The Day Of The Machine Smurfs: A Narrator's Story/Part 6

"And so the following day, the self-proclaimed King Trash put the Smurfs to work on smurfing its new palace," Narrator continued. "Some Smurfs were smurfed to be its trash collectors, which they use to constantly feed its insmurfiable appetite, from which he smurfed bricks at an incredible rate. Those same bricks would be used to smurf its castle by the other Smurfs, who were smurfed to work as his craftsmen. By night, all the Smurfs were smurfed away in their houses, with their doors locked and their windows smurfed shut, given only bread and water to smurf."

"Great Smurfness, what a terrible turn of events it must have been for them," Handy said as he listened to Narrator's story.

"This smurf still isn't sure that any Smurf could accept the name of King Trash as a name to be feared, like the Psyche Master," Empath said. "But still, a dictator with an absurd name that controls anyone as fearsomely as the Psyche Master is a dictator all the same."

"A very good observation, Empath, which I hope many Smurfs here would smurf to heart," Narrator said. "By the time the Smurfs were done smurfing King Trash's palace, there was a great smurfimony that many Smurfs were forced to attend as they watched King Trash smurf its grand entrance into the new palace."

As Empath and Handy watched, Harmony and several other Smurfs provided the music while King Trash was given the red carpet treatment as it strutted its way into the palace's front entrance, flanked by two other Machine Smurfs that then stood guard outside the entrance gate. King Trash looked around in the main court of the palace and was pleased by the work that was given to make its palace look majestic.

"Finally...GRAND PALACE FOR ME, KING TRASH THE 1ST!" it shouted, raising its arms in triumph. "FINALLY! FINALLY! FINALLY!"

The Smurfs sighed with some relief. "Well, King Trash finally smurfed its palace, now we can smurf in peace," one of the Smurfs said.

"Good, we don't have to smurf for him anymore," another Smurf said in agreement.

Suddenly King Trash emerged from the palace entrance. "NOW SMURFS SERVE, SMURFS CLEAN GRAND PALACE! GO!" it rumbled.

"And so the Smurfs were smurfed to work once more, this time cleaning the palace," Narrator said. "Just as the Smurfs were meticulous about the work that the Machine Smurfs once provided for them, the Machine Smurfs now examined the Smurfs' work and treated the Smurfs the same way. None of the Smurfs were happy about smurfing the same treatment back from their former servants, and as every day they were smurfed back to their houses to be renewed for the following day, their hopes for the future were at best uncertain."

"This smurf doesn't see Baby Smurf or the Smurflings in the village during the Machine Smurfs takeover, Narrator," Empath commented from what he had seen so far in his fellow Smurf's recollections of events. "What happened to them?"

"Fortunately for them, they managed to escape, Empath," Narrator said. "Hefty had safely escorted them out of the village the day before the Machine Smurfs took over, and were now living with Farmer in safe isolation from the rest of the Smurfs. Hefty smurfed a gut feeling that this was going to happen, and so he made sure that the children of the village would not be smurfed into King Trash's slaves."

"Well, let's see how things are smurfing with them in the story," Handy said. -