DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Smurfs, They are the property of Studio Peyo. This is just my version of them for my own amusement and pleasure.

This story takes place in The Hanna-Barbera Smurfs Season Nine universe.

TIME SMURFED AGAIN PART ONE By Steven "Swarlock" Acevedo

In the year 2005:

It's a happy day in the forest of Smurfland. The birds are singing, the rabbits are are either hopping around or eating grass and carrots. Nestled in the woods exist tiny mushroom houses and little blue people are dancing and laughing with joy. This is the world of the Smurfs.

Suddenly without warning, tiny airplanes carrying bombs in their cargo hatches fall into the mushroom homes. There are flames everywhere, smurfs are running to leave but the fire rises higher. The planes vanish as soon as they appeared.

The smoke now clearing finds several smurfs either pummled by the bombardment or under the rubble of their houses. In the middle of all this, a baby smurf wails loudly. His family is gone.

All is quiet. Then he hears something.

He dries his tears upon seeing a strange rainbow colored swirling tornado appear in the distance on a hill. Out drop several familar faces and pieces of crystals plopping into the burnt grass every which way.

"Is every smurf all right," Papa Smurf asks picking himself off the ground. "We're all all right, Papa," Smurfette says.
"Where are we now?" Handy asked.
"I don't believe it," Hefty says looking all around him. "We're home, everyone. We're home!"

Then he pauses in his glee.

"No!" he says with a frusatrated look. "We're not home at all. The Great Oak is usually on the south side of the forest. This one is facing North."

"Somehow we've landed in a different time that looks like our world but it's different somehow," Papa says.

All the smurfs look dissapointed learning this news.
"I HATE not being back in our own home again!" Grouchy grumbles.

"Oh, But look at the forest!" Smurfette cries out. Papa Smurf and the others could not believe their eyes. It looked like the same forest, but clearly it had been through much devastation.

"And look below," Snappy points out. "The houses. They look just like ours."

A gasp in unision broke out as they turned to see it.

"Our village. Or some smurf's at any rate," Greedy said.

"Grappling grasshoppers, Pappy? Who could've done this?" Sassette asked the older smurf.
"I don't know, Sassette. But we're going to find out"
Papa replied.

They all got down the hill as quickly as they could.

"There doesn't to be any survivors," Hefty looking through the rubble of the mushroom village, "Hello!" he shouted "Is any smurf here alive? Anybody?"

"Waaaah!"

Turning around Hefty saw the baby smurf crying loudly.

"Oh my smurfness! Papa Smurf! Smurfs! Every smurf come quickly."

Smurfette was the first to arrive and as she leaned over to pick up the baby she saw something else that made her shiver with fear.

"Aaaa!"

The other smurfs saw what she saw and were aghast with shock.

"T-That's you!" Jokey said, "This is so not funny!"

Smurfette wanted to cry for herself but she held her tounge. Calming herself she soon turned her attention back to the baby who was now fast asleep in her arms.

"This is all very strange. The time crystals never had the power to do this before. Why did it send us here?" Papa thought to himself. He counted the other seventeen smurfs just to be sure they were all together. Seeing that they were safe he got to the matter at hand.

"Clumsy, Brainy!" he called out. "See if you can find any food in the forest that's salvageable. It looks like it's going to be our job to put some semblance into this destroyed village again."

"Yes, Papa Smurf!" they said.

Looking around he spotted his laboratory which also doubled as his house. He realized that it wasn't his of course but to another Papa Smurf who didn't seem to be around for some unknown reason. Of all the houses that were wrecked this Papa's double was nearly untouched as if wrapped in a bubble.

Everything inside was as tight a smurf inside. The books were lined in place and the potions were still stimmering and brewing. A page was open in one of the spell books. It was for Invisiblity. In another spot on the table was a journal left opened as well. He knew it was wrong to peek into other people's property but since the doppleganger was essentially himself he read the open page.

"It seems we are at our last days on this planet. War has broken out all over the area in Smurfland. The humans have decided to encroach on our territory even further. The King who used to live here has long since died and so we are vulnerable again. The old magic ways have been replaced by new methods more sinister than anything Gargamel our mortal enemy could've dreamed up. But he also is long dead and forgotten. There was a rumor we heard that he left and sired another son and in turn that son also took up magic. After many long years I was told by one of our smurfs that another Gargamel came out of the wood work but this one didn't have the black heart his ancestors did. We didn't want to take any chances so we stayed far away from him and his science observatory on Mt. Smurf."

That was where the entry in the journal ended.

It seemed from the writing that this Papa Smurf was in a hurry to leave. Did he know what was going to happen to his village. And was this Descendent of Gargamel really the villian here?

He would find out soon enough. At that moment two eyes were spying him from a distance on Mt. Smurf.