PLOT: Grouchy gets discouraged moving from Time to Time on their way home. That is until he runs into Scrooge Smurf in The 19th Century.
The Smurfs belong to Peyo Studios. I'm drawing from the 9th season Hanna Barbera episodes for inspiration.
The time twister dropped Papa and the other smurfs into a fountain of frozen ice. Their garb was now those worn by Astriocrats who wore top hats and bowlers accented with canes and both Smurfettes wore Penifore dresses underneath their large fur coats.
"Brrr! It's cold out here, Papa. Where are we?" Smurfette said chattering her teeth.
"It's not home unfortunately," he replied. The other groaned once more.
"I HATE not being home!" Grouchy grumbled.
"But it seems we've landed in a place where the holidays obviously offers some hope," The Bearded smurf cheerily observed. "It looks like we're just in time for Christmas."
"I HATE Christmas!" Grouchy said loudly.
The other smurfs gasped the minute he said those words.
"Er...How can you say that?" Clumsy said nearly tripping on a patch of snow.
"I'm tired of moving around, that's all," Grouchy answered. Grouchy very rarely said anything
that didn't involve him hating something or someone.
"We understand, Grouchy. But look at all the happy people here getting ready for the holidays. Isn't it smurfy?" Smurfette said trying to cheer him up.
"I HATE being cheered up! And come to think of it, I HATE everything that we've been through so far. I want to get home fast," Grouchy shouted. "We're never gonna get back to our village."
With that he stormed off sulking into the snow.
"Oh dear," Smurfette cried out.
"It seems to me Grouchy is getting more grouchy then usual. Do you agree Papa," Grandpa said pulling out a scarf from his beard.
"I'm afraid so," Papa said sadly. "Somehow we have to cheer him up before we head for home again."
To be continued...