FOOTNOTE: I'm glad to see another Smurf liked the beginning of my story. Thank you, Raven's Child.

Now onto the story.

SMURFS: TIME SMURFED AGAIN PART 2

THE STORY SO FAR: Landing in an alternate time period. The Smurfs of Smurfland are horrified to see a village like theirs which has recently come under attack by mysterious culprits. Only one lone survivor is an alternate baby smurf. Papa Smurf begins searching for clues pointing to the other Papa Smurf who apparently has escaped the danger. Unbeknowst to him and the other smurfs, two eyes watch him from afar with great interest.

He had been staring at The Smurfs through binoculars for almost an hour. Dr. Gary Gargamel couldn't help but feel sorry for them. The descendent of the very cruel Gargamel couldn't help but feel this was his fault somehow. He had been contracted to help a country build weapons of war in the name of a deity who could not possibly exist but all the same this Gargamel felt as if he was following in the footsteps of his ancestor from The Middle Ages. He took no joy in that thought.

For years The Gargamel family had used their wizardry to do heinous things for their own ends. Every time they got closer to realizing their dream it all got botched up in their hands by virtue that they were all so greedy in one way or another. Then there were The Smurfs who had done nothing but believe that a helping hand was all it took to be at peace. Dr. Gargamel realized as a young boy that magic was not the answer or the Be-All, End-All solution to Man's ill. So he turned to Science and Technology instead hoping that he would succeed where they had failed. But a company called Balthazar Corp enlisted his aid in producing bombs the size of grenades. It was a strange request but he did what he was told without question.

"These other smurfs are not from around here.," Dr. Gargamel thought aloud. "And those crystals that this other Papa Smurf was carrying in the pouch after he went into his Double's Lab. Could this be a way out of my solution?" he asked himself.

"It would require I catch one of the Smurfs in that village and have him show me the secret of those crystals. But no. I can't do that. I swore I would never follow in my Ancestor's footsteps," he chided himself for thinking such a thing.

Still he had to know.

It had been a day since the disaster took place. The dead were now buried in a clearing near the village square and all grieved for the lost smurfs who gave their lives in the pursuit of happiness and friendship. They never knew what hit them.

"I HATE funerals," Grouchy said between tears.
"Me too. Whoever did this is going to get their smurf kicked sevens Smurfs to Sunday!" Hefty said in anger.

Papa Smurf did not attend the funeral but he chose to grieve in his own way. But there was little time to feel bitter over what appeared to be an even bigger mystery. The journal of The Papa Smurf double was written in haste. The last words were scrawled off a side of the page with a giant ink blot as if someone had grabbed him in mid-sentence.

He made a decision right then and there. If he and the others got back to their own time they would have to make changes in the way they had always lived. Papa knew they had many enemies and if he knew anything since their existence that they would have to find a way to protect themselves even further.

Stepping outside into the night. He took off for the village square where the others were still grieving.

"My little Smurfs!" he said standing on a mushroom. "We must find the one responsible for this incident. "All our lives we've been on the defensive with many humans to aid us. We've always reacted to the enemy's smurfnanigans. For those who were smurfed. It's time we took back the Smurfland forest in this world."

"But what about getting back to our own time, Papa?" Handy asked.
"It will have to wait for now. It seems we have a destiny to smurf. Will you help me?"

All the present smurfs agreed. "For smurfdom!" they shouted.

Suddenly a shadowed loomed over them from above. It only took a minute to recognize who the person's shadow was.

"GARGAMEL!"

TO BE CONTINUED