License my smurfing hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
"You call that a masteurpiesa?" Painter scoffed. "All you are is a silly Smurf who smurfs silly words on a scroll because they smurf good in your ears."
"What I smurf is true art, Painter," Poet retorted. "What you smurf all day is what I call por-no-gra-phi-a."
"Oh, don't mind those two Smurfs, Empath," Smurfette said. "They just love to argue all day about who's the best artist. I think they both smurf wonderful works in my opinion." Then they saw a Smurf dressed in black clothes wearing a red-and-purple flower with jagged-edged petals in his hat. "Ah, here he is, the curator of our little indoor garden."
"Welcome, Smurfette, welcome," Vanity greeted pleasantly. "I see that you have smurfed some guests to smurf what I have growing in my garden. And what such handsome specimens you smurfed here at that, though they are not as handsome as me."
"Uh, this smurf is honored to meet you, Vanity," Empath greeted back, trying to keep in check how uncomfortable he was feeling around Vanity.
"Is this where you constantly work in your village?" Polaris asked.
"It is where I feel I am most at home, my darlings," Vanity replied. "You should see these beautiful species of flowers I am cultivating. Most Smurfs in this village don't care much for beauty, but that's not a problem for me, because I don't really care much for them. They're too much into their own Smurfly things, if you know what I mean."
"This smurf can sense that you're very attracted toward male Smurfs, Vanity," Empath said rather uneasily.
"Well, that's just how I was born to be, Empath," Vanity said. "And I constantly praise Mother Nature for smurfing me the way that I am. Father Time doesn't seem to like it, but nobody in this village really cares what he thinks, least of all Mother Nature herself. I don't know why those two even smurf up together to smurf anything."
"This one would never imagine Father Time to be so wrathful as a guardian of time, Vanity," Polaris said.
"We're from a different world, where the Smurfs are usually if not always peaceful with each other," Empath explained.
Vanity scoffed at the very idea. "I have found my peace here among the flowers, Empath, so I don't need anyone else here to make me happy. Although I would be happy to smurf some private time alone with you, you blue-skinned beauty, if you're going to be smurfing with us for a while."
"Uh, no thanks, Vanity," Empath said as he slowly backed away from Vanity.
"Gee, what's the matter, Empath?" Smurfette asked. "Don't you like how male Smurfs look?"
"The male Smurfs of this smurf's world don't generally look at male Smurfs like that, Smurfette," Empath said, finding the conversation rather uneasy. "Our Smurfs tend to honor the original design of male and female being united together in smurfy matrimony as Mother Nature and Father Time had created all beings in our world."
"And this one is mostly asexual, meaning that this one is not attracted to either sex," Polaris added.
"Your world is very strange from ours," Smurfette said. "Here there's nothing wrong with males and females being attracted to the same sex, and we even celebrate it. If that's how our Mother Nature has created us, who are we to smurf against how she has smurfed us in this world?"
"Still, this smurf would rather not engage in that type of activity among the male Smurfs around here, Smurfette," Empath stated emphatically.
Smurfette sighed. "That's your choice, but don't smurf us for how we choose to smurf our lives around here."
Traveler made his way to the village, where, in the appearance of a Smurf that was native to that world, nobody seemed to notice anything different about him. He looked and noticed how different the village was in its appearance compared to the more friendly and peaceful appearance of the Smurf Village he knew. He saw its Smurfs engaging in various public acts of immorality and bad behavior that made him feel very uncomfortable being among their Smurfs as a witness.
He passed by a Smurf that he saw bowing down and worshiping a statue of what he assumed was that world's version of Mother Nature. "Oh, Mother Nature, may you be pleased with how I smurf my life today, and accept the smurfs of my mouth as a worthy sacrifice," that Smurf humbly petitioned. "And may we stand smurf in the faith that you will someday vanquish the Father of Time. And so let it be."
Traveler frowned at this. He knew from his time travels that Mother Nature and Father Time, the guardians that he knew in his own world, worked mutually together for the benefit of creation. He couldn't imagine how in this world they would end up being adversaries toward each other.
He saw Empath and Polaris with that village's version of Smurfette as they came from somewhere. He couldn't imagine these Smurfs giving his great-grandparents in their prime such liberty as they have as prisoners.
"So your Smurfs are trapped traveling endlessly through time, and the two of you are trying to smurf them back home, Empath?" Smurfette asked.
"That's what this smurf and Polaris were intending to find on our quest around the world when we discovered this mirror, Smurfette," Empath said. "We had no intention of ever coming to this world, but now that I have seen what is in the world, it only makes this smurf more adamant to continue on my quest."
"So neither of you are willing to smurf here and smurf your home in our village?" Smurfette said. "That figures. You're the only Smurf that I even truly like more than the others, and yet being with me isn't enough for you."
"There's a Smurfette in my world that this smurf truly loves, Smurfette," Empath said. "She's different from you in certain ways, but this smurf is sure that the two of you would have become friends if you had the chance to get to know each other."
"That Smurfette doesn't deserve you, Empath," Smurfette said. "And you don't deserve her either. You deserve me. I can smurf you all kinds of pleasures that you would even dream about. Just smurf some time with me for a night and you'll never have to think about that Smurfette again."
"This smurf apologizes, Smurfette, but this smurf must decline that invitation," Empath said. "It's not that this smurf doesn't want to spend some private time with you, even to possibly share any sort of private pleasure between ourselves. It's that this smurf is saving myself for the time when this smurf is married to the Smurfette that this smurf truly loves. All this smurf is really saying is...I'm sorry."
Smurfette looked downcast, as if the rejection hurt her deeply. "You really disappoint me, Empath. I thought you were better than the Empath I know. But now I would rather be hurt by the Empath I know than be hurt by you rejecting me."
Traveler watched as Empath, Polaris, and that world's Smurfette continued to walk on past him. As much as he didn't like seeing any version of Smurfette be hurt, he knew that Empath could never be unfaithful to the Smurfette he truly loved and ultimately married.
Papa Smurf came along when he saw Smurfette with Empath and Polaris. "So how are you doing with showing these two prisoners how we Smurfs live in our village?" he asked.
"Everything is fine, Papa Smurf," Smurfette answered, trying to mask how she was feeling at the moment with a smile. He then took him aside for a private talk. "Honestly, I can't seem to smurf anything out of either of them. They seem to smurf nothing about how to smurf the Janus Mirror," she said in a low voice.
"Then we're just going to have to smurf stronger methods, my dear," Papa Smurf said. "I'm sure Empath will smurf a fine job smurfing these two until their minds completely break."
"But what if these two are strong enough to resist Empath?" Smurfette asked. "Even I can't resist him if I tried."
"You leave that part up to me, sweetheart," Papa Smurf said. "And don't worry about what Empath smurfs to you. He can't smurf anything to you unless I permit it, and you are still smurfed to me by an unbreakable spell. You know that you are nothing but a smurf of clay smurfed to life, and you will smurf back into a lump of clay if you ever leave me."
"Please, Papa Smurf, I would never want to leave you," Smurfette said, touching his face gently. "You're the one Smurf that I truly love above all others."
"I am glad that you smurfed me above all my little Smurfs the day that I smurfed you into a real Smurf," Papa Smurf said, smiling. "Just don't disappoint me, and don't ever betray my trust in you. This is the only life you'll have to live."
"Yes, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said as she kissed him full on the mouth.
Empath and Polaris watched the kiss with some distaste. "That's the last thing this smurf would want to see any version of Smurfette do with Papa Smurf, even in public," Empath said.
"This one would wholeheartedly agree with you, Empath," Polaris said, sharing the discomfort.