cologne bottle,
spritzing some on his face. He started to feel real tingly all over, so tingly
that it made him giggle.
But the mist of
the cologne started to fill up the room, and it also started to interact with
various exposed chemicals in Papa Smurf's laboratory, creating a powerful fume
that blanketed the room in a fog.
Papa Smurf found
himself feeling woozy as he breathed in the thick fume. "What's happening to
me?" he started to ask when he found himself on the floor, coughing
uncontrollably. The last thing he saw was the back of his arms becoming thick
with hair and developing bigger muscles before his mind totally blanked out.
wonders what it is you really see in Papa Smurf that you don't see in every
other Smurf," Empath asked Smurfette, curious to find out as he continued his
conversation with her.
I don't know exactly, Empath," Smurfette answered. "Maybe it's because he
doesn't have just a single smurfonality trait on him like most other Smurfs. I
mean, I know he's intelligent, but then so is Brainy and yoursmurf. Funny thing
is, now that the more I think about Papa Smurf, the more of Papa Smurf I can
already smurf in you. It's just weird."
attempting to be like Papa Smurf isn't weird, Smurfette," Empath commented.
"What is weird is feeling like this smurf is competing with my father for your
affections, and that he seems to have the upper hand in that he is the leader of
"Well, you sure
don't have to be exactly like Papa Smurf for me to be that interested in you,
Empath," Smurfette suggested. "You smurf much better in black than you do in
Empath and Smurfette were soon joined by Brainy. "Salutations, fellow Brainy," Empath greeted. "You seem to be disturbed by something that happened in your day today."
"It's just how Papa Smurf is acting today, Empath, like he doesn't need to smurf me anything important about advanced alchemy at a time when otherwise he would think that it's very important for me to know about such things if I'm going to succeed him someday as a sorcerer," Brainy explained.
"I'm sure that it's something personal Papa Smurf needs to smurf care of first so that it doesn't interfere with your studies, Brainy," Smurfette suggested.
"Maybe it is, Smurfette, but why do I feel that something just isn't right with Papa Smurf?" Brainy asked.
"You're not the only one who feels that way, Brainy," Empath said. "This smurf will be watching over him to make sure he doesn't do anything that would bring harm upon himself or any of his little Smurfs."
"You think that this might have something to do with Smurfette, Empath?" Brainy asked.
"Why would you think that it has anything to do with me, Brainy?" Smurfette asked, not liking what Brainy might be suggesting.
"You think that I'm not aware of what the other Smurfs are smurfing about you and Papa Smurf, Smurfette, even though I haven't seen Papa Smurf smurfing anything with you lately?" Brainy said. "Not that I think that what they're smurfing about him and you is even an appropriate subject to smurf about in public, but still, it has to make me wonder..."
"Papa Smurf and I are not smurfing anything like that, Brainy!" Smurfette snapped.
"Well, excuse me for even smurfing my mind here," Brainy said, sounding rebuffed by Smurfette's response.
"Smurfette is correct, Brainy," Empath said. "If there was anything going on between her and Papa Smurf that wasn't very appropriate, this smurf would be the first to know..."
interrupted by the noise of a crash, and several Smurfs calling for help.
smurf for a moment, Smurfette, Brainy," he politely said as he leaped into the air and
try to find the cause of the distress. If it was Gargamel or something big,
Empath wanted to confront it as soon as possible and remove it from the village.
"I wonder what's smurfing on in the village that's making that ruckus, Brainy," Smurfette said as she headed in the direction of where it was coming from.
"Smurfette, be careful!" Brainy cried out as he watched.
It didn't take
Empath long, though, to find the source. He looked down and saw that it was Papa
Smurf — physically altered somehow, making him look more than six apples tall,
with a very hairy muscular body and a bad temper on top of it. His inexplicable
growth caused his pants to rip to the point where it looked like a loincloth.
Empath had no
idea what could have caused this, but he had to stop Papa Smurf from causing
anymore damage. He dove in to scoop up Papa Smurf and carry him far from the
village, but Papa Smurf had quickly spotted Empath and slapped him away with a
flying backward, crashing into Vanity's house while Vanity was busy taking a
bath and looking at his own reflection in his hand mirror.
shameful of you to smurf in here without knocking!" Vanity gasped as he saw
Empath land next to his tub. "Can't you see I want to be alone in here?"
apologizes for the sudden intrusion, Vanity," Empath hastily said, trying not to
look at Vanity's lack of attire. "This smurf will fix your house as soon as this
smurf can. In the meantime, this smurf can help you maintain your privacy!"
Taking a bedsheet from Vanity's bed, Empath hung it over the hole in the wall
using small pieces of debris as pegs. "Just be careful of any changes in the
wind direction," he added before he left.
Empath could see
and hear Papa Smurf up ahead, creating more chaos and destruction as he wandered
forward from where Empath had encountered him. He then noticed that Papa Smurf
had stopped and sniffed the air, as if he had been attracted by something.
As Empath got
just a little bit closer, he could see that Papa Smurf had come into contact
with Smurfette, who had went to see what was going on. She saw Papa Smurf and
called out to him.
Papa Smurf came
over to her and just stared at her, panting like a dog and looking at her with a
totally glazed look in his eyes.
that's no way to act in front of a lady," Smurfette snapped at him. "What's
wrong with you? How come you're like this all of a sudden?"
saw Papa Smurf reaching a hand out to her, as if he was ready to scoop her up
for something, and that made her a little afraid. "What are you doing to me?"
she cried out. "No...don't touch me!"
But Papa Smurf
had already grabbed her and had pressed her hard against his chest. Smurfette
grunted as she tried to struggle for breath and to get herself free of his
now-big strong hairy arms. "Let me go, you big smurfy ape!" she shouted as he
slopped her a kiss with his tongue.
Empath saw this
and knew that, whatever Papa Smurf had in mind for Smurfette, it certainly meant
that Smurfette was in danger. He raced over to where Papa Smurf was and stepped
on his foot hard. Papa Smurf growled in pain and clutched his foot, letting go
of Smurfette in the process. Empath caught Smurfette as she fell into his arms.
Both of them saw
that Papa Smurf was now enraged at Empath for taking Smurfette away from him.
"Let's get to the woods where he can't do any more damage!" Empath suggested as
he flew away with Smurfette still holding on to him.
following us, Empath," Smurfette noted as they saw the muscular blue bearded
giant tearing through the village, knocking down whatever got in his way.
out of Papa Smurf's way," Empath called out as they passed by him.
that big blue giant?" Hefty asked. "Well, he's still no match for me! I can
smurf him down without any problem!"
Hefty waited as
Papa Smurf got close enough to him, preparing himself for a fight. But Hefty
found out that he too was no match for Papa Smurf, who just picked him up and
flung him away, landing in a barrel as he fell.
the village now," Empath told Smurfette as he continued to fly further away with
her, Papa Smurf still trailing behind them. "Let's hide ourselves in the canopy
of a treetop so that Papa Smurf wouldn't find either of us!"
a good tree for them to hide behind, and Empath set himself and Smurfette down
at the crook of a thick sturdy branch. Both of them could look down but Papa
Smurf couldn't find them unless he knew how to climb trees in the state of mind
he was in. Empath decided to shield Smurfette's presence from Papa Smurf with
his "minds-eye", hoping that he wouldn't be able to detect her.
As luck would
have it, Papa Smurf stopped and sniffed the air again, though for a bit longer
than the last time, as it there was something missing. He groaned sadly as he
found himself unable to pick up a certain scent, then just moved onward into the
forest to continue searching for that scent again.
"Why did Papa
Smurf move away from where we are?" Smurfette asked.
"This smurf is
guessing that he's trying to find you, Smurfette," Empath answered. "This smurf
has shielded you from his presence with my minds-eye, so any scent you may be
giving off won't be picked up by his nose."
"Are you trying
to say that I smell?" Smurfette asked as if she had been insulted.
"This smurf does
not mean that you're letting off an unclean smell, Smurfette," Empath corrected.
"This smurf means that you're letting off a natural smell, a pheromone,
that can only be picked up by the nose of a male Smurf. Fortunately, the smell
is too faint for any male Smurf to pick up from any distance or else every Smurf
would be constantly around you."
"So why is Papa
Smurf picking up my scent now?" Smurfette asked. "And what does he want with me
questions we need to find answers for, including the question of how Papa Smurf
got like that in the first place," Empath answered. He took Smurfette's hand and
they flew off to the village, with Empath keeping Smurfette under constant
shielding so that her scent wouldn't be picked up by Papa Smurf.