Part 2

Empath noticed that Papa Smurf got a little too emotional as he left the stage. "Papa Smurf, are you all right?" Empath asked, sounding concerned.
"I'm sorry, Empath," Papa Smurf said, trying to gain control over his emotions. "It's just that part of the play that reminds me of that part of your life that I can never smurf completely over...having to lose you as a baby Smurf in Psychelia all those years ago."
"This smurf understands how you must feel right now, Papa Smurf," Empath said. "All those years that this smurf has lived in Psychelia, and when this smurf started visiting the Smurf Village, this smurf could never understand why this smurf felt a longing for your presence that was missing in this smurf's life."
"It was my fault that you had to smurf that life in Psychelia, Empath," Papa Smurf said. "I should have smurfed up to the Psyche Master when I had the chance, but I didn't."
"What's done is done, Papa Smurf," Empath said. "We're past that now...you don't need to go back and make yourself miserable all over again for something this smurf has forgiven you for."
"I'm sorry, Empath," Papa Smurf said. "I guess that I should know better than to let the past smurf me again just because of something in this play that reminded me of it."
"We'll get through this play together, Papa Smurf," Empath said consolingly. "Remember that for all your faults, you are still the leader of the Smurf Village and the wise and knowledgeable father figure of all your little Smurfs."
Papa Smurf smiled, feeling a little better about himself. "I'm glad that you are still able to respect that of me, my son."

The curtains closed as Narrator returned to the stage to continue the play's narrative.
"While Jacob mourned for the loss of Joseph along with his other brothers, who were now glad that Joseph is gone from their lives, Joseph was delivered down to Egypt where he was sold to a man named Potiphar, who was the captain of the guard for the Pharaoh," Narrator said. "Joseph at this point couldn't see how the Almighty was smurfing in his life to bring about his dream being fulfilled, and yet the Almighty was with him to bless everything that he did for Potiphar as one of his servants."
After Narrator stepped off the stage, the curtains parted and the scene was now inside Potiphar's house, where Potiphar and his wife -- played by Duncan McSmurf and Smurfette wearing a brunette wig -- were watching Joseph and a few other servants doing the cleaning. Joseph looked a little sad as he was on his knees doing the cleaning with a bucket of water and a scrub brush.
"My, that Hebrew servant you smurfed into our home certainly looks handsome," Potiphar's wife said as she looked longingly at Joseph.
"Now, now, lassie, we don't want to let ourselves get smurfed away by any of our servants, even when this one has blessed us with such smurfless work that I'm thinking of promoting him to head of the servants," Potiphar said.
"But I just can't stop smurfing of him, my dear," Potiphar's wife said.
"You and your desires are going to smurf somebody into trouble one of these days, mark my smurfs," Potiphar said. "Smurf me alone with Joseph so I can have a smurf with him."
Potiphar's wife gave her husband a snooty look before she walked offstage with her nose in the air.
Joseph soon stood up before his master. "Everything in this house is now clean, just the way that you want it, Master Potiphar," he reported. "Is there anything else that you need this smurf for?"
"You have smurfed far beyond my expectations as a servant, Joseph," Potiphar said. "I believe that it is time for me to smurf you a new role as the head of all the servants in this house. From now on, you will be in charge of everything, and nothing will be withheld from you...except, of course, for my beautiful wife, whom I want respected and protected from even her own private desires."
"This smurf has sensed that your wife has been gazing at this smurf, Potiphar," Joseph said. "This smurf understands that your wife belongs solely to you, and will respect your wishes to keep this smurf from going after her."
"Just remember, laddie, that if I hear aught of you smurfing anything to her, you will have to answer for it with your life," Potiphar said. "Whatever you smurf, do not disappoint me."
Joseph nodded as he watched Potiphar walk offstage before he picked up his bucket and scrub brush and followed him.
The curtains closed as the scene changed to the outside of Potiphar's house, where there was a garden set up. Joseph was watching the servants doing the gardening when Potiphar's wife emerged carrying a tray with glasses of water. "Here...a little something to refresh you while you watch over the servants," she invited Joseph with a smile.
Joseph took one of the glasses from the tray and drank from it. "Aaaah...that was very fresh and delicious. This smurf appreciates your offer, Madame Potiphar."
"Just a little something to smurf my own appreciation for the head of the servants," Potiphar's wife said, taking the empty glass and placing it on the tray before placing the tray on a table. She then came close to Joseph and started to massage his shoulders. "You must be very exhausted. Come, lie with me in my garden and enjoy yourself. My husband is away and won't return until later."
"Madame, this smurf appreciates what you're doing, but this smurf cannot grant you that request," Joseph said as he pulled himself away from Potiphar's wife.
"Oh, don't be so afraid of what my husband will smurf to you," Potiphar's wife said. "As long as he isn't here to smurf us, nobody will ever know what we're smurfing together."
"This smurf does not fear your husband, but this smurf does fear the Almighty, who will see this going on," Joseph said. "My master doesn't know what is with this smurf in the house, and he has committed all that he has to this smurf's hand. There is no one greater in this house than this smurf, nor has he kept back anything from this smurf but you, because you are his wife. How then can this smurf do this great wickedness, and sin against God?"
"Egypt is a land of gods, my dear Joseph," Potiphar's wife said. "None of them are ever going to smurf anything to us for smurfing into our desires with each other. Please, I smurf of you, lie with me in this garden."
"This smurf apologizes, Madame, but this smurf cannot grant you that request," Joseph said as he quickly walked out of the garden.
"Oooh, that servant sure is smurfing hard to get," Potiphar's wife said to herself. "But one of these days, I'm going to smurf him, and there will be no place for him to run."

The curtains closed as Narrator returned on stage to continue the narrative. "And so from that day on, as Potiphar's wife continued to speak to Joseph day to day, that he did not heed her, to lie with her or even to be with her. But it happened about this time, when Joseph went into the house to do his work, and none of the men of the house was inside, that Potiphar's wife had smurfed him alone."
After Narrator stepped off the stage, the curtains parted to show Joseph inside Potiphar's house to do his work when his master's wife sneaked up behind him and grabbed him by the skirt. "Come, lie with me," she demanded.
Joseph struggled to get Potiphar's wife off him. "Please, Madame, let this smurf go!" he cried out as he pulled away so strongly that his skirt ripped and she was left holding it while Joseph ran off the stage naked.
Smurfette as Potiphar's wife almost broke out in laughter as she saw Empath run off the stage naked. Then she was left staring angrily at the skirt in her hand and realized that she needed to get rid of Joseph if he was not going to lie with her. She then screamed at the top of her voice, attracting the attention of some of her servants who ran into the house to see if their mistress was all right.
“See, he has smurfed in to us a Hebrew to mock us. He smurfed in to me to lie with me, and I cried out with a loud voice. And it happened, when he heard that I smurfed my voice and cried out, that he smurfed his garment with me, and fled and went outside,” Potiphar's wife said, crying at the top of her voice.
"Oh, my smurfness," one of the servants said. "Master Potiphar isn't going to like hearing about this, and Joseph is the best servant he's smurfed."
"There, there, my mistress," another servant said, helping her to a chair. "Your husband shall return soon and shall hear everything you have smurfed us."
Soon enough Potiphar appeared, looking rather worried. "What is it, my dear? Something terrible that smurfed you inside the house while I was gone?"
"It's that Hebrew servant, Potiphar," his wife answered. "He smurfed in here to mock me. So it happened, as I smurfed up my voice and cried out, that he left his garment with me and fled outside."
Potiphar looked really angry hearing of this. "Bring Joseph to me right now! I must hear from him what had really happened."
Soon Joseph was brought back on stage, wearing another skirt. Potiphar wasted no time telling Joseph what he had heard his wife tell him.
"This smurf swears to you that this smurf hasn't done anything of the sort, Master Potiphar," Joseph protested. "She came straight for this smurf and seized me by the skirt. This smurf just simply ran away from her because this smurf wasn't going to disobey your order of being near your wife for anything that privately belongs to you."
"He's lying, Potiphar," his wife said. "I have the proof right here in my hand. He smurfed his skirt behind when I screamed."
Potiphar looked like he didn't know what to do. He stroked his chin while looking at the ground for a while, and then said, "Joseph, I know what my wife is capable of, and therefore I will smurf you your life. But so that you will never smurf near my wife ever again, you will be sentenced to life inside the prison."
Joseph looked sad as a few guards came and took him away offstage. Potiphar's wife looked like she was going to cry seeing Joseph being taken away.

Jokey and Brainy watched as Empath left the stage with the Smurfs who played the guards. "What in Smurf's name has got you laughing about now, Jokey Smurf?" Brainy said as he saw Jokey was trying to stifle a laugh.
"I'm still thinking about Empath smurfing off stage without his clothes on, Brainy," Jokey said.
"Really, Jokey, that is just so immature of you," Brainy said. "Haven't you seen enough male Smurfs by now that you wouldn't have to laugh at them smurfing without their clothes on?"
"You afraid that Smurfette would catch you smurfing in the nude?" Jokey asked.
"What, me be afraid of Smurfette seeing me smurfing without my clothes on?" Brainy said. "That is just absosmurfly ridiculous thinking, Jokey Smurf. It isn't as though we as male Smurfs have much of anything that we need to hide for the sake of maintaining a bit of decorum and morality in the Smurf Village."
"Are you sure about that?" Jokey hinted. "You don't think that Smurfette has been smurfing glances at you for...you know...her own personal pleasure?"
"Oh, please, Jokey, why would you think Smurfette would be smurfing at me the same way that she would someone like Hefty or Empath?" Brainy said. "Admittedly I'm not much for someone like her to smurf at as far as looks, but it's not how I look that I would want Smurfette to be attracted to if she wants to smurf her heart to me as her one true love somewhere down the smurf."
"Sure, Brainy, sure," Jokey said, laughing to himself.
"Ooh, I don't know why I even bother trying to be so candid with you when I know you're going to smurf it the wrong way, Jokey Smurf," Brainy said, sounding a bit irritated.

The curtain closed as Narrator came back on the stage to deliver the narrative.
"And so Joseph was delivered into prison, where all the king's prisoners were confined," Narrator said. "However, the Almighty was still with him and blessed him in everything that he did, so much that the keeper of the prison smurfed Joseph in charge of the other prisoners. It was during Joseph's being in prison that he was in charge of two other prisoners, the king's cupbearer and his baker, who were both smurfed into prison because they were charged with making the Pharoah upset. Both these prisoners had smurfed dreams while they were in prison, but they had nobody that they can smurf their dreams to."
After Narrator stepped off the stage, the curtains parted and the scene was now inside the king's prison, where Vino and Biscotti played the respective parts of the king's cupbearer and his baker.
"I smurfed this really funny dream last night, that I don't even know what it means, and it's making me feel really anxious," the baker said.
"You and me both," the cupbearer said. "If only they smurfed one of the Pharaoh's magicians in here with us, we might have an answer to what they mean."
Joseph appeared before them. "What seems to be the problem, my fellow Smurfs? Why do you look so sad?"
"Oh, it's just that me and my friend here both had dreams last night, but there's nobody around here that can interpret them...unless, of course, you happen to know somebody who can," the baker said.
"Don't interpretations of any dreams belong to God?" Joseph said. "Please, tell this smurf about the dreams you had."
"I want to smurf my dream first," the cupbearer said. "First off, in my dream there was a vine, and on that vine were three branches, that smurfed as though they have budded, with its blossoms smurfing forth and its clusters smurfed forth ripe grapes. Then the Pharaoh's cup was in my hand, and then I smurfed the grapes and smurfed them into the cup, and I smurfed the cup into the Pharaoh's hand."
Joseph looked as if he himself was figuring out what the cupbearer was telling him. Then he said, "Here is what your dream means: in three days you will be let out of this prison, and the Pharaoh will restore your position and you will give him the cup just as you did before. But when you are released, please tell him about this smurf, because this smurf is a Hebrew who was put into this prison for doing nothing wrong. It's the least that this smurf can ask of you."
"I...I will try to remember," the cupbearer said.
"Let me smurf you about my dream now," the baker said. "I also was in my dream, and there were three white baskets on my head. In the uppermost basket were all kinds of baked goods for the Pharaoh, and the birds smurfed them out of the basket on my head."
Joseph also looked at the baker the same way he did the cupbearer, and then spoke. "Here is what your dream means: in three days you will be let out of this prison, and the Pharaoh will put your body on a pole for the birds to eat."
The baker gulped. "I only wish that I smurfed the cupbearer's dream instead."
The curtains closed, and then the scene changed to the throne room of the Pharaoh, where the cupbearer and the baker appeared before the king. "Since this is my birthday today, the both of you have been released," the Pharaoh said. "Cupbearer, your position with me shall be restored."
"Thank you, Pharaoh, for your kindness and mercy," the cupbearer said, bowing before his master.
"And for you, baker, you shall be smurfed on a pole for the birds to smurf on your body," the Pharaoh said. "Guards, smurf him away."
The baker gulped as the guards came to take him offstage to the character's death. "I hope that someone will smurf a better job as a baker when I'm gone," he said somberly.

"And yet for all of Joseph's kindness in interpreting the dream, the cupbearer didn't remember him," Narrator said as the curtains closed and he returned on stage. "Joseph continued to languish in the prison, wondering if he was ever going to be released, until one day the Pharaoh had two dreams that he couldn't smurf any sense of."
At this point, the audience saw slide pictures of the Pharaoh's dreams appear on the screen that was lowered in front of the curtains. One set of slides showed seven fat cows grazing in the field that were soon swallowed up by seven thin sickly cows. The other set of slides showed seven thick stalks of wheat being devoured by seven thin stalks of wheat. During this interlude, Orbit had the orchestra playing haunting music that showed how scary these dreams were to the Pharaoh.
"The Pharaoh smurfed up from these dreams to tell them to his magicians, but none of them were able to interpret the dreams to smurf him their meanings," Narrator continued. "The Pharaoh became so upset that he wondered if there was anyone in his kingdom that might smurf him some peace of mind letting him know what the dreams mean."
Narrator stepped off the stage, and the curtains parted to show the Pharaoh again in his throne room, looking like he haven't slept a wink since the dreams. "Oh, what am I going to smurf?" he said to himself. "These dreams are going to be the smurf of me if I can't smurf the answers to them soon."
"Your Majesty, may I smurf a word with you?" the cupbearer asked.
"Yes, cupbearer, what is on your mind?" the Pharaoh responded.
"On the day that you have smurfed me and the baker into prison for smurfing something terrible to you, we have both smurfed dreams that none of us knew the meaning of except for this Hebrew prisoner," the cupbearer said. "He smurfed us the interpretation of our dreams, and in three days the interpretation came true; I was smurfed back into the position of being your cupbearer, and the baker was smurfed on a pole for the birds to eat."
"Is this true?" the Pharaoh asked, looking at the cupbearer as if wondering himself about the Hebrew prisoner he had met. "Guards, smurf into the prison and bring me the one who claims to be the interpreter of dreams."
"Yes, Your Highness, right away," one of the guards said before he and his partner left the stage.
Soon Joseph appeared in the Pharaoh's throne room, looking clean and presentable. "Now, Joseph, I hear that you are an interpreter of dreams," the Pharaoh said. "I am wondering if you are able to interpret the two dreams I have smurfed recently."
"The power isn't within this smurf to interpret your dreams, Pharaoh," Joseph said. "But the Almighty can give you the answers that you seek. Tell this smurf these dreams you have had."
"Very well, then," the Pharaoh said. "In my first dream, there were seven fat healthy cows grazing in the fields, and they were soon joined by seven thin sickly cows that ate the seven fat cows, but after they ate the cows, they still looked thin and sickly. In my other dream, there were seven thick healthy stalks of wheat in the field, which were soon devoured by seven thin sickly stalks of wheat. Now I wonder what could either of those dreams mean."
Joseph looked at the Pharaoh as if he was figuring out the meaning of the dreams himself. Then he said, "The Almighty has told this smurf the meaning of those dreams, Pharaoh, for they are one and the same. You will soon have seven years of healthy plentiful crops, after which you will have seven years of famine in which nothing will grow. This famine will be so severe that you will need to save and store up food during the seven years of plenty so that you and the surrounding nations will not perish. The reason that the dreams are one and the same is that the Almighty has planned for this to happen right away."
The Pharaoh looked at Joseph in amazement upon hearing the interpretation. "Can we find such a one as this, a Smurf in whom is the Spirit of God? Inasmuch as the Almighty has smurfed you all this, there is no one as dissmurfing and wise as you. Therefore you shall be over my house, and all my people shall be ruled according to your word. It is only in regard to the throne that I will be greater than you."
Then the Pharaoh took his signet ring off his hand and put it on Joseph’s hand; and he clothed him in garments of fine linen and put a gold chain around his neck. "See, I have set you over all the land of Egypt. Go forth now and smurf all that you have planned for the salvation of my people. And may this Almighty be with you in all your deeds."
"This smurf appreciates and is honored by what you have done, Your Majesty," Joseph said, bowing down before the Pharaoh. "This smurf will surely not disappoint you."