Disclaimer: I don't own Sofia The First, Sofia The First is a copyright of Craig Gerber and Walt Disney Television Animation, I also don't own Smurfs, Smurfs is a copyright of Peyo, Hanna Barbera, and Sony Pictures Animation.
A Letter To The Smurfs Part 1
One autumn Saturday morning in Enchancia Castle, Lucinda saw Timothy racing off with a letter in his hands.
"Where are you off to, Stargazer?" Lucinda asked Timothy.
"I'm going to send a letter to my friends, the smurfs, Lucinda, I sure miss them." Timothy sighed dreamily.
The princess witch saw Timothy disappear from the castle heading straight for the Village of Dunwitty to mail his letter.
Smurfs? Hmmm, Lucinda thought. I might just have to tell Dorrie, Sofia, and Candice about this.
Lucinda raced into the parlor where Sofia, Amber, Dorrie, Candice, and James were gathered around Jade who was now Princess Jade of Satu playing chess with her uncle, Prince Soji while her parents were away on diplomatic business, their embassy on the outskirts of Dunwitty was just getting started to be built.
"Sofia! Dorrie! Candice," Lucinda called breathlessly. "I just saw Timothy with a letter in his hands for smurfs! What are smurfs anyway?"
"Checkmate, Jade! I win!" Soji exclaimed.
"Gee, Uncle Soji! I almost had you!" Jade exclaimed.
"We will tell you about smurfs later, Lucinda." James said.
"Oh... all right." Lucinda sighed.
Over in Smurf Village that very same day, Dreamy Smurf was relaxing with a good book under the shade of a beech tree.
"I love this story." Dreamy sighed.
Sassette and Smurfette ran up to Dreamy.
"Ooohh," Smurfette said. "what are you reading, Dreamy?"
"My favorite book," Dreamy answered Smurfette. "it's about a young Far East descended girl who learns she is royalty when her father regains his memories of being one of three Far East princes."
"Golly gee, Dreamy," Sassette said. "I wonder if your princess friend from the Ever Realm knows about this story."
"If you're talking about Sofia, Sassette," Dreamy answered. "then she is probably living this story!"
"Dreamy," Smurfette asked. "what about that sweet little boy who is a lot like you? Do you still miss him?"
"If you are talking about Timothy O'Toole, Smurfette," Dreamy said. "yes, I miss him."